SGT CH107: Pulled Into His Embrace and Possessed

◎Aix turned over and covered him, guiding his hand downward◎

Mousse entered the villa surrounded by the mutated plants.

News of Aix completing his mission reached the ears of the base’s upper echelon.

They sat waiting in the central building, left and right, but Aix never came.

Upon inquiry, they learned he had taken his boyfriend back to their residence.

All the higher-ups knew that aside from occasionally taking on missions, once Aix returned to the base, he would shut the door with his boyfriend and live their lives, unwilling to deal with trivial matters.

Otherwise, with Aix’s strength, the position of base commander should have been his.

That batch of medicine from the Sixth Hospital was critically important and couldn’t wait.

So several high-ranking officials, along with researchers from related projects, visited Aix’s villa together.

Upon arrival, their eyes were dazzled by the blooming flowers filling the courtyard.

“Are all these mutated plants?”

“Mutated tomato vines, mutated blood roses, and various mutated fruit trees… Captain Aix is the first plant-type ability user who can control so many mutated plants.”

“If such talent could enter the research institute, how wonderful that would be.”

“Flowers are the reproductive organs of plants, representing reproduction and growth. So many mutated plants blooming simultaneously—is something significant happening?”

Several researchers couldn’t help but move closer to observe.

Then they were bound by the mutated plants, which were extremely excited by Mousse’s return and particularly vigilant against external dangers.

Inside the villa, Aix, who was making the bed for Mousse, paused slightly in his movements.

Mousse had just finished his bath and emerged from the bathroom wearing a robe. Seeing Aix standing by the bed looking toward the window, he asked:

“What’s wrong?”

Aix withdrew his gaze, his eyes lingering for a moment on the collarbone exposed by Mousse’s robe collar. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said in a low voice:

“Nothing, it’s not important. Do you want to rest now?”

Mousse didn’t answer, looking out the window with some confusion.

The mutated vines in the courtyard immediately lifted the intruders they had captured high into the air, adorning them with flowers to display to Mousse.

Mousse: “…”

Aix also saw that scene and covered his face, unable to watch.

In his heart, he executed that troublemaking mutated plant a thousand times over.

Mousse turned back, looking at Aix with an inquiring gaze.

Aix had already put away his inappropriate expression, returning to his usual stern demeanor, saying seriously:

“Some minor issues. I’ll go handle them right away.”

As he turned to leave, Mousse stopped him, reminding:

“Remember what you promised me.”

“Of course, no eating people.” And the psychic crystal core.

Aix remembered everything.

Aix went downstairs and outside.

Mousse stood on the balcony watching.

The researchers suspended in mid-air were put down.

Everything that followed was blocked by a flower wall formed by mutated plants; he couldn’t see or hear.

A morning glory quietly climbed to the second-floor balcony, extending its pink trumpet-shaped flower to Mousse.

Mousse paused, reached out to gather the flower, and placed it by his ear.

Clear conversation came through.

“Yes, this is exactly the batch of medicine we need…”

“Captain Aix, thanks to you bringing this batch of medicine back, you are a benefactor to the entire base… Whatever you need, just ask, and we’ll do everything in our power to fulfill it.”

“Psychic crystal cores.”

It was Aix’s voice.

“This…”

“I know you can’t produce them. I need you to use the base’s resources to search for information about psychic types.

“Whether it’s crystal cores, psychic zombies, mutated animals, mutated plants, or anything else.”

“Your meaning is… including psychic ability users?”

“…Yes.”

When Aix returned, Mousse was sitting in the wicker lounge chair on the balcony watching him, with brilliantly blooming morning glories beside him.

Aix’s gaze paused on the morning glory for a moment before he stepped forward and pushed it aside.

Ignoring its feeble resistance, he threw it off the balcony.

“These mutated plants are blooming too excessively; pollen is everywhere, which easily irritates the respiratory tract.”

Aix said, turning to Mousse:

“You go rest inside first. I’ll trim the flowers in the courtyard.”

Mousse sat without moving, allowing the morning glory that had climbed back up to wind around his pinky finger.

He moved his finger, gently stroking it.

“I heard your entire conversation.”

Aix’s dark red pupils contracted.

He opened his mouth to explain but couldn’t speak.

Psychic types were too rare; searching by himself alone would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

He had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

Even if Mousse might reject him even more because of it.

But he at least had to fulfill Mousse’s wish.

“I know you’ve always wanted a psychic crystal core…”

Aix’s voice was hoarse yet firm.

“I will definitely bring the crystal core back to you.”

“…”

Mousse gazed at him deeply for a long time.

After a while, he sighed:

“You know nothing at all.”

Confusion showed in Aix’s eyes.

What didn’t he know?

Mousse collected his thoughts and said:

“You promised me not to eat people. Going after ability users for crystal cores—what’s the difference from eating people?”

Aix pressed his lips together and looked away.

Of course he wouldn’t do it himself; he didn’t need to.

But whether he did it or not, as long as that crystal core came from an ability user, the sin would fall on him.

Mousse stood up and reached out to brush away the flower petals on Aix’s shoulder.

“If you do that… I will fight to the death to kill you.”

Having said that, Mousse walked past him.

The sky was darkening, the evening breeze carrying a chill.

Aix stood silently on the balcony.

The courtyard full of flowers also seemed wilted.

[Sigh… the steadfast scumbag seme rating.]

[Sigh… the visibly approaching BE ending.]

[There’s no help for it. Aix is a zombie after all; you can’t expect him to have much humanity. And Little Cake is human—their camps are completely different. Once X-bro really kills someone, it’s destined to be BE.]

[Actually, from the moment the host pushed Aix into the zombie horde, it was already a dead end. When life itself is gone, how can the mortal enmity of killing be resolved?]

[But X-bro has spatial abilities, and even plant and water types… Having so many abilities yet still falling into a zombie horde is strange in itself.]

Mousse couldn’t figure it out either.

But it was a fact that Aix fell into the zombie horde because of him, was infected because of him, and mutated into a zombie because of him.

He remained deeply trapped in guilt and self-blame over this.

That Aix became like this was his responsibility.

If Aix was dominated by zombie instincts and killed and ate people, he would risk his life to take Aix to death with him.

Even if, as an ordinary person trying to kill a Zombie King seemed like an impossible fantasy.

He would still try to do it.

If he failed, he would just let himself die at Aix’s hands.

This was the ending he deserved anyway.

Only, when he lay alone in bed, through the half-drawn curtains, seeing Aix’s lonely shadow projected on the wall, his heart felt oppressively uncomfortable.

How did they end up like this?

Was it because he caused Aix to fall into the zombie horde?

Or was it because Aix gave the psychic crystal core he wanted to someone else, putting others before him?

Or was it even earlier—after he abandoned his own future and chose Aix, only to be forced into a sexual relationship against his will?

Mousse sighed softly.

He should clearly hate and resent.

But facing Aix, those hatreds just couldn’t be sustained.

Even at his angriest and most upset, he would only have a cold war with Aix for a few days.

As soon as he saw Aix looking at him with eyes full of sorrow and pleading, or saw the current Aix standing alone and solitary in the night… he found it hard to harden his heart.

It seemed to be raining outside.

Raindrops fell on the branches, leaves, and petals of the mutated plants, making clear sounds.

The night breeze blew into the room, bringing somewhat humid air.

Aix’s shadow was projected on the wall, motionless.

“Just how long are you going to stand out there!”

Mousse angrily kicked at the blanket, and cool air rushed in, making him shiver.

Turning to look at the swaying figure outside, Mousse snorted and changed tactics, complaining aloud:

“I’m freezing to death. Why is this blanket so thin? Not warm at all.”

Aix walked into the room as he expected, stopping by his bed.

Then, under his gaze, took out a thick quilt from his spatial storage and added it on top of the thin blanket.

Mousse: “…”

Aix carefully spread out the blanket, tucking in the corners for Mousse.

“It’s crushing me.”

Mousse was pressed so he couldn’t breathe, his voice much lower.

Who layers summer and winter blankets together in April or May?

Aix hesitantly put away the thick quilt and took out a thinner blanket to cover Mousse.

“No.”

Mousse picked up his former picky, difficult-to-serve persona and continued finding fault.

“I won’t use blankets that haven’t been sun-dried.”

Aix paused, attempting to circulate his ability to heat the blanket.

Mousse continued complaining:

“So slow. Can’t you just come up and warm me yourself?”

As soon as he said it, Mousse realized he had said the wrong thing.

Aix had already become a zombie and had no body temperature.

In the past, when he half-complained about Aix warming the bed, it was flirtation. Now it was rubbing salt in wounds.

But Aix actually put away the blanket, undressed, got into bed, and slipped under the covers.

The body that pressed close was warm.

It was Aix’s ability.

Mousse’s nose, pressed against Aix’s chest, stung with emotion.

Aix reached out to embrace him, his palm falling on his shoulders and back, letting his back also feel the warmth.

“Are you warmer now?” Aix asked softly.

Mousse nodded dully, reaching out to wrap his arms around Aix, burying his face in his embrace.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

Aix whispered in his ear:

“If there were any choice, I would never lay hands on human ability users.”

If it weren’t for his crystal core level being too high for Mousse to absorb.

If it weren’t for him having already become a zombie, where losing the psychic crystal core might cause him to lose his sanity.

Aix would even want to dig out his own crystal core to satisfy Mousse.

Mousse raised his hand, placing it over Aix’s heart.

This was where that psychic crystal core was located; he could always clearly sense it.

The night Aix became an ability user, he was drawn by the crystal core’s call, touched the skin over Aix’s heart, had his wrist caught by the awakened Aix, and was pulled into his embrace and possessed.

He had felt somewhat hurt at the time.

But he quickly adjusted.

They were already dating; it was natural for Aix to want to have sex with him.

He chose to trust Aix.

The year of interaction afterward also proved his choice wasn’t wrong.

Aix protected him well, not letting him encounter any danger or suffer any hardship.

Only, he didn’t know when it started that he was no longer Aix’s first choice.

Crystal cores, base missions, including his teammates—all were far more important than him.

Forget it, it no longer mattered.

Mousse withdrew his hand.

But his wrist was caught, just like that year.

Aix lowered his head, kissing his palm, then turned over to cover him, guiding his hand downward.

Mousse froze for a moment, actually forgetting to react.

Aix gazed at him intently, his pair of crimson eyes containing only him, saying in a low voice:

“My body is all over very warm now.”

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