Upon arrival, the truck rolled to a stop and everyone poured out.
Asami, the police officer, was the first to greet them. She had a pistol in her hand and a tense look on her face. "How did it go?"
"Better than expected." Tysone replied, not bothering to elaborate. He didn't need to. The survivors' exhausted but triumphant expressions, along with the black blood that stained their clothes and weapons, were a testament to their success.
Miku was at the doorway, her hands on her hips, a smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like you guys had fun."
"Fun's not the word I'd use." Tanaka groaned, slumping against the side of the truck. His entire body ached, and his hands were covered in blisters.
"It was... enlightening." Yumi said, her voice a little shaky, but her eyes were shining with a newfound confidence. She was clutching her new combat knife like it was her most prized possession.
Saya came out, her eyes scanning the group, a hint of concern in them. When they landed on Tysone, her expression softened. "You're back."
"I'm back." He nodded.
"Who's hurt? Shizuka, get your kit." Saya commanded, her voice taking on a no-nonsense tone. She may not be a fighter, but she was an efficient organizer.
Shizuka, who had been humming a tune to herself, snapped to attention. "On it, doc!" She chirped, grabbing the medical kit from the truck.
The survivors, tired as they were, dutifully lined up to have their injuries treated. Most of them were minor cuts and bruises, nothing that a little antiseptic and a bandage couldn't fix.
Haruto, who was trying his best to look brave, winced as Shizuka dabbed at a deep scratch on his arm. "Ouch!"
"Stop being a baby." Shizuka scolded, her touch surprisingly gentle. "You did good today, kid. You all did."
Kenji and Tanaka were sitting on the steps, nursing their aching muscles. They were exhausted, but there was a proud glint in their eyes.
"Two cores..." Kenji muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "To think we'd get our hands on two of those things in a single day."
"If we keep this up, we might just survive this mess." Tanaka added, a hopeful look on his face.
Yumi sat between them, quietly sharpening her new knife.
While Shizuka tended to the injured, Tysone approached Saya, who was standing by the doorway, her arms crossed.
"We need to talk about the cores." He said, his voice low.
"I figured as much." Saya replied, her expression serious. "The question is, who gets them?"
"Indeed. We'll figure it out. But first, everyone needs to rest." He said, his eyes sweeping over the group. "We'll hold a meeting tomorrow morning. For now, get some sleep."
"Right." She nodded.
As he walked past her, he leaned in close. "You too. And don't think I didn't notice that limp."
Saya's cheeks flushed, and she swatted his arm.
"Pervert."
He chuckled, continuing on his way. "You love it."
…
Later that night, Tysone found himself on the mansion's grand balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief after the day's heat. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the surrounding landscape. The rain had finally stopped, leaving only the faint, shimmering Aurora lights in the sky.
He was shirtless—the cold had barely any effect on him, and the crisp night air felt invigorating against his warm skin. He was nursing a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the tumbler, a small luxury he'd managed to scavenge from a liquor store a while back.
It was quiet, save for the distant groans of the undead. A peaceful, almost serene moment in a world gone mad.
It was quiet, save for the distant groans of the undead. A peaceful, almost serene moment in a world gone mad. Most of the group had gone to bed, exhausted from the day's events. But sleep eluded him, not due to a troubled mind, but his body being in a perpetual state of overdrive. The energy from the core hummed beneath his skin, a constant, vibrant thrum that refused to be quieted. The alcohol, a depressant, did little to slow him down, but the taste was a small comfort.
He heard the soft click of the balcony door opening, followed by hesitant footsteps. His ears perked up, recognizing who it was without even turning around. Shizuka's scent—a mix of cheap soap and the faint, sweet smell of a fruity shampoo she'd probably found in a ransacked convenience store—drifted towards him.
She stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the same moon he was looking at. She had a thick blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a contrast to his bare-chested comfort.
"Can't sleep, Ty-kyun?" She asked, her voice a soft, sleepy murmur.
"Something like that." He replied, taking a sip of his whiskey. "What about you? I thought you'd be out like a light after all the excitement today."
She giggled, a low, throaty sound. "I was. But then I woke up, and the bed felt... empty." She admitted, her eyes flickering towards him.
He didn't need to be a genius to understand what she was implying.
He turned to look at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?"
She giggled again, leaning into his side. Her blanket fell open a little, revealing the thin, silk nightgown she was wearing underneath. The one that did little to hide her generous curves.
"It's a big bed, Ty-kyun." She whispered, her hand tracing a slow, deliberate path up his arm. "Too big for just one person."
He let out a low chuckle, placing his glass on the balcony railing. He turned to face her fully, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. "Is that so?"
"Mmmhmm." She hummed, her arms wrapping around his neck. "You've been paying too much attention to Saya-chan and the others." She pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a way that was both endearing and incredibly alluring. "I was starting to feel neglected."
"Neglected, huh?" Tysone leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I'll have to make up for that, then."
A shiver ran down her spine, and she pressed herself against him, her body molding to his. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her nightgown, the swell of her breasts against his chest. A very big swell.
It was almost hypnotic, the way it moved with her breathing.
Damn.
He lowered his head, his lips capturing hers in a slow, deep kiss. Shizuka melted against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she returned the kiss with a fervor that belied her sleepy demeanor.
His hands roamed her body, exploring the soft curves and hidden dips. The soft, smooth skin of her back, the flare of her hips, the firm roundness of her backside. He kneaded her flesh, his touch growing more frantic.
Shizuka moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his. The blanket pooled at her feet, forgotten.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck. Literally, because Shizuka gasped as the surprising warmth spread through her from his lips, a pleasant, tingling sensation that was both new and incredibly arousing. "Ty-kyun... you're so warm..." She moaned, her head lolling back to give him better access. "It's like... you have a fever... but it feels good..."
Who'd have thought that killing zombies would turn you into a budding sex god?
"Just one of the many perks of my evolution, I guess." He chuckled against her skin, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. They were heavy, overflowing his large hands, the nipples already hard and pebbled against his palms. He rolled them between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Ohhh..."
He squeezed and kneaded them, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips. Shizuka's breath hitched, her hands tightening in his hair. She was a writhing mess in his arms, her body trembling with a pleasure that was quickly overwhelming her senses.
He hooked a finger into the neckline of her nightgown and pulled it down. The fabric strained, and with a decisive tear, it gave way.
He wasted no time, lowering his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
Shizuka cried out, her back arching as a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her. His mouth was hot, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive nub with an expertise that made her toes curl.
"Oh, Ty…"
Author's Note:
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