As soon as they entered the house, Rin, Yume, Hikari, and Miyuki all bolted straight to the bathroom like it was Black Friday.

  Within seconds, the tub was filled, and Miyuki and Hikari were lounging across from each other, heads resting lazily on the edges.

  Hikari let out a moan of pure bliss.

  "Ahh~! This is heaven!"

  Miyuki just gave a lazy "Hmm~," her chest floating proudly above the water.

  Suddenly, Hikari’s eyes gleamed with evil curiosity.

  "Miyuki-sensei... how the hell do you have such monster boobs?"

  Without warning, she launched forward and began gleefully fondling them like a toddler with water balloons.

  Miyuki jolted, moaning out,

  "Hnngh~! Stop— Ahn~!"

  Meanwhile, next to them, Yume and Rin were calmly soaping their bodies.

  Yume sighed.

  "They're too damn carefree..."

  Rin nodded like a wise monk.

  "Yeah..." she said elegantly while lathering herself up—before smirking and groping Yume’s chest casually.

  "But you’ve got a nice body too~"

  Yume yelped, face flushing red. In retaliation, she grabbed a mug of ice-cold water and poured it down Rin’s back.

  Rin’s spine straightened like a board, her boobs bouncing violently from the shock as she let out a surprised moan.

  "Ahn~!!"

  Outside, Arata and Takashi were chilling on the couch.

  Arata sighed.

  "They’re making way too much noise..."

  Takashi nodded seriously.

  "Yup. Wanna be real men and peep?"

  Arata immediately backed away like a coward.

  "Sorry bro. I don’t have a death wish."

  Trying to be useful, they wandered around exploring the building and stumbled upon two large, locked lockers.

  With crowbars they found earlier, they counted down.

  "Three... two... one...!"

  CRASH!

  The lockers flew open.

  Arata’s face went blank.

  Takashi’s eyes sparkled like a kid on Christmas morning.

  "GUNS!!!" Takashi roared.

  He yanked out four weapons, drooling like a man possessed.

  First, he held up a shotgun.

  "This is a Benelli M4 Super 90! Modified, baby!"

  Arata pretended to listen. He really wasn’t.

  Takashi moved on, showing an impressive-looking bow.

  "An Automatic Crossbow! (Let’s call it: The Reaper X-Bow!)!"

  Arata chuckled dryly.

  Takashi then lifted a sniper rifle like it was the Holy Grail.

  "Yo! This is a CheyTac M200 Intervention! Totally illegal here!"

  Arata blinked.

  "If it’s illegal... is Miyuki’s friend in the police or SDF?"

  Takashi shook his head.

  "Maybe a cop. But this thing? You can’t legally assemble it even if you buy parts separately."

  Meanwhile, louder moaning echoed from the bathroom.

  Now Miyuki was retaliating, groping Hikari’s chest instead.

  Hikari moaned.

  "Ahn~! S-Sensei! Stop! Ngh~!"

  At the same time, Yume sneakily groped Rin’s chest from behind.

  "They’re big too~"

  Rin arched her back in surprise.

  "Ahn~ Yume-san!! S-Stop~!"

  Arata facepalmed.

  "They're getting louder..."

  Takashi was still distracted, teaching Arata how to load a shotgun.

  "You load it like this: Pop shells under the receiver, rack it, boom, ready to blast!"

  Arata nodded blankly.

  Soon after, the four girls, freshly bathed and still dripping, strutted out.

  Miyuki skipped up to the top floor.

  "Arataaaa~"

  Arata, poor soul, approached like a clueless lamb.

  "Yeah, Sensei?"

  Without warning, Miyuki pounced, pressing her soft, freshly bathed body against him.

  "Arataaa~ Kiss me please~" she purred—and before he could say anything, she kissed his cheek.

  Arata stood paralyzed, face burning.

  Miyuki then turned to Takashi, giggling.

  "Takashi-kun did a good job too~!"

  She gave him a cheek kiss as well.

  Takashi’s brain completely blue-screened.

  Face bright red, nose spraying blood like a faucet.

  As Miyuki stumbled back toward Arata, she fell asleep mid-walk like a malfunctioning Roomba.

  Arata caught her, lifting her bridal style.

  "I guess she’s just tired..."

  While adjusting her, his hand accidentally groped her butt.

  "AH! S-Sorry Miyuki-sensei!!" he cried out.

  Miyuki only giggled sleepily.

  "Oh~? It's okay Arata-kun~" and instantly passed out again.

  At that moment, Hikari stormed in wearing nothing but a t-shirt and tiny underwear.

  She saw the whole thing.

  "Pervert!" she screeched.

  Arata panicked.

  "I-It was an accident, I swear!"

  Trying to escape death, Arata carried Miyuki downstairs. He spotted Yume sleeping on a couch—wearing an oversized shirt and absolutely nothing underneath.

  Her boobs were basically ready to escape.

  Arata, blushing like crazy, quickly laid Miyuki on a separate couch and fled.

  He rushed to the kitchen—only to freeze.

  Rin was cooking... wearing only an apron and panties.

  She bent over to check the fridge, giving him a perfect, sinful view.

  Arata’s brain fried instantly.

  Rin turned casually, noticing him.

  "Oh hey, Arata! Dinner’s almost ready. Sorry, the clothes were all too big for me... This is all I found~ Too much?"

  Arata looked away, face crimson.

  "Y-Yeah, kinda..."

  Deciding to make it even worse, Rin casually walked over and planted a soft kiss on Arata’s cheek.

  "Sorry. I felt like giving you one~"

  Arata touched his cheek, stunned.

  Before he could reboot, loud screeching echoed through the house:

  "Arata? Arataaa~! Arata!!! Come here, dummy!!"

  Hikari.

  Rin giggled.

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  "Sounds like your girlfriend needs you. Go go~"

  Arata sighed.

  "Y-Yeah... coming..."

  Arata glanced back at Rin one last time.

  "She’s not my girlfriend, you know." He gave a small, awkward smile and headed toward the stairs.

  Rin stood still for a moment, processing his words, her face blank.

  "Oh... so... I..." She trailed off, a little confused, her thoughts racing.

  As Arata reached the second floor, he spotted Hikari sitting on the stairs. A beer bottle dropped from her hand, clinking as it hit the floor.

  Oh, she's drunk, Arata thought.

  He picked it up, sitting beside her with a quiet sigh.

  "Yeah?"

  Hikari stared blankly at the floor before speaking with a tipsy, slurred tone.

  "I wish Riku was here… I miss him! He’d comfort me right now! He’d say sweet things, and it’d be... the best. You never comfort me. Not when I need it."

  Arata’s expression hardened. Why does she have to bring him up now?

  Hikari continued, her voice trembling with emotion.

  "Riku was better than you."

  Arata’s anger flared. Without thinking, he slapped her across the face.

  "Wake the hell up! Riku’s dead! I killed him myself!" he growled. "Stop running from the reality and stop comparing me to him! I have nothing to do with that guy!"

  He stood up, fists clenched, ready to walk away.

  But Hikari, in her drunken stupor, tugged at his sleeve.

  Arata stopped and turned to face her, his chest still heaving.

  Hikari’s face was full of regret.

  "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. But… that’s why I hate you!" she said through gritted teeth, "You’re always so angry!"

  Arata’s patience snapped, and he shoved her back.

  "Stop. Stop comparing me to Riku!" he shouted. "If you really want to die, then go. Leave me the hell alone."

  Hikari’s voice trembled, softer now.

  "I don’t want to die. Please... don’t leave..."

  Arata stood still for a moment, his anger subsiding. He sighed and, with a frustrated grunt, sat down next to her, his hand coming to rest lightly over hers.

  Hikari, still a bit tipsy, glanced up at him, their eyes locking for a moment. Slowly, she leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from his.

  Arata stiffened.

  "Hey! Stop!" he protested, his voice cracking a little.

  Hikari smirked.

  "Why?"

  Arata blushed, clearly uncomfortable.

  "I’ll... I’ll get a boner!"

  Hikari burst out laughing, her drunken giggle infectious.

  Arata couldn’t help but chuckle too.

  Later that evening, Arata and Takashi stood on the balcony, quietly watching the darkening horizon.

  Arata lifted a pair of binoculars and scanned the distant bridge. His eyes narrowed.

  "Wait... there's a reporter… and a crowd? What the hell?"

  He handed the binoculars to Takashi.

  "Turn on the TV. Now."

  Takashi raised an eyebrow.

  "Huh? What's the point? There shouldn't be any signal."

  "Just do it," Arata insisted.

  Takashi took the binoculars and peered at the scene.

  "...Oh."

  He didn’t say another word. He walked inside and turned on the dusty television. Static crackled for a moment—then a fuzzy channel came through.

  On screen, a young news reporter stood before a large crowd, microphone in hand. She spoke shakily:

  "The signal is unstable, but we’re trying to report everything live. As of now, over two million people have died. Countless others are infected. The government... is calling it a 'civil revolt'. But no one knows the real cause."

  She held up a crumpled sheet of paper.

  "We received this document anonymously. It claims the government developed a biological weapon that went out of control."

  Arata’s jaw clenched.

  "A biological weapon...? So this really was manmade. Science fails us again."

  The camera shifted, panning toward the angry crowd behind the reporter. People held signs and posters, shouting furiously:

  "The police are against us!"

  "Stop killing our people!"

  "The government betrayed us!"

  "We must protest! Stop it! Stop it!"

  Their chants grew louder.

  "Stop it! Stop it!"

  "STOP IT! STOP IT!"

  Arata’s hands tightened into fists.

  "These people... they have no idea what they’re up against."

  Takashi gave a dry chuckle.

  "Yeah. Situation’s looking worse than hell itself."

  Arata scanned the dark streets through his binoculars, while Takashi fiddled with the sniper rifle’s scope, admiring it like a kid with a new toy.

  Suddenly, Rin appeared behind them.

  "What are you two doing? Not going to sleep?" she asked, smiling.

  Arata chuckled.

  "Can’t sleep. We’re keeping watch. You should get some rest."

  Rin laughed softly.

  "Alright. Don't stay up too late."

  She turned around to leave—and Takashi immediately nosebled so hard he dropped to his knees.

  Still wearing nothing but an apron and black panties, Rin’s backside was basically a walking heart attack.

  Takashi clutched his chest, grinning like an idiot.

  "O-Oh... sweet mother of mercy..." he mumbled before collapsing dramatically.

  Arata just shook his head and went back to scanning the area.

  Through the binoculars, he spotted something.

  A man, maybe in his 30s, was walking with a small girl—his daughter—beside him.

  "Dad, where's Mom?" the little girl asked.

  "We'll go meet her soon," the man replied, forcing a smile. A wrench dangled from his hand.

  Ahead of them, a few zombies stumbled around. The man quickly pulled his daughter behind a crumbling wall. After the zombies passed, they continued creeping forward.

  Soon, they reached a building with lights still flickering inside. Shadows moved past the windows. Hope lit up the man’s face.

  He opened a loose gate and called out, knocking on the door:

  "Hello? Is anyone there? Please, help us!"

  The lights inside abruptly switched off. Silence.

  Arata gritted his teeth, still watching.

  The man banged harder on the door.

  "Please! At least take my daughter! Please! SAVE HER!"

  Suddenly, the lights flickered back on, and a voice called from inside:

  "Okay! We’ll help you!"

  Relief washed over the man's face.

  He knelt down and smiled at his daughter.

  "We’re safe now."

  But when the door opened—

  —a spear-like stick with a knife tied to the end rammed straight into his chest.

  His eyes widened in shock.

  Standing inside the doorway were a handful of survivors: a man, an old woman, two children, and another woman. The man holding the spear bowed slightly.

  "Sorry."

  The door slammed shut again.

  The wounded man stumbled back, clutching his chest. Blood poured from the wound. He staggered to the side, leaning heavily against the wall. The impact made the iron gate creak open again.

  "Dad...? What happened?" the little girl asked, panic rising.

  The man forced a smile, his voice weak:

  "It’s okay... we’re safe... Just go... hide somewhere, okay?"

  He collapsed. Motionless.

  "Dad? Dad! Wake up! Please wake up!" the girl sobbed, shaking him.

  The sound of her cries drew the undead. Shadows began to gather.

  Watching all this unfold, Arata’s smirk twisted bitterly.

  "Life’s cruel."

  He dropped the binoculars around his neck and stood up.

  "I’m saving that little girl."

  Takashi snapped to attention.

  "Huh?"

  "Look at her! She’s alone!" Arata barked, pointing.

  Takashi’s eyes lit up.

  "Alright! Time to put this bad boy to use!" He patted the sniper rifle. "I’ll cover you from up here! Go get her on your bike!"

  Arata nodded.

  "Thanks, partner."

  Without wasting another second, Arata sprinted downstairs, hopped on his motorcycle, and roared off into the night.

  Takashi adjusted the sniper scope, scoping in and out, trying to perfect his aim.

  Suddenly, Hikari called out, "Oi, Takashi! You seen Arata?"

  Takashi answered casually, "He went down to save a little girl."

  Hikari froze.

  "He what now?!"

  Takashi pointed casually. "Look."

  Hikari peered through the binoculars, eyes widening.

  "That's way too reckless!" she shouted.

  Rin appeared behind them, arms crossed.

  "I think it’s a good time to leave. This place isn’t safe anymore."

  Takashi glanced over—and immediately nosebled again at Rin’s outfit.

  "Huh?!"

  Yume wandered onto the rooftop, half-asleep.

  "Guys... keep it down. I’m trying to sle—"

  She blinked awake.

  "Wait. Leave? So early?"

  Rin nodded.

  "Yeah. It’s getting worse."

  Hikari agreed. "She’s right."

  Yume sighed dramatically.

  "Fine... I’m grabbing Miyuki-sensei. You guys get ready."

  Meanwhile, down at street level—

  Arata skidded his bike to a halt just in time. A zombie lunged at the little girl.

  Without thinking, Arata kicked the bike over, knocking the zombie back into a wall.

  He extended a hand.

  "Come on!"

  The girl hesitated, sobbing.

  "A-Are you a bad guy...?"

  Arata smiled gently.

  "I’m here to help you!"

  More zombies started gathering. Arata fought them off, protecting her.

  "Big brother! Behind you!" the girl screamed, pointing.

  Arata turned—and saw a zombie right at his face.

  BLAM!

  A sniper shot took it down.

  Arata smirked.

  "Thanks, Takashi!"

  From above, Takashi whooped.

  "Woohoo! This thing’s easier than cheating on a math test! But man, it’s barely 100 meters away. Kinda boring."

  Arata crouched beside the girl.

  "What’s your name?"

  Through tears, she stammered, "Sana."

  He extended his hand again.

  "Let’s go, Sana. I’ll get you outta here."

  The little girl grabbed his shirt, sniffling.

  "Big brother... my dad..."

  Arata’s smile faded.

  He glanced at her father’s body, blood pooling beneath him.

  "I see..."

  Quietly, he grabbed a cloth from a nearby pole and covered the man’s face.

  Then he picked a single flower and offered it to Sana.

  "Your dad was the best," Arata said gently. "He protected you with everything he had. Don’t cry for him—live for him."

  Sana sobbed but took the flower, placing it carefully on her father’s chest.

  Then she clung tightly to Arata.

  Arata noticed the growing horde.

  "Crap... we need to move."

  He grabbed her hand, but when he checked his bike—it was wrecked.

  "Tch. Figures."

  Without hesitation, he hoisted Sana onto his back and started moving toward a wall.

  Zombies clawed at them, getting closer.

  Arata gritted his teeth.

  Focus. Focus, damn it!

  Just then, Sana whispered something into his ear.

  Arata’s face deadpanned.

  "...Repeat that?"

  She whimpered, "I... I have to pee..."

  Arata groaned.

  "Can you wait like, five minutes?"

  Sana shook her head violently.

  "I c-can’t! Please, Onee-chan!"

  "Sigh. Fine, just... do it quickly."

  Still carrying her, Arata winced as warm wetness soaked through his shirt.

  "...Gross..." he muttered.

  A zombie grabbed his leg.

  "Dammit!"

  He kicked it away, barely keeping his balance on the wall.

  Sniper flashes from above helped thin the crowd.

  "Thanks again, Takashi!" Arata shouted.

  But it wasn’t enough. The swarm kept growing.

  Meanwhile, up at the building—

  Rin, Hikari, and Yume scrambled toward the armored vehicle.

  Yume dragged Miyuki-sensei along—who was completely topless.

  Hikari blushed furiously.

  "M-Miyuki-sensei! Clothes!!"

  Miyuki blinked lazily.

  "Ohhh. That’s why I felt cold."

  She disappeared inside the building and returned properly dressed.

  Miyuki hopped into the driver's seat.

  "Alright, everyone! Get in!"

  Yume gritted her teeth.

  "Wait! Takashi’s still up there! TAKASHI! MOVE YOUR BUTT!"

  Takashi raced down the stairs, arms full of four guns.

  Hikari and Yume gawked.

  Takashi shrugged.

  "Couldn’t leave my precious babies behind!"

  He leapt into the back, popped open the gunner hatch, and aimed the shotgun out.

  "START THE DAMN CAR!!"

  Miyuki slammed the gas pedal, tires screeching as they roared into the chaos.

  Arata spotted the car barreling toward them, but he still had a little distance to cover.

  He kept moving along the wall, balancing carefully.

  Within seconds, the armored car plowed through the swarm of zombies, clearing a path.

  The side gate swung open—

  Rin leaned out, hand extended.

  "Arata, hop on!"

  Without hesitation, Arata grabbed her hand and vaulted into the car.

  Sana leapt right after him, with Takashi catching her mid-air and pulling her safely inside.

  With everyone aboard, Miyuki hit the gas, and the car roared off into the zombie-infested night.

  Inside, Arata quickly peeled off his soaked shirt, grumbling, and changed into a fresh one.

  The engine’s growl, the slamming of tires on broken streets, and the chorus of zombie moans faded into the night behind them.