SGT CH103: Swallowed Whole

◎ Despite his strenuous efforts to please him, he still failed to gain even a little of Mousse’s affection. ◎

Mousse offered himself up willingly, waiting to be consumed.

The pain he anticipated never came.

Aix held him tightly, feeding greedily, demanding his flavor. Yet it was like opening a jelly packet and only sipping the juice on the surface. He delayed tearing him apart and eating him.

Was it because he wanted to eat for a longer time?

Aix didn’t seem to dislike his taste; he simply wanted to prolong the enjoyment. One always wants to savor delicious food for longer.

But Mousse’s body was burning hot.

He felt he had been infected by the zombie virus. The virus was spreading inside him, making his whole body feverish and his breathing difficult. It wouldn’t be long before he mutated into a zombie.

At Aix’s current eating speed, he would see Mousse in his terrible, mutated state.

No, this couldn’t go on.

In a moment of separation, Mousse pressed against Aix’s cold cheek. Trying to steady his overly hot breath, he whispered a plea:

“Can you go a little faster? I feel awful.”

His body was burning, his breath was scorching, and his brain was dizzy. These were all signs of infection by the zombie virus.

The hand Aix had on his lower back tightened.

Then, a sense of weightlessness took over.

Aix picked him up and carried him into the RV.

Why change locations?

Mousse pressed against Aix, trying to squeeze some clarity out of his dizzy brain.

The RV had a counter and kitchenware. Was he still unable to escape being fried?

Mousse buried his head in Aix’s chest, his body trembling with instinctive fear.

Sensing the emotions of the person in his arms, the crimson eyes filled with desire cooled a few degrees, replaced by complexity and deeply hidden pain.

He knew Mousse didn’t like him that much.
He knew Mousse had been deceiving him from start to finish.

Whenever Mousse wanted something from him, he would become exceptionally proactive.

Back when he first awakened his ability, Mousse, who used to just sleep purely under the covers with him, had groped his body in the night and offered himself to him. The initial confession and proposal to date were the same… A young master from a wealthy family seeking out a destitute student with nothing to his name—clearly, he just wanted to get some amusement out of him.

But he could never bear to disappoint him.

Whatever Mousse wanted, he would help him achieve it, even if it meant falling into an abyss.

It was the same now.
Mousse wanted him, so he offered himself up again.

Aix gently placed Mousse on the bed and reached out to unbutton his clothes.

Mousse felt his clothes being undone. It was like a food package being torn open. He closed his eyes in fear, but light still penetrated his eyelids.

There was a sound of something climbing and moving along the walls of the vehicle. It was the mutated plants. They covered the RV, blocking out all the light.

In the darkness, Aix covered his body.

Mousse quietly gripped the hem of Aix’s shirt, ready to welcome the impending pain.

On the road in the distance, the ability users sat in their cars.

Watching the mutated plants grow denser and cover a larger area, the ability users all fell into deep thought.

“Are we staying here tonight?”
“Yeah… let’s prepare early.”

Someone couldn’t help but say, “He really has some moves… He pushed the captain into a zombie horde, yet he can still coax the captain into keeping him by his side.”

“If this goes on, the captain will be killed by him sooner or later.”

“There are plenty of good-looking men and women in the base. Why is the captain so hung up on this dodder flower?”

“Because… he’s the best looking?”

There was no arguing with that. The beautiful dodder flower was truly beautiful.

everyone fell silent.

The sky grew dark, and the mutated plants continued to envelop the RV tightly, letting no wind through.

Inside the RV, Mousse looked at Aix on top of him, feeling a bit bewildered.

Wasn’t Aix going to tear him apart and eat him?
How did it turn into this kind of “swallowed whole”?

And why was the sensation warm?
At first, when he was taken in, it was clearly cold, making Mousse shiver. But then it turned into a comfortable temperature.

Aix had used his ability to regulate his body temperature.

Why do such a thing? Wouldn’t it be fine to just eat him directly? Was this some strange pre-meal ritual? Did the Zombie Emperor possess Aix’s pre-death memories and a part of his undying humanity, leading to curiosity about this kind of thing?

Like a cat playing with a mouse before a meal.

Mousse frowned tightly. The urgency in his heart and the heat of his body made him increasingly irritable. He even wanted to kick Aix off, but he shouldn’t do that.

It shouldn’t be like this…

Mousse felt both angry and wronged. Did he have to be teased like this? To watch him, as food, be teased by the predator until he lost control and revealed an embarrassing state?

Mousse couldn’t control his body, much less his reactions, which made him feel incredibly wretched. His gaze fell on Aix’s neatly dressed upper body, and he felt even worse.

Aix was fully dressed, while he had no cover at all. The stark contrast made Mousse feel utterly humiliated.

“Have you played enough?” Mousse asked, raising his hand to cover his face.

I must look terrible right now, Mousse thought.

Hearing this, Aix, who was in motion, suddenly stiffened, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Despite his strenuous efforts to please him, he still failed to gain even a little of Mousse’s affection. Even though Mousse had offered himself up voluntarily. But after just a short while, he was already annoyed.

Aix lowered his eyes. The hands behind his back tightened slightly, but he only said in a hoarse, low voice, “Sorry, it will be over soon.”

At least he had to let Mousse find release, or he would feel uncomfortable.

Under Aix’s superb technique and desperate, almost masochistic actions, Mousse soon finished.

Mousse bit his lip and turned his head away, burying his face in the pillow. To be done like this by a zombie before being eaten was too humiliating.

The Zombie Emperor moved off him, and the rustling sound of dressing came to his ears. His upper body had been dressed the whole time, so tidying up was quick.

“It will be uncomfortable like this. I’ll take you to wash,” Aix said.

After washing, I can be eaten, right?

Mousse sat up with his head bowed, allowing Aix to carry him away.

Mousse thought he would be placed on the counter to wash, but Aix carried him into the bathroom. True, he was a person after all; he was too big to fit in the vegetable sink.

The RV’s bathroom was small, with only a narrow shower stall. Standing with two people was a bit crowded; parts of their bodies inevitably touched.

Aix took down the showerhead, adjusted the water temperature, and carefully washed Mousse, avoiding his hair. He seemed not to notice the water splashing onto his own clothes.

Mousse stared at his toes the whole time, emptying his mind.

Until he was wrapped in a towel again by Aix and carried out. He was placed on the sofa by the dining table, and Aix left his side.

The longer he waited for death, the harder it was to bear. When Mousse looked back and saw Aix still tidying up the bed, he couldn’t help but urge him:

“Can you hurry up?”
Hurry up and eat me.
“I don’t want to turn into a zombie.”

Especially in front of Aix.
Mousse pursed his lips, looking slightly anxious.

Aix sped up and finished tidying the bed, changing all the sheets and bedding, then turned to pick up Mousse.

“Don’t be afraid. You won’t turn into a zombie.”

Aix picked up Mousse, placed him on the bed, and whispered a comfort.

“How is that possible?” Mousse didn’t believe it, frowning irritably. “We had so much bodily fluid contact. I was infected long ago.”

And his body had been burning before. Now it had cooled down a bit. Mousse touched his cheek with the back of his hand; it really wasn’t as hot as before. Did this mean he was losing his body temperature? But he still had consciousness.

“I used my ability to separate it,” Aix said.

Mousse hadn’t come into contact with his bodily fluids.

“Only I unilaterally contacted your…”

A double layer of isolation using water and space abilities, plus the healing ability running constantly. All to ensure Mousse wasn’t infected by him.

“Separated?” Mousse was puzzled. “I clearly felt a lot of water.”

Aix suddenly lost his voice, looking away in shame. It took a long while before he said hoarsely, “It was the water ability.”

Although some of it was his, he had used space to isolate it and then wrapped it in water elements. What Mousse actually came into contact with was pure water elements heated by him, and mutated plant juices used for lubrication.

Aix was afraid Mousse wouldn’t be satisfied with the experience. After all, he was a zombie now; he couldn’t compare to a living person. So, he tried his best to use his abilities to simulate and replicate the state of their intimacy from before.

He not only raised the body temperature at the point of contact but also secretly fed Mousse some pure water when he noticed Mousse was thirsty from losing too much fluid. Every move was just to give Mousse a better experience.

Mousse was even more confused, not understanding why Aix did so many superfluous things.

But he quickly sobered up. Why else could it be? Of course, it was to prevent him from turning into a zombie while being teased, becoming “tasteless.”

He had worried for nothing for so long.

“You certainly went to great lengths just to eat me,” Mousse scoffed.

Aix couldn’t deny it. He could only hang his head and say dryly, “Sorry.”

If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t tease me like that.

Mousse was a little angry. But looking at Aix’s face, thinking that he was about to be eaten and would never see Aix again, the anger couldn’t burn.

Forget it.

He sighed, threw off the towel wrapped around him, and exposed his neck to Aix while lying on his back. Like a broken jar smashed to pieces, he urged:

“If you’re going to eat, hurry up and eat.”

Aix’s pupils shrank suddenly, not knowing where to look.

He knew Mousse didn’t truly want to do this with him. But as soon as his gaze touched Mousse’s lips, pressed into a vibrant red, he couldn’t look away.

This was Mousse inviting him.

He just had to be more careful, more attentive in pleasing him…

He leaned down slowly, tentatively pressing his lips against Mousse’s, so nervous that even his heart, which had long since lost sensation, seemed to tighten.

Mousse kept his eyes open, feeling a bit helpless inside.

Why start from here again?
And so slow… when will he finish eating me?

“Are you going to eat or not? Is it fun to do this?”

Teasing him again and again.
Mousse couldn’t help but push him away.

Aix stumbled back a step, his footing slightly unsteady.

He could see that Mousse’s resistance to him was deeper than when they were together before. Even if he was deceiving him back then, he was never impatient when they were intimate. But now, he was full of an urgency like he was rushing to complete a task.

Aix lowered his eyes, his gaze hollow.

“Go to sleep… If you don’t want to, we won’t do it.”

He paused, then added:

“No matter when, I will protect you. You don’t… you don’t have to do things you don’t want to do because of that.”

Protect?

Mousse sat on the bed in a daze, listening to Aix’s footsteps gradually fading away. He blinked slowly, beginning to feel confused.

The Zombie Emperor said to him… protect?

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