"Help! Please!" the girl screamed, her bloody hands slapping against the cafeteria window. "They're coming—I can hear them!"
Kenji didn't move.
The others stood frozen for a second, the echo of Akane's moans still lingering in the humid air. Tetsuo gripped his makeshift club. Akane, still flushed and panting, sat dazed beside Kenji, her gym shorts pulled halfway up her thigh, juices glistening on her inner leg.
Rei moved first.
"Kenji," she barked. "Help me with the barricade. We let her in—quick and clean."
Kenji blinked, cock still half-hard, hands sticky from the mess he'd made between Akane's legs. But he stood up, adrenaline overtaking lust. He rushed forward and helped Rei slide the overturned vending machine aside.
Akane finally stirred. "Wait… what if it's a trap?"
Tetsuo nodded. "She could be bitten."
Kenji growled. "She's not infected. Yet. If she was, she'd already be tearing at the glass."
Rei narrowed her eyes. "Thirty seconds, no more."
Kenji threw the bolt. The door creaked. A second later, the girl barreled in with a desperate sob. Blood smeared her uniform blouse and skirt, but it didn't look like any came from her. Her ribbon was torn, her long hair matted and tangled. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps—plump, heaving tits barely contained by the ruined buttons on her blouse.
She slammed into Kenji's chest, nearly knocking him backward. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—!"
Behind her, the hallway lit up with shadows—three infected turned the corner, snarling.
Kenji shoved the girl aside and slammed the door.
"Rei!"
"I'm on it!" Rei flipped the lock as Kenji re-barricaded with the vending machine. The infected hurled themselves at the door a second later.
BANG.
BANG.
The walls shook.
But the door held.
Everyone was panting now—from tension, from fear, and for Kenji… from the lingering heat of Akane's wet thighs and the new girl's tight, trembling body against him.
Rei turned. "Is anyone bitten?"
"No," the girl gasped, slumping to the floor. "No… but they got my friend. She was right behind me and then—then she screamed—"
She burst into tears.
Akane wrapped a towel around her waist and walked over slowly. "Hey. It's okay. You made it."
Kenji crouched down, his gaze scanning the girl. She was cute—really cute. Pale skin, long legs, skirt barely covering her creamy thighs. Her blazer was gone. Her blouse? Nearly ripped open, exposing cleavage with just a sliver of pink bra visible beneath the blood.
Her name clicked.
"Sayaka Ueno," Kenji muttered. "You're from 3-C, right?"
She looked up, eyes wide and shimmering. "Y-you know me?"
Kenji shrugged. "Not personally. But… you stood out."
Sayaka sniffled, giving a small smile. "Guess I made an impression."
Sin's voice slithered into his ear like a purring cat. "Oh-ho. A new addition to your apocalypse harem. That one's got 'daddy issues' written all over her. Probably dreams of getting railed over a science desk."
Kenji sighed inwardly. "Down, demon."
"Nope. I'm up—and so is your dick, by the way."
Sayaka looked around. "Who else is here?"
Rei spoke coldly. "Rei Kanzaki. Biology teacher. That's Tetsuo, that's Akane, and that's—"
"Kenji," Sayaka finished, smiling again. "Yeah… I've heard of you. You're kind of famous in the third-years. Always getting into fights, skipping class. But…" Her eyes dipped. "Not bad to look at."
Akane shot her a look. "You're bleeding and you're flirting already?"
Sayaka blushed. "S-sorry. I just… I'm scared, okay?"
Kenji stood up. "You're safe now."
[Ding!]
New Survivor Joined: Sayaka Ueno
Type: High School Girl (Uncorrupted)
Sexual Compatibility: 89%
Lust Trigger: Praise and Protection
Emotional State: Vulnerable & Aroused
Risk Factor: Low (For Now)
Rei crossed her arms. "She's exhausted. We'll need to rotate watch."
"I'll do first shift," Tetsuo offered, yawning anyway.
"Fine," Rei said. "Kenji, Sayaka—you two check the food supplies. Then rest. Akane, with me."
Kenji nodded. He grabbed a flashlight and motioned for Sayaka to follow him into the supply room.
The second they were alone between stacks of canned beans and ration bars, Sayaka turned to him, lip quivering.
"Thank you… again," she whispered. "If you hadn't opened the door…"
Her hand brushed his arm.
Kenji swallowed. "Don't mention it."
Sayaka's hand didn't leave. "You were so strong… when you moved. And your eyes… I've never seen a guy look that calm."
She stepped closer. Her shirt gaped at the collar, giving him a perfect view of the inner curves of her breasts.
"I just feel so… safe near you," she breathed.
Kenji could practically hear Sin foaming at the mouth. "Kiss her. Kiss her now. The system's thirstier than you are, bro."
Sayaka's lips parted.
Her hand moved to his chest.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Can I… stay with you tonight?"
Before Kenji could answer—
[Ding!]
Side Mission Unlocked: Comfort the New Girl
Objective: Increase Sayaka's trust and arousal
Reward: System Skill – "Protective Pheromones"
Bonus Objective: First kiss within 30 minutes
Time started ticking.
Kenji stepped closer, lowering his voice.
"You can stay," he said. "But only if you promise not to scream…"
Sayaka blinked, lips parted.
Then she smiled—slow, sultry, and just a little broken.
"No promises."
To Be Continued…