SGT CH130: Extra

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

◎ “Defiled the corpse? Is that how you define our relationship?” ◎

Mu Si gradually noticed something was wrong.

To be precise, he had noticed it since yesterday.

Although X’s reaction was intense every time, as if stimulated to the point of passing out.

But the rhythm was off.

In the past, X would always be affected by his rhythm.

He knew clearly when X would arrive.

But starting yesterday, it was as if X was in a different time and space, enjoying himself alone, not synchronized at all.

At first, Mu Si didn’t think much of it.

He only thought they hadn’t been intimate for too long and lost their tacit understanding.

But even until today, X hadn’t coordinated with him; the rhythm was completely disjointed.

This made Mu Si gradually suspicious.

Mu Si quietly stopped and watched X.

X seemed not to notice at all; his eyes looking up at him were full of longing and confusion.

Especially when he leaned closer, X became increasingly excited, looking like he was about to come again.

Mu Si reached out to grab him, forcefully pulling him back.

X froze there, stuck in the middle, looking at him with dazed and begging eyes.

“Something’s very wrong with you. What did you do?”

Mu Si asked.

X was puzzled, “W-what?”

“You have no tacit understanding with me at all; it wasn’t like this before.”

Mu Si’s probing gaze fell on X’s face, trying to find something in his expression.

If he didn’t already know X’s love for him deeply, with the current situation, he would definitely suspect X didn’t love him anymore.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

Panic flashed in X’s eyes as he eagerly sat up from the dining table.

But Mu Si was still accommodated by him; he could only support himself on the table with his arms, half-straightening his upper body.

“It wasn’t uncomfortable.”

Mu Si averted his gaze, “That’s not the point.”

Being intimate with X had never been uncomfortable.

Even back then, that night when X became an ability user and forcefully had relations with him, he didn’t feel physically uncomfortable.

On the contrary, X made him extremely comfortable.

But doing such intimate things, physical comfort and pleasure only accounted for a part.

What was more important was the feedback given by the other party.

It was X’s reaction.

“Your reaction is strange.”

Mu Si paused and said: “Too cold.”

Not completely cold.

But appearing cold when he was passionate, and inexplicably extra excited when he slowed down.

In short, their rhythms were completely disjointed.

“Sorry,” X hurriedly promised: “I will be more passionate.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

Mu Si gazed at him, “I want to know the reason.”

X was silent for a second before saying somewhat embarrassedly:

“Because of the isolation, I can’t perceive you accurately. It’s not intentional uncooperativeness.”

“Isolation?”

Mu Si became more puzzled the more he listened.

“What exactly did you isolate?”

“Everything.”

Hidden sadness flashed in X’s eyes.

“Everything you give me.”

He loved Mu Si so deeply, craving everything about Mu Si.

Yet he could only isolate everything Mu Si brought him after Mu Si regained consciousness.

Even though this was what he deserved for his sins.

It was punishment and redemption.

But it was still extremely painful and sad.

Mu Si was stunned.

Although he didn’t know specifically what X was referring to.

But since X used the word “everything” to describe it, what he isolated was definitely much more than he thought.

X’s rhythm not matching his was likely because he couldn’t feel him at all.

This realization shocked Mu Si.

Although he knew X had self-harm and self-destructive tendencies these years, wasn’t this too much?

“What on earth are you doing? What do you take me for? And what do you take yourself for? A… condom?”

Mu Si’s voice dropped.

Just saying that word made him feel unbearable and uncomfortable.

X didn’t think there was anything wrong with this.

This was what he should bear.

He had done such things to Mu Si; he couldn’t possibly extract pleasure from Mu Si again.

Mu Si being willing to use him as a condom already satisfied him very much.

But Mu Si’s sad expression made him confused and worried, also realizing he might have misunderstood something.

“Did I do something wrong?”

X reached out to touch Mu Si’s arm, saying carefully:

“Si Si, teach me.”

Mu Si could never harden his heart against such an X.

Even if their brain circuits were a hundred and eight thousand miles apart, even if X was always inexplicably stubborn and persistent, even stubbornly self-abusing.

“I just wanted you to isolate body fluids.”

Mu Si said: “Zombie body fluids are corrosive and will hurt you. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Won’t get hurt.”

X said subconsciously.

“I’m an S-rank ability user, very high level. Your body fluids can’t hurt me, and I also have body enhancement and healing abilities.”

As X spoke, he suddenly realized something and looked at Mu Si in astonishment, his eyes filled with irrepressible anticipation and joy.

“Si Si, you mean, I don’t have to isolate perception? I can feel you?!”

“Of course, isn’t that a matter of course?”

What kind of intimacy doesn’t let the other party feel it? What’s the point then?

“I’ll remove the ability isolation right now. Si Si, give me another chance, please.”

X gazed at Mu Si expectantly and pleadingly.

Mu Si nodded, released him, and emphasized:

“Don’t do those strange things again, don’t hurt yourself again.”

X withdrew his ability, and immediately his body trembled violently, convulsing intensely.

Mu Si bit on his shoulder, wanting to resist the urge, but failed, still achieving synchronization with X.

X’s eyes were blurred, stroking his stomach, murmuring in a low voice: “So hot.”

Hearing his words, Mu Si was slightly alarmed.

“You didn’t remove isolation completely, did you? Even if you won’t get truly hurt, it will still be uncomfortable!”

“Not uncomfortable.”

X climbed onto Mu Si, his black eyes flashing with broken light accommodating him, holding him.

“Very warm, very comfortable, very satisfied.”

Perhaps, he shouldn’t enjoy such pleasure amidst punishment.

Struggle flashed in X’s eyes.

Waiting for Mu Si to retract his bestowal.

But Mu Si just looked at him strangely, his expression revealing some incomprehension, yet he still said:

“Alright, but you can’t let yourself get hurt. If it’s uncomfortable, you must tell me.”

Mu Si indulging him like this made X at a loss instead.

“I treated you like that before; how can I fully enjoy the pleasure you bring again?”

Mu Si thought he was talking about the incident where he was injured by the zombie.

“It’s already past. Back then I insisted on going to the Sixth Hospital with you guys. Since I chose to leave the base, the dangers encountered were also expected.”

After X stubbornly argued with him that it wasn’t holding, that what he did to him was holding, and that he had only held him, Mu Si didn’t care much about that day’s matter anymore.

He said: “You are the captain of the ability user team; protecting team members is what you should do. That zombie back then… was an accident neither you nor I could predict; it wasn’t your fault.”

X didn’t expect that he could actually obtain Mu Si’s forgiveness.

X lowered his eyes, daring not look into Mu Si’s eyes.

Mu Si was simply too kind.

This was just Mu Si being too good, not that he was guiltless.

He could never forgive himself.

Moreover, his sins were far more than these.

“In the three years you turned into a zombie and lost consciousness, I defiled you again and again, raped your corpse.”

X closed his eyes in deep pain.

Mu Si was stunned for a good while, raised his hand to dig his ears, suspecting he heard wrong.

“Raped? Corpse?”

Mu Si never thought these two words could appear in their conversation.

“Is that how you define our relationship?”

Mu Si was greatly shocked.

X’s face was pale.

His arms couldn’t support him, suddenly moving backward, his head tilting back along with it, exposing his fragile Adam’s apple and neck, like a criminal ready to stretch his neck for slaughter.

“I am a disgusting necrophile.”

Mu Si · Zombie · Corpse ·: “…”

Is it necessary to emphasize again and again that he is dead, is a corpse?

A zombie can’t count as a corpse in the general sense, right?

Whose corpse can run and jump, eat and drink?

“Do you dislike that I’m a zombie?” Mu Si said faintly.

“No, of course not.”

X didn’t care to immerse in self-blame and hurriedly spoke up.

How could he dislike Mu Si?

He would only dislike his derelict and sinful self.

“Then isn’t that fine.”

Mu Si said: “Besides, if I remember correctly, I bit you first, right? If you insist on defining this as ‘rape’, then it’s me, this corpse, who raped you.”

X was stunned, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Mu Si stared at the erecting X, never expecting that such a sentence would actually make him excited?

“You? Ah? Forget it…”

X’s brain circuit was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

X would carry out intense self-condemnation and self-abuse for what he had done to him.

But, if the same thing was done by him to him, it would make X extremely excited.

Whenever Mu Si understood a little of X’s thoughts, he would be shocked by him.

And this was merely the tip of the iceberg of X.

Mu Si simply couldn’t imagine what kind of soul-shaking existence that huge “iceberg” hidden under X’s spiritual sea surface was.

Forget it, used to it.

At least, they loved each other.

Mu Si leaned over to hug X, guiding him to be together.

When night fell, X finally couldn’t hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Si gave him a simple cleaning, carried him back to the bedroom, put him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.

Although there wasn’t any sleepiness, Mu Si habitually burrowed into X’s arms, lying with him.

The only difficulty was controlling the desire to grind his teeth on X’s muscles.

However, since X wouldn’t get hurt and didn’t dislike him doing that.

Then, could he occasionally bite a bit, grind his teeth?

Mu Si tentatively took a small bite.

Instantly squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Just bite for a little while.

A loong while.

When X woke up after sleeping for a night, Mu Si was still biting.

Sensing X waking up, Mu Si immediately let go, wiping his criminal traces with his cuff.

Teeth marks and red marks couldn’t be wiped off, so he pulled up the quilt to cover them, plugging his ears while stealing the bell.

“Hi, good morning.”

While pressing the quilt to cover up, Mu Si smiled and greeted X.

“Morning.”

Just waking up, X’s brain was still a bit fuzzy. Dazzled by Mu Si’s bright smile, he was even more dazed, unable to recover.

After a good while, he reached out, pulled Mu Si into his arms, hugging him tightly as if to confirm something.

Just confirming Mu Si’s existence, indescribable satisfaction rose in X’s heart.

“You’re still by my side, that’s great.”

He was always afraid the beauty of these past few days was just his illusion.

Mu Si felt X’s unease and raised his hand to hug him back.

“I’m here, always here.”

Mu Si said: “I’ll accompany you, go nowhere.”

However, given their current situation, it should be X accompanying him.

He was a zombie, a powerless ordinary zombie.

For him, X left the ability user team, left the human base, taking him to live in solitude.

Whenever thinking of this, Mu Si would feel guilty.

He dragged X down again.

When he was human, he was X’s burden.

Now turned into a zombie, he was still dragging X down.

Even knowing X’s love for him deeply, he would still feel very apologetic.

“If I can never possess an ability again in my life…”

Wouldn’t I be dragging X down for a lifetime?

Hearing Mu Si mention abilities, X remembered the psychic crystal nucleus that almost caused Mu Si to break up with him, and instantly panicked.

He hurriedly held Mu Si’s hand, promising hastily:

“No, I will definitely bring back a psychic crystal nucleus for you.”

X actually didn’t have much confidence.

In the three years Mu Si turned into a zombie, he hadn’t seen a single psychic type.

In the news scouted by mutant plants, there was no content related to psychic types either.

Three years into the apocalypse, no psychic type had appeared again.

Psychic types seemed to have gone extinct.

X panicked in his heart; he was afraid Mu Si would leave him, daring not tell Mu Si these contents.

Even wished his own psychic ability would regress to the lowest level.

That way, he could dig out his own crystal nucleus for Mu Si to use.

But, Mu Si regained consciousness relying on his S-rank psychic ability.

Simply couldn’t have it both ways.

In the three years Mu Si turned into a zombie, his head had been empty, understanding nothing, knowing nothing about the outside situation.

But it didn’t mean the current Mu Si didn’t understand.

He imagined, with X’s care for him.

Even if he turned into an empty-headed zombie, when X found a psychic type, he would bring the crystal nucleus back to him.

Judging from the fact that X never brought back a psychic crystal nucleus, psychic types had vanished.

Mu Si even had a premonition: psychic types no longer existed in the world.

X was the only psychic ability possessor now.

He… could never possess an ability again.

Mu Si’s mood dropped for a moment.

Warm energy came from X’s chest cavity, caressing his mind, soothing him.

Mu Si was slightly stunned.

It was the psychic ability he was familiar with.

Thought it was done by X.

But looking up to see X’s expression of unawareness, Mu Si realized again that this was likely a spontaneous act of the psychic ability.

【Thank you. And also before, thank you for saving me. But, I can’t give you what you want, I’m very sorry.】

Mu Si said in his heart.

X looked up in astonishment, his gaze falling on Mu Si, paused, then turned his head to look around, raising a hand to touch his forehead.

Seeing his performance, Mu Si faintly realized something.

Spoke up asking: “What’s wrong?”

“I seem to… be having auditory hallucinations.”

The kind of auditory hallucination appearing directly in the mind.

X frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong the more he thought, sitting up abruptly from the bed.

While protecting Mu Si, he looked around alertly.

“It’s a psychic ability. A psychic ability user has appeared; he is exerting mental influence on me.”

X looked solemn.

That psychic type hiding in the dark actually wanted to pretend to be Mu Si to confuse him; unforgivable.

X had killing intent.

Mu Si: “…”

“That, actually…”

Mu Si stroked X’s tense chest, wanting him to calm down.

X held his hand, looking down and saying:

“Don’t be afraid, I will protect you well.”

“Actually it’s me!”

Mu Si said it in one breath.

“That voice you heard, is me.”