SGT CH116: Wanting to Satisfy Him

◎ Even if the other person were eaten into his stomach and complained that it was too cold inside, asking him to warm it up, he would do exactly that. ◎

The Zombie King’s eyes went wide with shock.

It wasn’t until he ate the food fed to him by the other person that he understood the true meaning of deliciousness.

It was a thousand times tastier than the delicacies he had previously ground up, reluctant to swallow.

The Zombie King still couldn’t bear to bite or tear at it.

He only extracted the sweet juices as much as possible, hoping to savor the taste for a little longer.

Several mutant plants climbed up the skyscraper’s floor-to-ceiling windows and quietly crept in through a small side window.

Immersed in enjoying his feast, the Zombie King noticed nothing.

The mutant plants possessed an aura stemming from the same source as the Zombie King, so their approach didn’t trigger his vigilance.

It was Mousse who discovered them first.

While responding to the Zombie King’s demands, he communicated with the mutant plants using his spiritual power, directing their actions.

Mutant Vine: The main body is too wicked. As expected, he wants to eat Si Si while making Si Si pollinate.

Mutant Morning Glory: Protect Si Si! Can’t let him succeed.

【Don’t worry, I’m fine. I can still control him.】

【You guys go into the room next door and lie in wait. When I lead him there, bind him. Yes, bind both his hands and feet.】

Mousse embraced the Zombie King, quietly guiding him toward the lounge next door.

The Zombie King was wholeheartedly immersed in savoring the delicacy, completely unaware of this.

Or perhaps he noticed but didn’t care. He had more important things to focus on right now.

Mousse pushed the door open and led the Zombie King into the lounge.

The Zombie King’s half-lowered lashes trembled slightly.

Mousse quickly deepened the contact, drawing his attention away.

The Zombie King was irresistibly addicted to it, unable to refuse.

Mousse guided the Zombie King, moving bit by bit, finally pushing him down onto the bed covered with a soft quilt.

As soon as his back touched the bedding, the Zombie King opened his eyes instantly, his scarlet pupils revealing vigilance.

But before he could act, the mutant plants that had been lying in wait wrapped around him, locking down his limbs.

A flicker of confusion flashed across the Zombie King’s eyes regarding these mutant plants, which clearly had the same aura as him yet were attacking him.

Mousse took the opportunity to withdraw from his embrace.

The Zombie King jerked his head up to look at him, struggling to rise, but he only managed to turn over before being pulled taut and locked down by the mutant plants.

The Zombie King crouched on the soft quilt, looking back at Mousse in panic to confirm his presence.

His arms tugged inward relentlessly, pulling at the mutant plants locking his limbs, a low growl emitting from his throat.

Mousse noticed the surrounding temperature gradually rising.

The Zombie King wanted to burn the mutant plants.

He couldn’t let him do that.

【Stop. Put away your ability.】

The temperature stopped rising. The Zombie King let out a low roar of unwillingness from his throat, turning his head to stare dead at Mousse.

It was as if he were saying: If you dare run, I will tear you to shreds.

Mousse didn’t plan to run.

What he needed to do was get close to Ex—even closer.

Mousse walked over, raising a hand to touch the Zombie King’s shoulder and arm, feeling the taut muscles underneath.

Mousse softened his voice, stroking gently with a soothing intent.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t leave, and I won’t hurt you. I just want… to help you.”

The Zombie King obviously didn’t believe him; his expression remained guarded.

But Mousse’s approach calmed his violent emotions significantly.

“Didn’t you want to eat me? I’ll let you eat more, but this requires a little cooperation from you.”

Mousse leaned over, covering the Zombie King’s shoulders and back, pressing a small portion of his body weight onto him.

The Zombie King’s figure remained steady, not shaking in the slightest. His strong, sturdy body was enough to support Mousse climbing completely onto him.

However, his originally sharp and vigilant pupils gradually became round, revealing a hint of confusion.

Mousse’s hand brushed over his solid chest, continuing to soothe him, making him gradually drop his guard.

“Look, I don’t have any weapons on me. I can’t cause you any harm. I have already been captured by you; I belong to you.”

The more the Zombie King listened, the more confused he became.

Clearly, he was the one whose limbs were bound by mutant plants.

Yet this ability user, exuding a sweet scent all over, said that he was the one captured and that he belonged to the Zombie King.

But this sentence truly did a good job of soothing the Zombie King.

It made him feel a sense of satisfaction and pleasure extending from the depths of his heart.

Mousse seized the opportunity to unbutton his shirt, touching the well-defined, solid muscles without obstruction.

The Zombie King didn’t stop him, only watching in confusion.

When that hand moved away, he couldn’t help but chase after it.

But because he was bound by the mutant plants, he couldn’t catch it.

A short, muffled low cry came from his throat, revealing some urgency and unwillingness.

Mousse thought he was anxious to eat and had grown impatient waiting.

He quickly said, “Don’t rush, I’ll feed you very soon.”

He touched the Zombie King’s sturdy arm and found it was a bit cold.

When the Zombie King wanted to use his ability to burn the vines earlier, his body was warm, but now it was cooling down.

Mousse leaned into his ear and said, “Can you use your ability again? Raise your body temperature a bit, adjust it to be about the same as mine, and then maintain it.”

It was the first time the Zombie King had encountered food with so many demands.

His previous food had always been crystal nuclei, and crystal nuclei never made requests.

But hearing the clear, soft voice in his ear, the Zombie King just couldn’t help but want to satisfy him.

Most likely… even if the other person were eaten into his stomach and complained that it was too cold inside, asking him to warm it up, he would do exactly that.

Then, the ability user behind him took the initiative to send himself forward, allowing him to swallow him up.

The sun set in the west, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened until it went completely black.

Only a special mutant plant in the room lit up with a pale, soft fluorescence, scattered like stars within the room.

But no matter how bright the light from these plants was, it wasn’t as bright as the Zombie King’s eyes.

Mousse knew clearly that it wouldn’t be easy to tire a zombie that didn’t need sleep into unconsciousness, but he hadn’t expected it to be this hard.

A whole afternoon plus half a night had passed.

Aix was still full of energy, eyes glowing, without a shred of fatigue.

Mousse, who had been “exercising” all day, was about to die of exhaustion.

Meeting the Zombie King’s gaze full of anticipation, Mousse raised a hand to cover his eyes, collapsing wearily onto his chest, and said weakly:

“No more. Let destruction come. Just eat me and be done with it… I’m starving.”

Mousse was famished, but he was too tired and sleepy to get up and eat. He simply pillowed his head on the Zombie King’s chest, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Before closing his eyes, Mousse was so sleepy he didn’t even have the strength to place a restrictive mental command on the Zombie King.

Perhaps he would be eaten in his sleep…

However, he was a full-grown adult; the Zombie King shouldn’t be able to finish him in one night, probably only a part of him.

He would likely mutate into a zombie.

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When Mousse woke up, he found his body exceptionally heavy. A black head was buried in his shoulder, gnawing on him.

He wasn’t surprised at all.

His emotions were very stable.

“Stop eating for now.”

Mousse inserted his fingers into the black hair, grabbed the Zombie King’s hair, and pulled him away.

“I’m going to die of hunger. Let me eat something first.”

As Mousse spoke, a flash of doubt crossed his mind: Do you get hungry this easily after becoming a zombie?

But when he sat up and grabbed his scattered clothes to put them on, he discovered his shoulder was intact.

Although the Zombie King had gnawed on it all night, leaving the entire area from shoulder to neck and collarbone flushed red, the skin wasn’t broken.

Mousse brushed over the skin of his neck and shoulder, feeling the warmth belonging to a human.

He knew very well the attraction high-level ability user flesh had for zombies.

It was hard to imagine how much self-control the Zombie King had exercised to endure not breaking his skin.

For a split second, he even suspected Aix had remembered him and regained consciousness.

But when he looked up, he saw only the Zombie King’s scarlet eyes, filled with chaotic longing.

The Zombie King stared blankly at the small part of his shoulder not covered by clothes, looking like he wanted to pounce and continue gnawing.

He hadn’t regained consciousness.

Mousse raised his hand, brushing away the messy hair covering the corner of his eye, and asked in confusion:

“Why didn’t you bite through my shoulder blade? Why didn’t you tear apart my flesh?”

The Zombie King looked up at him, his gaze shifting from the shoulder to his lips, then quickly leaned in and licked his lips.

Before Mousse could pull him away again, he retreated on his own, savoring the taste by himself, looking very satisfied.

Mousse: “…”

The Zombie King seemed to treat him like some precious candy, cherishing him greatly, reluctant to eat him all at once. Just an occasional lick was enough to satisfy him for a long time.

The mental grooming hadn’t proceeded, yet their relationship had developed like this—he didn’t know if it was good or bad.

The hunger in his stomach urged Mousse to get up.

He couldn’t count on the Zombie King to prepare food for him now.

Mousse put on his clothes and got out of bed to find something to eat, but was pulled back by the Zombie King.

Something hard and cold fell into his palm.

Mousse lifted his hand to look; it was a crystal nucleus. A crimson, A-grade fire-type crystal nucleus.

It was the nucleus of the fire-type zombie the Zombie King had hunted yesterday.

Crystal nuclei could upgrade abilities.

An A-grade nucleus was an extremely precious item, whether for an ability user or a zombie.

Aix loved him, so he had once given him many crystal nuclei as gifts.

But why would the Zombie King give him a precious nucleus now?

“Why give me this?”

The Zombie King sat on the bed looking up at him. Seeing him not move, he guided his hand, moving the nucleus toward his mouth.

“You want me to eat it?”

Mousse understood what he meant.

The Zombie King knew he was hungry and gave him the nucleus as food.

But, feeding an A-grade ability user with an A-grade nucleus—wasn’t that too extravagant?

Seeing he wouldn’t eat, the Zombie King looked puzzled. He then took out many nuclei from his space and spread them out flat on the bed.

Then he pulled Mousse’s hand over, letting him choose.

“No, I don’t eat this.”

Mousse was shocked by the Zombie King’s actions.

But he didn’t have the Zombie King’s powerful absorption ability; he couldn’t eat nuclei like rice.

“My food isn’t crystal nuclei. I am human; I need to eat human food.”

Mousse tried to explain to him.

Aix looked at him for a while, put away the nuclei, stood up, and walked outward naked.

Mousse quickly grabbed him, picking up clothes to put on him.

“At least wear some clothes!”

Even a zombie shouldn’t streak!

The Zombie King stood still, cooperating very well as he let him arrange the clothes.

It seemed that after the repeated “feedings” yesterday, the Zombie King’s patience and trust in him had increased significantly.

Mousse tentatively extended his spiritual power, reaching into the Zombie King’s brain domain, wanting to perform mental grooming for him.

But he encountered resistance again.

“Roar—”

The Zombie King let out a low growl at him, his scarlet eyes revealing vigilance.

He gave him a warning glare but didn’t do anything else. He just shook off his hand and walked out quickly.

Mousse wanted to follow, but found the door locked.

Mousse was stunned for a moment before realizing he had been locked in by the Zombie King.

Such a familiar situation.

It felt like he was back to when he was first locked in the hotel by Ex, who had just turned into a zombie.

First time a stranger, second time an acquaintance; Mousse adapted quickly, except he was a bit hungry.

A mutant plant reached over and stuffed a ripe fruit into his hand.

Mousse looked at the fruit in his hand, then back at the room full of mutant plants, relaxing a bit more.

Looking at it this way, his current situation seemed better than before.

He had his ability, and the mutant plants were keeping him company.

The only regret was that Aix had no humanity or consciousness and still resisted his mental grooming.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a strange noise from outside the window.

Mousse turned around and saw the Zombie Man climbing up the mutant plants, poking his head through the window.

Mousse’s eyes widened in surprise.

He never thought the other party would find him here.

The Zombie Man saw Mousse safe and sound, his face full of shock as well. He looked him up and down, asking in disbelief:

“You’re actually still alive? That terrifying guy didn’t eat you?”

Um… actually, he did eat him.

But it was hard to explain.

Mousse skipped the topic and asked, “How did you find this place?”

“I followed your mutant plants.”

He had been able to sense that zombie’s powerful aura before and hadn’t dared to approach.

Just now, that aura had moved far away.

The Zombie Man glanced outside quickly and urged:

“Now is not the time to talk. Let’s leave here first.”

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