SGT CH126: EXtra

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

◎ The difference between kissing and gnawing is as vast as that between love and appetite. ◎

Mousse remembered the past.

Remembered how much trouble he caused Aix as a powerless ordinary person after losing his ability.

Remembered how compatible Aix was with the ability user teammates around him.

Remembered Aix giving the psychic crystal nucleus he needed to a teammate.

Also remembered when he was injured by the zombie, Aix stood beside someone else, protecting someone else…

The moment the zombie virus spread.

He thought that was the end of their story.

He would be infected by the zombie virus and die, turning into an irrational, ugly zombie, and be killed by the ability users in the convoy.

More likely, Aix would personally end him.

And Aix could thereby rid himself of the dodder-flower boyfriend clinging to him and have a brand new start.

He was the strongest ability user.

There would be a constant stream of ability users following him.

They were much better than him, more compatible with Aix; standing together, they were a scene everyone envied.

But everything was different from what he thought.

Aix left with him, who had mutated into a zombie.

Left the ability user convoy, even left human society.

With only him, a zombie, as a companion.

Emotions revived along with memories.

There were his own emotions.

His love, his resentment, his sadness, grievances, and sorrow, as well as a strong self-destructive intent.

But besides these, there were other emotions, not belonging to him, yet equally intense.

They were Aix’s emotions.

For some reason, those emotions appeared in his body as his memory revived.

Aix’s overwhelming grief, his despair.

And his intense love and longing for him… as well as strong craving and almost twisted desires.

Aix always suppressed his emotions extremely deeply.

He was like this in front of him when he was human.

Appearing calm and reliable, never exposing his fragile side; even his love merged with desire, making it hard to distinguish clearly.

But in front of him turned zombie, Aix appeared much more real and fragile.

Perhaps because he was already in despair, he no longer had the mental strength to maintain the disguise.

Aix’s love, reminiscence, and regret for him were revealed in every look and every action.

Almost holding him all day without letting go, allowing him to gnaw on his body, biting his chest until it turned red.

Occasionally waking up from sleep, opening his eyes to look at him, his gaze was silent and sorrowful as if tears were about to fall.

Mousse reached out and stroked Aix’s brows and eyes.

Even in sleep, Aix’s brows were tightly knitted, as if holding some insoluble sorrow.

His complexion was also terrible, revealing the pallor of not seeing sunlight for a long time.

Over these years, Aix almost lived like a zombie himself.

To take care of him who feared sunlight, Aix stayed with him in the room with tightly drawn curtains during the day.

Only on nights with excellent moonlight would he take him out for a walk to watch mutant plants hunt.

To accompany him who didn’t need sleep, Aix would also go without sleep for a long time continuously, only taking a short nap at noon.

If he weren’t a super high-level ability user, his body would have collapsed long ago after so many years.

He should hate him.

But he couldn’t bring himself to hate him no matter what.

Yet if he allowed himself to continue loving him, he didn’t know how to face it.

Didn’t know how to face the self who was once so sad that self-destructive consciousness arose, allowing the zombie virus to erode him.

Nor did he know how to face Aix.

The eyelids under his finger pads moved. Aix frowned slightly, slowly opening his eyes.

Mousse abruptly withdrew his hand.

Maintaining the posture lying in Aix’s arms, looking up at him.

Because the quilt was entangled by mutant plants, he couldn’t get out.

Mousse argued in his heart.

Aix lowered his head, raising a hand to stroke Mousse’s slightly cool face.

The light in the room with closed curtains was dim; Aix couldn’t see the complex emotions in Mousse’s eyes clearly.

He patted his head as usual, raised a hand to pull open his lapel a bit more, offering his chest to Mousse’s mouth, continued stroking his head, and said hoarsely:

“Sorry, Si Si, made you stay alone in the room for so long again.”

Mousse glared at the soft, warm muscle pressed against his nose, his body stiff, not saying a word.

Seeing him not moving, Aix was puzzled.

“Still angry with me? I didn’t mean to make you wait so long.”

“An S-rank zombie appeared in Sea City, the first S-rank since the apocalypse began. I killed it and plundered its ability.”

Aix explained to Mousse in a low voice, regardless of whether he understood or not.

Even if he didn’t understand, he had been talking to himself like this for years.

Although Aix had a psychic ability, his talent in the psychic department was really not good.

After so many years, his psychic ability had failed to break through to S-rank.

And the Plunder ability could only be upgraded by plundering higher-level abilities.

As a result, even though Aix had strength surpassing A-rank long ago, due to the restrictions on ability upgrade conditions, his level remained stuck at A-rank.

Until today, an S-rank zombie was born.

On the day he received the news from the mutant plants, Aix settled Mousse and went to Sea City alone.

In the shortest time, he killed that S-rank zombie who had just advanced not long ago and plundered the opponent’s ability.

Disregarding absorbing the huge energy churning in his body completely, he rushed back in a hurry to return to Mousse’s side.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

After a night of deep sleep, he absorbed all the energy and broke through to S-rank.

Even his psychic ability, under the impact of huge energy, broke through the shackles and rose to S-rank together.

Hearing Aix’s words, Mousse’s eyes flickered slightly.

Aix broke through to S-rank.

He suddenly remembered the warm energy flowing into his mind when he regained his memory and reason.

That energy was very familiar, like his psychic ability.

Aix broke through to S-rank, and the psychic ability spontaneously took effect, awakening him.

Mousse only knew that psychic crystal nuclei could stabilize the mind, allowing people to remain clear-headed under the spread of zombie virus and overcome the virus.

But he never heard that psychic abilities could awaken a person turned into a zombie.

Especially since he had mutated into a zombie for many years.

Logically speaking, reason and consciousness should have disappeared completely long ago.

But thinking back carefully, during the years he became a zombie, although his head was empty and he only thought about eating, he was not completely without any consciousness.

Perhaps from the beginning, the psychic ability in Aix’s body had been influencing him, protecting him.

Mousse wasn’t sure if it was Aix’s intent to protect him that urged the ability, or if the ability that once belonged to him was spontaneously protecting him.

In short, his consciousness didn’t completely dissipate, and on the day Aix broke through to S-rank, it was awakened again.

“Why not bite me? Don’t like my taste anymore?”

Aix frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

This shouldn’t be.

The higher the level of the ability user, the stronger the attraction to zombies.

He broke through to S-rank; Mousse should like his flesh and blood even more.

Mousse couldn’t answer.

He pursed his lips, his eyes flickering, revealing a trace of struggle.

Aix indeed smelled very fragrant, very delicious.

Making his mouth water, wanting to bite him, eat him.

Even if he couldn’t bite through, couldn’t eat it into his stomach, he wanted to bite all over, chew all over to satisfy the craving.

If Mousse were a pure zombie, he would have pounced and started biting long ago.

But at this moment, inside his body, human moral consciousness and zombie instincts were contending as equals.

Human moral consciousness made him unable to bite a former kind.

Especially when the other party was Aix.

While zombie instincts almost drove him mad, craving to pounce and gorge himself.

Mousse closed his eyes, trying hard to calm his appetite.

Seeing this, Aix had an answer in his heart.

“Sure enough, still angry with me.”

Just offering the chest meat probably wouldn’t coax Mousse; he had to offer something he liked to eat more.

Aix lowered his head, pressed against Mousse’s lips, gently pried open his lips, and sent himself in.

Mousse was startled, opened his eyes in astonishment, teeth chattering in shock, and bit Aix’s tongue tip.

Aix seemed to feel no pain at all, continuing to send it into his mouth, arms wrapped around his back, hugging him tighter with satisfaction.

Mousse’s mood was complicated.

Such contact had happened many times in his memory as a zombie.

At first, it was him biting Aix’s lips to taste the flavor in his mouth; Aix was so shocked he dared not face it.

Later, with more contact, it became Aix actively sending himself into his mouth to feed him.

Mousse could often feel Aix’s intense emotions and unconcealable reactions from such contact.

Aix was willing to offer his tongue and lips for him to eat, but unwilling to show his reaction in front of him.

Perhaps because kissing could use feeding and soothing as an excuse.

But doing more would lose a tenable reason.

Most of the time, Aix stopped his further actions and would go into the bathroom alone to resolve it.

Occasionally, when Aix was messed up by him so much he couldn’t get up, he could only wretchedly reveal it in front of him.

If he hadn’t personally felt Aix’s emotions, Mousse wouldn’t dare believe that Aix would have such strong craving, desire, and love for a zombie like him.

Aix loved him masochistically.

Zombie saliva was corrosive.

Even though Aix was a high-level ability user and such weak corrosiveness couldn’t cause him real harm, it would still make his skin red, hot, feeling like being burned.

Even so, Aix never refused his gnawing.

He would even offer himself up, letting him gnaw at will.

Mousse only bit him once, then had no reaction for a long time; Aix panicked a bit.

Mousse seemed uninterested in him.

Logically, the higher the level of the ability user, the stronger the attraction to zombies; it shouldn’t be like this.

Aix suddenly remembered that if the level gap was too large, the lower-level party would feel oppression and fear.

Thinking of this, Aix panicked completely.

Even regretted leveling up.

He wanted to tear open his chest, guide Mousse’s hand to hold his heart, begging him not to be afraid of him.

He was willing to give everything to Mousse, even his life.

Before Aix took action, Mousse held the back of his head and deepened the kiss.

There were many entanglements between them, even separated by life and death.

But, impossible not to love.

Love never vanished, only sometimes accompanied by some pain.

Pain didn’t erase love; instead, it etched love deeper into the bones and heart.

Aix was kissed dizzy.

When he gradually sobered up, his eyes widened in astonishment.

The difference between kissing and gnawing was so vast, just like that between love and appetite.

Anyone who had experienced it could quickly distinguish.

This was a kiss.

Not a zombie’s gnawing and swallowing.

Aix stared with wide eyes, gazing tightly at Mousse in front of him, his body gradually stiffening, breathing and heartbeat almost stopping.

The look in his eyes toward Mousse carried suspicion and probing, as well as caution and panic of daring not confirm, daring not believe, fearing it was joy in vain.

“Aix.”

Mousse called him, embraced him, and said in his ear:

“I’m back.”

Support me on Ko-fi