SGT CH130: Extra

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

◎ “Defiled the corpse? Is that how you define our relationship?” ◎

Mousse gradually noticed something was wrong.

To be precise, he had noticed it since yesterday.

Although Aix’s reaction was intense every time, as if stimulated to the point of passing out.

But the rhythm was off.

In the past, Aix would always be affected by his rhythm.

He knew clearly when Aix would arrive.

But starting yesterday, it was as if Aix was in a different time and space, enjoying himself alone, not synchronized at all.

At first, Mousse didn’t think much of it.

He only thought they hadn’t been intimate for too long and lost their tacit understanding.

But even until today, Aix hadn’t coordinated with him; the rhythm was completely disjointed.

This made Mousse gradually suspicious.

Mousse quietly stopped and watched Aix.

Aix seemed not to notice at all; his eyes looking up at him were full of longing and confusion.

Especially when he leaned closer, Aix became increasingly excited, looking like he was about to come again.

Mousse reached out to grab him, forcefully pulling him back.

Aix froze there, stuck in the middle, looking at him with dazed and begging eyes.

“Something’s very wrong with you. What did you do?”

Mousse asked.

Aix was puzzled, “W-what?”

“You have no tacit understanding with me at all; it wasn’t like this before.”

Mousse’s probing gaze fell on Aix’s face, trying to find something in his expression.

If he didn’t already know Aix’s love for him deeply, with the current situation, he would definitely suspect Aix didn’t love him anymore.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

Panic flashed in Aix’s eyes as he eagerly sat up from the dining table.

But Mousse was still accommodated by him; he could only support himself on the table with his arms, half-straightening his upper body.

“It wasn’t uncomfortable.”

Mousse averted his gaze, “That’s not the point.”

Being intimate with Aix had never been uncomfortable.

Even back then, that night when Aix became an ability user and forcefully had relations with him, he didn’t feel physically uncomfortable.

On the contrary, Aix made him extremely comfortable.

But doing such intimate things, physical comfort and pleasure only accounted for a part.

What was more important was the feedback given by the other party.

It was Aix’s reaction.

“Your reaction is strange.”

Mousse paused and said: “Too cold.”

Not completely cold.

But appearing cold when he was passionate, and inexplicably extra excited when he slowed down.

In short, their rhythms were completely disjointed.

“Sorry,” Aix hurriedly promised: “I will be more passionate.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

Mousse gazed at him, “I want to know the reason.”

Aix was silent for a second before saying somewhat embarrassedly:

“Because of the isolation, I can’t perceive you accurately. It’s not intentional uncooperativeness.”

“Isolation?”

Mousse became more puzzled the more he listened.

“What exactly did you isolate?”

“Everything.”

Hidden sadness flashed in Aix’s eyes.

“Everything you give me.”

He loved Mousse so deeply, craving everything about Mousse.

Yet he could only isolate everything Mousse brought him after Mousse regained consciousness.

Even though this was what he deserved for his sins.

It was punishment and redemption.

But it was still extremely painful and sad.

Mousse was stunned.

Although he didn’t know specifically what Aix was referring to.

But since Aix used the word “everything” to describe it, what he isolated was definitely much more than he thought.

Aix’s rhythm not matching his was likely because he couldn’t feel him at all.

This realization shocked Mousse.

Although he knew Aix had self-harm and self-destructive tendencies these years, wasn’t this too much?

“What on earth are you doing? What do you take me for? And what do you take yourself for? A… condom?”

Mousse’s voice dropped.

Just saying that word made him feel unbearable and uncomfortable.

Aix didn’t think there was anything wrong with this.

This was what he should bear.

He had done such things to Mousse; he couldn’t possibly extract pleasure from Mousse again.

Mousse being willing to use him as a condom already satisfied him very much.

But Mousse’s sad expression made him confused and worried, also realizing he might have misunderstood something.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Aix reached out to touch Mousse’s arm, saying carefully:

“Si Si, teach me.”

Mousse could never harden his heart against such an Aix.

Even if their brain circuits were a hundred and eight thousand miles apart, even if Aix was always inexplicably stubborn and persistent, even stubbornly self-abusing.

“I just wanted you to isolate body fluids.”

Mousse said: “Zombie body fluids are corrosive and will hurt you. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Won’t get hurt.”

Aix said subconsciously.

“I’m an S-rank ability user, very high level. Your body fluids can’t hurt me, and I also have body enhancement and healing abilities.”

As Aix spoke, he suddenly realized something and looked at Mousse in astonishment, his eyes filled with irrepressible anticipation and joy.

“Si Si, you mean, I don’t have to isolate perception? I can feel you?!”

“Of course, isn’t that a matter of course?”

What kind of intimacy doesn’t let the other party feel it? What’s the point then?

“I’ll remove the ability isolation right now. Si Si, give me another chance, please.”

Aix gazed at Mousse expectantly and pleadingly.

Mousse nodded, released him, and emphasized:

“Don’t do those strange things again, don’t hurt yourself again.”

Aix withdrew his ability, and immediately his body trembled violently, convulsing intensely.

Mousse bit on his shoulder, wanting to resist the urge, but failed, still achieving synchronization with Aix.

Aix’s eyes were blurred, stroking his stomach, murmuring in a low voice: “So hot.”

Hearing his words, Mousse was slightly alarmed.

“You didn’t remove isolation completely, did you? Even if you won’t get truly hurt, it will still be uncomfortable!”

“Not uncomfortable.”

Aix climbed onto Mousse, his black eyes flashing with broken light accommodating him, holding him.

“Very warm, very comfortable, very satisfied.”

Perhaps, he shouldn’t enjoy such pleasure amidst punishment.

Struggle flashed in Aix’s eyes.

Waiting for Mousse to retract his bestowal.

But Mousse just looked at him strangely, his expression revealing some incomprehension, yet he still said:

“Alright, but you can’t let yourself get hurt. If it’s uncomfortable, you must tell me.”

Mousse indulging him like this made Aix at a loss instead.

“I treated you like that before; how can I fully enjoy the pleasure you bring again?”

Mousse thought he was talking about the incident where he was injured by the zombie.

“It’s already past. Back then I insisted on going to the Sixth Hospital with you guys. Since I chose to leave the base, the dangers encountered were also expected.”

After Aix stubbornly argued with him that it wasn’t holding, that what he did to him was holding, and that he had only held him, Mousse didn’t care much about that day’s matter anymore.

He said: “You are the captain of the ability user team; protecting team members is what you should do. That zombie back then… was an accident neither you nor I could predict; it wasn’t your fault.”

Aix didn’t expect that he could actually obtain Mousse’s forgiveness.

Aix lowered his eyes, daring not look into Mousse’s eyes.

Mousse was simply too kind.

This was just Mousse being too good, not that he was guiltless.

He could never forgive himself.

Moreover, his sins were far more than these.

“In the three years you turned into a zombie and lost consciousness, I defiled you again and again, raped your corpse.”

Aix closed his eyes in deep pain.

Mousse was stunned for a good while, raised his hand to dig his ears, suspecting he heard wrong.

“Raped? Corpse?”

Mousse never thought these two words could appear in their conversation.

“Is that how you define our relationship?”

Mousse was greatly shocked.

Aix’s face was pale.

His arms couldn’t support him, suddenly moving backward, his head tilting back along with it, exposing his fragile Adam’s apple and neck, like a criminal ready to stretch his neck for slaughter.

“I am a disgusting necrophile.”

Mousse · Zombie · Corpse ·: “…”

Is it necessary to emphasize again and again that he is dead, is a corpse?

A zombie can’t count as a corpse in the general sense, right?

Whose corpse can run and jump, eat and drink?

“Do you dislike that I’m a zombie?” Mousse said faintly.

“No, of course not.”

Aix didn’t care to immerse in self-blame and hurriedly spoke up.

How could he dislike Mousse?

He would only dislike his derelict and sinful self.

“Then isn’t that fine.”

Mousse said: “Besides, if I remember correctly, I bit you first, right? If you insist on defining this as ‘rape’, then it’s me, this corpse, who raped you.”

Aix was stunned, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Mousse stared at the erecting Aix, never expecting that such a sentence would actually make him excited?

“You? Ah? Forget it…”

Aix’s brain circuit was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Aix would carry out intense self-condemnation and self-abuse for what he had done to him.

But, if the same thing was done by him to him, it would make Aix extremely excited.

Whenever Mousse understood a little of Aix’s thoughts, he would be shocked by him.

And this was merely the tip of the iceberg of Aix.

Mousse simply couldn’t imagine what kind of soul-shaking existence that huge “iceberg” hidden under Aix’s spiritual sea surface was.

Forget it, used to it.

At least, they loved each other.

Mousse leaned over to hug Aix, guiding him to be together.

When night fell, Aix finally couldn’t hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

Mousse gave him a simple cleaning, carried him back to the bedroom, put him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.

Although there wasn’t any sleepiness, Mousse habitually burrowed into Aix’s arms, lying with him.

The only difficulty was controlling the desire to grind his teeth on Aix’s muscles.

However, since Aix wouldn’t get hurt and didn’t dislike him doing that.

Then, could he occasionally bite a bit, grind his teeth?

Mousse tentatively took a small bite.

Instantly squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Just bite for a little while.

A loong while.

When Aix woke up after sleeping for a night, Mousse was still biting.

Sensing Aix waking up, Mousse immediately let go, wiping his criminal traces with his cuff.

Teeth marks and red marks couldn’t be wiped off, so he pulled up the quilt to cover them, plugging his ears while stealing the bell.

“Hi, good morning.”

While pressing the quilt to cover up, Mousse smiled and greeted Aix.

“Morning.”

Just waking up, Aix’s brain was still a bit fuzzy. Dazzled by Mousse’s bright smile, he was even more dazed, unable to recover.

After a good while, he reached out, pulled Mousse into his arms, hugging him tightly as if to confirm something.

Just confirming Mousse’s existence, indescribable satisfaction rose in Aix’s heart.

“You’re still by my side, that’s great.”

He was always afraid the beauty of these past few days was just his illusion.

Mousse felt Aix’s unease and raised his hand to hug him back.

“I’m here, always here.”

Mousse said: “I’ll accompany you, go nowhere.”

However, given their current situation, it should be Aix accompanying him.

He was a zombie, a powerless ordinary zombie.

For him, Aix left the ability user team, left the human base, taking him to live in solitude.

Whenever thinking of this, Mousse would feel guilty.

He dragged Aix down again.

When he was human, he was Aix’s burden.

Now turned into a zombie, he was still dragging Aix down.

Even knowing Aix’s love for him deeply, he would still feel very apologetic.

“If I can never possess an ability again in my life…”

Wouldn’t I be dragging Aix down for a lifetime?

Hearing Mousse mention abilities, Aix remembered the psychic crystal nucleus that almost caused Mousse to break up with him, and instantly panicked.

He hurriedly held Mousse’s hand, promising hastily:

“No, I will definitely bring back a psychic crystal nucleus for you.”

Aix actually didn’t have much confidence.

In the three years Mousse turned into a zombie, he hadn’t seen a single psychic type.

In the news scouted by mutant plants, there was no content related to psychic types either.

Three years into the apocalypse, no psychic type had appeared again.

Psychic types seemed to have gone extinct.

Aix panicked in his heart; he was afraid Mousse would leave him, daring not tell Mousse these contents.

Even wished his own psychic ability would regress to the lowest level.

That way, he could dig out his own crystal nucleus for Mousse to use.

But, Mousse regained consciousness relying on his S-rank psychic ability.

Simply couldn’t have it both ways.

In the three years Mousse turned into a zombie, his head had been empty, understanding nothing, knowing nothing about the outside situation.

But it didn’t mean the current Mousse didn’t understand.

He imagined, with Aix’s care for him.

Even if he turned into an empty-headed zombie, when Aix found a psychic type, he would bring the crystal nucleus back to him.

Judging from the fact that Aix never brought back a psychic crystal nucleus, psychic types had vanished.

Mousse even had a premonition: psychic types no longer existed in the world.

Aix was the only psychic ability possessor now.

He… could never possess an ability again.

Mousse’s mood dropped for a moment.

Warm energy came from Aix’s chest cavity, caressing his mind, soothing him.

Mousse was slightly stunned.

It was the psychic ability he was familiar with.

Thought it was done by Aix.

But looking up to see Aix’s expression of unawareness, Mousse realized again that this was likely a spontaneous act of the psychic ability.

【Thank you. And also before, thank you for saving me. But, I can’t give you what you want, I’m very sorry.】

Mousse said in his heart.

Aix looked up in astonishment, his gaze falling on Mousse, paused, then turned his head to look around, raising a hand to touch his forehead.

Seeing his performance, Mousse faintly realized something.

Spoke up asking: “What’s wrong?”

“I seem to… be having auditory hallucinations.”

The kind of auditory hallucination appearing directly in the mind.

Aix frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong the more he thought, sitting up abruptly from the bed.

While protecting Mousse, he looked around alertly.

“It’s a psychic ability. A psychic ability user has appeared; he is exerting mental influence on me.”

Aix looked solemn.

That psychic type hiding in the dark actually wanted to pretend to be Mousse to confuse him; unforgivable.

Aix had killing intent.

Mousse: “…”

“That, actually…”

Mousse stroked Aix’s tense chest, wanting him to calm down.

Aix held his hand, looking down and saying:

“Don’t be afraid, I will protect you well.”

“Actually it’s me!”

Mousse said it in one breath.

“That voice you heard, is me.”

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