Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

After the sun went down, Yusuke slipped out of City Hall.

When I used the bike I picked up along the way and reached the apartment, the time was around midnight.

"It's been a long time."

Enter your room and Yusuke looks around inside. The lights are stopped, so only the lights depend on them.

In a slightly dusty room, Yusuke began to color in an attempt to sort out what to take for now.

"First of all, I don't know what to do with this..."

In the closet are firearms obtained from the police station. There are also boxed bullets.

You can hide it and hold it, but it can be a source of trouble when it's ripped off.

"Can't you hide it near City Hall... and use it sometimes? I guess it's in the car."

You can put it in a small safe or even a gun case with a padlock on it and leave it behind the driver's seat. If the rescue is to take place on schedule, it will be a useless long one, but I want to be prepared.

When he finished transferring the firearms to the field bag, Yusuke moved to the other items.

In the early days of the pandemic, I have appropriately held something that seems to be available from mass retailers. Find a hand-turned radio in it and let it go in the bag. I have a USB terminal, so now I can also charge the music player. I picked up something else that seemed to work and closed the bag.

There was nothing in my personal effects that I wanted to take with me. Some clothes.

They're not saving memorabilia, they're getting jobs, and they're sorting out old stuff. Unique, solitary man's room, that's all. All you need is a key and ID.

When the general colour was finished, Yusuke took a breather and opened the refrigerator. Remove the beer inside, pull the pull tab and drink the trumpet. The lights are out so it's a little warm.

It's been a long time since alcohol has stained my dry throat.

Throw down the can and glance at the fridge again. The rest was one.

"Was it in Toko's room, booze... yes, Toko"

Reminds me of my original purpose. About half the beer in his hand, Yusuke turned to Toko's room.

Turn the lock, open the door, take off your shoes and go up to the dining room.

What I saw there was the look of a child falling on the floor.

"Heh...?

Three loosely knitted brunettes spread across the floor in the light. On a thin pink pyjama jacket, glance from its hem, a lower body with just white underwear. A cold, blue-white thigh of a child lying on his side is thrown to the floor.

The handcuffs on Toko's hindhand were put on by Yusuke. Besides, I tied him to a chair through a towel, and he was restrained.

But that restraint, now, is undone.

"You took it off yourself...?

Horrible to approach, but no response.

"Hey... Mr. Toko...?

I try to grab my shoulder and shake it, but it doesn't move at all. His eyes were closed, as if he had returned to his original body.

"Is that hibernation?... I don't know."

Yusuke twists his neck. As the cold got harsher, the other zombies were moving underground and indoors too, but I've never seen zombies that stopped moving like they do in this day and age.

Drinking a little beer, rocking the time. Rub your slippery thighs, get your hands off the hem of a pair of pyjamas, and rub your breasts. I don't wear underwear, so the soft feeling of changing shape in the palm of my hand is immediately conveyed.

"You still have good milk."

I try to mess with you, but I still don't have a reaction.

"Ma, look."

In the meantime, I decided to just unlock the room, and Yusuke left Toko alone. When it moves again, you'll be out of here in time.

Clamp the refrigerator and take out a large number of spare beer cans. I also snatched jerky and other knobs from the cabinet and headed to the back room.

When I opened the bedroom curtains, the moonlight lit up inside the room.

Take off your jacket, go up to bed, and Yusuke starts wearing a beer.

The rescue helicopter is coming the day after tomorrow, so I was going back to City Hall tomorrow night. He didn't look like he was taking a flash call, and he wouldn't notice for a day or so. Tomorrow we're going to be around to see how the city is doing.

I'd like to go to bed already for that, but my nerves are a little high because of the tension I've been having for a while. Soothe it with alcohol and forcefully.

The added alcohol dulled my brain, caught me by it, and the cluttered thoughts came to mind and disappeared.

I've been drinking here before.

Sure, after seeing him for the second time in the late moon.

They asked for food, and this one asked for the body as a price.

At that time, I was looking at this one with eyes that seemed to kill me.

Beginning with such a worst relationship, after a twist, I began to live together. But it ended up broke,

(Around and in its original place...)

"Crap."

Open the next beer. Yusuke poured the liquor so as to push away the clutter that came up one after the other.

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I rolled into a futon and fell asleep, and I sprinkled at night.

Yusuke's consciousness slowly surfaced from the melting of the floor.

Explore the discomfort around you in a blurry state of sleep.

Right around the corner, there were signs of people.

(What...?

Yusuke caught a muddy drowsiness and opened his tense eyelids.

Vision connects the focus, for a little while.

The appearance of a child standing right next to the bed came into my eyes.

It is lit by the moonlight and stares at this one without expression. The three loose braids drip off its shoulders and the hands seem to remain restrained behind them, accentuating the rich breasts that lift the pyjamas.

(Heh...?

Still unable to distinguish between dreams and depression, Yusuke blurred and looked at the sight in front of him.

Suddenly, the time moved.

He came here from the side and bit me in the neck.

(... Huh!? This guy!)

Consciousness awakens at once.

It was alarming.

By the zombies, though, I didn't expect to drink so painfully that I lost consciousness.

Unplug the futon you were wearing and let go of the time. Toko broke down his posture and put his butt on the bed.

With it sideways, Yusuke put his hand on the bitten spot and explored the wound.

So, I notice the discomfort.

I thought I was bitten. I don't have any pain in my neck muscles, I just feel like I'm going to get stuck. Even if I try to light up the moonlight, I only have saliva on my hands.

(... Didn't he bite you?

Timeko tries to cover himself up here, remaining in a handless and disabling position. Yusuke hurries to contain that shoulder.

Timeko clearly recognized this one as a prey.

But I don't feel any imminent hostility or malice, like when zombies attack people. There is no momentum in power either, to the extent that it can be contained with one hand.

"Don't go wild!

I'm about to get my right hand bitten, and I rush my hand off.

I can't find out. Yusuke pushed Toko down to his bed and sealed his movements across his belly. When you are restrained with your hands on your back, this prevents you from doing anything.

Timko is blurry and looking up at this one, moving her gaze and wanting to see how things are going. On his loose open lips, his little tongue glimpsed.

(What the...)

After restraining the child, and then dozens of minutes, after all the hard work.

Finally, I know what Tokiko was trying to do.

Looking at this one as a prey seems to be true, but I wasn't looking for blood or meat.

Timeko bites into Yusuke's hand, which he offers to try. Its teeth are about a sweet bite, and the feeling of a lukewarm tongue wets around the watermarks and nails of the hands.

He also makes his tongue tease on his fingers and starts licking them like ice cream. When one gets clean, he moves on to his next finger.

The trick seems to be caressing, but it is more immediate.

(Eating dirt...)

A move that doesn't eat through the skin, but just licks the waste on the surface.

Snack bones, dog-like moves.

(Am I the bone...)

I also helped her get drunk and Yusuke felt strange weakness.

If you're going to make a hypothesis, there's probably been some change in time, and Yusuke was also prey certified.

Yusuke, however, has the constitution of not being attacked by zombies.

I guess those two folds of prey, but not attackable, resulted in the behavior of eating waste.

You probably prefer blood and meat too, but you don't dare take acts that hurt you, something like that.

(hurriedly lost......)

Being attacked by a child was a bad unintentional blow to the heart. Yusuke breathes relief.

Meanwhile, Toko's diet continues.

A beauty in sight has her fingertips in her mouth and is crawling her tongue.

Yusuke became annoyed as he kept up the sight.

Driven by the urge to push him down, but because of this, let him be a child, but let him stay.

When I lay down on the bed and opened my head to the pillow, the time came on my stomach. In the pyjamas, the soft breasts are pressed against each other.

The tongue was moving from wrist to elbow. Sensation of lips sucking on the skin. The surface of salivated skin is tickled many times with the tongue. Along with the sound of pictures, pictures, and kittens licking milk, the sensation of twitching creeps through the surface.

Eventually, when he was stuck to his armpit, he began to move his body without time running out.

Timeko's slippery bare feet are teasing this one. The pressed chest shifted downwards, wrapping Yusuke's hips around the shape. The groin, which was about to harden, was buried in a rich puffiness.

When entering the futon, both his jacket and trousers were removed, thus conveying a soft chest feel to the thin fabric basket of boxer pants. The core slowly rises up to that sweet sense of compression that can be pressed casually, exposing you to the urge to poke by accident.

The motion of the child made this T-shirt turn up. On the flank, the feeling of the wet tongue broke in.

(... I feel weird about this...)

Toko moves his lips in such a way as to cling to Yusuke's hips.

Abrasions to abs. Traces of saliva are followed as they pass through the lines of the muscles. The damp lips leave no sense of comfort.

The navel was shrugged at the tip of his tongue and Yusuke made his hands and feet tingly nervous. Timeko's lips crawl around adhesive and her stomach sprinkles with saliva.

…………

Yusuke left himself blurry to that warm-watery sensation.

Eventually, Timoko's lips slowly descend to his waist.

Under the navel, at the tip of the lower abdomen, to a place where there is a lot of rush and heat.

After a few seconds, her soft lips tickled her tight underwear. Yusuke took a small breath in the pleasure of running from it.

The underwear is further covered with lips, and the back of the tongue is stimulated by the chisel, chisel, and tongue.

It was so hard to put up with the voice, but it didn't last long either. The stimulus immediately shifts to the side, towards the inner crotch.

"... Ha, ha..."

I'm not caressed otherwise. Toko is just eating and Yusuke just feels comfortable with it on his own. I felt treacherous.

Timoko's tongue gradually crawls up his inner thigh, slowly breaking into the vicinity of his scrotum as he slacks up the hem of his underwear.

(No... haven't you had a bath in a while...)

It was just a rough thing a while ago. It doesn't stink because it's winter, but it's not very clean. I guess that, on the contrary, will be the bait for the Timeko.

The tip of his tongue blurred the bag, and Yusuke shook his body. My tongue sticks up like I found my prey, and my lips suck.

The balls are swept up and down and sucked into the lukewarm lips. The tip of the tongue moves in the sausage of the saliva and protrudes the wrinkles of the bag. Try to stretch each wrinkle out and get licked of the accumulated dirt.

Whenever my tongue moved, the pleasure of not leading to ejaculation swirled at my hips. The strong tension is hardening to the limit, sticking to the lower abdomen and about to stick out from the top of the underwear. There is mucus from the tip or hanging from the lower abdomen. If they touched me now, I would have left soon.

After the bag is nicely licked, the lips glance over the stiff contours that poke her underwear. All nerves concentrate on their movements for a tingling pleasure.

As the lips reached the top, the tongue of the Son of Times entered the gap between the underwear. A soft one intertwines at the bell mouth, which has become sticky in the run ahead.

The feel of her lukewarm lips wrapped her turtle head around it.

The tingling itch, which was swollen by lips and placed on a tempered tongue, turns into comfort at once. The feeling of being rubbed with the lips, whilst the crease of the cassette is peeled at the tip of the tongue. My tongue licks up the sensitive area behind my turtle head so that I can scrub off the dirt.

A sudden sense of ejaculation engulfed her and Yusuke woke her body intolerably. Grab Timeko's head and push it all the way back at once.

The child's face, restrained in handcuffs at the back of his hand and draped with a loose threesome knit on the bed, is utterly faceless, with a glaring white swell from the chest of the pyjama and a thigh thrown at the bed, illuminated by the moonlight, causing inhuman lewdness.

By poking it to the roots, the tip of the swollen tortoise head crushes his throat and pushes his crunchy mouth into it. If you're human, you'll vomit, but they're dead.

Feeling the nostrils of the child being pressed against his lower abdomen, he punches his head further into the back.

The tongue, pushed away by strong tension, is awkward and entangled to dissolve the strained genitals.

Toko's throat moved up and down, squeezing up to drink the tip of his turtle head. Feels like you can gently suck up the loose things that are accumulating on your hips.

"Huh...!

The movement was decimated by what was enduring. Rubbing his turtle head against the back of his throat, with the pulse of pleasure, he spits out the dirty liquid.

Yusuke, who trembles his body to taste the pleasure of release, contrasted with Toko. Throat untouched, swallowing a man's semen. Without agony, I still pulse it in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the roots of my comfort and sucking it up, as if I were squeezing the rest of the juice.

Yusuke sputtered into the woman's throat until the last drop remaining in the urethra, letting her hips wave at the movement of her tongue.

Then finally, I let go of the child's head when I was holding him,

"Ha..."

Sleep on your back on the bed with a rough breath.

Wrapped in a comfortable sense of tiredness.

I got all that out, but it hasn't shriveled down there yet.

Toko is crawling his tongue into Yusuke's lower abdomen, where he fell asleep, as he obsessed with semen.

to its appearance,

(Uh... this or...)

Yusuke finally got to the point in his fuzzy consciousness.

Previous tests have confirmed that semen released into the time child is absorbed in about half a day. I only thought it would be convenient then.

What happens as a result of absorption?

If eating human meat makes you smarter, it's not strange to have similar effects with semen.

In retrospect, I started to react to this one little by little after I started to hold the time.

There were signs.

(... is it going to be something you've been feeding on...)

Reminds me of the zombies on the college campus.

However, I feel that the atmosphere of the child is different from that of them again.

The campus zombies had signs like predators, observing this one on a faraway roll, but from time to time, I can't feel any of those active things.

I'm surprised they attacked me all of a sudden, but that's to the point of being twisted, too.

If you think about it, Toko has been getting food from a single human being named Yusuke. It's different what you're ingesting, and it's different how you zombie. There may be another action going on with the campus zombies.

(Then... even if you experiment with Toko, doesn't that make any sense)

The idea of using the time child to explore the weaknesses, abilities, and habits of the intelligent body blurred my mind all the time, but this is the only difference at this point. It would only be to the point of reference at best.

Besides, I'm about to say goodbye.

Thinking about it makes me feel spared letting go.

Pull back and pull something out of the Timeko's mouth. The turtle head was covered in saliva and thread was coming from the lips of the Son of Times.

Yusuke changed his posture and laid Timeko's body on the bed as he caught the urge to poke again. The soot of the pajamas is raised and the white belly is revealed. The lower body was just white lace underwear, its soft ass cracked open, and Yusuke put his hips in.

Toko has his hands restrained on his back, blurred and dark eyes, looking up at this one.

Lift one thigh with your right hand and slowly fill the tip from the gap in your shifted underwear to the entrance under the thin bush.

The feeling of the dry interior being forcefully ripped open by a tortoise head wet with saliva. Meat cracked open at the tip of the cassette tries to undo it, tangled up in a strong core. The tingling pleasure runs on that friction that keeps pushing it to the back. The meat bars swell further, pushing and spreading the meat around the vagina.

Pushing inside to the roots, the strong tension buried in the neat meat.

Turn the jacket of the child's pyjamas up to his neck and expose the two big swells. It doesn't even collapse into gravity, it's beautifully shaped. Besides, I nod my fingers and enjoy the feeling of fumbling. Covered as it is, the chest plate adheres to the soft woman's body and moves her hips slowly, enjoying its sensation of changing shape rather.

After enjoying it for a while, suddenly, on my left ear, the tongue of Timeko touched me. Make sure you look through the indentation and the wet tip of your tongue crawls around. The earlobes are wrapped around the lips, tongues stretching from the back, and the dirt in the earholes is licked off.

The feeling of incompetence and the soft intimacy with which the lower body tenses quickly gives rise to a hunch of vomiting.

Yusuke never put up with it, leaving himself to pleasure. Strongly embrace the thin body of the temporal child and press the tip of the tortoise head against the entrance to the uterus,

……

I let it go.

Like a spasm of ejaculation, my hips are thrust twice or three times. Spit out the accumulation so that it is squeezed out in the time child.

When he finished putting everything out, Yusuke slowly pulled out of his power. Yusuke fell into a mellow spot as he felt the tongue of Timoko in his ear.

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"It's already evening..."

Yusuke looked up at the red sky as if he was frightened.

The sun is already falling. A glancing evening from the horizon was throwing a red light into the city.

On my first schedule, I was going to look around in the morning to see how things were going in the city. But in the end, I spent a lot of time with my kids.

Without knowing it, I might have been stressed out. The recoil, or it served like a monkey.

Now that I had spit out all the poison, I felt refreshed, like the first time I was enjoying my freedom in this city.

The rescue chopper is coming tomorrow. I have to get back to City Hall by the end of the night.

Behind Yusuke, who stepped out of the apartment entrance, Toko also stands.

He wears a knitted sweater, a thin jacket and a slightly flared long skirt underneath, with black leggings inside and braided boots on his feet. This is the result of a proper look out of the closet.

That alone seemed weak in the rain, so he also wears a raincoat of moss green camouflage and puts the hood on his eyesight. This one's male, so it's slightly bigger. The look of a grown-up beauty with dark hair cementing in field fashion was pretty cool.

Now for a while, wandering around the city won't make you look like a sight to behold.

There was no hesitation in freeing the city of the seemingly intelligent, but nobody in this area anyway.

The living people at the moment would have gathered at City Hall, and that City Hall will have a rescue tomorrow. Sometimes I have a lot of attachments, and I stopped imprisoning and eliminating them.

"Thankyou, Toko. Thank you for everything."

Hands up, but of course there's no response. Silently, I'm dropping my gaze at this foot.

Without worrying about it, Yusuke took on the field bag and pushed his bike and walked away.

"Well..."

I walked for a while and Yusuke snapped.

"How far are you following me..."

From behind, the time is at a quiet foot, following. It does not rush, it does not procrastinate, it follows Yusuke's feet pale.

Ever since I left the apartment room, I've been at this rate.

It seems that the eating demands have been calmed down by the fact that I've put them inside a few times, and they never hit me, but now, like Hina in Cargamo, I'm chasing after Yusuke.

As he crossed the station and entered the downtown area, Yusuke straddled his bike with a disconnect. I can't even take you to City Hall just like that. When I let go of the distance at once and its appearance was as small as a grain, Seiko finally gave up, too, and stopped.

After watching for a while, the figure disappeared into a nearby subway staircase.

"… masterful"

Yusuke waved loosely, leaving the spot behind.