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    I guess my expectations were a little high.

    I thought I’d be able to find traces of survivors in one or two places, if not many, but it turns out that even though I’ve already searched five places, it’s all in vain.

    ‘but···.’

    If you think about it, isn’t it natural?

    The search did not begin immediately after the zombie outbreak broke out, but only after some time had passed.

    By that time, those who would leave would have left and those who would die would have died.

    Anyway… I didn’t think there was anything I could do at the place I visited this time other than taking pictures and leaving a note with simple information in case someone visited this place for a similar purpose.

    So, I sat down on the dusty sofa and wrote a note saying that I have your daughter with me and if you want to see her, please go somewhere. Chiyo, who had been away for a while, said she would take a look around the house just in case. When he came back, he made an angry expression.

    “No, that’s what I said last time, but can’t I change the content of the note?”

    “What’s wrong with the message?”

    Up until now, I’d always used polite language, but I guess I’m a year older than him anyway. It started to feel a bit bothersome to add that letter at the end of every word, so I naturally stopped talking, but I guess I didn’t feel the change right away.

    Instead of suddenly pointing out why she was speaking informally, Chiyo had an expression on her face asking why she was asking the obvious.

    “You can’t tell if you look at it? I’m taking your daughter with me… You sound like some kind of kidnapper.”

    “But is this true?”

    “Well, that’s…”

    For your information, I had no intention of letting go of the women who were currently under me.

    In an age where people are already in short supply, where else can you find such beauties?

    And more than anything… even if I were to let them out freely, they wouldn’t last long and would end up being a meal for zombies or a slave to marauders. Rather than seeing that happen, it would be better to keep them under me, even if it means getting scolded. Wouldn’t you?

    If you stay under me, at least you won’t feel materially lacking.

    “···Didn’t you say you were your girlfriend?”

    “You’re my girlfriend, right?”

    “If you just listen to what you say, it doesn’t seem like it at all.”

    “That was the standard before the world became like this, and in today’s world, that’s enough for a girlfriend.”

    Was it because he said it like that that he couldn’t bear to refute it?

    Chiyo made a face as if she had chewed something wrong.

    That’s probably true.

    If you want to refute what I said, I’m sure she knows all too well as she has survived alone among zombies and looters.

    How are women treated now?

    Compared to that, the situation of the women under me can be said to be heaven.

    You don’t have to open your vagina and beg for mercy for a piece of bread or a canned food whose expiration date you don’t even know has passed, and you don’t have to stay locked in a room without sunlight.

    There is plenty of food, so you can choose what to eat according to your mood that day, sleep on a very soft bed, and even wash your body every day with just the right amount of hot water…

    Isn’t that almost like a hotel vacation?

    “But I don’t know why I suddenly care about that. Hmm…”

    “Well, what.”

    “No, it’s nothing special, but I was wondering if you were thinking of running for my girlfriend.”

    As if she hadn’t thought about it, Chiyo’s face turned slightly red as soon as those words came out of her mouth.

    Just like a person whose true feelings have been revealed.

    “Oh, no?! Something like that?”

    “Yes, yes, I guess so.”

    “Ssi… No, but why did you speak informally from earlier.”

    Since I don’t have anything to say, I’m just touching on past crap…

    By the way, compared to before, I think the sense of intimacy has definitely built up.

    When we had only been together for a short time, he was busy looking at me whenever I did anything, but now I see him secretly showing off his temper.

    As of today, it has already been a week since this strange companionship continued.

    That’s enough to build a sense of familiarity.

    Well, actually, I think it was more effective to wash my body in warm water yesterday than for that reason.

    Since I’ve been living alone up until now, I didn’t even have time to wash my body leisurely, so I guess I just took a shower or used something like a wet towel, but what happened when I ended up soaking in a bathtub full of hot water?

    You must have experienced the sensation as if all the fatigue that had been accumulating in your body without you knowing it was melting away in an instant.

    And if that’s the case, it was completely understandable that he became a little lax in that way.

    I probably would have done the same if I were in his shoes.

    ‘by the way···.’

    Is it because the sticky feeling has completely disappeared thanks to washing my body cleanly?

    I had a feeling she was cute before, but now that I see her, she is truly a beautiful girl.

    Among pretty girls, should I say that she is the kind of girl who makes you want to tease her with your cock until she cries?

    In addition, her breasts are quite large, and her buttocks are so big that they can fit in your hand if you hold them with your hands…

    “It might be a bit creepy…”

    “What?”

    “Ah, I wonder how long it is until we arrive.”

    “···As soon as this straight road ends, it will be right away.”

    Huh, look at this?

    He clearly heard what I said, and even immediately realized that it was aimed at him, but he pretended not to hear it like this.

    I’m going to pretend like I don’t know this, so it’s a signal for you to use your wits about me, right?

    If that’s the case, there’s nothing we can do.

    If you really want to be my new girlfriend, I have no choice but to do as you wish.

    The problem, of course, is where and how to eat it…

    Are there any love hotels around here?

    I heard Japanese love hotels are that good.

    *****

    At that very moment, Su-hyeon’s eyes, who had been abstinent for nearly a week and finally succeeded in capturing a new prey, began to take on an insidious color.

    What was Reina, the former student council president and heir to the Arisukawa family, who suddenly became one of Su-hyeon’s many girlfriends…?

    “That’s all for today, let’s take a rest.”

    “But there are still some things left to clean up…”

    “···Can’t we just clean that up tomorrow? Since the world has become like this, all that’s left is time.”

    “Well, that’s true too.”

    After intense negotiations(?) with Soo-hyeon, he was attempting to farm with the women who had decided to accept him into the bunker.

    In fact, to put it in a grandiose way, the size of the farm itself was not much different from the weekend farms run by seniors.

    Still, everyone was quite enthusiastic…

    The reason was simple.

    First of all… there was nothing to do.

    When I had just entered the secret bunker hidden in the basement of the academy under the guidance of Suhyun and Raina, I was so entranced by its grandeur that I was busy looking around, but I only spent a day or two looking around like that, and I stayed in the bunker for three days. Because after the first year, I started to get sick of it.

    However, while spending time doing something else, for example, using the various entertainment facilities provided in the bunker, the presence of Su-hyeon, who set out on an extremely dangerous journey to check on her family’s well-being, made me nervous like a fish thorn stuck in my neck. It was written.

    Thanks to this, Su-hyeon’s childhood friend, a child named Juri, came up with a solution as she was unable to do either this or that.

    Looking at it, it seemed like there was a facility for growing something on one side of the bunker, and since it was like this, he wondered if it would be a good idea to try growing vegetables or something.

    And thanks to Yukiko, who was a literature teacher, responding to Juri’s opinion and stepping forward by revealing that her original family was in fact a farming family… the farming project began.

    The farming project that started like that had an unexpected effect… After the project started, everyone’s expressions became noticeably brighter and their behavior became more lively.

    In the meantime, there were quite a few people who were depressed knowingly or unknowingly, but since they were given a lot of things to do at a certain point, there was no time to be depressed, but it became natural.

    Of course, farming wasn’t as easy as I thought.

    Although they were fully stocked with tools, Yukiko was the only one with farming experience, and although she only had farming experience, she couldn’t handle things like agricultural machinery at all, so she had no choice but to solve everything from start to finish with human resources.

    Nevertheless, the reason everyone moved without saying a word was because of the pride we felt in the fact that we were growing our own food.

    Thanks to this, everyone was heavily immersed in farming… and there was someone who was in trouble, and that was none other than Raina.

    She was also in favor of farming.

    The family has stored up as much food as possible in the bunker, but that won’t last forever.

    In that sense, trying to cultivate when she had free time was a desirable action to say the least, but the problem was that her current condition was not normal.

    On the way back after finishing work in the afternoon.

    Raina’s gait, which had seemed perfectly normal until she walked down the hallway, became extremely unstable as soon as she entered the room that could be said to be her own space.

    It had no choice but to be like that.

    From her point of view, there was nothing she could do… because pretending to be fine and like nothing was going on was reaching her limits.

    It tickled.

    My butt hole was strangely sensitive… I felt like I was going crazy.

    “Hugh···❤️”

    Yoon Soo-hyun, you son of a bitch… What on earth did you do to my ass…❤️

    “Ah…?!”

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