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It was dark, no sense of warmth, no sense of comfort.
The surroundings were unpleasant, her body ached, and that constant sensation of being touched lingered. It was uncomfortable, uncomfortable enough to make her want to vomit her own entrails, to expel something from deep within herself. She couldn't clearly understand that feeling. The small choker was strapped tightly around Mizi's neck, forged from metal by alien hands; she was nothing more than a dog to them, a dog that bit the hand that fed it.
Aversion, disgust, revulsion... all these words seemed like appropriate adjectives.
Anguish and despair for the divine.
Her goddess was dead.
Sua.
That was her fate.
She had committed the greatest of sins against those beasts; she had defied fate, messing up something carefully scripted for the audience. Luka was out of the competition after being brutally beaten by her own hands. His face? Completely disfigured. She had broken the beasts' favorite.
Till was missing.
Ivan was dead.
And Sua? Her goddess, her universe? Dead.
Mizi could still feel the blood on her face, could still hear the crowd cheering, the scent of Clemati, the perfume Sua always wore, a distant smell, but no matter how faint, it would still find her like a desperate dog.
Her life, her miserable life — she didn't remember much in detail. Fragments were scattered across her shattered brain, fragments with voices and gazes. Her strongest memory was of a voice...
The sensation was warm in her chest, and that quiet voice inside her head was comforting.
But upon hearing that voice, upon remembering pieces of it, that feeling of longing began to surge within her, flooding her dead, beatless heart with emotions she never imagined she would be capable of feeling ever again. Before, there had been nothing, only anguish and despair. Now,such mortal emotions and desires began to disturb her, making her want to break out of there and search for her voice.
But the owner of that voice was dead. Mizi was desperate. Sua was gone forever.
She couldn't tell how much time had passed since she was captured. Days, weeks, years? It no longer mattered. Pink strands of hair fell over her forehead, her eyes fixed on the floor. Was she so cursed that she didn't even deserve death? The thought was bitter. Even the right to die had been taken from her; she couldn't even keep her beloved company.
A sigh escaped her lips, and Mizi closed her eyes. She was exhausted. She wondered if this would ever come to an end, if Hyuna, at least, would pull her out of wherever she was.
Would Hyuna be able to find her? Mizi wondered if she had been abandoned.
Mizi couldn't tell where she was; her head spun with fragments of what had happened.
She remembered Hyuna grabbing her, but after that? Nothing. It was different from the rooms she used to sleep in at Anakt Garden, different from the structures at the rebel base, and different from anything she was accustomed to.
The environment was... comfortable?
Comfortable was a good word to describe it, as strange as that felt coming from her. A two-bedroom apartment. The room she was in had lilac-colored walls,a bed in the center, a wardrobe, and an attached bathroom she had discovered by chance while walking around.
"What the hell..." her voice came out raspy, likely from dehydration. She couldn't remember the last time she had drunk a glass of water. Standing in front of the mirror in that bathroom, she turned on the faucet, splashing water on her face several times before staring at her reflection.
She still felt disgusted.
She couldn't explain why she was doing this, had she finally lost her mind? She didn't even know where she was. Then it finally dawned on her: she wasn't wearing that restrictive collar around her neck.
She couldn't answer why, but her feet moved automatically. She didn't know where she was going, just following the path she felt she had to take. She stepped out of the bathroom, walked a few steps to reach the door, and opened it.
"The one who loved, the one who was killed."
"She was gentle and kind; I am stubborn and violent."
"The one who loved you, and only you."
"You must go, Mizi. When you find something that might be useful... you can come back. For now, I'll find a way to end this mess."
Mizi finally remembered that dialogue she had with Hyuna. But when did it happen? She couldn't recall. Her head throbbed, and a wave of nausea washed over her.
The taste of blood filled her mouth.
Ah.
She had bitten her own lip until it bled; her chest still felt heavy with anxiety.
She was alone, again, but she didn't seem to be in danger. She knew how to recognize a hostile environment. And this place? It was the exact opposite.
No aliens, none of that horrible stench that emanated from them.
Mizi's mind needed a breather, and she needed a distraction. She couldn't function properly while being bombarded by another troubling thought. She blinked a few times, staggering toward the curtain and pulling it aside.
The scenery outside was different. Humans were walking down the street—there didn't seem to be a single sign of any alien out there. They laughed, ran, and walked in a hurry.
No collars.
Another universe. She finally remembered something crucial. Hyuna had stolen that device after weeks of planning — a device that had been meticulously guarded and protected by the aliens.
A momentary sense of relief washed over her, though she couldn't say why she still felt so uneasy. If she was in another timeline, her Sua had to exist, right? She had to exist... and she would find her. Her Sua was dead, but not this one.
It didn't matter if there was another Mizi. She could learn; she was good at acting.
A few months ago, she had encountered the Hyuna of this timeline. There were no aliens, but something that, personally, disgusted her quite a bit.
Men managed to be worse than aliens, the worst of species.
Since then? She searched every alley, every single scrap of useful information that could help her find the one she wanted. She was obsessed, and Mizi knew it: her obsession was the only thing she could trust.
A scent caught her attention as she walked through the dirty streets of that suburb. The place was empty, behind an improvised music venue. Mizi thought about ignoring it, but the smell stopped her; even against the unpleasant stench of the streets, that scent stood out. It was pleasant, familiar. A scent of Clematis with a hint of vanilla, not common, but delicious, and painfully familiar.
Intrigued, like a curious and hungry dog, she followed it. Silence had become a nuisance, for months it had been her sole companion, but it irritated her now. Where on earth was that scent coming from? Then her eyes landed on the door of a structure that looked abandoned.
She looked around before approaching. Hand on the doorknob, Mizi turned it. It was unlocked.She let out a faint smile, almost punching the air in celebration, but maintained her composure. She slipped inside like a rat, her footsteps light so as not to draw attention.
Nausea struck her at the smell of rot, that odor similar to spoiled pork and blood, which she had learned from Hyuna was a characteristic of zombies.
Her first time dealing with it? Unpleasant; she had almost vomited at Hyuna's feet.
The atmosphere was suffocating and oppressive, but Mizi didn't back down. Her hand rested on the gun holstered at her waist as she walked, trying to find the source of that smell, which seemed to be the only good thing in this place. Her heart pounded with anxiety and expectation.
Expectation for a woman like her was dangerous.
She moved like a predator lured by the scent of abandoned roadkill. Mizi didn't know exactly how long she walked aimlessly, but she finally seemed to get somewhere. An ajar door, soft lighting, the area slightly neater compared to where she had entered the building. With her shoulder, she pushed the door open, cautiously entering the small room.
The figure had her back turned, long hair, a white dress, that scent.
Mizi would recognize her even without her eyes.
Her throat went dry; the gun, previously held between her fingers, dropped to the floor with a dull thud. Mizi raised her arm, her voice coming out as barely a whisper.
"Sua..." The voice seemed to awaken the figure, who turned around. Her expression, usually so stoic and neutral, seemed to contort into a mixture of emotions, her single cloudy violet eye widening.
Mizi stared at her almost obsessively, as if trying to ensure this was real and not a hallucination born of her disturbed mind.
Mizi realized: this Sua was infected. Her skin was paler than she remembered, her right leg was necrotic, and her left eye was gone.
To Mizi, Sua was just as beautiful as the day she lost her.
Sua was like beauty corrupted up close by death. The splendor of life and the silence of death, as if she hovered between life and death, possessing only the most beautiful aspects of both. The atmosphere in the room felt suffocating, as though two wild animals were about to tear each other apart.
"Mizi...? How... did you return to normal...?" Sua's voice was uncertain. She took a few steps forward but hesitated, unsure if she could draw closer.
Her only good eye remained fixed on the eyes she loved so much, the face she had touched hundreds of times. Her pupil had taken on that heart shape, sending a shiver through Mizi's body; this Sua was different. Obsessive, she didn't hide her hunger and desire to consume and be consumed. Even behind that mask of innocence, her gaze gave her away.
She was life, and she was death.
She was the angel, and she was the devil.
Their fates were bound for all eternity.
And even if they weren't, Mizi would hunt her down like a starving wolf.
Mizi was an anomaly in this universe, and Sua? An abomination of such a cruel nature, an abomination Mizi wanted to hide away just for herself.
Both of their mouths went dry.
Mizi didn't care about the steps back Sua took. In three long strides, Mizi embraced her, pinning her in her arms, leaving no room for her to escape. She knew she was immune after an incident months ago; even if she weren't, if it was Sua infecting her, she would accept it, she would let it infect all her organs if it meant having Sua all to herself.
She would live in utter misery if it meant having Sua.
Sua knew something was wrong; her Mizi wasn't like this, hadn't been like this for a long time.It had been years since Mizi had truly held her... Her arms hesitated for half a second before wrapping around Mizi's waist, allowing herself to fall deeper into that abyss that had consumed her in the past.
Sua's thoughts raced: I want her, an insatiable thirst running down the depths of my throat. A thirst as vast as the abyss, as if I were slowly succumbing to that nature.
Mizi took the first step, and Sua followed, it wasn't hostile at first. Their lips met in a kiss. It wasn't gentle. It was rough, aggressive, as if quenching a desperate need. It carried passion, the raw necessity to feel something again. Mizi's lips hurt Sua's, her teeth scraping skin, biting hard enough to draw blood. It was disgusting, even immoral, but Mizi didn't care. It was a far cry from the gentle, loving kisses they used to share in the distant past.
Mizi's thoughts were clear: I need her. I will take care of her. I will keep her.
Mizi was selfish; she didn't want anyone else to have her Sua. She wanted her attention, her affection, and wanted to monopolize her completely.
She held her as if she were the most important thing in the universe, and to Mizi, she was.
Mizi didn't just feel love; she felt hunger. A deep hunger that confused desire with possession,affection with consumption.
The long hair reminded her of a distant past: she remembered the jealousy she felt over the attention insects gave her Sua.
Sua, in turn, wanted to devour Mizi bit by bit. She wanted to pamper her, not to please her, but to soften her up. Like seasoning meat before a banquet.
Because in the end, neither of them just wanted each other. They wanted to consume each other. After all, what is love if not the capacity to consume and be consumed?
Exhibited emotions are most commonly an omen of weakness. Mizi was strong, and the strong know it is better not to display passion or excitement vibrantly. But when an animal goes hunting for food, is it really shocking that its stomach aches upon seeing its wounded prey? Is it really shocking for a predator to be amused by its prey opening its own stomach for consumption?
Sua's back struck the vanity table with a muted thud, their lips separating—bruised lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering in their mouths. Mizi leaned down slightly, just enough for her face to be inches away from Sua's pale neck—the area not yet touched by infection.
She took in her scent before kissing it, a touch that began subtly but quickly turned into a bite. Sua grabbed the short strands of Mizi's hair, pulling them, though not enough to push her away—it felt more like an encouragement. Mizi bit harder, her teeth sinking into the skin, loosening her grip only when she tasted that metallic flavor that would make anyone else nauseous.
"Mizi..." Sua groaned, her gloved hand still in Mizi's hair, her legs trembling. That all-too-familiar sensation was already blooming between her legs. Her pupil remained heart-shaped, her legs weakening further while her neck fell victim to the woman's assault.
Mizi's hands explored her body with familiarity, her thigh resting between Sua's legs to provide support.
Even then, Mizi didn't want her to put too much weight on that necrotic leg.
Her hands squeezed her, almost as if trying to ensure this was real, that it wasn't a hallucination or a dream.
It was real, very real. A faint surge of jealousy hit her: Did the Mizi of this universe do this to Sua too? A bitter taste rose in her mouth, and no, it wasn't from having her mouth on Sua's neck seconds ago.
Was she really jealous of a version of herself she didn't even know?
The thought almost made her laugh.
Mizi gasped with a groan when she finally realized the pressure in her pants. She was hard as hell, and that thought killed her self-jealousy right then and there. Mizi gently squeezed Sua's waist, careful despite her urge to break her and keep her all for herself. She was still a zombie, and her body was likely far more fragile to the touch.
Mizi knew she was the only one who would care for her properly.
The only one who deserved to care for her, the only one who deserved to look at her longer than necessary.
She sighed, her fingers tracing the back of the dress to find the fastener. Her brow furrowed when she found the hairpin holding the fabric against her skin. She wondered who the bastard was that did that, something she would worry about later. Gently, she pulled the metal out of the necrotic skin, watching the fabric fall to Sua's feet.
Even with the infection, Sua was still breathtaking.
Mizi could stare at her for hours without tiring of the view, but she was never one to admire only from afar. She needed to consume, to sink her teeth in and claim this new territory for herself.
Her hands moved up Sua's body slowly, her palms cupping her small-to-medium breasts, they fit perfectly in her hands. Mizi smiled, her eyes hazy with arousal. Her fingers brushed against her nipples, stimulating them, wanting to elicit more of those beautiful noises Sua made in response to the touch. How she had missed this.
"Mizi... hurry up with this." Sua's voice broke the sequence of groans, her tone a pitch lower,almost raspy. As expected, even she was an anxious little thing.
Mizi gasped, her hands falling from those perfect breasts to the waistband of her own pants. Her trembling fingers moved to the button, unfastening it with slight difficulty before sliding down to the zipper, pulling it down hurriedly. Her pants fell to mid-thigh, more than necessary.
Mizi's dick could barely fit inside her underwear, the tip slipping out over the elastic band. It was red and leaking pre-cum. Ever since Sua died, and after arriving in this universe, Mizi had never touched another woman like this.
"Fuck..." Mizi groaned, closing her eyes for a brief moment as she felt Sua's hand wrap around her hardness. It had been so long she had almost forgotten the feeling. She forced her eyes open, she wouldn't miss a single second of this.
Sua pressed her palm firmly, a small smile appearing on her lips at the reactions she drew from Mizi. It had been so long. Not wanting to waste another moment, she quickly pulled down the fabric of Mizi's underwear.
The dick popped out. Sua blinked her single eye, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her bruised lips. It didn't take long for her hand to wrap around the base, her fingers, still covered by the glove, gently squeezing. Unhurriedly, she stroked upward, her thumb pressing against the head, smearing more of the leaking fluid.
"Does it feel good, Mizi?" she asked, her voice low and restrained despite her own arousal. Her clitoris throbbed, her white panties, which matched the dress, now soaked.
"So good," Mizi muttered in response, her hands resting beside Sua's body, using the vanity table as support. Her hips shifted forward, an involuntary movement, but welcomed by both.
"You can be rough," Sua said, squeezing the base of her dick once more. "I won't break."
That statement seemed to flip a switch in Mizi's mind. She didn't need to hold back.
Just as she wanted to crush, Sua wanted to be crushed.
Mizi stepped back just enough to turn Sua around, placing her back against her chest and facing the vanity table's wide mirror. Once again pressed flush against her body, Mizi's breasts rested against Sua's back, her dick pressed against the woman's buttocks.
"So beautiful..." Mizi choked on her own groan; she could hardly believe this was actually happening. She used her right hand to position her penis, guiding it toward Sua's drenched entrance. She bit Sua's shoulder with considerable force, her eyes nearly rolling back at the feeling of the head against her entrance.
Sure, she was a zombie, but who cared?
Sua rested her elbows on the smooth surface of the table, her legs spread to receive Mizi. Mizi's eyes drifted to the reflection in the mirror, wanting to capture every single expression on Sua's face.
Mizi couldn't take it anymore; in one single thrust, she penetrated her completely.
Both groaned at the impact. Sua was so wet that Mizi had no trouble sinking all the way in. Sua's legs buckled, her inner walls quivering as she adjusted to the stretch. Mizi held her waist for leverage, gripping tightly as she began to move. Her hips moved forward and back, pounding hard against Sua. The small dressing room filled with the wet sound of skin against skin and Sua's delicious groans.
When Sua's head tilted back, Mizi reached up to grab her black hair, tied in a makeshift ponytail, pulling it so Sua couldn't take her eyes off the reflection.
The view was the most profane painting of lust Mizi could ever conceive in her mind, and she adored it greedily. Sua's head was thrown back slightly, her face a masterpiece of stoicism now flushed with heat, her lips parted to let the groans escape. Neither had any intention of quietening down.
"You feel so good to me..." Mizi whispered, the sensation of being squeezed by Sua indescribable. "So wet." Mizi didn't slow her rhythm, her pelvis slamming into Sua's ass, each thrust pushing her body forward.
The sweet taste of arousal on Sua's tongue made her crave more. Arousal and desire, she wanted to be ruined by that sweet, cruel woman. Her thighs trembled, tears gathering at the corner of her eye as every thrust hit deep and hard.
"Mizi, Mizi..." Sua groaned, and Mizi let out a hum of approval. Sua was going crazy under this sudden authority and dominance; always used to taking care of her Mizi, she wasn't accustomed to being reduced to nothing.
Mizi slightly loosened the death grip on Sua's waist, but didn't let go of her hair, continuing to fuck her as if she were made for it.
Mizi cast a quick glance around, her eyes landing on a small couch in the corner of the room,but soon choked on her own groan when Sua pushed her hips back hard, taking her even deeper.
"Fuck..." the curse escaped Mizi's lips automatically. Sua's face contorted in pure pleasure, her back arched beautifully. She rolled her hips unevenly, demanding more of Mizi and everything she had to offer. "God, you're nothing but a needy bitch," Mizi said, and that seemed to be the trigger for Sua.
Tears ran down her cheek, her thighs trembling as Mizi hit a sensitive spot inside her.
Sua was a complete mess, fluids dripped from her with every stroke, forming a small pool beneath them. Sua was close, so close, and Mizi realized it. Smiling, Mizi let go of her waist and slid her hand down. Almost roughly, her thumb began massaging her swollen clitoris.
It took only a few more thrusts for Sua to unravel around her dick, soaking Mizi's skin pressed against her rear in an almost pornographic fashion while still filled to the hilt. Mizi waited a few seconds before beginning to move like a beast in heat, finally letting go of her hair to bury her face in Sua's neck. Her hands gripped the woman's hips as she intensified her thrusts, chasing her own peak.
Sua tightened around her as she felt the dick pulse inside her, her inner walls vibrating with every thick surge of cum that filled her. Mizi shivered but didn't pull out, wanting to leave Sua overflowing with her seed.
The thought made her gasp, but as soon as she felt Sua's body go limp in her hands, she carefully withdrew. The wet sound that followed was intensely erotic, a thick thread of fluid bridging Sua's entrance and Mizi's semi-erect shaft.
The sudden emptiness almost brought tears to Sua's eyes once more, her core pulsing rhythmically around nothing, still dripping her own juices mixed with Mizi's cum. There wasn't much time to think before Mizi gently lifted her, taking her bad leg into consideration and carried her to the couch. With gentleness, Mizi laid her on the cushions, spread her legs, and knelt between them. Sua let out a sigh of relief as she lay down, finally able to rest her legs.
Mizi's eyes were fixed on the well-used core, a proud smile spreading across her face at the mess she had made. Her right hand reached down into that wetness, penetrating her with her middle and ring fingers. Sua groaned at the intrusion as Mizi gave slow, shallow thrusts before pulling out.
She spread her fingers, thin strings of moisture connecting them. It dripped down her knuckles and wrist, accompanied by a charming smile and eyes dancing with joy, eyes looking at Sua filled with lust and intoxication, taking in the sight of her. Mizi brought her slick fingers to her mouth,licking them like a hungry dog, licking them clean while using her other hand to grab Sua's neck, squeezing gently.
Her fingers tightened around her throat, her eyes fixed on the face of the one she loved so much. Her hand traveled down across her breasts, her abdomen, opening her wet fingers inside her own mouth and sliding her tongue between them. Once her thirst was slaked, she pulled her fingers out and grabbed Sua's good thigh.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out," Mizi gasped, her voice assertive, her shaft resting against Sua's used entrance, her hand on her thigh sliding down to the back of her knee, lifting her leg to rest it over her shoulder. "Until you're nothing but a mess in my hands... until you can't take anymore, until you're crying and sobbing." With that, Mizi penetrated her once more.
Sua tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out; she choked on her own groans. With her hands on Mizi's shoulders, Sua tried to support herself, but it was useless. Mizi rode in and out relentlessly fast, creating delicious friction for both of them, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Every stroke drew a loud groan and a sharp gasp whenever Mizi hit the right spot repeatedly, as if knowing exactly what Sua needed.
Mizi's size didn't matter to Sua, who felt even tighter after her recent climax, but none of that mattered.
The pain was simply an extension of pleasure, and Sua was wet enough to absorb everything Mizi offered her.
Mizi's right hand reached for Sua's face, landing a gentle slap on her cheek before grabbing her by the chin. "Open," she commanded, waiting for Sua to obey, which she did promptly.
Seeing Mizi so authoritative made her clitoris throb. Mizi stared at her hungry, needing to lean down slightly. Her hip movements slowed for a second before she spat onto Sua's tongue. And Sua? She closed her mouth and swallowed, accepting everything Mizi offered like a starving animal.
"Fuck..." Mizi felt her breathing grow even heavier. Her movements intensified, thrusting violently, pounding into Sua as if her life depended on fucking this woman. Groans, gasps, and sobs escaped Sua's mouth repeatedly, and Mizi swallowed every sound.
Sua was so fucked out that her head rolled against the couch upholstery, drool spilling from her lips onto her chin. "Mizi... Mizi! Fuck... don't stop, don't... please." That was all Sua could manage between her groans. Her body was limp, completely at the mercy of Mizi's touch, who pinched her nipple roughly, loving the way that pain transformed into pleasure.
Sua's stomach knotted, her thigh trembling. She fought to keep her eye open, but it was futile;her body was completely overwhelmed with sensation, and God, she was right where she wanted to be.
And Mizi? Mizi loved defiling her goddess.
Sua tried to warn her, but the words died as Mizi drove her dick in hard, the final trigger needed to send her over the edge. Her groan caught in her throat as her walls clamped down on Mizi's shaft as if trying to milk every last drop. Her eyes closed; she was a complete mess as she came for the second time, thoroughly soaking the cushions beneath them.
Mizi bit her lip until it hurt, her hips giving out as her dick pulsed desperately once more. Mizi trembled as she came, filling the already full core once again with her seed, marking her as hers, claiming her territory.
Mizi carefully lifted Sua's leg off her shoulder, well aware that this Sua was extremely fragile to the touch. The last thing she wanted was her Sua missing a leg…
"Sua..." Mizi whispered affectionately, lying down on top of Sua without placing her full weight on her, hugging her tightly. She wouldn't let her go. She wouldn't share her.
After helping Sua clean up and get dressed, making a mental note to find something more comfortable for her, Mizi followed her outside.
"Sua... where are we going?" she asked, following her like a loyal puppy. She wouldn't abandon her, and after asking Sua to come back to her place, Sua had asked to bring something along. Mizi just hadn't imagined that "something" would be her.
Sua opened the door carefully. The area was isolated, almost as if people were afraid of a more aggressive contamination.
"Mizi..." Sua whispered softly, though she wasn't sure which one of them she was speaking to.
Mizi's expression immediately darkened. Ah. So that was her of this universe? She crossed her arms, watching Sua approach that body bound to a metal bar with delicate ribbons.
"We can't leave her here, Mizi," Sua said, looking back at the standing woman, her single eye almost pleading. Just as she desired one, she wouldn't leave the other behind for someone else to take possession of what she considered hers.
Mizi sighed, looking at her alternate self, missing her eyes and nose. She didn't seem particularly intelligent or conscious compared to Sua, a thought that almost made her laugh.
There was no way she could lose to a brainless version of herself, right?
"Alright, Sua... we'll do whatever you want." Mizi smiled. It didn't matter; she would have her Sua all to herself.
Mizi was radiant when she returned to the base in her own universe to meet Hyuna. Hyuna, for her part, looked intrigued and slightly nauseous, but none of that mattered to Mizi. Mizi was with Sua.
The girl Hyuna knew from magazines and television shows, one of the aliens' favorites and the model pet. Except now? A nearly... rotten version of her.
"Mizi... when I told you to bring back something useful..." Hyuna began, unsure how to proceed. In the end, she just sighed and shrugged. "Does she bite?" she asked, resting her hand on her chin, leaning in to observe the girl who, even infected, still possessed an undeniable charm.
"I don't bite..." Sua said calmly. Behind her stood the Mizi of that alternate universe, held by Sua via a delicate satin ribbon tied around her wrist. Hyuna seemed to notice, the color draining from her face for a moment. She blinked, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
The only demand from this Mizi? Keep her zombie version tethered so she wouldn't wander around the base and get lost. She didn't want Sua trailing after her.
"I'm... well, I'm going somewhere else. Keep your macabre self isolated.. I'll see if we can at least reconstruct her face..." Hyuna said, taking a few steps back before turning around completely.