SGT CH128: Extra

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

◎ At his most desperate moment, Aix was holding someone else ◎

Aix thought Mousse wanted to vent his anger on him.

Torture him for a long time.

So, he nodded and said:

“Alright, as long as you want.”

As long as Mousse agreed to let him stay, he was willing to suffer any punishment.

Receiving the promise, Mousse was full of anticipation, wanting to do something.

But then he felt such high-intensity exercise wasn’t good.

Although Aix smelled good and tasted delicious, he couldn’t indulge like a truly irrational zombie.

Moreover, it was already Aix’s usual sleeping time.

Aix had been tired all day, his complexion didn’t look too good either, and his whole person looked messed up.

Even after cleaning and tidying up, he exuded a feeling of being excessively ravaged and ruined from the inside out.

He looked like he had reached his limit; just a gentle push, and he would no longer be able to support himself, would collapse and break.

Mousse didn’t want Aix to break.

He wanted Aix to accompany him for a long, long time.

Now, Aix needed rest.

Mousse reached out to grab Aix’s arm, pulling him towards the bed.

“Don’t squat on the floor anymore, come sleep quickly. You need a good sleep.”

Aix didn’t expect Mousse would still be willing to let him get close, willing to let him lie in the same bed with him.

Knowing that he had done extremely sinful things to Mousse, defiled Mousse’s corpse like that.

Aix knew his guilt deeply. Even when pulled onto the bed, he dared not move a muscle, lying flat and stiff like a log.

Instead, Mousse rolled into his arms.

Pillowed on his chest, hugging his waist.

Perhaps he was truly too exhausted.

After being accepted by Mousse again, his tense mind suddenly relaxed, and sleepiness swept over him.

Aix couldn’t hold on and soon fell asleep.

Mousse also lay quietly to not disturb Aix’s rest.

However, he wasn’t sleepy at all; lying still was extremely boring.

Especially since Aix beside him smelled particularly good, constantly attracting him, making him restless.

Unable to hold back, Mousse opened his mouth and ground his teeth on Aix’s muscle.

After realizing what he was doing, Mousse hurriedly let go, covering his mouth, retreating in panic, and hastily wiping the trace on Aix’s muscle with his cuff.

The fabric of the cuff was corroded black by the stained saliva.

Mousse’s heart felt heavy.

He dared not stay by Aix’s side anymore.

Aix’s flesh and blood were too attractive to him; he was afraid he couldn’t resist his instinct and would cause harm to Aix.

Mousse slowly moved out of Aix’s embrace, rolled out of bed, and left the room quietly.

After leaving, the faint scent in the air became even more enticing, attracting him to go to Aix’s side.

The hunger in his stomach also became more obvious.

Mousse patted his own face, telling himself to calm down.

Restraining the impulse to turn back, he went to the kitchen to forage.

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Aix slept for less than an hour before waking up in shock from intense emptiness and unease.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously reached out to probe beside him.

His embrace was empty; there was nothing beside him.

Aix sat up abruptly, completely awake.

Mousse wasn’t in the room, but there were sounds outside.

Aix hurriedly got out of bed, didn’t even have time to put on shoes, pulled open the door, and walked out.

Mousse was… blowing up the kitchen.

After turning into a zombie, Mousse was only interested in meat.

Eating without knowing any restraint. Even when his stomach bulged, he kept eating.

To prevent Mousse from bursting himself, Aix had to replace all the food prepared for him with chewy jerky.

As for Aix himself, he ate “vital signs maintenance meals.”

The main goal was just not to starve to death.

As a result, there was simply no food in the kitchen that Mousse could easily prepare and eat.

Mousse searched for a long time and only found some frozen meat in the refrigerator.

Mousse remembered the meals Aix usually ate himself.

Thaw the meat, casually pick a mutant plant fruit, simply chop it into chunks and throw it into the blender, beat it into paste, add water and boil it, then eat directly.

Mousse: “…”

He simply couldn’t imagine that the stuff made that way was edible.

Aix actually ate it for three years.

Eating such things would surely make one lose all expectations for life.

So, Mousse took out the frozen meat, rubbing his hands, preparing to make himself a big meal that would make life beautiful.

However, as a life idiot, he obviously overestimated his cooking skills and ability.

Smoke filled the kitchen; fire burned from the bottom of the pot into the pot.

Mutant plants hurriedly protected Mousse, not letting him get close.

Mousse flusteredly filled water wanting to extinguish the fire, but the mutant plants quickly held him back and pulled him away.

Aix walked quickly into the kitchen, picked up the pot lid to cover the burning pot.

At the same time, he mobilized his fire ability to extinguish the fire burning nearby.

Turned on the range hood, opened the window for ventilation, and used wind ability to transport all the smoke out.

Then he disposed of the black unidentified object in the pot and the sundries on the table.

Mousse stood blankly holding water, watching the kitchen instantly looking brand new, silently put down the water basin, feeling a little guilty.

While Aix was catching up on sleep, he almost burned down the kitchen.

Oh, not almost, he had burned it.

And woke up Aix to come save the scene.

Given Aix’s personality of managing everything and having strong desire for control, he would definitely scold him.

Mousse was nervous.

Aix walked up to him, frowning slightly, and worriedly pulled up his hand to check.

“Injured?”

Mousse shook his head.

The biggest injury he suffered just now was probably being startled by the oil splashing out of the pot when frying meat.

After that, the mutant plants reached over, took the spatula from his hand, flipped the meat for him, and made him stand far away to watch.

But he couldn’t help going up to do something, adding salt, oil, and seasoning, and even poured white liquor in as white vinegar.

Aix carefully checked Mousse’s body and was relieved seeing he wasn’t hurt.

Only having experienced this, Mousse must be terrified.

Aix felt heartache and guilt.

“It’s my fault, actually forgot you haven’t eaten yet. Starving, right?”

Well… not that hungry.

Although zombies craved food all the time, they were hard to starve to death and could go without food for a long time.

Mainly because Aix’s scent was everywhere in the room, too attractive to zombies; Mousse was craving badly.

To avoid gnawing on Aix, he could only get something else to eat to divert his attention.

But under Aix’s gaze full of heartache, Mousse nodded inexplicably.

“So hungry.”

Aix felt even more heartache.

“Go sit outside for a while; leave it to me here.”

Saying so, Aix took out a plate of jerky from his space, handed it to Mousse, and instructed:

“Eat some first to pad your stomach; the main meal will be ready soon.”

Mousse held the plate of jerky and sat at the dining table outside, watching Aix busy through the glass partition door.

Aix put on an apron, looked around at the pitiful ingredients in the kitchen, didn’t use the frozen meat in the fridge, but had the mutant plants catch a mutant beast on the spot to slaughter and cook fresh.

Mousse propped his chin and watched.

Every movement of Aix was beautiful.

Wind blades processed the prey, slicing the meat; fire ability precisely controlled the heat.

The use of abilities was extremely proficient, all operations flowing like moving clouds and flowing water, extremely ornamental.

Mousse remembered his own flustered look blowing up the kitchen.

Quickly shook his head, throwing that highly contrasting image out of his mind.

Soon, Aix brought Mousse a plate of pan-fried steak smelling of burnt aroma.

Mousse gorged himself, finishing quickly, then raised his head, looking at Aix with shining eyes and said:

“Want more!”

“No.”

Aix refused subconsciously.

Only after speaking did he remember that the one in front of him wasn’t that little zombie Mousse without consciousness and reason.

But Mousse with real thinking and consciousness.

He prepared according to Mousse’s usual food intake; that steak was definitely enough to fill Mousse.

But Mousse still wanted to eat…

Aix thought for a moment, still went back to the kitchen to make another portion.

Ingredients were ready-made; it was done in a few minutes.

Placing the steak in front of Mousse, Aix instructed worriedly:

“Can’t eat too much, you’ll burst.”

Mousse touched his stomach, indeed feeling full.

But a zombie’s appetite was unreasonable; even if full, he still wanted to eat.

Perhaps what he wanted to eat wasn’t the steak in front of him, but something else.

Mousse’s gaze fell on Aix, pushed the steak in his direction, and said:

“You haven’t eaten yourself yet. I’m not hungry anymore; I’ll just watch you eat.”

Watch him eat…

Aix pondered.

After turning into a zombie, Mousse liked to stare straight at him while eating.

But he didn’t have much interest in watching him eat.

Probably because the food he made before was vegetables and meat smashed into paste and boiled.

Even little zombie Mousse was extremely disgusted with such food, having no interest at all.

Aix sat opposite the dining table and quickly finished a whole plate of steak.

Mousse watched with relish.

When Aix put down the cutlery, he couldn’t help leaning over, kissed the corner of his mouth, and tasted the flavor.

“Mm, feels tastier than my portion eh.”

Mousse said.

Aix’s body stiffened when Mousse leaned over.

Hearing this, he was somewhat at a loss, trying to explain:

“It’s the same method.”

“But this portion is just tastier.”

Mousse insisted on his view.

Aix frowned in thought.

Which step exactly caused such a difference.

Overly serious and proper Aix.

Mousse sighed in his heart.

He had expressed so obviously, yet Aix still hadn’t discovered he liked his taste?

Perhaps, Aix didn’t fail to discover, but simply wouldn’t think in that direction.

It seemed in his eyes, only a zombie would like his taste due to instinctual appetite and want to eat him.

While Mousse, having regained consciousness and reason, wouldn’t like him anymore.

“Want to sleep a bit more?” Mousse asked him.

Aix shook his head.

Zombies didn’t need sleep; Mousse obviously wouldn’t go back to sleep.

He also couldn’t carry Mousse directly back to bed and restrict him in his arms like he treated little zombie Mousse before.

“Not sleepy anymore, I’ll watch over you.”

Aix said in a low voice.

Mousse just took it as him temporarily not sleepy, so he didn’t mention it again.

“Then, let’s chat.”

Mousse propped his chin watching him, asking:

“Don’t you have anything you want to say to me?”

Under Mousse’s gaze, Aix’s hands and feet gradually turned cold, panic rising in his heart.

“Sorry, it’s all my fault, whatever you want to do to me I will…”

Mousse interrupted him, “You’ve already said these words.”

And said very frighteningly.

Like cutting open the chest and so on, especially terrifying.

If Aix hadn’t promised him to do it for as long as he wanted, pulling the topic back to a normal range, Mousse would have been scared bad by his bloody description.

Ever since witnessing him turn into a zombie with his own eyes, Aix had a strong self-destructive tendency.

These years he treated himself almost masochistically.

Only eating that paste which made even zombies lose appetite to maintain life.

Slept very little every day, and often woke up in shock.

Didn’t go out at all during the day, only staying with him, even though humans need sunlight.

Also didn’t contact other humans at all, completely detached from human society.

Living like a zombie himself.

Mousse worried that one day Aix would really use methods like cutting open his chest to abuse himself.

Aix mentioned those contents again and again, as if really expecting to be treated like that.

Mousse didn’t let Aix mention these contents anymore, forcibly turning the topic direction.

“Talk about something else, for example… the day I was scratched and infected, you were holding that person… was the healer in your team, right?”

Mousse was clear about Aix’s love for him.

The emotions belonging to Aix he sensed when recovering consciousness, and everything Aix did for him these years, were enough to prove how much Aix loved him.

Loved more than life.

But he couldn’t help but care.

When he was scratched by the zombie, at his most desperate and helpless moment.

Aix was holding someone else, protecting someone else.

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