SGT CH104: You Are Only Allowed to Eat Me

◎ Cupping Aix’s face, he initiated a kiss. ◎

A zombie talking about protection to a human.

How incredible.

But the Zombie Emperor truly hadn’t done anything to hurt him.

From the moment the Zombie Emperor found him and took him by his side, he had been doing things similar to what Aix used to do.
Preparing food for him.
Preparing clothes for him.
And as long as the Zombie Emperor didn’t hurt him, the Zombie Emperor’s very existence was a natural shelter for him.
This counted as protecting him, right?

The only difference was probably that the Zombie Emperor was always expressionless, his eyes rarely showed emotion, and he was cold towards him.

But when he swallowed him whole, he would deliberately adjust his body temperature…
Mousse was a little confused.
Was that teasing him, or caring for him?

Mousse fell asleep in confusion and contemplation.

When he woke up again, he smelled the aroma of stir-fried meat.
Aix was cooking.

Outside the car was the chattering of the ability users.
Inside the car, Aix stood at the counter, his side facing Mousse’s direction, wearing a pink apron that didn’t match his temperament at all.
It was inexplicably heartwarming.
And the apron really showed off his figure, accentuating the rise and fall of his muscles.
From the side a peak, from the front a range…
What am I thinking…

Mousse pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

Outside the window, the buzz-cut man was still surprised that the captain was cooking personally, secretly complaining that someone didn’t know how to take care of people, and suggesting that the team’s healer take over, claiming they had excellent culinary skills.

Aix didn’t pay any attention to him. All his focus was on Mousse waking up in bed. Seeing him pull the quilt over his head, as if he found it noisy, a mutated vine extended, grabbed the person chattering endlessly by the car, and threw him far away.

Aix reached out and closed the car window, pulling down the blinds to block out the sound and sight.
The car instantly became quiet.
Only the very soft sound of stir-frying could be heard.

Mousse slowly pulled down the quilt covering his face and stared blankly at the roof of the car.
After a long time, Aix came to his bedside and placed a set of clothes by his pillow.
Although he didn’t say anything, the intention to urge him to get up and eat was clear.

Mousse lay still, his gaze moving to Aix’s face, trying to read something from it.
But Aix’s face had its usual lack of expression.
Meeting his gaze, he turned his head away, silent and distant.

“What does this mean?”
Mousse asked him, “Are you going back with them? Back to the base?”

“Going back for a trip, to get some things.”
Aix said, paused, and then added, “If you prefer living in the base…”

“Is it that I like it, or that you like it?”
Mousse sat up, the quilt slipping from his body, revealing his beautiful, sexy collarbones.
Aix quickly lowered his eyes, staring at the floor of the RV, his mind going blank, momentarily forgetting what to say.

Mousse realized his lapse in composure, tried his best to suppress the irritating emotions, and analyzed calmly.
A high-level zombie trying to enter a human base.
What was the difference between this and a wolf entering a sheep pen?

“You need a full body check before entering the base. Once they find bite or scratch wounds on you, you’ll be expelled. You can’t disguise yourself to sneak in…”
He remembered Aix straddling him last night, his lower body pressing against him, but his upper body remaining neatly dressed the whole time.
He guessed his injury was on his upper body.
Healing abilities belonged to the life system and could only be used on living things.
Aix was a zombie. Even if he plundered a healing ability, he couldn’t use it on himself.
The wound from being scratched and bitten by zombies back then… must still exist.

Mousse bit his lower lip lightly.
The thing he had never dared to imagine or bring up was now torn open and exposed before them.

“I have my own ways.”
Aix still didn’t look at him, only clasping his tensed arms behind his back.

“You’d better kill me first, or I’ll let everyone in the base know you’re a zombie.”
Mousse had no other way, so he could only make a meaningless threat.

“…”
Aix’s eyes were open and empty, motionless.
After a long while, he squeezed a sentence out of his throat:
“No one will believe it. And I won’t kill you, won’t hurt you…”

After saying that, he turned and left. He paused as he passed the dining table, then continued forward, opening the door and leaving the RV.

Mousse watched the car door slam shut, lay back weakly, and muffledly raised his arm to cover his forehead.
How did things develop into this again?
Clearly, before going to sleep last night, he was still thinking that the Zombie Emperor did indeed protect him.
Still struggling with whether what the Zombie Emperor did to him last night was teasing or care.

It was just that the Zombie Emperor was a zombie after all.
Zombies and humans had irreconcilable contradictions.
For zombies, eating people was their nature.
He couldn’t watch helplessly as Aix killed and ate people, couldn’t watch him slaughter all the ability users, or turn the base into his farm.

Mousse lay in bed for a long time, his stomach, which had been fed three meals a day on time for a week, protesting.
Starving himself to death wouldn’t solve the problem.
He still had to live; only by living would he have a chance.

Mousse silently climbed up, washed, and sat at the table, prepared to eat a few mouthfuls of the food that had long since gone cold just to deal with it.
But when he took a mouthful of rice, he found it was still hot.
He picked up a few other dishes; every one was hot.
Before leaving, Aix had used his ability to keep them warm.

Strong and complex emotions suddenly enveloped Mousse, piling up in his chest, crushing him until he couldn’t breathe.
For a moment, Mousse even wished he had been infected by Aix last night and turned into a zombie.
A mindless, ordinary zombie.
That way, he could give up everything and follow Aix with his empty brain, without any burden.
However, if he really became like that, Aix might not be interested in him anymore and would drive him away.
That would be fine too.
Anyway, he wouldn’t have any thoughts then, wouldn’t feel pain, and wouldn’t be sad.

Mousse finished his meal, cleaned up the dishes, and wanted to get out of the car to find Aix.
But at the car door, he ran into Aix returning.
Aix paused, stepped aside, and waited.
He looked like he didn’t mind him leaving the car and was even ready to accompany him.
Mousse had wanted to find him anyway, so seeing him return, there was naturally no need to get out.
He went back into the car, thinking about how to have another talk with Aix.

Aix followed him into the car and walked straight to the driver’s seat.
Were they leaving?
Mousse looked through the glass into the distance.
The mutated plants had been withdrawn. On the road in the distance, the ability users had returned to their cars one after another, and the convoy was ready to depart.
Aix sat in the driver’s seat but didn’t move. Mousse knew he was waiting for him to return to his seat.

Mousse walked over quickly and came to Aix’s side.
But he didn’t sit in the passenger seat next to him. Instead, after taking a deep breath, he summoned his courage and sat directly on Aix’s lap.

Aix, the zombie, went completely stiff. He didn’t know where to put his hands, his crimson eyes fixed on him.
Mousse tentatively reached out, wrapped his arms around Aix’s neck, leaned close to him, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
As he wished, he saw intense emotions surging in those crimson eyes.
Perhaps appetite, or perhaps some other desire.

“Only eat me, okay?”
Mousse pressed his whole body against him, his warm breath falling on the side of Aix’s face, asking him nervously with wide eyes.

Aix’s Adam’s apple rolled, secretly swallowing saliva.
His voice was vague and urgent.
“Okay, of course, of course only you.”
Aix didn’t dare to touch the person on him directly, worried about causing disgust. His hanging hands dug tightly into the seat.
He could never refuse him.
Even if the other’s seduction was very superficial and shallow.
Clearly wanting to use this intimacy to exchange for something from him.

This promise came too easily.
Mousse looked at him uncertainly.
Unsure if he really understood what he meant.

Mousse extended a finger to touch Aix’s lips. Before he could speak, those lips parted automatically, welcoming him in.
Mousse: “…”
Sticking a finger into a zombie’s mouth.
It felt like courting death.
But looking at Aix, whose eyes were fixed on him, a baseless trust rose in his heart.
He stuck his finger in, gently touching the tip of Aix’s tongue, pressing it down when he instinctively wanted to retract it.
After playing wantonly with Aix’s tongue for a while, Mousse remembered what he wanted to say in the first place.
He withdrew his hand awkwardly, wrapping his finger in his palm to wipe it.
Nothing there; it was dry.
Clearly, the sensation was moist, but nothing had stained his finger.

“I mean eating, eating people. Do you understand?”
Mousse still wrapped his finger, feeling like it was heating up.
If he hadn’t known Aix used his ability to isolate and protect him, he probably would have thought he was infected again.

Hearing the words “eating people” emphasized by Mousse, the boiling emotions in Aix’s eyes gradually cooled.
He closed his open mouth, pursed his lips, and felt a little self-mockery in his heart.
So it was this “eat.” He had actually thought it was…
And he had been in such a hurry to make a promise.

[Oh, Brother X, tricked out of your ultimate move by Little Cake’s basic attack again.]
[Even your underwear was scammed off.]
[Originally looking at the ninety-something Scum Gong Value, I thought this world couldn’t be reformed, but now there’s new hope.]
[Zombie opens Brother X’s brain, leaves in disappointment.]
[Pfft, love-brained. Even zombies won’t eat it.]
[But zombies eat people. Can X go against a zombie’s nature?]

“Don’t worry, I won’t eat people.”
Aix closed his eyes for a moment, then added: “I haven’t before, either.”

He actually didn’t resist eating people.
All his humanity was tied to Mousse alone.
When away from Mousse, he was purely a high-level zombie—cold, cruel, heartless, bloodthirsty.
He had even tried hunting ability users.
But after capturing that ability user, he did nothing.
He knew Mousse wouldn’t accept it.
If he really crossed that line, Mousse would never accept him again.
Mousse wouldn’t let him hold him with hands that had killed people.
Nor would he kiss a mouth that had torn into human flesh.

Aix pursed his lips tightly.
He knew in his heart that Mousse wouldn’t truly love him.
Even when he was human, an ability user, Mousse only used him and deceived him, never truly loving him.
Let alone now that he was a zombie.
Even if he held that bottom line for Mousse, it was just his own wishful thinking.

“Aix, you…”
Mousse’s eyes widened, going from surprise to joy, and finally letting out a long sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
He reached out happily, cupped Aix’s face, and as the other looked over in confusion, initiated a kiss.

Aix’s eyes widened in astonishment. The hands digging into the seat opened and clenched again, dazed and helpless as he felt Mousse’s almost passionate demand.

“Aix, you are only allowed to eat me. In the future, you are only allowed to eat me.”
Mousse touched noses with him, his eyes focused on him.
Aix, trapped in those eyes that seemed full of affection, nodded dizzily.

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