The big mutated Zomdog was sitting at the exit.
The ground around it was covered in
corpses.
Corpses.
Corpses.
Blood soaked the concrete.
Flesh—both zombie and human—was scattered everywhere.
Drip… drip…
The metallic smell of blood filled the air.
Lucia was hiding behind a broken building wall.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
This place reeks of blood… she thought. And all of this… done by that thing.
The massive Zomdog slowly chewed on something.
CRUNCH…
Her stomach tightened.
And he wants me to do it… really?
She took a deep breath.
Haaaa…
"I will not forgive you for this," she muttered with an almost teary, angry face.
---
Moments before that—
Lucia asked, trembling but forcing a smile, "So… what is my major role in this plan?"
Ren placed both hands on her shoulders with a bright smile.
"You are the star of today's plan."
She stiffened. "W-what do you mean by the star of the plan?"
He laughed awkwardly.
"Heh… you know. The one who becomes the center of attraction."
A chill ran down her spine.
Why am I getting goosebumps…?
"Can you clarify?" she asked with a flat face.
He smiled brightly.
"You are the bait for luring that thing."
"What?!!!!" she shouted. "You're joking, right? Right?!"
He tilted his head with innocent eyes. "Why would I joke at a moment like this?"
"I am NOT doing it! At any cost!"
"Oh really?" he said, widening his eyes.
"Then we have no choice."
She relaxed slightly. "You… understood?"
That was weird…
His smile slowly turned cold.
"Then I guess I have no choice," he said quietly. "I'll tie you up and throw you in front of that big guy."
A heavier silence fell.
"When he tears your flesh to pieces—"
RIIIP— he mimicked softly with his fingers.
"—I can kill it easily."
He looked at her with an icy expression.
"Isn't that a good plan?"
Her heart pounded.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Is he serious?
Looking at him… he could actually do it…
"But don't you have your skills?" she asked quickly. "You can use them!"
"Oh, about that…" he said awkwardly, his cold face fading.
She blinked.
His expression changes faster than a chameleon… that's even scarier.
"You see… that's possible, but—"
"Then let's go with that plan!" she interrupted, hope shining in her eyes.
"It doesn't work the way you think."
"There must be another way. I'm ready to assist you in any way possible."
"Really?" he said, holding her hand.
"Then become a good bait," he smiled brightly.
His smile slowly sharpened again.
"Or… we can go with the second option."
Her forced smile trembled.
I'm going to die either way…
"…Fine. I'll become the bait. But what exactly do I need to do?"
He leaned close.
Whisper… whisper… whisper…
She froze.
"You really want me dead, don't you?" she said sarcastically.
"No way. I don't want you dead after all those times."
What times is he even referring to…?
"But how am I supposed to do that?"
"You don't have to worry. Just—"
He leaned in again.
Whisper… whisper…
Her face turned red instantly.
"Y-you really want me to do that?! There's no way! I'm not doing it!" she protested, nearly crying in embarrassment.
His smile went cold again.
"Then would you prefer the second plan?"
"…Nope. I'm good with this one," she said with a scared smile.
He gave her a thumbs-up.
"Great! That's what I wanted to hear."
---
Present
Lucia stepped out from behind the building.
Her legs felt weak.
The massive mutated Zomdog sat a short distance away.
Its red eyes slowly shifted toward her.
Grrrrrrr…
But it didn't move.
It just stared.
She swallowed.
"Hey! You! Look over here!" she shouted.
No reaction.
Not even a twitch.
He's not responding at all… she thought. Looks like he's full.
She clenched her fists.
Looks like I have no choice…
She murmured with an embarrassed face, "Here goes nothing…"
She took a deep breath.
Then shouted—
"You f-fu… fucki— fucking son of a rotten corpse!"
Her face burned.
"You oversized mutt! You ugly pile of decayed meat! You brainless garbage eater!"
Her voice cracked.
"Yeah! I'm talking to you, you disgusting flea hotel!"
She felt like she was dying inside.
He really made me say these things… how can he do this to a lady like me…
She slowly peeked at it.
The Zomdog didn't move.
Not even a blink.
Silence.
Wind howled faintly…
"…Did it work?" she whispered.
Nothing.
Her heart sank.
What…? It didn't work either?
Her face turned even redder.
No… no… I don't want to do the next part…
Her fists trembled.
I am NOT forgiving you for this, she thought with deep embarrassment.
Far above—
Unseen—
A certain someone watched with an excited, plotting smile.
She stared, stripping there.
She first took off her upper half, only leaving her lace black bra.
She thought, This is so embarrassing. And this was his plan? To lure it with my body? How is this even going to work?
She looked at the mutated zomdog, which wasn't even reacting.
Now, looking at her, saliva was dripping from its mouth.
What! How is this thing reacting now, of all times? she thought. Now what do I need to do?
She took off her lower half, only leaving her black lace panties.
The mutated zomdog got up a bit, but didn't move.
She thought, Why the hell is it working? I don't even wanna do it!
She held her breasts with her hands and said, "Don't you want these sweet melons?"
She thought, her face flushed with embarrassment, Why do I have to do this?
The saliva from the mutated zomdog's mouth was dripping faster and more than before. It got all the way up but didn't move.
She thought, He's standing... but what was next? Oh yeah, it was this.
She jumped lightly, forcing herself to follow the plan.
Thud—
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Her boobs were jiggling crazily.
"Is… is this really how he told me to do it…?" she thought, her face burning with embarrassment.
She bounced on her feet again.
Thump— Thump—
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Her figure moved visibly with each motion, impossible to ignore with her big boobs jiggling like soft squicky round melons.
I can't believe I'm doing this… just kill me already, she thought, nearly in tears.
The mutated Zomdog stared at her with an intense gaze.
To be precise—
At her hot body.
Thick saliva dripped from its jaws.
Drip… drip…
Its tongue slid out slowly.
Sllrrrk…
A low growl vibrated from its chest.
Grrrrrrrr…
It was ready to charge at any moment.
How is this even working…? she thought in disbelief.
"Now… time for—"
She turned and sprinted with all her might.
"—getting the hell out of here or I'm dead!"
TAP TAP TAP TAP—!!
Her feet pounded against the cracked concrete.
Behind her—
BOOOOM—!!