SGT CH194

194 Apocalypse Inner Voice Extra 3

◎Mu Si kissed roses for an entire night◎

Aside from that confession where he knew the truth in his heart, this was the first time X had received love from Mu Si’s own mouth.

Even if an endless abyss lay behind that love, he would still jump down willingly.

“Si Si, I belong to you.”

Pulling Mu Si’s hand over, X placed it against his heart, forcefully suppressing his agitation as he said:

“I will never leave you again. I will follow you forever, whatever you ask me to do is fine.”

[Even if it means digging out my own heart.]

Frightened, Mu Si’s fingers recoiled.

He was unsure whether this was X’s genuine thought or an influence stemming from the psychic ability.

Mu Si wanted to retract his hand, yet feared this would make X misunderstand it as his flinching and rejection.

Ultimately, he chose to grasp X’s hand, interlacing their fingers to convey his own heart.

X looked at Mu Si’s interlaced fingers with barely concealed excitement.

[To a zombie, a heart is merely a dispensable organ, not enough to express my love and resolve for Si Si. Perhaps I should dig out my brain.]

“Enough!”

Mu Si couldn’t resist speaking out.

What on earth was running through X’s mind every day?

Was it always this bloody and brutal?

X gazed at Mu Si at a complete loss.

Not understanding how he had made Mu Si angry.

“What I mean is…”

Mu Si also realized the abruptness of his outburst, scrambling to find the right words.

“It’s already too late, we should go to sleep.”

Do zombies need to sleep?

A flicker of doubt crossed Mu Si’s mind.

[Can I sleep together with Si Si?]

[Will Si Si let me onto the bed?]

X gazed at Mu Si apprehensively, waiting for his reaction with both anticipation and unease.

[Even if I cannot approach the bed, I can guard Si Si from the sofa.]

[If Si Si doesn’t want me to stay in the bedroom, I… I’ll go guard in the living room.]

X’s inner voice grew increasingly humble, and the light in his eyes seemed congealed beneath a thick, sorrowful mist.

Mu Si: “…”

How could X be like this?

Mu Si felt not only bewildered, but also a sense of powerlessness, as if being framed and slandered.

X was clearly the one between them who possessed power.

Holding the power over his life and death.

Yet he placed himself in such a lowly position, looking as though he had been bullied by him.

As if he were some tyrant who not only kneaded X into any shape he pleased, but even kicked X out to sleep on the streets.

“Alright, we sleep together, of course we sleep together.”

Ever since the apocalypse, they had never been separated, aside from the two days when X fell into the zombie horde…

“Lie down first, I’m going to take a shower.”

Mu Si wriggled out of X’s arms.

During those two days when X wasn’t by his side, he hadn’t washed at all, chased by zombies in utter dishevelment, rolling and crawling in the dirt, filthy from head to toe.

He hadn’t thought much of it before; who in the apocalypse could stay pristine and clean? Being too clean actually drew unwanted attention.

Yet now, before X, he always wanted to maintain his best side.

Mu Si stood up and walked toward the bathroom. Halfway there, he turned back to ask:

“Is there water here?”

This place looked like a hotel. In a post-apocalyptic hotel, would there be running water?

Having not left the human base for a long time, Mu Si felt unfamiliar with everything.

“There is,” X said.

[Originally there wasn’t.]

[But with me around, with my abilities, restoring water and electricity is a matter of minutes. How could I ever let Si Si have no water to use?]

“Amazing!”

Hearing Mu Si’s praise, X’s ears burned slightly.

Even if what Mu Si was praising was the hotel.

“Ah,” Mu Si thought of something, “I don’t have clothes.”

“There are those too.”

X retrieved a brand-new set of white clothes from his spatial storage.

Already washed and dried with abilities, very comfortable to wear.

White.

Taking the clothes from X’s hands, Mu Si grumbled inwardly, remarking in a slightly odd tone:

“You really like white, don’t you?”

“Mm,” X murmured shyly in a low voice.

[Si Si looks very good in white.]

[Most of Si Si’s clothes are white, he must like white very much.]

Mu Si cast a surprised glance at him.

Because of him?

Mu Si hadn’t paid much attention to his own preferences.

However, he indeed favored light-colored clothes.

It had been so before the apocalypse.

After the apocalypse, the clothes X prepared for him were all light-colored as well, with white being the vast majority.

This resulted in Mu Si appearing exceptionally bright and eye-catching every time he went out with X in the dreary, decayed apocalypse.

Carrying the delicate, glamorous air of someone using beauty to serve others.

Rumors about him “seducing Captain X to climb the ranks” and being a “dodder flower” grew more and more prevalent.

As time went on, Mu Si rarely went outside.

Staying only within the villa secluded by mutated plants.

Now, looking at the clean, pretty pure-white clothes in his hands, Mu Si suddenly stopped minding those voices.

Using beauty to serve others, so what if he did?

Didn’t that precisely mean X was frantically infatuated with him?

Clutching the clothes in his arms, Mu Si lowered his head to plant a kiss on X’s lips, walking into the bathroom with light footsteps.

Seated on the edge of the bed, X stared blankly at Mu Si’s departing figure.

[So sweet.]

[Why is Si Si so sweet today?]

[Si Si has never been this close to me before, why is it that after I turned into a zombie, instead…]

[Could it be that Si Si doesn’t actually like humans, but prefers… zombies? Corpses? Inhuman creatures? Monster boys?]

Mu Si in the bathroom: “…”

Good heavens.

Why could X’s train of thought veer so wildly off track?

Was this something a normal person could come up with?

To actually think he had a special fetish for zombies and corpses.

There was a saying that rang true: the person you see in others is actually yourself.

Whatever you see others as reflects what you are yourself.

Mu Si had every reason to suspect that the one with a bizarre fetish who liked corpses was actually X.

After all, a normal person truly couldn’t conceive things from this angle.

Still, to an X who had already turned into a zombie, humans should be more attractive and desirable, right?

Mu Si looked down at his own body, recalling X saying several times that he was very sweet, which probably meant very delicious.

Would he be eaten?

Claiming not to be nervous at all was a lie.

Yet it was not complete fear either.

Even knowing full well X harbored an appetite toward him, he still wanted to be intimate with X, wanted to sleep in the same bed with him, wanted their necks intertwined.

Perhaps X was right.

He wasn’t as normal as he appeared on the surface.

He was just as unhinged as X.

Only, their expressions took different directions.

What he liked wasn’t corpses or inhuman creatures as X assumed.

Rather, it was willingly delivering himself beneath the predator’s jaws.

Trusting wholeheartedly in this formidable hunter who held control over his life.

Enjoying his lips and tongue wandering across his neck in surrender.

Having washed and groomed, Mu Si emerged from the bathroom wearing simple, comfortable white sleepwear.

Terrified that Mu Si might regret it, X had already reclined on one side of the bed early on, looking up at him quietly right now.

Lifting the blanket, Mu Si climbed into bed, naturally tucking himself into X’s embrace, sniffing at his neck.

Clean and refreshing, carrying only a faint, cool breath, without any peculiar odor.

Having lived surrounded by mutated plants for a long time, and being fed numerous fruits from mutated plants by X, Mu Si’s body always carried a fresh fragrance of floral and botanical sweetness.

Meanwhile, the scent on X was always pristine, like ice and snow or a clear breeze.

Bearing no scent of his own, yet very easily tainted by other scents nearby.

Such as his scent.

Just by nuzzling against X’s chest, X was stained with a faint floral aroma from him.

As if marked by him.

Mu Si happily buried his face and nuzzled, mussing up the shirt on X, an unbuttoned button popping open at an unknown moment.

It definitely wasn’t rubbed open by him.

It was X’s own chest muscles being too massive and popping it open.

Raising a hand, Mu Si’s fingertips brushed against X’s exposed skin.

The initial touch was cool, but soon a noticeable rise in temperature followed, gradually turning warm.

Zombies had no body temperature.

This was clearly X’s ability.

[The touch should feel better this way, right?]

Mu Si paused, moving no further, only looking up to ask:

“Will doing this harm your body?”

In Mu Si’s understanding, zombies feared sunlight and decayed.

High-tier zombies held stronger resistance to sunlight and decayed more slowly.

Mu Si was not certain how long a high-grade zombie like X could maintain an undecayed state, or if raising his body temperature would cause harm to his body.

“It won’t,” X explained. “High-tier zombies have strong adaptability to temperature. Besides, this is my own ability.”

How could an ability harm the user himself?

Just as high-tier fire ability users could walk through flames.

Having obtained nearly all abilities through ability predation, X was immune to most things in the world.

“Then…”

Mu Si hesitated, biting his lower lip, asking after all:

“What about the previous wound?”

X had mutated into a zombie, so he must have been bitten by zombies, likely very high-level ones.

X’s body stiffened slightly.

Mu Si could distinctly feel the muscles beneath his hand tense up.

X’s healing ability could not be used on a lifeless zombie.

He couldn’t heal the wound with abilities.

Yet strangely, Mu Si hadn’t smelled any foul odors related to rotting flesh.

On X, there was only a cool breath and the scent of flowers and grass.

Mu Si asked tentatively: “Can I take a look?”

Hesitating, X nodded.

Unbuttoning his clothes with extremely slow movements, his inner thoughts were completely hollow and dead silent.

Mu Si followed his movements to check.

Neck, chest, abdomen—none of them had injuries.

“On the back,” X whispered softly, slipping off his shirt and turning his back slowly.

Throughout the process, he kept his head turned to watch Mu Si, looking as if the second he saw the wrong reaction, he would put his clothes on immediately and cover everything tight.

Mu Si held his breath.

He saw X’s wound, on his lower back.

It was not the mangled flesh and blood he had imagined.

There lay… vibrant vitality.

Unable to treat the wound with healing abilities, X had planted mutated plants into the flesh, suturing the wound with flora.

From the flesh, flowers bloomed.

Under Mu Si’s gaze, a red rose bloomed slowly.

Holding his breath, Mu Si watched this scene.

Reaching out tentatively, his fingertips brushed against the center of the rose.

The rose shivered, shedding pollen.

With it, X’s taut, muscular body shuddered along.

“Does it hurt?” Mu Si asked.

He was asking not only if X’s body hurt now, but also whether it had hurt when he was injured back then.

How could it not hurt?

Being bitten and clawed by zombies…

“N-no, it doesn’t hurt.”

X’s lowered eyelashes trembled lightly, a trace of an unusual flush surprisingly surfacing across his bloodless face.

[So strange.]

[Why do even the flowers have sensation?]

[Si Si pollinated me.]

[Want, want to bloom, want to bear fruit.]

[No, I’m not a plant.]

[Want to bloom more flowers.]

And so, Mu Si watched as the floral vines from X’s wound wound their way upward, covering nearly more than half of his back.

One vivid, dripping-red rose after another burst into bloom.

Such a bizarre, wondrous scene left Mu Si stunned.

After a long moment, he leaned down.

Kissing the roses blooming across X’s back, one by one.

Kissing with deep focus and earnestness, steeped in profound guilt, tender pity, and love.

X’s body trembled even harder.

The roses bloomed all the more profusely.

At first blooming only on X’s back, later gradually crawling up his arms, even climbing onto the bedframe, sprawling across the entire bed.

Mu Si kissed roses for an entire night.