8. Middle-school Girl ★★
◇ ◇ ◇ “Damn, that scared me!” I inadvertently mutter as I lay on the ground. I had never handled a gun, so imitating what I had seen in the movies, I tried pulling the trigger, and then a bullet really came flying out. On top of that, since I was holding the gun in one hand, I was unable to control the recoil, and fell to the ground. My heart is still beating wildly. Due to the relief of having entrusted Honjo-san to somebody else, along with the shock of my first gunshot ever, I don’t feel like moving at all. Even though I feel a bit cold, the winter sky is very beautiful, and the flying lump of iron I can see in it brings about an unspeakable feeling inside me. Since I am unexpectedly comfortable, I see Honjo-san off while still on the ground, until I can’t see the helicopter anymore. “…Haa~” As I lift it up, the heavy weight of the gun inadvertently makes me focus. To shoot myself in the head with this…I still don’t have the courage to do that. Until I feel Yo, I’m gonna become a zombie now, I don’t think it’s a bad idea to causally spend some time here. The erotic factor will be lacking, but as far as food goes heaps of it is stocked up underground. I don’t have to worry about the remaining generator fuel either, so maybe I can play some games to kill the time. The worst pattern would be if, when I try to commit suicide, no bullets come out…as such, how should I check the remaining bullets. It’s scary to mess around with it, so I’ll leave it as it is. I thought to stuff it into my chest pocket but there is the risk of an accidental discharge…She should’ve dropped the instruction manual along with the gun…Holding such misdirected grudges in my heart, I went back down to the third floor. For now, I put the gun inside the desk near my bed and lock it. To make sure I don’t get robbed of the gun under any circumstances…So I think, but so what if I get robbed of it? My time of death might come several days quicker. In the first place, will any human even come here? I didn’t see anyone else in the neighborhood. If we had a radio or internet, we might have been able to communicate with somebody, somewhere, but unfortunately, we didn’t have such convenient things. The radios displayed in the outdoor section didn’t work, maybe because display pieces have something removed. Well, even if one worked, it would be meaningless. “…I’m hungry.” Although I still have some food remaining, I want to drink liquor. I held back so far since Honjo-san was a minor, but it is unnecessary to hold back now since I’m all alone. “…So, the location of liquor and snacks…” I recall the location of my objectives and simulate what it would take to complete my mission. Fortunately, the snacks corner and the liquor corner are facing each other, so it won’t take much time. Of course, that’s adding in the fact that I will have to face a zombie or two. I will use the basket I used before for holding the liquor and the snacks, but what should I do about the weapon? I would be able to take out my targets easily from a distance using the gun, but seeing what happened just moments ago, I don’t have the confidence to hit anything. And if I miss, a lot of zombies would be lured by the sound of the gunshot and swarm around me. I don’t have much resistance towards the idea of dying anymore, but if I am going to die, I want to go the easy way, after enjoying some liquor and snacks. In that case, the safe broom handle would become my main weapon. It will be annoying on the way back, but as long as I don’t die on the way there, I’ll be fine. If I really encounter a zombie, I can run away too, and if I’m attacked as soon as I enter the underground level, I can somehow protect myself with the stick. …Yep, let’s go with this plan. I put a torch in my shopping bag and take the stick in my other hand, and head towards the unground level. I should go now since I am amped up, because if this motivation changes into a whim, I would forever become unable to drink any liquor because of losing my nerve. “…” As the sounds of my shoes echo in the stairs, I descend to the underground level. It should still be bright outside, but here, almost no light makes it through. If I didn’t have the torch that I put in my basket -fixed so it wouldn’t roll around- it would become pitch black after descending a few more steps. As I am being thankful for the miracles of civilization, I reach the big fire door. After I open the small door on the other side of this one, I would be in territory where I could be attacked by a zombie at any time. I turn the handle slowly and push the door open quietly so as not to make any sound. The door opens with a slight groan, and beyond it lies darkness and the smell of something decomposing. This is not a place you should enter…it’s as if something is telling me that, and I hesitate for a second. But since I am already half dead, I can’t run away with just this much. I want to leave the door wide open behind me, but maybe a zombie would go up the stairs before I notice, and then, as I slept at night…When I think about it like that, there really is no option to keep the door open. Deciding that, I slowly close the door, making as little noise as possible. I lift up the basket, and the small torch which was not that useful in this complete darkness lit up the front. While regretting the fact that I didn’t bring a bigger source of light with me, I move the basket around to search the area. I have the stick in my right hand, ready to strike if something happens. Suddenly, I hear a rustling sound of someone rummaging. I jump reflexively, and the basket creaks. As I fearfully turn the torch towards the origin of the sound, there I see… “…The girl from that time?” The girl is sitting down. I can hear the sound of something being scraped. Just from her silhouette, I confirm that she is a zombie. Specifically, it was the zombie that had bit my shoulder the last time I was here. She has short hair…I think you call it a bob-cut. Her brown dyed hair is dancing on her shoulders. “Eh? No way, it’s impossible.” Of course, if all I saw was a being that would bring me to my death, I wouldn’t have let out such a confused voice. But this zombie…she is eating a sweet bun. Without even considering where I am standing, I let out a mutter in a loud voice. Of course, the girl reacted to the sound of my voice and looked towards me. And in her hands, she is undeniably holding a sweet bun, and there were remains of the same around her mouth. No matter how many times I confirm it, the sudden realization that it is actually human flesh doesn’t come; she really is eating something like a melon bun. Even when she captures my form in her eyes, she doesn’t come to attack me, and just keeps looking towards me with eyes that seem a bit out of focus. Is she cured? Is this virus something that is transient, and the relief symptoms for this girl have already begun? “Ah…You, can I have a moment?” I call out to her, but she seems dazed somehow; instead of reacting to my question, it seems like she just reacted to the sound of my voice like a zombie would. And yet, I have never even heard of a zombie eating anything other than humans, and at the very least, I cannot think that this girl is a normal zombie. I make up my mind and approach her. Even as I touch her shoulder, she just looks at my hand and doesn’t do anything at all. As expected, she doesn’t seem to be a zombie. What should I do about this…? As I am worrying about it, I hear a sound from the front. I can’t see very well in this darkness, but I have probably been found by the other zombies because of the sound I made. It’s possible that the other zombies have also become something that cannot be called a zombie anymore. Just in case, I decide to leave for now… “Sorry, I’m going to have to drag you.” …pulling along the girl that might become the hope of humanity.
“Hn” As I cross my arms and think, she briefly glances my way. Maybe because she is already full, she is not eating the sweet bun anymore. When I stretch out my hand and touch her cheeks, I feel warmth. She seems to be alive. “Your name, do you remember it?” Of course, the girl doesn’t respond. She reacts to my voice but doesn’t seem to understand its content. Or maybe she can understand it, but cannot respond to it… What’s certain is that she is a special existence. When I checked up on the zombies from the rooftop a while ago, they were normal…maybe “normal” is not the right word to use, but putting that aside for now, there was no change in the zombie horde. As usual, as soon as they detected my presence, they started clawing on the walls of the shopping mall. Most probably, if I went outside right now, I will be devoured in a second. Therefore, it’s more appropriate to think that instead of me being special in this situation, this girl is the special one. “…For now, I’m making up a name for you, don’t be angry, ‘kay?” Even of I converse with her, she doesn’t display any emotions. We are all alone, the two of us in this wide world, and she is a zombie who eats sweet rolls. I think she can have name at least, yeah? …Because she has a bob cut, how about “Bob”? She is probably stronger than me. “Bob” really is not cute at all, so let’s try to think of a different one. Even if I say that, my naming sense is awful. “Since she dyed her hair light brown…Akari-chan……no, more colorful…how does Aya sound!” (TL: 明かり:Akari means light, and 鮮やか:Azayaka means vivid, vibrant; shortened to Aya.) And so, her name is now Aya-chan. As if to show that she herself wasn’t that dissatisfied with it either, she turns her empty eyes towards me. She might me thinking ‘I’m going to kill this old man’, but sadly, her feelings cannot reach me. (TL: Dunno about you guys, but I always go lol at how this guy is so nonchalant in a zombie wasteland. Trying my best to translate in such a way that his tone comes through properly.) “Well then Aya-chan, I’m going to search a bit, so sorry in advance~” First of all, I take off her top piece of clothing. If, I had a girlfriend or a wife, I might not have had to boorishly refer to it as a “piece of clothing”. But since I don’t know what it is called, I can only refer to it as such. I know that it is a stylish piece of clothing at least. If Honjo-san had still been here, she might’ve been able to tell me, but in the first place, if Honjo-san had been here, this situation of me taking of Aya-chan’s clothes wouldn’t have come to pass, so Aya-chan’s piece of clothing will remain just that; nothing more and nothing less than a piece of clothing. As I somehow take off her clothes with great difficulty, Aya-chan is left wearing just a camisole and a skirt. By the way, I know what a camisole is at least. “Uwaa, erotic…” In contrast to her light-brown tanned skin, her stomach was pure white. She also has clear tan lines on her arms; therefore, it is possible that Aya might have been involved in some kind of club activities. When I look at Aya-chan from the top, who was flopped down on the ground, I see pink nipples from between her camisole. Her nipples peep out from her bra and camisole, so her bra cup size is probably not very large. I feel it with my hand, and felt a modest, but soft elasticity. At most it is a B cup. Wearing her clothes, Aya-chan looked like an adult, but now that I see her like this, she is quite young. Possibly even younger than Honjo-san. As Honjo-san is a high school girl, right now I am undeniable criminal. No, since I was leading such an obscene life with Honjo-san, I guess I was already a criminal. Becoming a little serious, I take off her camisole. Although she looks a little indecent with just a skirt on and nothing on top, this just to investigate. “Any wounds…nope, none.” I lift her arm and look at her armpits, but everywhere is white. There is no sign of a wound. Next is the lower half. Before taking off her skirt, I try and flip it. She’s wearing plain gray panties. I guess she is pretty indifferent about her undergarments, unlike her outer clothes, as they cannot be seen. Unlike her upper body, her lower body is fully light brown. As she is tanned all the way to her feet, she might be in the swimming club. I unclothe her skirt and underwear, and only her buttocks are pure white. “…There is nothing after all.” I check all the way to her feet. She has pretty body, with not a single scratch. As there is no other choice, to check the places that I haven’t checked yet, I lay Aya-chan on her stomach. I touch her pure white, slightly small buttocks. Honjo-san’s body was mature, like a woman. In Aya-chan’s case, she still seems to be growing, because I fell a bit of hardness in her hips. Rather than a soft feeling, her buttocks are elastic, like a rubber ball. I grab her elastic hips with both hands and spread them open, right and left. I see a puckered, pink anus, and a completely closed crack. I expand her folds, and just like her anus, pink insides reveal themselves. The opening is covered by a thin, slightly transparent membrane, proving that Aya-chan is an innocent being. I keep opening and shutting the opening with my thumb and forefinger, and they become sticky and start making make a vulgar noise. “…Hmn?” Naturally, since she is alive, her body’s metabolism is working fine, but because I didn’t expect a zombie girl to get wet by my stimulation, I’m a little surprised. I insert my middle finger slowly, so as not to injure her hymen, and experience that the inside is slightly warm and a little wet. Of course, her hole is smaller than Honjo-san´s, and just by inserting one finger, it clamps down tightly. “Will this even go in?” I murmur, and then finally realize the reality of the situation; I am trying to violate this underdeveloped girl. I did not unclothe Aya-chan out of a completely impure motive, I actually wanted to find the wound that had turned her into a zombie…but I can’t deny that partway through, inappropriate feelings had taken hold of me. I didn’t have sex with Honjo-san out of a sense of responsibility, and probably because of that, I am now abnormally excited. Even though she is alive, she is still a zombie, and maybe because of that, Aya-chan doesn’t show much of a reaction. And so, even though she had been stripped bare like this, she doesn’t fight back, which is very erotic. It is different from a simple rape fantasy…How do I put it? There is a certain feeling of immorality in violating her in a world where time has stopped. Stopping time and becoming invisible are said to be the dream of any man, and I drown in the feeling that I have kind of obtained one of them. Being careful not to break the hymen, I carefully take out my finger, and place the glans of my rock-hard penis on top of her immature pussy. I could’ve gone slower and inserted another finger first to get her more wet but inserting two of them at once might end up breaking her hymen. Since I’m doing it anyways, I couldn’t fight the desire to break it with my own thing. And I’m sure she won’t feel any pain. “Gu…This is tight.” As I push forward my waist and squeeze my way into her, even I feel some pain, maybe because she is not very wet. Nudging the soft pussy with my penis felt good but trying to push it inside doesn’t work because it’s too tight. I try to grab Aya-chan’s hips with both hands and pull her towards me, while at the same time try to force myself inside, and somehow mange to get just the tip buried inside. Aya-chan had an immature chest, as well as an immature pussy, and id not even have any hair growing down there. Because of that, you can still see my penis sticking out of her, already covered in red. Her hymen had been mercilessly torn. “Congratulation Aya-chan. With this, you don’t have to dress up like an adult anymore. You’re properly included in the group of adult ladies.” With shallow movements, I move back and forth, trying to completely break her hymen. If she were in a state where she still conscious, she would probably be in unbearable pain. If she were actually in pain and screaming because of it, I would probably wither too. Fortunately, my partner is Aya-chan, and so there is no need to be concerned about that, and I can freely move my hips. “Oh, she’s properly becoming wet now.” Of course, it is not her love juices flowing or anything, but rather the blood from her hymen. Different from love juice, it has no lubrication, but it’s still better than before, and as I put strength into my waist, my penis actually slides in a little while still feeling a little resistance. I still feel it snag sometimes, but still, I can mostly slide it in and out, smoothy. However, since it is not completely used to me, I still feel much more pleasure talking it out than putting it in. As if to dig out the remaining hymen, I move my hips in a shallow motion. The feeling of ejaculation has built up in me, and since I’m doing it raw anyways, I wanna come inside her. Thinking that, as I stick it deep into her, “…ah.” Aya-chan panted slightly. “Ah…ah.” Maybe because hitting the uterus consecutively compresses the internal organs or something, but she started letting a cute, high pitched voice, suited to a middle-school girl. There was no way I would be able to stand against such a secret attack, and letting out a shout like a war cry, I put the opening of my penis perfectly against the entrance to her womb and let my vigor flow with full force. Bukyuuu~ buruburuburu, buku… My penis ejaculates inside Aya-chan multiple times, and very time, my sperm dirties this middle-schoolers womb. Although she is a former zombie, she is still a zombie with a metabolism. If I fill her womb with my jelly like semen, she might actually become pregnant. While taking much guilty pleasure from such a feeling, I pour every last drop inside Aya-chan. “This might become a habit…” She wrapped tightly around my half-withered penis with had just ejaculated, and it was as if it as in a bath. As I bury my face into her neck which still shows signs of childishness, my son soon recovers its hardness. “Sorry, Aya-chan. Can I go for one more round?” Of course, there weas no reply to that question, and from the start, I had no intention of getting her permission. …If I’m going to die anyways, it won’t hurt to live doing whatever I want to for little bit. Thinking such things, I enthusiastically violated Aya-chan. TL note: Due to various personal reasons, no more chapters will be translated.
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