SGT CH123: Extra

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

◎ Stealing pleasure from a zombie’s appetite ◎

Aix used his spatial ability to make a trip back to the base.

Without alerting anyone, he brought out the mutant plants planted outside the villa, as well as the daily necessities Mousse was accustomed to using inside the villa.

The round trip took less than half an hour. Just this short while of not seeing Mousse made his heart panic.

When he returned to the room where he had sealed the doors and windows with plants, the dim room was empty; nothing was there.

Suffocating panic surged in Aix’s heart.

But there were no traces of the doors or windows being moved. No intruders had broken in, and Mousse couldn’t have left.

He forced himself to calm down and searched the room.

The hotel suite had very little furniture: a bed, a table, a sofa, a cabinet for quilts. The only place someone could hide was…

Aix’s gaze swept past the empty space under the bed and moved toward the half-open cabinet in the corner of the room.

Pulling open the cabinet door, he saw Mousse curled up inside, hugging his knees.

Aix felt terribly heartbroken at the sight.

He leaned over and reached out, wanting to coax him out.

But Mousse pounced out straight ahead first, biting onto his chest with an “Awooo.”

Aix had just returned from outside, so his collar naturally couldn’t be open like before. His clothes were tightly worn, buttons meticulously done up to the very top one.

With this bite, Mousse didn’t bite into the familiar warm muscle but only bit into cold fabric and metal buttons.

Mousse spat out the nasty metal button and continued to bite regardless.

Again, foolishly biting in the same spot.

A beautiful pale face scrunched up due to the metallic taste spreading in his mouth.

“Be good, don’t bite anymore. Eat dried meat.”

Aix dug the button out of his mouth and stuffed a piece of mutant animal jerky into it.

The dazed and foolish ordinary little zombie had no intelligence, only knowing to bite in one spot.

Worried Mousse would bite there again, Aix simply yanked that button off.

Facts proved his worry was very justified.

Because the next moment, Mousse bit down again.

He hadn’t even finished the dried meat in his mouth before gnawing on him, tearing at the clothes and muscles on his chest as if venting.

Aix belatedly realized something was wrong.

Although Mousse would gnaw on him frequently recently, his emotions had been relatively stable.

As if he had gotten used to his presence and used to biting him.

But now, the emotions surrounding Mousse revealed obvious irritability and unease.

It seemed his departure, leaving Mousse alone in the room, had terrified Mousse.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

Aix felt both heartache and regret.

Zombies didn’t need sleep. He couldn’t fetch things while Mousse was asleep, so he chose to leave at noon when Mousse was least willing to move.

Before leaving, he sealed the doors and windows, ensuring not a sliver of sunlight would penetrate.

Yet he hadn’t expected to still scare Mousse like this.

Aix frowned in heartache, offering his hand in front of him, wanting him to bite it to vent.

But Mousse didn’t even look at it, intent on tearing at his body.

The sharp teeth on the side snagged the black coat, biting small holes into it.

Aix was afraid the stiff fabric of the clothes would hurt Mousse’s teeth.

He could only tear open the clothes, letting Mousse gnaw on his body.

The clothes that Mousse had bitten for a long time only to snag were instantly torn in half under Aix’s hands.

Mousse bit down with an “Awooo.”

Aix grunted, holding onto the wall to steady himself.

Looking down at Mousse biting on him, constantly emitting low growls from his throat that sounded like deterrence or food protection, Aix raised a hand to stroke his head, telling him to slow down.

Doubts arose in his heart.

He wondered if it was because, after becoming a zombie, the first taste of food came from his chest.

Mousse seemed to have a special fondness for the muscles of his chest and heart area.

Especially just now, actually abandoning the hand brought to his mouth to tear at his chest relentlessly.

Even with thick clothing blocking the way, unable to taste anything, it couldn’t divert his target.

Or maybe it was because… there was a crystal nucleus under his chest.

Compared to the “Plunder” ability crystal nucleus located in the head, the psychic crystal nucleus in the chest cavity obviously seemed easier to obtain.

Aix sighed softly, gently rubbing Mousse’s soft hair, his gaze filled with deep pain.

“No. Your level is too low; you can’t absorb my crystal nucleus. If you forcefully eat it, your body will explode and die.”

When Mousse was infected, Aix was dizzy with panic.

Not only did he try to take the high-level psychic zombie’s crystal nucleus, but he also attempted to dig out his own crystal nucleus for Mousse.

Only after calming down did he remember that with Mousse’s ordinary human body, he couldn’t absorb high-level crystal nuclei at all.

As early as when Mousse was scratched by the zombie, fate had already pronounced the death sentence.

Aix raised his hand to stroke Mousse’s soft face, his gaze desolate, his heart spasming with pain.

He knew well the fragility of ordinary humans and the difficulty of ordinary people surviving in the apocalypse.

How dared he leave Mousse alone in the car?

He should have guarded Mousse every step of the way.

A tear of regret fell on Mousse’s face.

Mousse, who was tearing and biting with “Awooo” sounds, paused. Something faintly flashed across his rose-red eyes, then quickly disappeared.

Mousse released the meat in his mouth and looked up to bite Aix.

Aix was startled and hurriedly tried to retreat, but behind him was the wall; there was no retreat.

He could only lean against the wall, eyes wide in panic, feeling Mousse’s gnawing.

Worse still, he simply couldn’t refuse Mousse.

He couldn’t even clench his teeth.

In an instant, he lost all defenses, easily completely occupied.

A kiss full of predatory appetite lasted for a long time.

Perhaps only Aix would consider this a kiss.

Zombies didn’t need to breathe. Aix lost the breath-holding contest for the first time.

He turned his head away in panic and wretchedness, his breathing heavy as if his chest were about to tear apart, his heart seemingly about to explode.

Mousse leaned in, wanting to bite him again.

Aix was in a wretched state, daring not look at Mousse’s bright red, magnificent eyes that constantly reminded him the other party was a zombie. Flustered, he stuffed several pieces of jerky into Mousse’s mouth, barely diverting the other’s attention.

Aix leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths, trying hard to calm the restlessness in his body.

Thinking, I must be crazy, actually getting myself into this state because of a zombie’s appetite.

Deceiving himself as he stole warmth from the deceased.

If Mousse knew, he would surely detest him, find him disgusting.

But Mousse would never know.

He wouldn’t know how he was blaspheming his corpse.

Stealing shameful and masochistic pleasure from a zombie’s appetite.

In the end, Aix didn’t dare to continue.

He sat on the carpet holding Mousse, letting Mousse lean in his embrace, occasionally feeding him a piece of jerky, and restrainedly patting his head.

Outside, the scorching sun roasted the earth; inside, it was dim and cool.

Only the sound of the air conditioner running and the occasional chewing and sucking sounds.

As an ordinary zombie, Mousse was afraid not only of sunlight but also of excessive heat.

During the hottest time at noon, Aix would even use his abilities to cool the entire room.

Half a month had passed since Mousse was infected and turned into a zombie.

Mousse’s body showed no signs of decay, remaining beautiful and intact.

Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, Aix’s gaze would always unconsciously fall on him.

Sometimes he couldn’t even distinguish whether his attraction to Mousse as an ability user was greater.

Or if Mousse, clearly already a zombie, had a greater attraction to him.

The mutant plants brought back by Aix were planted near the hotel.

They grew and spread wantonly, covering the entire city.

Capturing as many mutant animals as possible for Mousse.

Aix would then use fire and wind abilities to quickly turn them into jerky.

Mousse, as an ordinary zombie without a level, managed to keep his body from rotting.

This was related to Aix maintaining a lower temperature around him at all times.

It was also related to the continuous energy provided by the mutant animal meat.

As long as there was enough energy supply, a zombie could survive in optimal condition forever.

Perhaps, until the day Aix’s life ended, Mousse would still maintain this perfect appearance.

It was just that Mousse never managed to awaken an ability.

Back when Mousse was human, Aix often used mutant plant fruits and meat to cook.

At that time, Mousse failed to trigger an ability.

Now that he was a zombie, there was still no change in this regard.

Aix didn’t necessarily feel Mousse must have an ability.

As long as he was there, he could protect Mousse.

But… there were also times when he wasn’t there, when he couldn’t reach Mousse in time when danger struck.

Just that one mistake caused him to lose Mousse forever.

Afterward, no matter how much he regretted, he could only guard Mousse’s shell every step of the way.

Little zombie Mousse always liked gnawing on him, hanging on his body.

Aix never refused.

Or rather, only with little zombie Mousse biting him and hanging on him like this could his heart, which had lost its support, settle down.

If little zombie Mousse didn’t cling to him so much, he probably wouldn’t have been able to bear it, unable to survive in a world without Mousse, having long died in endless pain and loneliness.

However, he still hoped Mousse could have some ability to protect himself.

A zombie’s lifespan was far longer than an ability user’s.

One day, he would no longer be able to protect Mousse.

At that time, if Mousse was still an ordinary zombie, how would he survive?

Hand him over to the mutant plants?

This might be a way, but Aix couldn’t rest assured.

Perhaps, as long as he wasn’t by Mousse’s side, he could never rest assured.

Only by watching with his own eyes, guarding him personally, could his lonely and uneasy heart settle down.

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Like all zombies, Mousse was more active at night and relatively quiet during the day.

Aix would watch over him as much as possible.

But after all, he hadn’t escaped the category of biological beings; he would get tired and sleepy, needing rest.

So, Aix chose to sleep briefly during the day when Mousse was quiet and disliked moving, to replenish his energy.

Before falling asleep, he would hold Mousse tightly in his arms, cover him with a quilt, and fix a circle of mutant plants outside the quilt.

Lest Mousse run away while he was asleep and encounter danger.

Although given his attraction as a Super A-class ability user to zombies, the possibility of Mousse leaving him was very small.

But he could no longer bear any possibility of losing Mousse.

Aix fell into a deep sleep holding Mousse.

In his dream, he saw Mousse.

…

In the dim room, the little zombie Mousse, who had buried his head gnawing and grinding his teeth, suddenly raised his head.

He keenly smelled a scent.

It was the scent of this high-level ability user in front of him, yet extremely special, different from anything he had eaten before.

In short, it was the scent of sweet, rich food.

The scent came from…

Mousse’s gaze moved down, his crimson and somewhat curious eyes looking below.

From under the quilt.

Mousse buried his head and burrowed into the quilt.

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