Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

"Well, I'll think about it."

Yusuke returns the Bliss.

Originally, I don't have the right to help these three. At first, it was information-oriented contact, and when I went, I fed it, but then I took care of it regularly, the story is different.

Bringing food is something I said to myself, but I brought food once, so I can't even tell you that I fulfilled my promise. Yusuke has become a pain in the ass.

Neither help nor gain from Yusuke. There's so much more I want to do.

"Ah, ahhh...!

You perceived the change in atmosphere, the late moon rushes after you.

"I'm sorry! Um, I'm sorry! I'm getting help... Um..."

"Fine, fine. It's tough when you're hungry."

Behind words, Yusuke answers in a provocative manner.

"I'm rolling there, because it's a blanket. You can use it. Pumpkin cold. I hope help comes before winter gets tough."

I got to the front of the elevator and as I tried to get over the barricade, they grabbed my hand from behind.

Looking back, with a deep moon look,

"Takemura-san, help me......! Please…"

The face, brittle and beautiful, inspired a man's protective appetite. It's like making me want to dress good in front of this woman.

If they plead with this face, there won't be a man who can say no. Now I guess I've had all the help from around me, Yusuke thought it was such a twist.

"Have you ever seen someone being attacked by a zombie?

…………

The deep moon was silent and nodded small.

"I also risk my life getting one piece of food. You know what I mean?"

"Yes......"

In fact, instead of risking his life, he gets as much as he can, but Yusuke's slightly twisted emotions made him want to bully this beautiful girl.

"So, what's in it for me to feed you guys? If I were you guys alone, I'd be alive for a month. The previous one and this one are fine. I already gave it to you. But next time, it might just be my share. Do you understand?"

The deep moon nods and stares at the floor. In the present situation, I guess you understand that food is a tremendous commodity.

In the late moon, when nothing could be said back, Yusuke continued by dropping the tone of his voice.

"... well, I have a responsibility to help, so I'll do what I can. Instead, you do something. In a situation like this, it doesn't matter if you're an adult or a child. It's a give-and-take."

The deep moon slowly, looked up.

With a slightly stronger look,

"Something......?

"Let me hold you."

"Huh..."

The deep moon holds the chest, reflexively lagging behind.

Those eyes turn into a gaze of scorn.

"Men are always like that......! You think it's about us!?

"What else can you do? To you. If there's anything you can do, try to convince me."

"That's... but you can't be allowed to do that!

Yusuke stared with cold eyes at the furious deep moon.

(Well, I guess this guy can't do it)

In my previous life, the Deep Moon would have been the demanding side, not the demanding side, as it was earlier. I also know my worth well. It is pride that does not allow it to be discredited. Even when you live or die.

Seeing that the deep moon doesn't move, Yusuke said,

"... good luck with that"

When you try to return the quizzes,

"Ma... wait. I'll do anything else."

"So say it. Because I'm gonna ask you."

"Ko, I will provide Takemura with this as a safe place. I'll keep an eye on you while you're off."

"I'm not here. Where do you think I'm sleeping? If you're more or less into it, you guys can beat it out and take it from here."

"So, something... anything... because this is the time, shouldn't we be helping!? I have a little kid too!?

"I don't know. You're generally not helping. Isn't that my one-sided take out? You just have to say thank you? You, because you're a woman, you're a minor, don't you take it for granted that you need help?

"Oh, no..."

"Then rethink the word" help ". I'm not a rescue team or a volunteer. I'm gonna go out in the zombies and get you guys some food."

…………

The deep moon bit my lips off, and I was nagging.

Deep Moon doesn't know Yusuke won't be attacked by zombies. In other words, Yusuke understands that going for food is synonymous with risking your life. Now Yusuke was irritated by the attitude of the late moon to demand food and be thankful.

The deep moon is a blurry and powerless voice,

"Give me the money... when you get home, give me all your savings..."

I'm not gonna talk to you.

The deep moon was silent for a while, then, as in the last inquiry,

"... really... really can't, can you help me"

"No. If you want to help, sacrifice something."

…………

The deep moon snapped small.

"... with your hands..."

"What?

"It's a hand......, I will"

He moved to a private room in the men's bathroom and closed the door.

When you two go in, your shoulders are close enough to touch each other.

Yusuke lowered his hips in the toilet seat and glanced at the deep moon as he stood. silently nodding, the deep moon has a faint voice,

"Um... how do I..."

"... get down on your knees and let me out of there"

Deep moon kneels on tile and hands on Yusuke's groin with open legs. I tried to take my belt off with my trembling hands, but I failed many times to see if I could help.

When I finally unbuttoned and touched the zip, the late moon hesitates. He raised his face and turned his plea expression to Yusuke, but Yusuke answered it silently.

The deep moon gave up and slowly zipped down. Bloated underwear becomes dew. When I laid my hands on it, Shizuku fell out of the nagging eyes of the deep moon. Stuffed with sleeves, but even more flooded.

For food, I guess being made to dress like end-of-place prostitution is quite humiliating.

Yusuke didn't say anything.

Deep Moon lowered Yusuke's underwear one by one, turning away, looking at the thing that had put his head out.

"... Next, take this...?

"Grip it, grip it up and down"

Make sure you pinch it at your fingertips and touch it with a fear of half a burst. It moves faintly up and down, but with little force.

"This is what I'm gonna do."

Yusuke forcefully took the right hand of the deep moon and let it grip what began to harden. A thin, white finger tangles in an ugly organ that stands in verse. Keep moving up and down and force them to do so. The deep moon remained rigid, naked but left.

"Got it?

……

The deep moon nodded small and began to move his hand cursorily. The pole is rubbed with the hands of the deep moon.

It was a mere stimulus, but still the bumps began to grow in the hands of the deep moon. The organs become congested so as to push and spread the fingers that tighten. The deep moon moves its hands diligently, but it cannot be said to be smooth because there is not enough lubricant.

"Drop it."

"Huh?"

And who is it?

Did the late moon understand what was said, blues his face?

"Oh, I can't."

…… Do you want me to?

To that word, the deep moon shakes its neck.

As Yusuke stared silently, Deep Moon lay down his face like he had lost his roots and took his left hand to his mouth. Drop saliva after moving your mouth over your mouth. Sprinkle the saliva of the foamed palm into a meat stick that remains gripped with your right hand, so that it is stroked.

"... is this okay?

"Hold it with both hands. It ends sooner."

…………

In the unfamiliar late moon, Yusuke taught the sensitive part of the man. The deep moon moves its hands, as it is told.

Grasp the rod with your right hand and make a wheel with your left hand to plump the turtle head up and down. The watery part of my thumb rubs up my saliva filled crust and back muscles for a relaxed pleasure.

However, this was still naive when it came to looking good.

"... does it feel good?

"Uh... Fair enough. Kind of."

Yusuke thinks a little.

"Stand up for a second. Keep your hands moving."

"? Yes"

Inevitably, the deep moon becomes the middle waist of the forehead. Long dark hair drifted off in front of Yusuke. Try to wiggle that hair and reach for the chest of the deep moon.

"What...?

I don't mind the deep moon raising the bewilderment, I'll unbutton that shirt puffily.

"Become... what, what"

"You suck, so if you don't have service, you're out."

"... Oh, stop,..."

"Keep your hands off me."

Unbuttoning all the buttons and opening the shirt, the chest of the late moon, which stopped the movement, dew. White and black dotted bra peeks from the chest. As he inserted his hand and forced it up, Poron and his two breasts were pulled by gravity and spilled. About C cup, it was in beautiful shape. Soften up in the palm of your hand and try scrubbing your pink nipples.

"... Huh!

"If you want to get this over with, good luck with your temper"

To that word, the late moon resumes its hand movements silently. More earlier, it was a nasty hand move. A soft palm of the deep moon and a white fingertip tangle like a mollusk on a meat stick wet with saliva and a run ahead. Rub the floating rod of the blood vessel up with your fingertips and move the tortoise head in the palm of your hand.

More exciting than that was the late-moon outfit. An active outfit called a white shirt with cardigan and black jeans, but the shirt is only visible in front of you and has a soft chest. Taste the service of the late moon as you wrap your hands around those two sucking young swells at will.

"……………"

They tease my nipples and the deep moon leaks my voice small. Still not stopping his hand, Yusuke felt a build-up of loose ends in the back of his hips. My breath gets rough and I want to move my hips. Yusuke endured it and carefully tasted the process by which the hands of the deep moon dragged comfort out of the back of his hips.

The hands of the deep moon moisten, and as they are snubbed, twitching and expensive gather at the tip. The nipples of the late moon I was messing with at my fingertips changed from soft to dusty. When I pinched to rub that side of the hard and swollen, I felt a lot of force in the palms of both hands of the late moon, and I was squeezed up a lukewarm meat stick. At that moment, a pile of white pleasure dragged out of the back of his waist and exploded in both hands of the deep moon.

"Huh...!

The semen from the fountain-like momentum is beaten to the tummy of the deep moon. Chirp, chirp, several degrees of cramps and eruptions. The other day, the deep moon kept its meat bars clenched, eyes open and stiff.

"... Huh..."

Yusuke exhales loudly and takes a deep breath. With it, the deep moon releases its hand as well. The deep moon stared at the semen dripping down his own stomach.

They then appropriately tucked themselves in with toilet paper and the two left their private rooms.

Yusuke, who tried to get out of the hallway first, flickered his gaze back. The late moon was silently nagging and carefully washing his hands.