Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

I opened the bathroom door. There, Kurose remained the same.

Even if Yusuke turns a cursory gaze, he won't show a reaction. I'm standing in a nagging position.

Kurose is still a beauty. A black knitted sweater is pressed up by a rich chest.

Yusuke sipped, slowly reaching his left hand into its chest.

Fluffy, and hands feel soft weight. Behind the sweater, there was a slightly stiff bra feel. Even if you rub it a little harder, Kurose remains nagging.

"Yabba..."

The room keys are closed, so don't worry about getting interrupted.

Grabbing his arm and gently guiding him, Kurose fluttered, even following him to the bedroom.

Keep pushing it down to the bed.

Make them raise their hands to hail and tie them with a towel. Tie yet another towel through the wheel to the frame of the bed and restrain both hands.

He let his mouth open gently, bit a thin belt pulled out of Kurose's waist, and stopped behind him. Kurose does not defy Yusuke's movements, as if she were being cared for.

When he finished restraining his upper body, he looked at the sight from the top.

"Sounds like AV..."

Kurose has blurred eyes and looks up at this one. Sometimes, I just wander around trying to get up.

Unbutton Kurose's jeans and drag them down to his knees.

A white lace underwear with a ribbon one-point appeared under the sweater. There is a white thick crotch peeking ahead.

Yusuke was excited about the gap between clear underwear and dirty outfits. Reach out and let your thighs crack and stroke your inner legs. It felt slippery.

I can't stop jumping into bed.

Kurose's chest is crushed by Yusuke's chest plate. I turned my hand around my back and hugged him.

"Ha... calm down..."

It doesn't feel like you're holding a body or a doll. It was like a soft, occasionally squishy, equally sized pillow. Kurose is blurred, but the ceiling is blurred.

Looking at the side of it, I got my hand under the sweater. Remove the back hock and drag the bra out of the hem. It was a bra in a race similar to the one below. Throw it in bed. I'm not interested in underwear.

Roll raw breasts under the sweater. Visually erotic as well. Give him the sweater and expose only one.

"Oh, pink."

I try to pinch it at my fingertips, but my nipples remain soft and won't get stiff if I'm irritated. Well, he's dead, I'm convinced.

Lie on your back, but the shape of your boobs isn't really crumbling. The D-cup was a certain milk.

Yusuke rose away from Kurose.

"How about that? I ran wild."

At first, we were just going to keep him in custody. Porny outfit, I can't stand it anymore.

"First of all, I'm looking for a family."

Singing his nose, Yusuke begins fishing for Kurose's luggage. I wanted to know what kind of person Kurose was.

"I mean, why didn't you run, this guy"

Pull out the small paperwork shelf from the top and look through the paperwork inside.

Toko Kurose, twenty-three years old. He joined Matsuda Manufacturing this April.

He was a new hire at a middle-sized company there.

"A sales rep? Aren't you tough on Toko?

From the looks of adulthood, I decide on my own. The greeting was dark, and I don't think it would be very suitable for interpersonal work, even if it wasn't a jump sale.

"Do you live here alone? My parents are in Hiroshima, my parents and my sister's family of four. Is your sister cute, too?

Call, but the bed's black se, exposes his chest and underwear, keeping his jeans caught on his knees, blurring and ceiling.

"I wish I could make contact with you from time to time. Then I guess the man will give me some slack."

Put the paperwork back the whole way and set up the laptop.

After the Windows logo, a wallpaper showing the kitten twisted. The desktop just has an app icon that looks like a preinstallation.

Launch your browser and check your history. The last viewing was quite a while ago. It's a portal with no weirdness.

Looking at the bookmarks in turn, the letter Sexual Harassment Consultation Office caught my eye.

"What the hell?... to the PowerHarassment site, you also have a legal relationship. Were you sexually harassed? No kidding."

Try searching for recently used files. Clicking on the title 'Records' opened the word file.

Inside, with the date, Kurose was harassed by Yamamoto.

Something like being touched by a fat crotch in a cab, being pushed through the back so that I could push my hips when I was heading for a multiplexer, and being forced to have slightly excessive entertainment at a customer, is written in a pale sentence by Kurose.

The record lasted until recently. Read it properly and close the file.

"Hina Yamamoto. And you're a senior salesman."

Somehow, I think of an old man with a red face and a good physique. I think he's a tough guy for a rookie.

"But you have this now. If we do the same thing, we're fired immediately. You look like a grown-up, Toko, and you were licked."

There were traces of talking to my boss, but looking at this record, it didn't seem to work very well.

"Sexual harassment damage tells me to keep a record. I don't... I don't need to go to the office anymore. Good for you, Toko."

I call on the black waters of the bed, but there's no response. Jeans catch or just faintly move your fat crotch.

"You don't seem to have a private diary or anything..."

There's nothing like it in the bookmarks. I also launch the mail software, but there was no sign of much use.

The notebook in the bag only says about the date, person name, and phone number. It would be for work. I couldn't find anything to indicate private information.

Open a simple uncolored pink phone and check your email. The emails were sent about ten days ago, and there was no deflection for my sister. Then there are a few emails from the family confirming cheap or not. That's also broken off five days ago.

The antenna was out of range. Considering my phone was out of range too, maybe the radio wave is dead. Not again if you're a smapho? Yusuke was not familiar with it.

The other is a silver phone that seems to be for work. Most of them were work emails, which did not interest me particularly.

"Just texting with the family? You didn't have any friends."

Nor can Yusuke, who says so, speak of people. My phone has been silent ever since I pulled it off. My parents aren't here, and my grandfather died in a car accident two years ago.

Assemble the gathered information as you undo the scattered room.

Kurose seemed to live alone in this room, and would have no problem occupying it for a while. Neither can my family come in this mess.

If I knew someone nearby, there was a chance they'd come to see Black Sese worried, but that doesn't seem like it either.

"Well, zombies will eat you even if you come"

The zombies who attacked the mother and child were quite handsome. At least, it doesn't mean it's slower than humans. Slightly lacking in balance, but advancing with beastly momentum. Now, except for my head, I can't stop being hurt.

It would be a pretty nasty opponent. That's what's wandering around.

Enjoy it for a while, but don't get in the way.