SGT CH127: Extra

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

◎ “Really can do it for a long time?” Zombies have boundless energy. ◎

“Si Si.”

Aix raised his trembling hand, touching Mousse’s face.

Suspecting he had actually failed to break through to S-rank, descended into madness, and lost his mind, thus producing such an unrealistic hallucination.

The touch was still slightly cool, lacking the warmth of a living creature.

But Mousse tilted his head slightly, raised his hand to cover the back of Aix’s hand, and rubbed his cheek lightly against his palm.

A pair of eyes whose color couldn’t be distinguished in the dark watched him earnestly and gently.

He responded tenderly: “I’m here. Aix, I’m awake.”

Aix could no longer hold on; his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

This was content he dared not even imagine in his most beautiful dreams.

Most of the time, he only dared to dream of the past, or of Mousse clutching his injured arm, staring at him resentfully, and coldly shaking off his hand.

The most beautiful dream was merely Mousse coming to take him to the realm of death.

Aix hugged Mousse tightly, clenched his teeth fiercely, buried his face in Mousse’s neck, his body trembling uncontrollably due to overly intense emotions.

Even if this was just a hallucination produced by his mental disorder, even if he was about to step into death within the hallucination, he accepted it.

Mousse hugged Aix back, feeling the tremors of his body, worried he might pass out from holding his breath.

“Calm down, Aix. It’s okay now, I’m right here.”

Words couldn’t calm Aix down.

Instead, upon hearing his voice, Aix’s bodily reaction became even more intense.

Mousse felt his clenched jaw and tightly closed lips, afraid he might suffocate, so he looked up to kiss him, prying open his jaw.

Aix’s eyelashes trembled, but he still obediently opened himself, welcoming him in.

Mousse remembered his saliva was corrosive.

Even if it didn’t cause substantial harm to Aix, it wouldn’t feel good after all.

Seeing the effect was achieved, he hurriedly withdrew.

The sudden emptiness left Aix stunned on the spot.

Opening his reddened eyes, he looked at Mousse in front of him blankly and helplessly.

Little zombie Mousse had a strong appetite and demand for him, making him accustomed to demands lasting over ten minutes, not letting go until his mouth was dry.

If he drank some water beforehand, or quietly used his water ability to replenish moisture, this time would be even longer.

But this contact was like touching and leaving instantly.

The previously surging intense emotions cooled down rapidly.

Aix was at a loss, his hands and feet cold, his whole body feeling like falling into an ice cave.

Mousse observed him and found his emotions seemed much calmer; his body stopped trembling.

But, exceptionally stiff.

His whole person fell into a dazed rigidity.

“Are you okay?” Mousse asked.

Aix’s lips moved, but he couldn’t say anything.

His fingers gripped Mousse’s clothes tightly, like a drowning person trying hard to grab the last straw.

This state didn’t look like he was okay at all.

Mousse worried in his heart.

But he hadn’t spoken for too long, his tongue clumsy for a moment, not knowing how to care for Aix.

Since he couldn’t speak, he’d use action.

The hand resting on Aix’s back moved down slowly, stroking Aix.

Aix trembled suddenly, looking at him with panicked eyes.

Mousse coughed dryly and said bracing himself:

“It must be uncomfortable to be like this all the time. I’ll help you resolve it, just using hands.”

His body fluids were corrosive; just using hands should be fine.

Aix took very good care of him, often trimming his nails for him; the fingertips were polished very round and wouldn’t scratch.

Just as Mousse was thinking, he felt Aix shudder violently, emitting a suppressed groan from his throat.

Mousse silently withdrew his hand, his mood complicated.

This is too fast, right? Isn’t an ability user’s physical fitness very strong?

He dared not voice his doubt, afraid of hurting Aix’s pride.

He only withdrew his hand from the quilt and got up to get tissues to wipe.

However, he underestimated the attraction of an ability user to a zombie.

Or rather, underestimated Aix’s attraction to him.

The scent spreading in the air stunned him on the spot. He stared between his fingers, his Adam’s apple rolling.

No, no.

Doing that would be too perverted.

A struggling look appeared on Mousse’s face.

Aix woke up from his trance and saw Mousse’s expression.

His face turned pale, and he hurriedly got up, using his water ability to clean Mousse’s hands.

Then he took a towel from his space, wrapping Mousse’s fingers, wiping again and again.

Wiping until his own eyes turned red.

“Sorry, I…”

Aix spoke hoarsely, wanting to say he didn’t mean it.

But what did it matter if it was intentional or unintentional?

His craving for Mousse had seeped into his bones; he couldn’t control it at all.

Over these years, had he defiled Mousse any less?

Seeing Mousse’s brows seemingly furrowed even more tightly than just now, Aix panicked, eagerly searching for the reason.

He suddenly realized that evidence of his sin and scent still remained on him.

He hurriedly said: “I’ll go clean up right now.”

Saying so, he lifted the quilt, preparing to go to the bathroom, but was hugged from behind.

Mousse pursed his lips, buried his face on Aix’s shoulder, needing to try very hard to restrain himself from biting down.

“Can we, can we.”

Mousse bit his lower lip slightly, really unable to make such an excessive request.

Previously Aix hadn’t noticed, but now with their bodies pressing against each other, Aix felt it immediately and felt a long-lost peace of mind because of it.

He nodded eagerly.

“Yes, anything is fine. You can do whatever you want to me, even if it’s digging out my heart.”

Aix realized his loss of composure and abruptly swallowed the rest of his words. He turned around, actively opening up to Mousse.

A few minutes later, Mousse stopped Aix who wanted to force it in, saying:

“Wait, protection first.”

This was the apocalypse; supplies were not easily obtained like before.

Aix had never brought back any safety items, and they had never used them before.

Mousse naturally couldn’t propose to use one at this time.

He could only say: “Can you use your ability to isolate it a bit?”

Bitterness filled Aix’s heart.

Mousse had never made such a request to him.

But he could only nod, “Okay.”

Mousse sensed some ability fluctuations, but there was no change on his own body.

So he asked in confusion: “Is it done already?”

Aix nodded sullenly and climbed onto Mousse.

Mousse believed Aix wouldn’t lie to him.

He felt nothing on himself.

Probably, Aix isolated himself.

Although he didn’t understand exactly how the operation worked, he believed in Aix’s ability.

Mousse reached out, hugging Aix contentedly.

Unknown if the zombie’s appetite was too hard to quell, or his love for Aix was uncontrollable.

Clearly telling himself in his heart to indulge just once, just once.

But he still entangled with Aix from dark until noon the next day.

It was Mousse who suddenly realized it was Aix’s usual rest time now and forced himself to withdraw.

Aix got up to wash in the bathroom.

Mutant plants cleaned everything up and turned on the room lights.

Mousse lay on his back hugging a pillow, still full of energy, without any sleepiness.

This was probably the benefit of being a zombie.

Never tired, never sleepy.

So, when Aix came out of the bathroom dressed neatly, Mousse was still looking at him with big shining eyes.

After a night of intimate entanglement, followed by a cold shower, Aix had completely sobered up.

He could feel the vigorous power in his body; he had indeed broken through to S-rank.

Rarely, he invoked his psychic ability to scan his own brain domain, concluding that he wasn’t mentally disordered.

So, everything was not his hallucination; Mousse had indeed returned.

Aix stood at the door, looking at Mousse on the bed hugging a pillow and tilting his head to look at him, still having a somewhat unreal trance-like feeling.

“Why not come over?”

Mousse asked in confusion: “Aren’t you sleepy?”

Aix lightened his footsteps and approached the bedside, reaching out wanting to touch Mousse, then realized something, his fingers curled slightly, restraining himself as he withdrew his hand.

He squatted by the bed, gazing at Mousse who was close at hand with lively eyes, as if he could never look enough.

“Si Si, how come you…? How did you…”

Aix was incoherent.

Mousse understood what he wanted to ask.

However, asking only now, wasn’t he too slow?

But Mousse still answered seriously:

“Probably because you broke through to S-rank, your ability had a qualitative improvement, so the psychic ability in your body successfully awakened me.”

“Psychic ability…”

Even after possessing the psychic ability for four years, Aix’s understanding of it was still limited.

He found it hard to understand this mysterious and elusive ability.

He only knew that most of the time, the psychic ability synchronized with the strong desires in his heart.

Although he didn’t know how the psychic ability did it, Mousse regaining consciousness and “coming alive” was an established fact.

Enough to make Aix ecstatic.

Beyond joy and celebration, there was strong self-blame.

“It’s all my fault, my talent in the psychic department is too low. Actually took three whole years to break through to S-rank, making Si Si wait so long.”

Mousse knew Aix’s talent in the psychic department was low.

Otherwise, the crystal nucleus in his chest cavity wouldn’t constantly emit attraction to him, longing to return to him.

Sometimes, Mousse even felt that the crystal nucleus was complaining to him about what a terrible host he had found for it.

Not that terrible, right.

Mousse rebutted softly in his heart.

Aix also broke through to A-rank in one year, and after another three years, broke through to S-rank.

This promotion speed was in the top tier in the entire apocalypse.

Although… almost all of it was promoted by mooching energy from the Plunder ability.

“Anyway, I’m already awake; those things aren’t important anymore.”

Mousse smiled at him and said:

“These years, you took very good care of me.”

Aix suddenly recalled his defilement and blasphemy of Mousse’s body over these years, his body instantly stiffening.

Before, Mousse was just an ordinary zombie without self-awareness, unable to understand the things he did; all his sins were hidden in the dark.

But now, Mousse was awake.

Sins were placed under the sunlight; he had nowhere to escape.

No wonder Mousse was unwilling to touch him directly anymore, doing it so reluctantly with him.

“Sorry, I, I…”

Aix’s lips trembled.

He wished he could die right there, using his life to apologize to Mousse, hoping to quell some of Mousse’s disgust for him.

But Mousse had finally woken up and returned to his side; how could he bear to die just like this?

“Can you give me a few more years, let me look at you more.”

Aix begged humbly.

“Three years, even one year is fine. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll stay in a corner you can’t see to protect you.

“If you feel unhappy, you can call me out to vent anytime. Do anything to me, even if it’s cutting open my chest…

“S-rank ability users have very strong physical fitness, and I have healing abilities; I won’t die easily. You can vent for a long time.”

Mousse was originally listening in confusion.

Hearing the end, his heart moved slightly.

“Really?”

Mousse hugged the pillow in his arms tighter, blocking the lower half of his face, a pair of shining eyes blinking rapidly with excitement and shyness.

“Really can do it for a long time?”

Zombies have boundless energy.

Never tired, and no need for sleep.

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