SGT CH124: Extra

124 if Extra: If Mu Si was the one turned into a zombie

◎ He defiled Mu Si’s corpse ◎

X saw Mu Si.

Mu Si was lying on a chaise longue in the villa’s yard, covered with a soft blanket. Under the blooming flowers of the mutant plants filling the yard, he quietly closed his eyes, his sleeping face peaceful and serene.

This scene was too beautiful, making X’s eyes inexplicably hot. He stood dazed by the door, unbearable to step forward and disturb.

A breeze blew past, sending petals dancing all over the yard.

The wind, wrapped in pollen and floral fragrance, gently brushed aside the hair on Mu Si’s forehead.

Mu Si woke up.

Those quiet and clear eyes looked in his direction, then lit up with a bright light revealing joy.

“X.”

Mu Si’s lips moved slightly, softly calling his name.

Drawn by the call, X walked over, his gaze never leaving Mu Si’s face for a moment.

With a sinking weight on his waist, Mu Si embraced him, pulling him down to lie together.

The single chaise longue woven by mutant plants specifically for Mu Si was a bit crowded for two people.

But lovers in passionate love never complained about being crowded, wishing they could be pressed tightly together, even closer, at all times.

Thus, it became X lying down, with Mu Si lying on top of him, touching him, talking and laughing with him.

X actually couldn’t hear clearly what Mu Si was saying.

That warm and pure smile blooming before his eyes captured his entire mind.

Unknowingly, Mu Si unbuttoned his clothes. A kiss landed on his heart, and his belt also fell to the ground.

This was very normal.

X thought.

He often needed to leave the base for missions.

Mu Si was just an ordinary person; he didn’t feel safe taking Mu Si out. Staying in the base, protected by mutant plants, Mu Si would be very safe.

Those missions weren’t dangerous for him, but every minute and second without seeing Mu Si was torture.

Whenever he returned from completing a mission, he didn’t want to care about anything, only wanting to cling to Mu Si all the time, merging into one with Mu Si.

So, all their previous contact was very normal.

What was abnormal was now, what Mu Si was doing.

X opened his eyes in a daze, staring blankly at Mu Si lying below him, his brain almost exploding.

Between them, most of the time, he was the more active one.

Even though he was more willing to endure everything Mu Si gave him.

But Mu Si was always like fog, ethereal and elusive, close yet distant.

Giving him a shred of warmth that drove him mad with desire, then quickly retreating, terribly heartless.

If he didn’t actively offer himself up, he feared he wouldn’t even get that shred of warmth.

In short, Mu Si would absolutely not take the initiative to do these things for him.

It’s a dream.

That makes sense.

X lay on his back, one hand lightly grasping Mu Si’s hair, wanting to stop the dream from developing further, but he couldn’t exert any strength.

He could only frown tightly, raising his other arm to cover his face in shame.

He actually dreamed of Mu Si doing these things to him.

Had his thirst reached this level?

Even knowing it was a dream, the heat in his body couldn’t be suppressed for a long time, and even had a tendency to intensify.

X wanted to force himself to wake up, yet was reluctant to leave this illusory warmth.

Even though in his perception, Mu Si’s mouth wasn’t that warm, but rather carried a slight coolness, like encountering a clear spring in the scorching summer.

But after prolonged contact, there was a burning sensation that stimulated him even more intensely.

X’s leg twitched violently, his mind instantly going blank, and he suddenly woke up from his sleep.

When he woke up sweating profusely, he opened his eyes and saw the dim room with curtains tightly drawn and the air conditioner running.

He saw the thin quilt covering him, and the mutant vines binding the quilt.

And the empty embrace, along with a bulging lump under the quilt.

X suddenly realized what was happening, sat up abruptly, lifted the quilt, and met the eyes of the red-eyed Mu Si who looked up.

Mu Si licked his lips, looking at him somewhat warily.

He raised his hand to press down the quilt that was only half remaining on his head, carrying a hint of protecting his food.

This appearance was extremely cute; if only the food he was protecting wasn’t him.

X stared at Mu Si’s lustrous lips, his thoughts exploding, his mind going blank, not knowing how to react.

Before Mu Si could take further action, X suddenly reached out and dragged him out.

“Awooo—”

Little zombie Mu Si let out a roar of protest.

X quickly wrapped him layer by layer with the quilt.

Then, daring not stay for a moment, he immediately rolled off the bed.

His foot stepped on the slipped pant leg, causing him to stumble.

With a flushed face, X pulled up his pants, quickly darted into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut with a bang. It could be called fleeing in panic.

X leaned against the wall, standing alone in the enclosed bathroom.

Facing himself in the mirror—disheveled clothes, red ear tips, panicked expression—his chaotic emotions were hard to calm for a long time.

It was a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream either.

He actually did such a thing to Mu Si.

And to Mu Si’s corpse…

The current Mu Si was just an ordinary zombie; he knew nothing, only instinctively searching for food.

It was this body of his, full of thirst for Mu Si, that caused all this.

He defiled Mu Si’s corpse.

X gazed at himself in the mirror—rapid breathing, panicked expression, yet eyes revealing a desire difficult to suppress.

X closed his eyes heavily.

He felt disgusted by his own actions and despicable thoughts.

A voice sounded in his heart, exonerating him.

“This was just an accident. You were asleep; you didn’t know these things would happen. You didn’t intend to blaspheme Mu Si.”

“Really didn’t you?”

Another voice, full of sarcasm and contempt, sounded.

“You are a disgusting necrophile.”

“Admit it, you have an unusual craving for Mu Si’s corpse.”

“You’ve wanted to do this for a long time, haven’t you? Wanted to open yourself up to his innocent and ignorant corpse, merging your ugly desires with him.”

No.

X refuted in panic in his heart.

He didn’t.

He only wanted to protect Mu Si; he had no evil thoughts toward Mu Si.

“Why let him gnaw on your chest again and again? Every time he bites you, you feel very good, don’t you?”

That malicious voice asked.

X was speechless.

He wanted to say he was just doing it to soothe Mu Si.

But he indeed liked being bitten by Mu Si very much.

Rather than saying it was soothing Mu Si and satisfying Mu Si’s appetite.

It was better to say it was soothing his own lonely heart and satisfying his own selfish desires.

At this moment, another gentler voice sounded in his heart.

“That is Mu Si, Mu Si’s body. You love Mu Si, so of course you would also love his body. This isn’t sinful; there’s nothing to escape from.”

Is that so?

Is it okay?

Can he love Mu Si’s body?

In a trance, X finished showering, changed into a set of clothes, and came out of the bathroom.

He saw Mu Si, rolled up in the thin quilt, rolling continuously on the bed like a moving swiss roll.

The little zombie tried hard to rescue himself but only rolled tighter.

Violent and helpless growls came from his throat.

X felt heartache watching, regretting leaving Mu Si alone in the room again.

He walked over, rescued Mu Si from the quilt’s entanglement, and was immediately pounced on and bitten by Mu Si.

Biting on the heart area as always.

The little zombie tore at the fabric on his chest, emitting angry hisses.

X stroked his head, actively raised his hand to unbutton his clothes, letting Mu Si contact his chest.

He was bitten solidly.

X raised his arm, embracing Mu Si who was tearing at him to vent anger, suddenly feeling exceptionally satisfied.

As if his empty heart was filled by Mu Si.

“You are just a little dummy with an empty head; you don’t even know what I did to you.”

X embraced the little zombie on him, his gaze sad, carrying some self-loathing.

Mu Si couldn’t understand X’s words but inexplicably felt he was being scolded.

Although he found it hard to understand even what “scolding” was.

But he bit even harder.

X hissed, looked down to check, and saw only redness on his chest.

All the bitten places were flushed red and somewhat hot.

“Did your teeth become sharper?”

X pried open his mouth to check, his finger pad rubbing over that cute little sharp tooth, not detecting any change.

“Ao, awooo—”

The little zombie, having his mouth opened, bared his teeth fiercely at him.

Cute.

Unable to hold back, X lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek.

Then startled by his own action, he was silent for a good while.

Perhaps those voices in his heart were right.

He had a strong craving for Mu Si, including Mu Si’s corpse.

He was a disgusting necrophile.

X withdrew his hand, wanting to gather the clothes in front of him. Pinching the fabric with his fingers, he noticed the texture felt wrong.

The fabric originally gnawed on by Mu Si and stained with Mu Si’s saliva had obviously thinned.

It was corroded.

After turning into a zombie, Mu Si’s body fluids had weak corrosiveness.

X was a Super A-class ability user and had body enhancement abilities; Mu Si’s saliva couldn’t hurt him, only making the contacted skin turn red and hot.

The damage intensity was at most no more than 5, no different from an aphrodisiac.

Mm… if X had a health bar, it should be 999999+.

X thought of the coolness and heat he felt in his dream, a sensation like alternating ice and fire.

The heat diluted the coolness, and the coolness dissolved the heat.

Both stimulating and comfortable.

X’s gaze drifted for a few seconds. When he reacted, he was bitten again.

X lowered his eyes to look at him, his gaze gradually softening.

Every time he saw Mu Si biting him and hanging on his body, his heart softened terribly.

Back then, seeing Mu Si completely turn into a zombie, with everything irreversible, he had harbored the intention to die.

But with Mu Si pouncing on him tearing and biting, unable to break his skin even after biting for a long time, he just couldn’t harden his heart to leave.

“Don’t bite so hard, let your cheeks rest a bit.”

X picked Mu Si up, let him sit on his lap, and took a softer piece of jerky to feed him.

Mu Si ate this softer jerky very quickly.

After finishing, he chased after X’s fingers, which still had the scent of jerky.

X fed him a few more pieces.

Touching Mu Si’s stomach and feeling he was full, he stopped feeding, letting him hold his fingers in his mouth.

X gazed at Mu Si gently, unable to hold back from lightly touching the tip of his tongue with his finger pad.

Little zombie Mu Si’s eyes widened instantly.

His beautiful rose-red eyes stared at him sometimes, and sometimes looked at his mouth.

As if not yet used to the food moving around in his mouth.

Really cute.

“I’m sorry, Si Si.”

X embraced Mu Si, pressing his cheek against his hair, whispering an apology by his face.

“Letting you be with a disgusting necrophile like me even after death.”

Mu Si tilted his head in confusion.

X’s face was too close to his, making him itch to move.

So, he opened his mouth and bit fiercely on X’s cheek, leaving two rows of pink teeth marks on his face.

X looked in the mirror, treating it as a hickey.