Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

"Mizuki was cute. And my chest was there."

Yusuke was thinking of the late moon as he backed into Kurose against him. It feels like an authentic girl with no convulsion flavor and a core.

Kurose was pushed down to depression at the kitchen table, shaken to be but still. The chest wrapped in the sweater is crushed at the table, and the jeans below are tucked down to the knee. Both hands are wrapped around your back and tied with rope. His eyes were staring at the side wall.

Good thing you can't see Kurose's face, Yusuke accelerates his delusions. It runs through the deep moon, pushed down in the warehouse, from behind. The body of the deep moon, tired of crying and loosing strength, shakes faintly whenever a man's is slapped on his white ass. Every time I poke hot in it, I get tangled up in Yusuke's. No one can help me cry or scream, the deep moon, aware of that, closes its eyes and just waits for a man's sperm to release in his own vagina.

"Ugh..."

On the verge of reaching, I pulled my hips. It stops at the tip of the drain and releases pleasure as it twists its tortoise head into the modest petals of Kurose. Move your hips shallow so you can apply cloudy liquid to the entrance, not in the back.

"Phew..."

I let out all the accumulated stuff, took a breath and left Kurose. Plumb underneath with a wet towel and put your pants back on.

I'll see the white thing pulling the yarn from Kurose's secret, and I'll softly plush it. After cleaning the surface, I opened it with my fingers and glanced inside. Make sure the white one is inside and close.

Wash your hands in the kitchen, remove the sports beverage pet bottle from the fridge, put your mouth on and drink the trumpet. I couldn't just go in my room, so I packed a lot in the refrigerator in Kurose's room.

"If you were a zombie, it would be easy."

If you're a pretty girl zombie, just take her back to the apartment and leave her alone in this room. I can collect like a doll.

But when you're alive, it's not easy either. It's hard to get him out of the supermarket.

Put it in the trunk case too, drive around. I'm forced to carry you to your room as you chase away the zombies that come by...

It's not that I know how many zombies come together, and if I do poorly, Yusuke will come too. Mostly I have a brother. It's unrealistic.

Even if you zombie the deep moon, you'll be devoured if you let the zombies go poorly. While I was thinking that if I managed to get the tip of my finger just a little bit wiggled...... etc, it got ridiculous. It's also a hassle to get that far to one girl. It's also a way of being a person.

"And I prefer a beautiful sister. Young is good, but you don't have any Aya. Aya."

Yusuke begins his discipline of going out, saying whatever he wants.

It's still dim outside and I can hear the crow. He woke up early in the morning and was relieving the vagaries in the morning with black water.

We're headed to the supermarket in front of the station. It's a few minutes away from Yusuke's apartment, so I walked away to save gas.

What we do is dispose of things that are going to rot. Put a large garbage bag on the basket, put it in the cart, and take the potentially dangerous stuff from one end.

The meat and fish in the pack changed color and emitted a strange odor. Leaf vegetables were numb, but root vegetables such as onions and carrots are still likely to hold.

Leave the bread corner for now. The milk and dairy products also rot, but I ignored them because they seemed to have no problem leaving them alone.

Also check the backyard refrigerator and clean it inside.

"You work better than when you're pulling something off. I have to check the mall. Been busy for a while...... oh, the freezer?

When I opened the stainless steel door of the butcher mill, intense cold air erupted. Something like pork is hung and arranged in the back. It was frozen in the kachikochi with considerable cold air.

"Do you want to have this for a while...? Meat becomes precious. When the electricity stops, it's over."

By the time I filled the fifth garbage bag, it was more or less clean.

"Well, I don't know what to do..."

Before the pile of garbage bags, bother. It doesn't make sense to leave it like this.

"I wish they could eat something like this."

A significant number of bodies should have occurred in this city alone, but they are kept clean thanks to the zombies when it comes to the streets. Are you going to get wigged and zombied, or are you going to get eaten and disappear?

That's where I flashed.

"Right. You can just let it go where people are. You'll eat if you're hungry even when you're about to rot. Maybe he'll be happy."

Tell you what, it hardens a little.

They treat humans like raw garbage disposal machines.

It's not the same human word.

"No, no... you don't. That's not true. Let's go dump it in the mountains."

If they were properly scattered in the back of the mountain, animals would come fishing. Where the maggots are rotten and scratched, there is no problem.

You can build garbage dumps all over the city, out of sight, but there's a smell problem. I don't know where in the city you're going to need it.

Just on the outer edge of the east of the city, a short mountain is spreading, so I decided to throw it away there.

"Light tiger, will you find it?"

Leaving the supermarket, looking around, a strange sight caught my eye.

There's a sparse crowd on the platform of the station you can see from the trail. It's like a commuter waiting for a train.

The movement was fluttering and they all seemed to be zombies, but they seemed to stay there with clear intentions.

If you look at the watch on your arm, it's after eight. It's rush time.

"Waiting for the train...? No way."

The zombies I've seen so far mostly lost themselves and just seemed to wander. But maybe he was obsessed with lifetime patterns of behavior.

"But it's not much time for rush...... I don't know"

There's no urgency, but one of these days you might want to look into zombie behavior patterns. Once you have a better living environment, you don't have much to do.

After that, it took until the evening to clean the two supermarkets and stack the garbage bags behind the high ace. I couldn't find a light tiger, so I just happened to turn it into this white one-box car with the key stab on it.

The sun is already setting. The road conditions are bad and the zombies are wandering around, so it took me a while to get around. I'm going to dump you in the mountains tomorrow, and I'm going back to the apartment.

Upon returning to the room, he removed the black water rope that had been left intact at the table and took him with him to the bathroom. I had a mole on my wrist.

"I also have to think about restraints, which is a pain in the ass. Sm shop or something...... hey. We need to get to the city center."

That's when I realize.

"Cuffs are fine. To the toy store...... no, because of it, altercation or police station. It seems convenient when we catch humans. You don't know what it is, the end of the century."

Handily take off Kurose clothes, naked and tie your hands behind your back. I took my clothes off myself and went into the bathroom with him.

Tending the water, he sat Kurose on the floor and opened his legs. Kurose is taken care of, but grows up as usual.

Place your fingers between your crotches, wiggle through them while they are wet, and pull them out. I take that fingertip seriously, and I snap my neck.

"... are you absorbed after all?

It's the same if you look inside. I didn't even spill it outside, but the semen I was supposed to have put out in the morning is gone.

After holding and leaving Kurose a few times before, I tried to wash it because I thought it would be bad to rot inside, and there was little left. It seems to be absorbed in about half a day.

It's called a daytime station, and zombies still seem to have an ecology they don't quite understand.

"... ma, okay"

Must be convenient.

Let Kurose sit in a bathtub with hot water and hug him in a body seat outfit. With his hands tied behind him, his big breasts are accentuated and he floats fluffy in the water.

When I thanked him for the hardened one down, he went in warm. Kurose keeps his back on the edge, glancing at his face powerless, staring at the ceiling with his lightless eyes. Move your hips slowly in the water so you can hit that neck muscle. Loosely climb up to the comfort of wrapping the core. I didn't have to put up with it as it was, releasing the accumulated pleasure into the black waters. Warmed by the water, it felt like I was holding a human.

"Ugh..."

Wrapped in tiredness, Yusuke exhaled with satisfaction. At that time, Yusuke didn't realize that Kurose's thick crotch, which he was trying to cuddle to Yusuke's body, was slightly relaxed.