Speaking of which, how long had Ayn and Aya actually been talking since they left the park? The answer was—about ten minutes. Surely, some readers might be wondering at this point: How could they have talked about so many things in just ten minutes?
Since that question has come up, let the author explain. The way Ayn and Aya communicated was not by speaking with their mouths, but through the [Transcendent Network: Soul Phone]. In this state, their minds were directly linked, and all information was transmitted through their souls. The speed of that transmission was limited by two factors: first, the "network transfer speed," and second, the amount of information each of them could process per second.
As things stood, Ayn could handle roughly 50 GB of data per second. Sounds a bit abstract? Then think of it this way—it meant he could fully load all the textures and sound files of a massive AAA game like Baldur's Gate 3 every single second. Meanwhile, the "Transcendent Network" itself wasn't slow either; it was fast enough to let him play games, watch movies, or even share sensory data in real time. In short, the efficiency of soul communication was tens of thousands of times faster than human speech.
Of course, the numbers above referred to their at full strength state. In reality, Ayn and Aya weren't doing that—after all, they were just chatting, not fighting zombies. So the System would automatically adjust their data exchange rate according to their needs: when they needed to exchange information quickly, the speed would skyrocket; but when they were only chatting casually or flirting, the pace would slow down, almost matching the speed of normal human conversation. And if you still don't quite get it, then you can just take the simple answer: the author decided they talked for around ten minutes, and that's all there is to it.
Aside from that, some readers might be wondering: since Ayn and Aya left the park, didn't they run into any zombies or crowds of people trying to escape? The answer was—no. The reason lay in Aya's choice of route.
Just think about it: when zombies suddenly appeared and Tokyo fell into chaos, if you wanted to get out of the city as quickly as possible, which route would you choose? A normal road? Or the highway? Most people would probably go for one of those, but Aya didn't. Her choice was entirely different—she followed the railway lines. There happened to be a station near the park, and she rode her motorcycle straight into the train tracks, speeding along the rails.
It was, without a doubt, an extremely clever decision. Since the vast majority of people would take the roads, that also meant the roads were certain to be jammed with traffic. As for the possibility of colliding with a train? That was impossible. Why? First, the zombie outbreak occurred around three or four in the morning, a time when most trains in Tokyo had already stopped running. Second, after the disaster began, do you really think anyone could still go to work as usual? Even if such dedicated people existed, the government wouldn't have allowed it—officials had already urged everyone to stay home and wait for rescue. So the conclusion was simple: leaving Tokyo by following the railway network was the optimal solution. It not only avoided zombies to the greatest extent but also completely eliminated the problem of traffic jams.
Because Aya had chosen a route that almost no one else would think of, she and Ayn encountered very few evacuees along the way. As for zombies, they were even rarer. After all, zombies needed "food," so naturally they would gather where prey was available. Why would they swarm to the empty areas along the tracks where there was nothing to eat?
If you're curious about the exact route they were taking, the author can tell you. Their original plan was to start from Sakuradai Station and follow the Seibu Ikebukuro Line westward, heading toward the terminal station—Hannō Station. Hannō Station was located in Hannō City, and from there, they would take a mountain road leading to Ōme City. From Ōme, they would follow a route called Ōme Highway (National Route 411) all the way to Kōshū City. And where was Kōshū City? It no longer belonged to Tokyo; in fact, it wasn't even part of the Kanto region—it was in Yamanashi Prefecture. Given the current situation, reaching Yamanashi would almost be the same as reaching safety.
Aya's speed was astonishing, maintaining an average of about 120 kilometers per hour. At that rate, it would take them just a little over an hour to reach Hannō City. Of course, her motorcycle's top speed could reach 299 kilometers per hour, but she wasn't going all out—for the simple reason that she was flirting with Ayn. If she got too caught up in the mood while driving that fast, even a Transcendent could end up in an accident.
Of course, that route was only their original plan. They had indeed followed the Seibu Ikebukuro Line for a while, but they didn't stay within the train zone the entire time. Near a station called Musashi-Fujisawa, Aya briefly left the railway area, skipped over Inariyama Park Station, and switched to the city roads heading toward Iruma Station.
Why did she leave the train zone? The reason was simple—between Musashi-Fujisawa Station and Inariyama Park Station, there was a place they both wanted to avoid: the Japan Air Self-Defense Force Iruma Base. In other words, there was a military installation in that area, and not just any unit—it was the Air Force.
Once you understand that, it's easy to see why they chose to make a detour. After all, a motorcycle's engine noise was quite noticeable, and the Self-Defense Forces were on high alert at the time. If they heard the sound of an engine, they might send people to investigate. And once an investigation began, it would be easy to track their movements—after all, there were surveillance cameras along the entire railway line, and the military would have no trouble accessing the footage. Because of that, in order to avoid drawing attention, they decided to temporarily leave the railway zone and continue along the city roads instead.
Originally, they had planned to reenter the railway zone near Iruma Station and continue following the tracks. However, after leaving Musashi-Fujisawa Station, they quickly realized that there was no need. Why? Because according to the information available online, Iruma City, where Musashi-Fujisawa Station was located, had hardly any zombies at all. Given that, they abandoned their original plan and chose to keep going along the city roads instead of returning to the train route.
The main reason for that decision was to avoid attracting police attention. Think about it—how many people would choose to ride a motorcycle along the railway tracks? Only a small minority would even attempt it. If the police spotted them, Ayn and Aya would likely be closely monitored right away. Compared to that, sticking to the normal roads like most people was far less likely to cause trouble.
Of course, with Ayn's cock staying rock-hard and pressing against her the whole time, Aya pulled over briefly before leaving Musashi-Fujisawa Station, finding a secluded spot without cameras to give Ayn an eager blowjob. At first, she only planned a quick one to ease his discomfort a bit, but as they got into it, the two lost themselves completely, ending with Ayn pinning her to the ground and pounding her pussy hard until she squirted.
Compared to the first time, though, Ayn wasn't as rough this round, he started by licking her pussy, then her tits, making sure to build up the foreplay properly. That hot, wet tongue tip swirling over her sensitive folds had Aya gasping and moaning nonstop. So, this climax was far more intense than the first time fucking Aya, the two of them tangled together in utter ecstasy, lost in desperate pleasure.
After the high faded, they should've hit the road right away, but Aya was too caught up in the moment, her mind fixated on Ayn's thick cock, begging him to fuck her ass instead. She even pouted playfully: "I don't need to shit anyway, my ass is just for you to play with..."
And that "no need to shit" line wasn't just nonsense, Transcendents weren't ordinary people; they didn't rely on traditional ways to flush out bodily waste. Those excretions broke down completely into transcendent energy. With that kind of physiological shift, the anus and urethra really lost their original purposes, turning into pure "decorations." That's why Aya could say so bluntly that her ass was "just for you to play with."
In fact, the anus and urethra had many other important physiological functions beyond shitting and pissing. But Ayn didn't know much about them—he only knew the basics, that they were for shitting and pissing. So for a moment, he actually bought Aya's bullshit, his itch growing unbearable as he started craving to fuck her ass a little. Of course, maybe he'd wanted to try it all along and just needed an excuse; Aya's teasing fanned the flames, and he went along with it...
Seeing Ayn nod in agreement, Aya's heart burst with joy, her eyes sparkling brightly. She immediately dropped to her knees on the ground, raising her plump, slutty ass high and wiggling it teasingly at him, her voice soft and gooey: "Darling, come fuck me quick~" The pale, tender ass cheeks quivered slightly in the air, her pink little asshole faintly visible, like a shy flower blooming in lewd invitation, tightening Ayn's throat and heating his brain until he lunged forward.
He roughly spread Aya's slutty ass cheeks apart, the soft, springy flesh yielding under his hands—the sight before him made his breath come in ragged gasps! Aya's asshole was utterly adorable, pink and tender, smooth and hairless, wafting a captivating musky scent like a bashful chrysanthemum bud, the tight pucker seeming to whisper "fuck me" with every clench.
It left Ayn's mouth dry and his heart pounding with urgency; he dove in low, extending his tongue, the hot wet tip first grazing her perineum before heading straight for that tight little hole. He lapped forcefully at her slutty asshole, probing the sensitive inner flesh, the wet smacking sounds of his tongue delving in echoing sloppily around them, teasing unbearably. Aya gasped and moaned nonstop, slutty as a cat in heat, her ass instinctively pushing back for more.
Of course, the physical pleasure was crucial, but the psychological rush hit even harder, crashing over her like a tidal wave. She knew an asshole was inherently the unclean spot for shitting—if someone willingly buried their face there to lick it, that meant total conquest of that person. And the one Aya had conquered wasn't some ordinary guy, but this overpowered man, the one with an endless future ahead.
It filled her with immense mental ecstasy, her mind exploding with extreme excitement and bliss; her pussy clenched hard, gushing a flood of slick juices, while her tits ached and swelled, the pink nipples perking up to squirt milk, the glistening white droplets splattering the ground and trailing into silvery strings. She cried out in a lewd wail: "Ah... hubby... I'm so itchy... fuck me..."