Ch.160Chapter 20. Patriot (12) – Some Expressions Modified

I was bitten. Cassandra was. It was as if someone had poured white paint into my head, leaving me unable to think. Yet my body was already opening my bag and taking out the first aid kit.

“Cassandra, disinfection first!”

Cassandra removed her jacket and extended her bitten arm toward me. I ripped her sleeve open with my hunting knife, disinfected it with alcohol, and applied Kibele Company’s healing ointment. The wound healed quickly.

“Johan. Give me the knife. And keep watch around us.”

Cassandra didn’t panic. She covered her right hand with her jacket, gripped the knife, and approached the zombie with the hole in its forehead.

“Cassan…”

Thunk.

I didn’t have time to speak. Cassandra drove the knife deep between the zombie’s ribs. The zombie’s body twitched, then squirmed before going limp.

“What are you doing?”

“Collecting samples, of course.”

Cassandra didn’t even look at me. She cut off a piece of zombie flesh and tossed it into her water bottle. She wiped the knife on the ground and discarded her soiled jacket. Is this the composure someone bitten by a zombie could show?

“Grrrk, kyaaak.”

The smell of blood was overwhelming, and zombies were gathering because of the gunshots. Even with a silencer, it couldn’t completely block the sound.

“Cassandra, let’s head back.”

“No.”

Cassandra shook her head.

“Johan. I need to perform one more emergency procedure. Let’s find a safe place to go inside for a moment. We don’t have much time, so hurry.”

“Are you getting a fever?”

“Of course I’m heated up because I’m excited.”

Rather than arguing with the doctor, it seemed better to find a safe place.

I jumped up and down to look over the fence. I ruled out houses with broken windows and open entrances. Houses with boarded-up windows and drawn curtains were also out. Those preparations meant the occupants had decided not to leave, so there might be traps.

But it became difficult to continue searching, so I just entered the sixth house. It was a two-story building, so blocking the stairs would somehow prevent access. The front door was intact, but a window was broken. I reached through the broken gap to unlock it.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Of course, the alarm went off. These devices have batteries, so they keep making noise even when the power is out. I went ahead and opened the door to enter.

“B-but all the zombies will come here!”

Cassandra seemed very flustered, her earlier composure nowhere to be found.

“That’s the point.”

Fortunately, the house was empty. Though there were clear signs of looting, I frantically opened drawers with a glimmer of hope. I found a matchbox and immediately set fire to the curtains.

“Cassandra, bring the bicycle over!”

Realizing my intention, Cassandra placed the bicycle next to the sofa. Then she also took matches and set fire to other curtains and furniture. Now the fire was spreading to the walls.

“Let’s go!”

Going out to the road would be insane, so we ran toward the fence of the neighboring house. Using the various junk in the yard as footholds, we climbed over the fence.

“Kyaak!”

I shot my submachine gun at two zombies wandering in the yard. With the anti-theft alarm and fire alarm blaring, the gunshots weren’t even noticeable. We needed to get as far away from the noise and flames as possible, so we shot, ran, and climbed.

“Wait.”

I spotted a small shed at the fifth house. It seemed to have been used as a workshop, with tinted windows. About the size of a small room. I lifted the window, which creaked as it rose. When I opened it, there was a strong smell of dust, gasoline, and glue, but no zombies.

“Let’s catch our breath here.”

Cassandra and I entered the shed, and I lowered the window. It seemed the previous owner had run a small woodworking shop here. Various carving knives, half-whittled pieces of wood, and shelves covered with sawdust were all coated in a layer of dust.

“Huk… cough…”

Cassandra was so exhausted she could barely breathe, and my legs were becoming increasingly stiff. The pain in my lower back seemed to be spreading to my legs.

“Jo-Johan, I’m sorry. I got bitten…”

Cassandra bit her lower lip. I shook my head.

“No, it’s my fault. I was careless. I didn’t think the zombies here would be so unusual. A zombie pretending to be dead and ambushing us…”

I’d seen zombies appear at respawn points before, but never one that pretended to be a corpse and then attacked. It had been discussed as a way to increase difficulty but was rejected because “it would require too much unnecessary attention.” So I hadn’t been paying much attention.

But why here of all places?

No. I need to alleviate Cassandra’s guilt first. That’s the priority. Then we need to get out of here quickly.

“Cassandra. It’s not your fault. If it hadn’t been you, I might have been bitten. Even if Camilla or Leticia had come, they might not have handled this situation properly. So…”

But the more I spoke, the stranger Cassandra’s expression became. She looked at me as if I were saying something completely absurd.

“…Um, I think there’s a misunderstanding… Cassandra was trying to talk about emergency measures. Johan, can you help Cassandra? She needs your help. It might be difficult, so…”

I suppose Cassandra doesn’t really have anything to be sorry about.

“Yeah, what is it? I’ll do whatever I can.”

The howls of zombies could be heard. The smell of gunpowder was getting stronger, and now the scent of blood was added to it. The zombies attracted by the fire and noise seemed to be fighting among themselves.

Cassandra anxiously kept looking at the window and door, then finally shuddered.

“Alright. Johan, listen carefully. The sanitary measures were done relatively quickly. But the zombie’s teeth tore through Cassandra’s clothes and penetrated the skin layer, and there was a little bleeding. Considering zombie oral hygiene, it’s most reasonable to assume Cassandra is infected.”

My heart sank. Though I already knew it, Cassandra coldly stated what I had been trying to avoid saying out loud, like a doctor giving a diagnosis.

“But Cassandra knows someone who carries the most powerful virus she’s ever seen. And that source is right in front of Cassandra. That virus is the most stable and cooperative with its host among all the ones Cassandra has analyzed. It doesn’t cause physical transformation or mutation.”

“You mean the virus in my body?”

Cassandra nodded.

“That’s right. So now we need to inject Johan’s bodily fluids into Cassandra’s body. As quickly as possible, and in large quantities.”

I almost dropped my gun. Thankfully, my finger wasn’t on the trigger. I tried to say something, but Cassandra quickly shook her head to stop me.

“But drinking blood won’t work. Zombies would be attracted by the smell of blood. Above all, it’s not hygienic.”

“Uh, of course.”

“So kissing and exchanging saliva would be good. Even better if you use your tongue.”

Her tone was not much different from saying, “Patient, you have a bad cold. Get an IV and take your prescription medicine regularly.” Cassandra finished speaking quickly, as if not wanting to give me a chance to be flustered.

“Ah, no. That would interfere with keeping watch. Johan, just focus on keeping watch. Cassandra will handle it. Are you ready?”

I was already with my back against the wall, aiming my gun at the door. I was fully prepared. But as soon as Cassandra walked toward me, a problem arose.

“Wait, Cassandra.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“It’s hard to see ahead when we’re kissing.”

The problem was that my vision would be blocked. Cassandra said “Ah” and slightly opened her mouth.

“Oh. I didn’t think of that. Then I’ll postpone transmission through saliva. If neither saliva nor blood works, what’s left is…”

Cassandra looked down at my lower body.

“Cassandra, wait. In this situation…?”

“No. Sexual intercourse is out of the question.”

Cassandra was remarkably calm. Her tone remained flat. It would show more emotion if she were saying “This is a bit expensive, so I’ll choose that one” at a supermarket.

“Traditional intercourse with genital insertion causes pain in the lower body, which makes normal walking and running difficult. There’s also the risk of unwanted pregnancy. But we need to absorb semen… through the mouth.”

“Um, wait a minute.”

Cassandra tilted her head and looked at me. My face was burning red, but Cassandra herself seemed emotionless, which made me a bit angry. What is this, am I overreacting?

“…I haven’t washed and I’ve sweated a lot. It’s too dirty for oral.”

“Oh, is that so? We can solve that. Hmm, could you sit on that shelf over there? That height seems right.”

All sorts of strange thoughts came to mind, but I did as I was told. The anxious one must be Cassandra herself. Considerable time had passed since she was bitten, and she had even been running around. That means the virus would have spread through her bloodstream.

Right. Saving a person is what matters. Embarrassment comes second. I sat on the shelf as instructed. It was about desk height, but I could put my gun down for a moment, so there were pros and cons. Cassandra sat in a chair and looked up at me.

“Johan. This is a serious question. Answer without lying.”

“Okay.”

“Will your motor functions, like walking and running, be unaffected after ejaculation?”

“They will be!”

“Do you currently have any pain in your lower back or limitations in movement of your lower body or legs?”

“I had a cramp earlier, but I’m fine now! And whatever it is, do it quickly!”

“Then I’ll take that as consent to the treatment.”

Cassandra unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear.

At that moment, a roar was heard nearby. Thump, thump, thump, the ground shook. The small shed trembled from the loud explosion and vibration.

Cassandra flinched. For a moment, the smell of gunpowder became stronger than the smell of blood. Had a bicycle battery exploded?

“Cassandra, focus on the treatment!”

I urged her. Cassandra nodded and tapped my genitals. It was quite deflated.

“That’s strange. It was erect when we were riding the bicycle together earlier. Hmm…”

I consciously pushed Cassandra away. I focused on the faint “kyaaak” sound. It was hard to tell whether it was coming from a human zombie or an animal zombie.

“Ah. You have temporary impotence due to extreme vigilance and stress. Then I need to provide stimulation.”

Cassandra, still seated in the chair, took off her outer clothing. She also unhooked her large bra, which could cover my face with just one side. Her large, soft breasts, which bounced with the slightest movement, were revealed.

“Johan. You should be watching the door, not Cassandra.”

Guard duty. Guard duty. But those breasts were so large that it was impossible not to look.

“Wh-what are you going to do?”

“Hmm, stimulation?”

Cassandra’s right hand grabbed my genitals. It was neither too firm nor too gentle.

She pulled herself closer to the desk, then lightly pressed the tip of my penis against her small but plump nipples, pressed down, rubbed the tip, and then held still. I could feel her nipples hardening and slightly pressing against my urethra.

Yet her expression remained unchanged. She massaged my testicles lightly with her left hand while pressing the tip of my penis against her breast with her right.

“Good. Fortunately, there’s stimulation.”

Cassandra removed her hands. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pressing her forearms against the sides of her breasts and lifting them from underneath with her hands. Her already large breasts pushed forward. My penis was engulfed between the two large mounds.

Cassandra didn’t apply much force. She just brought her breasts a little closer together and moved her waist up and down and slightly to the side. Yet her massive breasts moved sensitively, shaking my penis around frantically.

“Kkeuk…”

A moan escaped me without my realizing it.

“What, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

Cassandra, startled, removed her arms.

“It’s not that…”

How should I express that the glans was chafing against her skin?

“The skin is rubbing too much.”

“Ah. I’m sorry. We don’t have lubricant.”

“…I’ll just bite on a handkerchief.”

I put a handkerchief in my mouth. This way, even if I moaned, it wouldn’t be too loud.

After thinking for a moment, Cassandra suddenly opened her water bottle, took a drink, and gargled. Of course, it was my water bottle, not hers with the zombie samples.

“Just a moment. For disinfection…”

This time, she took an alcohol swab from the medical kit, sprinkled some water on it to dilute it, and carefully dabbed my member. She was quite delicate; if she had wiped it roughly, it would have stung terribly. It still burned and stung, but doctors don’t seem to care much whether their patients are in pain or not.

This time, she kissed my lower abdomen. My erect penis kept poking her neck, but she didn’t seem to mind. After a while, she went “beh” and dripped the saliva she had gathered in her mouth onto the glans. Something hot and slippery flowed down.

“Okay, I’ll continue.”

Bang!

This time it was certain. The sound came from a nearby wall. Cassandra tried to turn around, but I grabbed her shoulder. She understood and nodded deeply.

She pulled the chair even closer and wrapped her breasts more deeply around my member. Each time she moved her breasts, they made slapping sounds as they hit my thighs. My hips involuntarily bucked, and Cassandra pressed her upper body against my thighs.

“Keuheuk!”

I desperately held onto the gun handle. I had to keep my wits about me. If a zombie broke in, we’d be done for in less than a second. It was difficult with those large breasts bouncing frantically.

“Is it, hard?”

Cassandra’s voice was also excited. Her breasts were getting hotter and hotter. Her hardened nipples had grown much larger. If not for the handkerchief in my mouth, I would have wanted to suck on them right away. Cassandra pressed her side breasts firmly.

“Come here.”

Cassandra looked up at me and pointed to her breasts with her chin. Between her tightly pressed breasts, a long, concave triangular space was visible.

“Come, here.”

Thinking I was distracted, Cassandra emphasized each word. After staying still for a moment, she suddenly shook her breasts. It felt like my spine was on fire, but Cassandra stopped. She stared at me again, and after three seconds, she shook again.

“Mmph!”

My thighs trembled. They were damp with sweat. Cassandra looked up at me again. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. She didn’t move. Why? Suddenly, why?

“Hap.”

Cassandra took it in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and blew hot breath on the glans. Then she went “hwa” and released it. She put it back between her large breasts and frantically slapped them together.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Hurry… here. Here. Here.”

It was like she was chanting a spell. While crushing my penis with her breasts, she placed both palms on my thighs. She extended her thumbs and pressed them against the inside of my thighs, then pushed upward. She pressed hard on the nerve area inside my groin.

Finally, my hips bucked. For a moment, everything went white before my eyes. Something that was neither words nor moans flowed from my mouth.

Cassandra wrapped her fingers around my shaft from the bottom to the top and squeezed upward. She was milking it with force. I could see semen glistening as it flowed between her breasts. She scooped up the semen with her fingers and sucked it. She grimaced but somehow managed to swallow it. Twice, three times… five times.

“Heu, heuweup…”

“You did well.”

Cassandra removed the handkerchief from my mouth. She used it to wipe the rest of her body.

“Huk. Huweup…”

“Here, drink some water.”

Cassandra handed me the water bottle. I drank frantically. The bottle quickly emptied.

“Will this, huff, be enough?”

“The wound has healed completely. Now I have to hope that of the two viruses in my body, yours will be dominant. Thank you for cooperating with the treatment.”

Cassandra gave a faint smile. I felt tired but much lighter. As I was about to pull up my pants, Cassandra stopped me.

“Hmm? We’re not done yet.”

“What?”

“Sweat is also a bodily fluid.”

Cassandra lowered her head and kept kissing and licking my lower abdomen and waist. This caused what was about to go limp to become rigid again. Cassandra’s face softened a bit as she was accidentally poked in the chest.

“Johan. Can you walk without problems if we extract once more?”

I nodded.

If this is what it takes for Cassandra to recover, then so be it.