SGT CH110: I Like You

◎He abandoned rationality to believe the affection Mousse spoke of.◎

Aix drove the RV, taking Mousse and the mutated plants planted in flower pots on the road to Haicheng.

Members of the ability-user team wanted to follow, but Aix refused.

Before leaving, he resigned from all his positions within the base.

Including the position of captain of this A-ranked ability-user team.

Mousse had anticipated this when Aix put all their belongings into his spatial storage the night before.

But seeing Aix resign from all duties and almost completely cut ties with the base still left him stunned.

“Are you never coming back?”

Mousse looked back at the gradually receding base and the ability users who tried to catch up but lost their direction due to the influence of psychic abilities, unable to help asking.

“If you want to live in the base, we can return anytime.”

Aix drove the vehicle, eyes fixed ahead.

If “you” want.

Meaning, Aix himself had no intention of returning to the base.

Mousse didn’t understand why Aix would do this.

In the base, Aix held an extremely high status. He wasn’t the base commander but might as well have been, possessing powerful strength and abundant resources. Many ability users followed him, admired him, and were willing to fight for him.

However one looked at it, staying in the base was more beneficial for him.

“I am a zombie.”

Aix was unwilling to mention this identity.

“If I stay in a human base for a long time, you will be uneasy, right?”

Mousse hadn’t expected such a reason and was momentarily dazed.

Would he be uneasy?

At first, he was.

Worried both that Aix would harm the humans in the base and that Aix’s identity as a zombie would be exposed, leading the base’s ability users to join forces against him.

Later, discovering that Aix possessed more humanity than he imagined, he wasn’t so worried.

However, leaving the base was indeed better for both of them.

Humans and zombies living together was still too unsafe.

Mousse didn’t recall that the Aix driving this vehicle was a zombie, while he, sitting in the passenger seat, was human.

He subconsciously considered them as a whole.

Far from the base, outside the car was a desolate, empty road with almost no living creatures to be seen, lonely as if only they were left in the entire world.

Mousse turned his head to look at Aix beside him, suddenly feeling a trance-like sensation that Aix belonged only to him.

Aix belonged to him completely.

They belonged solely to each other.

Strong emotions welled up in Mousse’s heart. By the time he realized it, he had already pressed Aix against the driver’s seat.

The mutated vines, which had become much smaller from being planted in flower pots, took over the steering wheel, driving the RV dutifully.

A morning glory vine extended over and turned on the car stereo.

Amidst the soft and sweet music, Mousse embraced Aix.

Aix didn’t understand why Mousse suddenly wanted him.

Perhaps he wanted to use this method to persuade him to return to the base.

Or perhaps he was worried about encountering danger on the journey ahead and was offering himself to please him, in order to gain more of his protection.

Actually, no matter what Mousse wanted, he would agree to it, even if Mousse did nothing.

Aix could never refuse Mousse.

So, until he was pressed against the car window, his firm chest muscles deformed by the pressure of the glass, Aix still couldn’t say a single “no.”

Mousse pressed close behind Aix’s ear, wanting to say something to articulate the feelings filling his heart, yet not knowing how to start.

He could only press closer, expressing it through physical action, planting more intimate kisses behind Aix’s ear.

【Scumbag Gong Value -10】

【Current Scumbag Gong Value: 61】

That day in the kitchen, when Mousse understood Aix’s love, the Scumbag Gong Value dropped by 15 points.

With another 10-point drop today, the value finally reached the sixty mark.

[I thought the Scumbag Gong Value in this world would be stuck at 86. To think it dropped 25 points in a month—congratulations.]

[With the awkward atmosphere between Little Cake and X-bro, I was worried the value would rise above ninety. Yet it quietly dropped twice significantly, even though nothing really happened.]

[Something did happen; didn’t the screen go black?]

[So, the best way to lower the Scumbag Gong Value is a black screen.]

Mousse rested his head on Aix’s chest, scrolling through the comments rolling on the pitch-black screen.

Actually, he felt the decrease in the Scumbag Gong Value didn’t have much to do with the black screen or doing those things; intimate contact happened because emotions led there.

The real core was the change in their feelings.

Or rather, the change in his feelings toward Aix.

Once was when he understood Aix’s unchanging love for him.

And once was when he felt Aix belonged completely to him.

Mousse felt that he already loved Aix very much and believed in Aix’s love for him, but why was there still over sixty points of Scumbag Gong Value?

Compared to the initial ninety-plus points, it had indeed dropped a lot.

But calculated out of a hundred, more than half the Scumbag Gong Value remained.

Could it be that he didn’t love Aix enough?

Or that Aix didn’t love him enough?

Mousse felt neither possibility was likely, but he really couldn’t figure out the reason.

He was extremely troubled.

Zombies don’t need sleep. Aix lay quietly with his eyes open, clearly seeing the various changes in expression on Mousse’s face as he rested on his chest after their intimacy ended.

His heart twitched with pain. He forced his hand out to brush over Mousse’s furrowed brows.

“Is it still unbearable?” Aix asked in a low voice.

“What?” Mousse raised his eyes in confusion.

“Doing these things with me is disgusting… isn’t it?”

Aix closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Even though his body showed no signs of decay, even though he used his abilities to adjust his body state to be no different from before, trying his best to give Mousse a better experience.

During the process, Mousse was largely satisfied; his gaze was passionate, and when he looked down at him, he seemed exceptionally affectionate.

But afterward, when all those illusory emotions brought by passion faded, everything returned to its original state.

Mousse rested on him, eyes moving, seemingly pondering something, his expression gradually becoming solemn, and even his brows gradually furrowing.

True, he was a zombie after all.

Who would be happy being intimate with a zombie?

“Why would you think that?”

Mousse vaguely caught onto something. He propped himself up, lying on Aix’s chest.

His fingers stroked Aix’s face, waiting for him to open his eyes, gazing at him, and asked seriously:

“Why would you think that doing these things with me is… unbearable? Disgusting?”

“Because I am a zombie.”

Being gazed at by such clear, beautiful eyes, Aix was so embarrassed he wanted to turn his head away, but greedy for the warmth of Mousse’s palm, he couldn’t bear to move.

Only his voice gradually lowered.

“Who would want to be intimate with a zombie?”

In a single sentence, there was thick self-loathing.

“Me.” Mousse answered subconsciously.

Thinking carefully, saying that didn’t seem quite right either.

He didn’t want contact with other zombies.

Only Aix.

As long as it was Aix, no matter what he became, he was willing.

Even in the beginning, when he was swallowed whole by the Zombie Emperor Aix. Mousse had felt the grievance and embarrassment of being toyed with, but there hadn’t been any emotion like disgust.

The reason for the embarrassment was only because he would easily lose control because of Aix.

Even when Aix teased him like that, he could never calm down.

Mousse thought of some inappropriate content, and his body reacted accordingly. He was extremely embarrassed and wanted to cover it up. But he and Aix were too close; nothing could be hidden.

Aix originally thought Mousse was just saying those words to coax him, to please him.

But sensing the physical change, he became uncertain.

Aix tentatively touched Mousse, proactively opening himself to accept, carefully asking: “Do you still want me?”

Continuing at this moment seemed not quite right, didn’t it?

Mousse hesitated.

Just as his hesitant and contemplative expression appeared, he felt Aix stiffen. A look of self-loathing appeared on his face, and pale-faced, he propped himself up, wanting to leave.

Mousse hurriedly hugged him, squeezing himself into Aix’s arms, explaining in his ear:

“It’s not that I don’t like it, nor am I disgusted. I, I like it very much.”

Aix was adjusting himself; hearing this, he looked up in astonishment.

“What did you say?”

Having said it once, saying it again didn’t seem so difficult.

Mousse buried himself in Aix’s embrace, his ear tips burning fiercely, and whispered:

“I like it very much.”

Aix’s reaction was huge; he abruptly hugged him tight, his body spasming violently.

Mousse had to clench his teeth to endure it, ending up somewhat disheveled.

“Why so sudden?”

Mousse looked up to question him, but meeting Aix’s vacant eyes and his face, which was clearly pale yet flushed with a strange redness, he suddenly understood something.

Zombies felt no pain, so naturally, physical sensations were pitifully scarce.

When Aix did these things with him, the mental pleasure was actually far greater than the physical.

That was why his reaction was so intense when he heard him say “like.”

But before this, Aix was also frequently intimate with him, cooperating to the utmost during intimacy, even releasing a lot, then hurriedly using his ability to dispose of it.

That meant Aix, even while thinking Mousse loathed and was disgusted by him, could still derive mental pleasure from being embraced by him.

It was like a kind of masochistic pleasure.

Whenever Mousse felt he understood Aix enough, Aix would always give him new discoveries.

Mousse leaned down close, cupped Aix’s face, and kissed his lips, which had been bitten red.

His voice was solemn and low.

“I like you, Aix.”

Aix, whose eyes were still vacant, suddenly struggled, a suppressed whimper escaping his throat as he hugged him tightly again.

Once the words flowed smoothly, saying them again became much easier.

Especially since Aix gave him ample feedback every time.

Even if Aix kept his teeth clenched tight, unable to speak a complete sentence, Mousse could know his feelings from his physical feedback.

This greatly encouraged Mousse.

Words that were originally difficult to say became smoother and smoother.

He whispered “like” into Aix’s ear for a whole day.

Until he fell into a deep sleep in Aix’s arms from exhaustion.

Sensing Mousse gradually falling asleep, the mutated vines parked the vehicle in a clearing by the roadside.

The mutated morning glory also turned off the music.

The car became quiet, leaving only a room full of blooming flowers, opening exceptionally beautifully and brilliantly. Many fruit-bearing mutated plants had been nourished to bear heavy fruits.

Aix, who needed neither sleep nor rest, kept his eyes open, gazing at the person sleeping in his arms.

His hollow chest seemed filled with some swelling emotion, so full he was at a loss.

Reason told him Mousse was good at lying and often coaxed him; his words couldn’t be fully trusted.

But his emotions showed a completely opposite attitude.

As long as it was said by Mousse, he believed it.

He abandoned all rationality, gave up thinking, to believe the affection Mousse spoke of.

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