SGT CH122: Extra

122 if Extra: If Mousse was the one turned into a zombie

◎ How could he blaspheme and defile Mousse’s corpse like this? ◎

Ultimately, he couldn’t rest easy leaving Mousse alone in this world.

Even if this was just a shell that only possessed Mousse’s appearance.

Perhaps it was the way the other party bit his finger and tore at it, glared at him with those eyes that were still incredibly beautiful even after turning red, and emitted growls from his throat to protect his food… that extremely lively appearance made him daze and think Mousse was still alive.

Aix pushed back his plan to die for love, temporarily lingering in this world to take on the responsibility of caring for and feeding the little zombie Mousse.

His level was very high, infinitely close to S-rank.

His flesh and blood held an extremely strong attraction for zombies.

Little zombie Mousse hung on him every day, biting onto his flesh and refusing to let go.

Aix actually didn’t mind cutting off his own flesh to feed Mousse.

But his flesh was too tough for Mousse; the other party simply couldn’t bite through it.

Aix had to prepare other food for him.

Humans were not within Aix’s consideration.

He was willing to offer himself for Mousse to eat, but he surmised that if Mousse still had consciousness, he would absolutely not want to see his own body consuming his own kind.

The flowers and fruits of mutant plants could no longer be fed to Mousse either.

Little zombie Mousse was very disgusted with all plant-based food; he was a pure carnivore.

After several eliminations, mutant animals became the best choice.

Aix manipulated plants to catch a mutant waterfowl by the park lake, plucked its feathers, processed the internal organs, and prepared to roast it.

Mousse, who was originally buried in his embrace grinding his teeth on his muscles, smelled the scent of flesh and blood, moved his head, hesitated to release the unbiteable meat in his mouth, and pounced toward the mutant waterfowl skewered on the grill.

Aix hurriedly stopped him, stuffed his cleaned hand into Mousse’s mouth, and pulled him back.

“Be good, can’t eat raw meat. It will cause indigestion, and there are parasites. Eat it after it’s roasted.”

Do zombies get indigestion?

Aix wasn’t sure.

Anyway, his Mousse had a bad stomach and couldn’t eat indiscriminately, even after becoming a zombie.

“Woo~”

Little zombie Mousse’s intelligence wasn’t high; perhaps there was no such thing as intelligence at all.

Having food stuffed into his mouth immediately diverted his attention, and he focused entirely on struggling with the hand in his mouth.

After biting for a while and finding he couldn’t gnaw through it, the little zombie’s attention shifted again, wanting to pounce on the meat still being roasted.

Aix pulled him back again with quick hands and sharp eyes, took a piece of dried meat from his space, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After he finished eating, he pressed him back into his embrace, letting him bite.

The meat was almost ready. Next, he needed to tear the whole meat into bite-sized pieces suitable for eating. It wasn’t convenient to do with one hand, so he couldn’t let Mousse bite his hand anymore and could only resort to this last measure.

Under the night curtain, beside the bonfire by the park lake.

Aix unbuttoned three buttons of his collar, exposing his chest under the reflection of the orange firelight. He tore the roast meat with his hands while Mousse buried his head in front of him.

Aix suddenly felt a wave of shame.

He never thought that one day he would ask Mousse to bite him like this in the wild, pressing Mousse into his embrace again and again.

Even though he didn’t have dirty thoughts, such an action made Aix extremely embarrassed.

There was a sense of shame from blaspheming Mousse.

Aix pulled over his coat to cover up, shrouding Mousse’s head and face, as if this could plug his ears while stealing a bell—pretending it didn’t exist.

Finally, having torn all the meat into suitable sizes and piled a full large plate on a dinner plate made of mutant plant leaves.

Aix had the mutant plant hold the dinner plate, raised his hand to pull open the clothes, and half-coaxed, half-pulled Mousse out.

“Come, eat.”

Aix fed the roast meat into Mousse’s mouth and stopped his behavior of pouncing into the dinner plate, fixing him in front of his body with his two long legs, feeding him piece by piece.

Mousse ate very fast and knew no restraint.

After Aix fed him a small half of the plate, he touched Mousse’s stomach and forbade him from eating more.

Zombie version Mousse didn’t care about this. With no food in his mouth, he pounced toward the roast meat.

Fixed by Aix’s legs, he didn’t know how to break free, just kept leaning forward, waving his claws, trying to reach the food.

Of course, he couldn’t reach it.

The mutant plant quietly passed the dinner plate in Mousse’s direction.

Aix swept a cold glance at it, forcing it to retreat.

When he turned to look at Mousse in his arms, his gaze unconsciously softened again.

“Can’t eat anymore, you’ll burst.”

If it were in his original human state, eating this much at once would have long made Mousse’s stomach hurt from being stuffed.

Zombies felt no pain, so naturally, there was no reaction.

But Aix still habitually placed his hand on Mousse’s stomach, gently rubbing it for him.

Mousse struggled constantly, emitting anxious roars from his throat, wanting to continue eating.

Worried that his overly agitated emotions would harm his body, Aix put the remaining roast meat into his space.

With the disappearance of the roast meat aroma in the air, Mousse gradually stopped struggling, turned his head blankly, and returned to a dazed state.

Dazed and cute.

Aix thought.

Immediately, a wave of bitter pain rose in his chest.

His Mousse had left him forever.

Now, looking at his shell remaining in the world and finding it cute, what was the use?

Mousse ultimately wouldn’t come back.

Aix felt incomparable grief in his heart.

His chest was suddenly hit heavily.

It was zombie Mousse pouncing over, burying his head, and biting him again.

Aix was startled, sighing helplessly.

“Gentler, what if you break your nose?”

Saying so, he raised his hand, tentatively touching Mousse’s nose bridge, gently kneading it for him.

“Ao-wu, ao-wu.”

Mousse didn’t care about the fingers landing on his face; all his attention was on the extremely elastic meat in his mouth, gnawing vigorously.

The night grew deeper.

Zombies didn’t need sleep, but ability users hadn’t escaped the category of humans yet and needed rest.

After a day of emotional upheaval, overwhelmed with grief, plus using many abilities in combat, Aix was exhausted in body and mind, energy depleted.

In the latter half of the night, he finally couldn’t hold on, holding Mousse lying on the grass surrounded by mutant plants, falling into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, when Aix woke up from a painful dream with wet eyes, he found a soft coolness beneath him. It was Mousse.

Aix looked at Mousse’s light-colored hair beneath him, stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to stroke Mousse’s face, with a sense of confirmation.

“Si Si…”

Cold to the touch, so cool it made his heart tremble.

At this moment, Mousse, buried in his chest, also looked up at him, meeting his crimson eyes.

Like a basin of cold water poured over his head, Aix sobered up completely.

Mousse was gone; this was just an empty shell of his remaining in the world.

He failed to protect Mousse.

Aix’s heart spasmed with pain, hurting so much his body trembled.

Afraid of crushing Mousse’s body, he could only endure the grief, prop himself up, and prepare to move away.

Mousse below emitted a panicked sound, frantically burrowing under his body, clinging to him with hands and feet.

Aix was slightly stunned.

His gaze fell on the spot of light on the grass revealed after he moved away, and he suddenly realized.

Mousse was now a zombie, the lowest level ordinary zombie; he was afraid of sunlight.

The branches and leaves of mutant plants interwove above them, forming a natural sunshade.

But spots of light still fell through the gaps between the leaves.

That was why Mousse hid under his body.

Before he woke up, Mousse had already hidden under his body in fear for a long time.

Aix felt terribly heartache.

He quickly took out a black blanket from his space, wrapping Mousse tightly.

Then he activated his spatial ability, carrying Mousse into a distant building.

He found a relatively clean hotel, drew the curtains, catalyzed plants from flowerpots, and combined with water abilities, carefully cleaned the suite.

Then he leaned over to place Mousse on the bed.

Before he could straighten up, Mousse struggled out of the blanket and pounced on him without stopping for a moment.

He bit onto his lips.

Aix froze, his mind going blank for an instant.

When he reacted, he was astonished to find his lips had opened automatically, wanting to welcome Mousse in.

Zombie Mousse certainly wouldn’t understand his intent, still struggling with his lower lip.

Aix didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief.

His heart was filled with shame and unease, carrying fading panic.

He moved his lips, wanting to persuade Mousse to let go.

Mousse seemed to smell something, his gaze focused on his mouth, then suddenly crashed into it.

Aix’s teeth were hit, causing him to hiss in pain.

Disregarding himself, his first reaction was to check Mousse’s condition, only to discover Mousse’s tongue probing in.

Aix stiffened instantly.

His whole person fell into a dazed state.

Allowing Mousse to pillage the fluids in his mouth.

Until Mousse curled his tongue wanting to swallow it, Aix suddenly reacted, retreating hurriedly with a panicked expression.

Staggering back several steps, his back hit heavily against the window covered by curtains.

He raised his hand, covering his swollen red lips with the back of his hand, eyes widening in shock, the tips of his ears burning red.

His face alternated between red and white, changing constantly.

The “person” in front of him was just a movable shell of Mousse, a zombie with only predatory instincts.

He couldn’t be counted as the real Mousse.

Letting the other party bite his chest and hand earlier was just to calm him down and keep him by his side.

But the contact of lips and teeth was truly crossing the line.

Zombie Mousse only had predatory instincts.

Doing this, the other party only wanted to eat him.

But at that moment, what was he himself thinking?

Aix dared not face it, ashamed beyond measure.

Mousse was already gone; how could he blaspheme his corpse like this?

On the other side, Mousse, having lost his food, was bewildered, ran stumbling off the bed, and pounced toward Aix.

No longer paying attention to the chest close at hand, Mousse, having tasted the sweetness, had a new target.

He hugged Aix’s head and tried to gnaw on his lips.

Aix hurriedly held him down while turning his head away quickly to dodge, eyelashes trembling rapidly, eyes full of panic and shame.

“No, can’t eat this. I’ll prepare other food for you.”

“Ao-wu! Ao-wu—”

The zombie who couldn’t understand human speech was anxious, opening his mouth to bite Aix’s hand, emitting low threats from his throat.

Ferociously cute, cute to death.

The thought flashed through Aix’s mind, then he abruptly raised his hand to knock on his own head, telling himself to wake up.

This is a zombie, Mousse’s corpse.

He had to be respectful.

More respectful.

He couldn’t have such blasphemous thoughts that could be called defiling Mousse’s corpse anymore.

Finally, Aix fed Mousse several pieces of dried meat in a row before calming him down.

Looking at Mousse holding his face trying hard to chew the dried meat.

Aix thought, cute to death…

Ah, no, need to prepare more dried meat.

Make mutant animal meat into jerky, let Mousse chew slowly, delay the eating speed, protect his fragile stomach, and exercise his teeth by the way.

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【Author’s Note】

Off-topic: Mousse’s crystal nucleus is in Aix’s body, and the psychic ability is spontaneously protecting him, so Mousse’s self-awareness hasn’t completely disappeared, just that the vast majority has fallen into a deep sleep.

Current Mousse counts as a zombie dominated by predatory instincts. His appetite for Aix overrides everything else, but other emotions haven’t completely disappeared.

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