SGT CH124: Extra

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

◎ He defiled Mousse’s corpse ◎

Aix saw Mousse.

Mousse was lying on a chaise longue in the villa’s yard, covered with a soft blanket. Under the blooming flowers of the mutant plants filling the yard, he quietly closed his eyes, his sleeping face peaceful and serene.

This scene was too beautiful, making Aix’s eyes inexplicably hot. He stood dazed by the door, unbearable to step forward and disturb.

A breeze blew past, sending petals dancing all over the yard.

The wind, wrapped in pollen and floral fragrance, gently brushed aside the hair on Mousse’s forehead.

Mousse woke up.

Those quiet and clear eyes looked in his direction, then lit up with a bright light revealing joy.

“Aix.”

Mousse’s lips moved slightly, softly calling his name.

Drawn by the call, Aix walked over, his gaze never leaving Mousse’s face for a moment.

With a sinking weight on his waist, Mousse embraced him, pulling him down to lie together.

The single chaise longue woven by mutant plants specifically for Mousse was a bit crowded for two people.

But lovers in passionate love never complained about being crowded, wishing they could be pressed tightly together, even closer, at all times.

Thus, it became Aix lying down, with Mousse lying on top of him, touching him, talking and laughing with him.

Aix actually couldn’t hear clearly what Mousse was saying.

That warm and pure smile blooming before his eyes captured his entire mind.

Unknowingly, Mousse unbuttoned his clothes. A kiss landed on his heart, and his belt also fell to the ground.

This was very normal.

Aix thought.

He often needed to leave the base for missions.

Mousse was just an ordinary person; he didn’t feel safe taking Mousse out. Staying in the base, protected by mutant plants, Mousse would be very safe.

Those missions weren’t dangerous for him, but every minute and second without seeing Mousse was torture.

Whenever he returned from completing a mission, he didn’t want to care about anything, only wanting to cling to Mousse all the time, merging into one with Mousse.

So, all their previous contact was very normal.

What was abnormal was now, what Mousse was doing.

Aix opened his eyes in a daze, staring blankly at Mousse lying below him, his brain almost exploding.

Between them, most of the time, he was the more active one.

Even though he was more willing to endure everything Mousse gave him.

But Mousse was always like fog, ethereal and elusive, close yet distant.

Giving him a shred of warmth that drove him mad with desire, then quickly retreating, terribly heartless.

If he didn’t actively offer himself up, he feared he wouldn’t even get that shred of warmth.

In short, Mousse would absolutely not take the initiative to do these things for him.

It’s a dream.

That makes sense.

Aix lay on his back, one hand lightly grasping Mousse’s hair, wanting to stop the dream from developing further, but he couldn’t exert any strength.

He could only frown tightly, raising his other arm to cover his face in shame.

He actually dreamed of Mousse doing these things to him.

Had his thirst reached this level?

Even knowing it was a dream, the heat in his body couldn’t be suppressed for a long time, and even had a tendency to intensify.

Aix wanted to force himself to wake up, yet was reluctant to leave this illusory warmth.

Even though in his perception, Mousse’s mouth wasn’t that warm, but rather carried a slight coolness, like encountering a clear spring in the scorching summer.

But after prolonged contact, there was a burning sensation that stimulated him even more intensely.

Aix’s leg twitched violently, his mind instantly going blank, and he suddenly woke up from his sleep.

When he woke up sweating profusely, he opened his eyes and saw the dim room with curtains tightly drawn and the air conditioner running.

He saw the thin quilt covering him, and the mutant vines binding the quilt.

And the empty embrace, along with a bulging lump under the quilt.

Aix suddenly realized what was happening, sat up abruptly, lifted the quilt, and met the eyes of the red-eyed Mousse who looked up.

Mousse licked his lips, looking at him somewhat warily.

He raised his hand to press down the quilt that was only half remaining on his head, carrying a hint of protecting his food.

This appearance was extremely cute; if only the food he was protecting wasn’t him.

Aix stared at Mousse’s lustrous lips, his thoughts exploding, his mind going blank, not knowing how to react.

Before Mousse could take further action, Aix suddenly reached out and dragged him out.

“Awooo—”

Little zombie Mousse let out a roar of protest.

Aix quickly wrapped him layer by layer with the quilt.

Then, daring not stay for a moment, he immediately rolled off the bed.

His foot stepped on the slipped pant leg, causing him to stumble.

With a flushed face, Aix pulled up his pants, quickly darted into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut with a bang. It could be called fleeing in panic.

Aix leaned against the wall, standing alone in the enclosed bathroom.

Facing himself in the mirror—disheveled clothes, red ear tips, panicked expression—his chaotic emotions were hard to calm for a long time.

It was a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream either.

He actually did such a thing to Mousse.

And to Mousse’s corpse…

The current Mousse was just an ordinary zombie; he knew nothing, only instinctively searching for food.

It was this body of his, full of thirst for Mousse, that caused all this.

He defiled Mousse’s corpse.

Aix gazed at himself in the mirror—rapid breathing, panicked expression, yet eyes revealing a desire difficult to suppress.

Aix closed his eyes heavily.

He felt disgusted by his own actions and despicable thoughts.

A voice sounded in his heart, exonerating him.

“This was just an accident. You were asleep; you didn’t know these things would happen. You didn’t intend to blaspheme Mousse.”

“Really didn’t you?”

Another voice, full of sarcasm and contempt, sounded.

“You are a disgusting necrophile.”

“Admit it, you have an unusual craving for Mousse’s corpse.”

“You’ve wanted to do this for a long time, haven’t you? Wanted to open yourself up to his innocent and ignorant corpse, merging your ugly desires with him.”

No.

Aix refuted in panic in his heart.

He didn’t.

He only wanted to protect Mousse; he had no evil thoughts toward Mousse.

“Why let him gnaw on your chest again and again? Every time he bites you, you feel very good, don’t you?”

That malicious voice asked.

Aix was speechless.

He wanted to say he was just doing it to soothe Mousse.

But he indeed liked being bitten by Mousse very much.

Rather than saying it was soothing Mousse and satisfying Mousse’s appetite.

It was better to say it was soothing his own lonely heart and satisfying his own selfish desires.

At this moment, another gentler voice sounded in his heart.

“That is Mousse, Mousse’s body. You love Mousse, so of course you would also love his body. This isn’t sinful; there’s nothing to escape from.”

Is that so?

Is it okay?

Can he love Mousse’s body?

In a trance, Aix finished showering, changed into a set of clothes, and came out of the bathroom.

He saw Mousse, rolled up in the thin quilt, rolling continuously on the bed like a moving swiss roll.

The little zombie tried hard to rescue himself but only rolled tighter.

Violent and helpless growls came from his throat.

Aix felt heartache watching, regretting leaving Mousse alone in the room again.

He walked over, rescued Mousse from the quilt’s entanglement, and was immediately pounced on and bitten by Mousse.

Biting on the heart area as always.

The little zombie tore at the fabric on his chest, emitting angry hisses.

Aix stroked his head, actively raised his hand to unbutton his clothes, letting Mousse contact his chest.

He was bitten solidly.

Aix raised his arm, embracing Mousse who was tearing at him to vent anger, suddenly feeling exceptionally satisfied.

As if his empty heart was filled by Mousse.

“You are just a little dummy with an empty head; you don’t even know what I did to you.”

Aix embraced the little zombie on him, his gaze sad, carrying some self-loathing.

Mousse couldn’t understand Aix’s words but inexplicably felt he was being scolded.

Although he found it hard to understand even what “scolding” was.

But he bit even harder.

Aix hissed, looked down to check, and saw only redness on his chest.

All the bitten places were flushed red and somewhat hot.

“Did your teeth become sharper?”

Aix pried open his mouth to check, his finger pad rubbing over that cute little sharp tooth, not detecting any change.

“Ao, awooo—”

The little zombie, having his mouth opened, bared his teeth fiercely at him.

Cute.

Unable to hold back, Aix lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek.

Then startled by his own action, he was silent for a good while.

Perhaps those voices in his heart were right.

He had a strong craving for Mousse, including Mousse’s corpse.

He was a disgusting necrophile.

Aix withdrew his hand, wanting to gather the clothes in front of him. Pinching the fabric with his fingers, he noticed the texture felt wrong.

The fabric originally gnawed on by Mousse and stained with Mousse’s saliva had obviously thinned.

It was corroded.

After turning into a zombie, Mousse’s body fluids had weak corrosiveness.

Aix was a Super A-class ability user and had body enhancement abilities; Mousse’s saliva couldn’t hurt him, only making the contacted skin turn red and hot.

The damage intensity was at most no more than 5, no different from an aphrodisiac.

Mm… if Aix had a health bar, it should be 999999+.

Aix thought of the coolness and heat he felt in his dream, a sensation like alternating ice and fire.

The heat diluted the coolness, and the coolness dissolved the heat.

Both stimulating and comfortable.

Aix’s gaze drifted for a few seconds. When he reacted, he was bitten again.

Aix lowered his eyes to look at him, his gaze gradually softening.

Every time he saw Mousse biting him and hanging on his body, his heart softened terribly.

Back then, seeing Mousse completely turn into a zombie, with everything irreversible, he had harbored the intention to die.

But with Mousse pouncing on him tearing and biting, unable to break his skin even after biting for a long time, he just couldn’t harden his heart to leave.

“Don’t bite so hard, let your cheeks rest a bit.”

Aix picked Mousse up, let him sit on his lap, and took a softer piece of jerky to feed him.

Mousse ate this softer jerky very quickly.

After finishing, he chased after Aix’s fingers, which still had the scent of jerky.

Aix fed him a few more pieces.

Touching Mousse’s stomach and feeling he was full, he stopped feeding, letting him hold his fingers in his mouth.

Aix gazed at Mousse gently, unable to hold back from lightly touching the tip of his tongue with his finger pad.

Little zombie Mousse’s eyes widened instantly.

His beautiful rose-red eyes stared at him sometimes, and sometimes looked at his mouth.

As if not yet used to the food moving around in his mouth.

Really cute.

“I’m sorry, Si Si.”

Aix embraced Mousse, pressing his cheek against his hair, whispering an apology by his face.

“Letting you be with a disgusting necrophile like me even after death.”

Mousse tilted his head in confusion.

Aix’s face was too close to his, making him itch to move.

So, he opened his mouth and bit fiercely on Aix’s cheek, leaving two rows of pink teeth marks on his face.

Aix looked in the mirror, treating it as a hickey.

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