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POV Isao Tsumugi
With a sigh, I made my way down to the first floor, which was… empty.
I noticed most people were loitering around the ground floor, and after a moment's thought, I could understand why. Over the last two days, they'd been thrust into the center of a zombie apocalypse; seeing all this shit, they must be terrified of being left alone anywhere.
Shoving my hand into my pocket, I felt the crinkling paper touch the slightly rough skin of my palm. I tried to recall exactly what I needed to get from the clinic without pulling out the note, treating it like a little mental game.
While I was preoccupied with that, I didn't realize I'd reached the exit doors of the Mall. Once I stepped outside, I pulled my hand out of my pocket and looked around, hoping to spot someone I could notify that I was heading beyond the walls on business.
Scanning the area, I first noticed Takashi and Hisashi talking to some guy. I headed toward them at a leisurely pace, still looking around, but I didn't see anyone else—even though Yuriko and Kiriko were supposed to be prepping for their missions.
"Yo, guys!" I gave a casual wave near my head as I approached.
They simply nodded in greeting, while the man with them hesitated for a second before giving a slight bow.
"Hello, Isao-sama." Takashi and Hisashi looked on with a hint of awkwardness, but I took it as my due. There's no point in trying to convince everyone not to call me "Master" since… well, I was their master.
"Aha." I nodded to the man and then looked at my friends. "So, what are you guys up to?"
"We were… discussing why some cars are working and some aren't. Taro-san is quite experienced in this, you know?" Takashi looked at the man, Taro, with a smile full of trust, and I had no reason to doubt him.
"Oh, what I said is common knowledge for any specialist who loves their craft. There's no need to praise me, but thank you anyway, Takashi." He looked gratefully at Takashi, while I considered something… maybe give him power? Nah, later. I didn't have the energy right now to deal with explaining how it all works.
"Takashi," I said, catching the attention of my old friend—who was practically a younger brother. "I came over to tell you one thing: I'm going outside the walls for a bit. Tell Yuriko and Kiriko-san to wait until I get back before they head out on their missions."
"What? What are you talking about?" Takashi looked at me with confusion, as did the other two.
"I mean I need to grab some things nearby. Just notify them that they shouldn't leave the Base yet." He stared at me for a few seconds, connected the dots, and nodded.
"Alright, I'll tell them. But… be careful, Isao." He spoke as I walked past him. I just gave him a wave without looking back, feeling their eyes on my spine for a while longer.
Approaching the wall that had been built an hour or so ago, I examined it closely. From what I could tell, it was made of cement, asphalt, and a few other miscellaneous materials. Generally, it would hold up against a standard zombie swarm, which was enough for us. I or Yuriko would handle any mutated ones.
Now, the question: should I just create metal constructs to climb the wall, or just jump and pull myself up? I could certainly do the latter, but… why not the former? Just build an improvised ladder. Besides, I didn't really feel like getting covered in dust and asphalt crumbs.
Snap.
With a snap of my fingers, simple metal steps began to manifest out of thin air, sinking deep into the wall so they wouldn't bend under my weight. As I finished the ladder, I felt a portion of my energy drain away.
There's that, too. I need to figure out exactly how these powers work and where this "life force" or whatever it is comes from—the fuel we all use for our abilities.
Quickly crossing to the other side of the wall, I looked around. Casting aside any thoughts not related to situational awareness, I headed in the right direction. I wanted to walk a bit, breathe some fresh air, and just take in this new world. It would likely be unrecognizable in a few months, if not weeks.
Yeah… it really was devastating. Probably over 75% of the population was already dead, turned into zombies, or worse. Most of them were the elderly—like that couple in the medical bay—or just children and infants. It was… honestly sickening.
"..."
Regardless… I have to take care of those I can take care of right now. There's no sense worrying about those I can't save; it's already too late for them.
With those thoughts, I made my way toward my destination, killing every zombie I encountered along the way. They didn't even have a chance to get close. A metal sphere would punch through their flesh and bone, leaving them to collapse as useless heaps of meat.
"Tch…"
Disgusting. The smell coming off them was nauseating—a sickly-sweet, rotting stench that made you want to gag but wouldn't let you. Thank god I don't have a Trait that enhances my sense of smell yet. If I did, I'd have dropped dead long ago.
POV Saki Yoshida
Saki sat on the toilet lid, legs spread wide, her panties hanging off one foot while her skirt lay somewhere on the floor.
The stall door was locked. She was in a restroom that was practically the furthest one from where the rest of the people were gathered. She was here because…
She was burning up!
Her entire body was aching with the desire to be thoroughly fucked. It was happening against her will; her body had simply become this way after years under Shido's "guidance."
Her index and middle fingers were deep inside her cunt, while her thumb circled her clitoris, but none of it was helping. It only made her finger herself more frantically.
Her legs were trembling, and the sound of her masturbating was loud enough for anyone in the restroom to hear, but she didn't care. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the unquenchable fire of arousal consuming her, nearly driving her into a fit.
Her white shirt was plastered to her skin with sweat. Her right hand continued to play roughly with her own pussy, like the slut she was… She hated it, but she couldn't stop. She hated the fact that she might appear before her Lord in such a repulsive state; He would surely recoil in disgust.
But she couldn't help herself. She closed her eyes and forced her imagination to work, deceiving her mind with the illusory image of her Lord being the one playing with her body. It was easier that way.
Easier than resisting her own nature—a nature Shido had forged in her, defiling not just her body but her mind. It was just easier to push the fact that she was a cock-hungry slut into the deep recesses of her mind and imagine that her body always belonged to only one man: a man divinely beautiful and kind.
She pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy and began to trace circles around it, smearing her fluids over the soft skin around her hole, feeling herself rapidly approaching the climax.
And just as she was seconds away from finishing this pathetic act, she heard the restroom door open with a quiet creak and close with a moderate thud.
Her left hand immediately clamped over her mouth as she tried to breathe as silently as possible. Her whole body froze in terror that someone would find her here and… she would just be humiliated even more than usual.
The footsteps of the person who had entered tapped against the tile. She heard them enter the stall next to hers. The rustle of fabric followed, and a few seconds later, the sound of the very reason the person was there.
For a moment, her mind went blank, entering that same trance-like state she often fell into when her body was too desperate. Her fingers began to move around her pussy of their own accord while she listened to the girl in the next stall.
It felt as though everything—the sounds, the sensation of fingers on skin—had faded into the background. Her mind was simply numb with arousal. That's why she nearly jumped out of her skin when her stall door suddenly rattled.
"Hii..!" She let out a quiet whimper of surprise and finished at that exact moment. She immediately pressed her left palm back over her mouth, trying to catch her breath and regain her composure.
The door rattled a few more times as the girl on the other side tried to open it. Saki used her foot to snag her skirt from the floor, lifting her legs onto the toilet lid and grabbing the skirt the second it was within reach.
She tried to breathe as quietly as possible, only through her nose, waiting for the person to leave. Her body, burning with climax, began to slowly cool, her breathing becoming less frantic.
She listened to every rustle and the tap of shoes. The girl in the restroom stood by the door for a while, then gave a loud sigh and headed for the exit. Saki exhaled in relief as she heard the door close. She began to wipe her inner thighs and her entire groin, cleaning up her fluids.
Rising on trembling legs, she pulled on her panties and returned her skirt to its place. She cautiously exited the stall, eyes fixed on the floor as she headed to the sink to wash her hands. She froze the moment she looked up into the mirror.
There, in the reflection, she saw Yuki-san looking at her with a smile—the kind of smile someone gives to those they consider beneath them.
"Hello there, Saki-chan! And here I was wondering why you were being so secretive. You were in here playing with yourself." Yuki-san's voice was playful as she walked toward her.
Saki… she was paralyzed. A shiver ran down her spine at how easily she'd been fooled. Dammit…
"I have an o-o-oh so good proposal for you~ You'll listen to me, won't you?" Yuki-san grabbed her by the shoulders and smiled. Saki felt a cold sweat break out.
God damn it…
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