SGT CH118: It’s Also Called Love at First Sight

◎ Tie you to the bed, make you unable to get out of bed for a lifetime. ◎

“What new thing did I find?”

Mousse looked at him with confusion and worry.

He didn’t understand what exactly Aix was thinking for the emotions surrounding him to be so bitter and painful.

Aix couldn’t say that word.

Even just thinking about it in his heart made him sting with pain.

His lips moved several times, only managing to utter two words.

“…Companion.”

“Companion?”

Would Aix care this much if it was just a companion?

Suddenly thinking of Aix’s previous teammates.

Mousse realized that sometimes… seeing one’s lover fight side by side with others, entrusting their backs to each other, standing together looking too compatible, while he himself couldn’t stand by his lover’s side—it was impossible not to care.

But he and the Zombie Man couldn’t be called compatible or companions in any way.

He didn’t even know the other party’s name and never thought to ask.

“No, not a companion.”

Mousse said.

Not a companion…

Aix chewed on these words, his complexion worsening.

Not a companion, but something further…

A human and a zombie being together seemed incredible, but it wasn’t impossible.

Mousse had once accepted him as a zombie.

Aix wanted to say that the zombie wasn’t as strong as him, wasn’t as good as him.

Since they were both zombies, why not choose him?

Choose me, I will do better.

However, he couldn’t speak.

Anyone had the right to say such things, except him.

He had occupied Mousse’s crystal nucleus, plundering Mousse’s life.

What qualification did he have to stand by Mousse’s side?

Aix sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, as if turned into a statue.

He even wished to return to the previous state without consciousness or reason, not needing to think about anything, letting Mousse’s ability control all his actions.

Giving everything over to Mousse.

Seeing him silent for a long time, Mousse actively clung to him, lying on Aix’s back, chin resting on his shoulder, tilting his head to gently bump against his head.

“What exactly are you thinking?”

He had an urge to open Aix’s skull to see what was inside.

Of course, he meant probing inside with spiritual power.

But that involved personal privacy.

Unless necessary, Mousse didn’t want to use spiritual power to pry.

Even seeing Aix’s memory images earlier was just passive perception during mental grooming.

Thinking of those images he saw, Mousse’s mood was complicated.

Why did Aix agree to date him even knowing he was lying?

Afterward, he continued to get along with him as a couple, always taking care of him.

Even when the apocalypse arrived, he disregarded his own safety to cross half the city to find him.

As if… they really were intimate lovers willing to give their lives for each other.

Mousse never doubted that Aix loved him.

He just didn’t understand; he was so terrible, his first words upon meeting were lies and deception—how could Aix fall in love with him?

But… were those really just lies?

At the graduation party, with so many people in the private room, he only had eyes for Aix.

—I like you. Let’s date.

Mousse lay on Aix’s back, raising a hand to press against his own chest, feeling the beating heart through clothes and skin.

If there hadn’t been that game, hadn’t been that card with the confession written on it.

Their beginning might have had another name.

Love at first sight.

When he turned over that card and walked toward Aix with a purpose, he ruined everything.

It was he who made their start terrible.

If Aix hadn’t chosen to love him, they wouldn’t have made it to the present at all.

Mousse hugged Aix from behind, holding him tightly.

The body with warm temperature pressed against his back.

Aix suddenly recalled how he brought Mousse back when he lost his reason, and Mousse took the initiative to guide him to kiss him, leading him to the bed.

He stiffened for a moment, his voice somewhat dry, tone revealing a hint of panic and probing.

“Do you want me to accompany you, sleep with you?”

Aix pursed his lips tightly after speaking, deep regret flashing in his eyes.

He shouldn’t have said such things.

After Mousse had clearly expressed that his relationship with that zombie wasn’t that of an ordinary companion, he still shamelessly clung on.

How would Mousse view him?

Mousse sensed the repressed and painful emotions, not knowing what was wrong with Aix again.

If Aix were a living person, he’d be worried he might die of heartache.

He raised a hand to stroke Aix’s chest, wanting to smooth his breath and calm his emotions.

Ah, forgot, zombies don’t breathe.

Aix was still waiting for Mousse’s answer.

Even though Mousse’s hand was caressing his chest, he dared not rashly take this as a hint.

Mousse looked up at the sky.

It was mid-afternoon, the sun high outside—the most unsuitable time for zombies to go out.

Although Aix was high-level and usually didn’t care about these things, staying in a cool building was surely more comfortable than going out.

“Then sleep with me for a bit.”

Take a nap together.

Although Aix, as a zombie, didn’t need sleep.

But he shouldn’t mind lying down with him.

“…Okay.”

Aix agreed in a low voice, scorning himself, but unable to refuse any opportunity to be close to Mousse.

Mousse lay back down, burrowed under the thin quilt, and yawned.

In such a sunny afternoon, it was indeed easy to get sleepy.

Feeling the warmth leave his body, hearing the casual yawn behind him, Aix stiffened for a long while before slowly unbuttoning his clothes himself.

Then he climbed under the quilt, tentatively touching Mousse’s body.

Mousse was startled to find a robust and smooth body pressing against him.

Then he felt he was making a fuss over nothing; probably Aix liked sleeping naked.

Recalling the past, indeed, the times sleeping naked were more frequent.

Because… the times they “did it” were more frequent.

Thinking of unhealthy scenes, Mousse’s gaze drifted a bit.

After reacting, he quickly closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think, hypnotizing himself to sleep quickly.

Aix looked at Mousse, who said he wanted him to sleep with him but closed his eyes unwilling to do anything. Feeling bitterness in his heart, he could only continue on his own.

He leaned forward, covering Mousse’s lips.

Mousse opened his eyes in astonishment.

He knew his flesh was very attractive to zombies.

But most of the time, Aix was restrained.

The one who wasn’t restrained was the Zombie King Aix who had lost his reason and consciousness.

The Zombie King wouldn’t care about anything, wishing to cling to him and demand constantly, not stopping even after he fell asleep from exhaustion.

Was it because his attraction to zombies grew stronger after becoming an ability user?

Thinking this, Mousse parted his lips cooperatively, allowing Aix to demand and feed.

However, continuing like this, he couldn’t sleep.

Mousse could only secretly activate his mental ability to calm himself down.

Two bodies pressed extremely close, clearly sensing everything about each other.

Aix felt cold inside, panicking terribly.

His hard efforts to please received no response.

Mousse had lost interest in him.

Aix’s gaze darkened. Hardening his heart, he bent down and burrowed under the quilt.

Mousse was so shocked he almost bounced up.

Whatever mental suggestion, whatever calming down became useless.

Even the previous Zombie King only gnawed on his shoulder while he slept. Aix actually wasn’t satisfied eating from his mouth and wanted to eat from there. It was simply too much.

Mousse’s fingers tightly gripped Aix’s hair, momentarily unsure whether to continue enduring or surrender to Aix as soon as possible.

But having reached this step, whether to endure was no longer something his consciousness could decide.

After an unknown amount of time, Aix coughed, covering his lips as he emerged.

Four eyes met.

Aix asked in a low voice, “Still sleeping?”

Sleep what sleep? Who can still sleep?!

Mousse’s eyes were red at the corners as he glared at Aix.

He leaned over, pressing onto him, opening him up.

A good nap turned into an afternoon workout.

In the evening, Mousse sat by the dining table in the living room, propping his head up, yawning.

He looked up at Aix in the kitchen, full of energy, preparing dinner methodically.

He was especially envious.

If only humans could be like zombies, never tired, not needing sleep.

Aix brought out the steaming food, placed it in front of Mousse, and sat opposite him at the table, watching Mousse eat.

After a long time, he tentatively asked, “Are you… satisfied?”

Mousse nodded while burying his head in the food, sparing a moment to give him a thumbs up.

“Delicious!”

In the more than a month Aix was gone, the food Mousse cooked himself couldn’t be called meals; they could only be called “vital signs maintenance rations.”

It wasn’t until eating Aix’s cooking that Mousse felt he had truly come alive.

Actually, Aix’s cooking skills weren’t exceptionally good, far from a real chef, mostly ordinary dishes, but they had a feeling of home, very warm.

Such meals didn’t require high culinary skills, but a lot of love.

Aix watched him quietly, not mentioning that he wasn’t asking about this.

Satisfying Mousse with food could count as good too.

At least, there was a reason to stay.

Sensing something, Aix turned to look out the window, frowning slightly, his expression a bit strange.

Mousse noticed his change and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

Aix hesitated for a while, but still said it.

“That zombie… left the city.”

Mousse paused for a moment before realizing who he referred to.

“Oh, him. I made an agreement with him; he’ll come find me in a month.”

Mousse answered casually, biting the straw to sip the juice Aix had squeezed for him.

Mm, tastes great.

Wonder which plant bore this fruit; it was surprisingly delicious.

It seemed every time he was intimate with Aix, the fruits produced by the mutant plants would be exceptionally sweet.

Mousse thought distractedly.

He didn’t notice Aix’s face across from him changing several times.

“This month, can I stay?”

Aix asked.

Mousse was puzzled.

“What are you talking about? This is originally your territory.”

Before he arrived, this apartment, and the entire Sea City, were Aix’s territory.

Who asks if they can stay in their own residence?

Mousse quietly glanced at the pale person… zombie.

He sighed in his heart.

Before, he thought when he reached Sea City and found Aix, he would beat Aix up severely.

He simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Forget it. As long as they were well, it was more important than anything.

Mousse got up, walked behind Aix sitting opposite, leaned over to hug him, resting his chin on top of his head and rubbing against it, saying:

“From now on, let’s live well together and never separate again.”

“However, if you dare sneak away behind my back again…”

Mousse clasped his wrist, gripping it tightly, gritting his teeth in threat:

“I will have the mutant plants bind your limbs, tie you to the bed, make you unable to get out of bed for a lifetime, only able to be bullied by me over and over again.”

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