SGT CH110: I Like You

◎He abandoned rationality to believe the affection Mu Si spoke of.◎

X drove the RV, taking Mu Si and the mutated plants planted in flower pots on the road to Haicheng.

Members of the ability-user team wanted to follow, but X refused.

Before leaving, he resigned from all his positions within the base.

Including the position of captain of this A-ranked ability-user team.

Mu Si had anticipated this when X put all their belongings into his spatial storage the night before.

But seeing X resign from all duties and almost completely cut ties with the base still left him stunned.

“Are you never coming back?”

Mu Si looked back at the gradually receding base and the ability users who tried to catch up but lost their direction due to the influence of psychic abilities, unable to help asking.

“If you want to live in the base, we can return anytime.”

X drove the vehicle, eyes fixed ahead.

If “you” want.

Meaning, X himself had no intention of returning to the base.

Mu Si didn’t understand why X would do this.

In the base, X held an extremely high status. He wasn’t the base commander but might as well have been, possessing powerful strength and abundant resources. Many ability users followed him, admired him, and were willing to fight for him.

However one looked at it, staying in the base was more beneficial for him.

“I am a zombie.”

X was unwilling to mention this identity.

“If I stay in a human base for a long time, you will be uneasy, right?”

Mu Si hadn’t expected such a reason and was momentarily dazed.

Would he be uneasy?

At first, he was.

Worried both that X would harm the humans in the base and that X’s identity as a zombie would be exposed, leading the base’s ability users to join forces against him.

Later, discovering that X possessed more humanity than he imagined, he wasn’t so worried.

However, leaving the base was indeed better for both of them.

Humans and zombies living together was still too unsafe.

Mu Si didn’t recall that the X driving this vehicle was a zombie, while he, sitting in the passenger seat, was human.

He subconsciously considered them as a whole.

Far from the base, outside the car was a desolate, empty road with almost no living creatures to be seen, lonely as if only they were left in the entire world.

Mu Si turned his head to look at X beside him, suddenly feeling a trance-like sensation that X belonged only to him.

X belonged to him completely.

They belonged solely to each other.

Strong emotions welled up in Mu Si’s heart. By the time he realized it, he had already pressed X against the driver’s seat.

The mutated vines, which had become much smaller from being planted in flower pots, took over the steering wheel, driving the RV dutifully.

A morning glory vine extended over and turned on the car stereo.

Amidst the soft and sweet music, Mu Si embraced X.

X didn’t understand why Mu Si suddenly wanted him.

Perhaps he wanted to use this method to persuade him to return to the base.

Or perhaps he was worried about encountering danger on the journey ahead and was offering himself to please him, in order to gain more of his protection.

Actually, no matter what Mu Si wanted, he would agree to it, even if Mu Si did nothing.

X could never refuse Mu Si.

So, until he was pressed against the car window, his firm chest muscles deformed by the pressure of the glass, X still couldn’t say a single “no.”

Mu Si pressed close behind X’s ear, wanting to say something to articulate the feelings filling his heart, yet not knowing how to start.

He could only press closer, expressing it through physical action, planting more intimate kisses behind X’s ear.

【Scumbag Gong Value -10】

【Current Scumbag Gong Value: 61】

That day in the kitchen, when Mu Si understood X’s love, the Scumbag Gong Value dropped by 15 points.

With another 10-point drop today, the value finally reached the sixty mark.

[I thought the Scumbag Gong Value in this world would be stuck at 86. To think it dropped 25 points in a month—congratulations.]

[With the awkward atmosphere between Little Cake and X-bro, I was worried the value would rise above ninety. Yet it quietly dropped twice significantly, even though nothing really happened.]

[Something did happen; didn’t the screen go black?]

[So, the best way to lower the Scumbag Gong Value is a black screen.]

Mu Si rested his head on X’s chest, scrolling through the comments rolling on the pitch-black screen.

Actually, he felt the decrease in the Scumbag Gong Value didn’t have much to do with the black screen or doing those things; intimate contact happened because emotions led there.

The real core was the change in their feelings.

Or rather, the change in his feelings toward X.

Once was when he understood X’s unchanging love for him.

And once was when he felt X belonged completely to him.

Mu Si felt that he already loved X very much and believed in X’s love for him, but why was there still over sixty points of Scumbag Gong Value?

Compared to the initial ninety-plus points, it had indeed dropped a lot.

But calculated out of a hundred, more than half the Scumbag Gong Value remained.

Could it be that he didn’t love X enough?

Or that X didn’t love him enough?

Mu Si felt neither possibility was likely, but he really couldn’t figure out the reason.

He was extremely troubled.

Zombies don’t need sleep. X lay quietly with his eyes open, clearly seeing the various changes in expression on Mu Si’s face as he rested on his chest after their intimacy ended.

His heart twitched with pain. He forced his hand out to brush over Mu Si’s furrowed brows.

“Is it still unbearable?” X asked in a low voice.

“What?” Mu Si raised his eyes in confusion.

“Doing these things with me is disgusting… isn’t it?”

X closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Even though his body showed no signs of decay, even though he used his abilities to adjust his body state to be no different from before, trying his best to give Mu Si a better experience.

During the process, Mu Si was largely satisfied; his gaze was passionate, and when he looked down at him, he seemed exceptionally affectionate.

But afterward, when all those illusory emotions brought by passion faded, everything returned to its original state.

Mu Si rested on him, eyes moving, seemingly pondering something, his expression gradually becoming solemn, and even his brows gradually furrowing.

True, he was a zombie after all.

Who would be happy being intimate with a zombie?

“Why would you think that?”

Mu Si vaguely caught onto something. He propped himself up, lying on X’s chest.

His fingers stroked X’s face, waiting for him to open his eyes, gazing at him, and asked seriously:

“Why would you think that doing these things with me is… unbearable? Disgusting?”

“Because I am a zombie.”

Being gazed at by such clear, beautiful eyes, X was so embarrassed he wanted to turn his head away, but greedy for the warmth of Mu Si’s palm, he couldn’t bear to move.

Only his voice gradually lowered.

“Who would want to be intimate with a zombie?”

In a single sentence, there was thick self-loathing.

“Me.” Mu Si answered subconsciously.

Thinking carefully, saying that didn’t seem quite right either.

He didn’t want contact with other zombies.

Only X.

As long as it was X, no matter what he became, he was willing.

Even in the beginning, when he was swallowed whole by the Zombie Emperor X. Mu Si had felt the grievance and embarrassment of being toyed with, but there hadn’t been any emotion like disgust.

The reason for the embarrassment was only because he would easily lose control because of X.

Even when X teased him like that, he could never calm down.

Mu Si thought of some inappropriate content, and his body reacted accordingly. He was extremely embarrassed and wanted to cover it up. But he and X were too close; nothing could be hidden.

X originally thought Mu Si was just saying those words to coax him, to please him.

But sensing the physical change, he became uncertain.

X tentatively touched Mu Si, proactively opening himself to accept, carefully asking: “Do you still want me?”

Continuing at this moment seemed not quite right, didn’t it?

Mu Si hesitated.

Just as his hesitant and contemplative expression appeared, he felt X stiffen. A look of self-loathing appeared on his face, and pale-faced, he propped himself up, wanting to leave.

Mu Si hurriedly hugged him, squeezing himself into X’s arms, explaining in his ear:

“It’s not that I don’t like it, nor am I disgusted. I, I like it very much.”

X was adjusting himself; hearing this, he looked up in astonishment.

“What did you say?”

Having said it once, saying it again didn’t seem so difficult.

Mu Si buried himself in X’s embrace, his ear tips burning fiercely, and whispered:

“I like it very much.”

X’s reaction was huge; he abruptly hugged him tight, his body spasming violently.

Mu Si had to clench his teeth to endure it, ending up somewhat disheveled.

“Why so sudden?”

Mu Si looked up to question him, but meeting X’s vacant eyes and his face, which was clearly pale yet flushed with a strange redness, he suddenly understood something.

Zombies felt no pain, so naturally, physical sensations were pitifully scarce.

When X did these things with him, the mental pleasure was actually far greater than the physical.

That was why his reaction was so intense when he heard him say “like.”

But before this, X was also frequently intimate with him, cooperating to the utmost during intimacy, even releasing a lot, then hurriedly using his ability to dispose of it.

That meant X, even while thinking Mu Si loathed and was disgusted by him, could still derive mental pleasure from being embraced by him.

It was like a kind of masochistic pleasure.

Whenever Mu Si felt he understood X enough, X would always give him new discoveries.

Mu Si leaned down close, cupped X’s face, and kissed his lips, which had been bitten red.

His voice was solemn and low.

“I like you, X.”

X, whose eyes were still vacant, suddenly struggled, a suppressed whimper escaping his throat as he hugged him tightly again.

Once the words flowed smoothly, saying them again became much easier.

Especially since X gave him ample feedback every time.

Even if X kept his teeth clenched tight, unable to speak a complete sentence, Mu Si could know his feelings from his physical feedback.

This greatly encouraged Mu Si.

Words that were originally difficult to say became smoother and smoother.

He whispered “like” into X’s ear for a whole day.

Until he fell into a deep sleep in X’s arms from exhaustion.

Sensing Mu Si gradually falling asleep, the mutated vines parked the vehicle in a clearing by the roadside.

The mutated morning glory also turned off the music.

The car became quiet, leaving only a room full of blooming flowers, opening exceptionally beautifully and brilliantly. Many fruit-bearing mutated plants had been nourished to bear heavy fruits.

X, who needed neither sleep nor rest, kept his eyes open, gazing at the person sleeping in his arms.

His hollow chest seemed filled with some swelling emotion, so full he was at a loss.

Reason told him Mu Si was good at lying and often coaxed him; his words couldn’t be fully trusted.

But his emotions showed a completely opposite attitude.

As long as it was said by Mu Si, he believed it.

He abandoned all rationality, gave up thinking, to believe the affection Mu Si spoke of.