22 A cry of distress

"What do you mean?" Saeko said but her smile didn't fade.

"Do you honestly think I'm going pretend you are just another weak woman who incapable to do something serious?" Fujimura's finger traveled her slender naked side, slowly and gently.

"Um... so what?" the sword mistress unavoidably let out a small moan.

"Tell me... when you being harassed... where did you put Kotetsu?" the finger slipped inside the white apron, went into her flat stomach and circling her belly button.

"It's... it's on my hand..." Saeko bit her lips, trying to guard against his reverse attack.

"And... did you let the blade sleep, while he caressed you like this?" the small limb went upward, far ahead to the land of mountain, climbing it with a slight effort and nudged the sharp pink diamond.

"Nnh.. n-no..."

"What did you do with it?" he brought up his thumb and rubbed her nipple all together.

Saeko felt her nerve as if had been electrified, her waist began swayed side to side, and her legs started to quake. His finger ministration akin to an edible food or juicy drink that simply blow your mind off. Whether Fujimura realized it or not, just by this simple act of him, Saeko's thought quickly became blurry, her mind unable to process the words he whispered, she heard yet bewildered.

"I... I... I raised my blade, and I stabbed him," her skin soiled by the beads of her own sweat, her cream like lips had been constantly gasping, leaving the room for her hot breath to greet the environment.

His finger left the pink bud, it was sticking up through the apron, making a visible outline along with its twin. Then he directed his hand downward, once again lingered on her navel, caressing it gently like a precious jar. The journey of the naughty hand didn't stop just there, it went beyond her belt line and invaded inside her skimpy undies.

It's a G-string, the kind of underwear with very thin material, it didn't cover the two plump cheek on her ass.

His finger felt a light grass, he tickled the flourish land then teased her surprisingly moist cavern.

"Hoo... I don't expect you easily got this aroused, which one that excited you the most? My hand? Or the feel of killing that man?"

Saeko's expression already filled with ecstasy, her eyes overflowed with water and blush suffered her face. Her chest heaved like a thumping drum, dancing with the quickening of her breath that went 'puff' and 'puff'.

"Both... both I like," she said with a great effort.

"I am not happy with your answer, pick one only, or I stop," his tone held a dangerous color. His fingers already slowed their pace.

"No, no, don't!" her eyes and voice clung with the begging theme desperately.

"Then pick... one..." he growled while pressing her clit.

"I... I..." she pasted her hands on her face. Soon a smirk pulled the corner of her lips, and the moment she exposed her eyes, it filled with the people could call the true meaning of madness.

"Killing him... I love it, when the sharp edge of my blade slashed down his wide tummy, it spored a lot of blood that gave me an infinite taste of satisfaction. The moment I chopped down his arm, it thrill me to the core and made me wanting more. I could smell his blood against my cheek, I licked it and disgusted at the taste. He gave me such a bad blood, infuriating me so I chop him more..."

The moment she spoke such words, Fujimura sneered and thrusting one finger inside her slit. She threw her face upward and pushed out her tongue from its cage.

The sloppy wet sound reverberated in the food flavored room.

"Nnh... ah! ah! it's the best feeling in the world, even your finger cannot compare, nothing can compare, aaah... I want more... give me more..." she began to speak incoherently. Along with the increased pace of his finger, She yelped and moaned without control.

"You such a deranged woman, don't you have any shame?" Fujimura also wickedly grinned. Her delicious voice incited his desire to ravage her on the spot. He put in two fingers then three, all of them aimed with a single big purpose.

To explode the purple haired mistress and shook her world.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck shame! Fuck virtue! Fuck integrity! What I want is to feel that again!" she practically screaming now, Fujimura raised his body, his face heading to hers and he seized her lips.

While his fingers failed to stop the pumping action, his mouth held back her moan and tangled their tongue. Slurping every odor both parties possessed like the best taste of wine they are. They already old enough to drink sake, so they knew how the alcoholic taste could affect their mind, and this is not far different.

She messed his hair pretty badly, pushing his face and clad her intention from letting it go. After a long time of both parties hum and wet soundtrack filled the ambiguity scene, Saeko closed her eyes and expelled the wave of pleasure from her body. It clutching her mind before erasing her consciousness. Painted her mind with a complete pure white room and nothing inside but the presence of this young man. Her body twitched, her body basket in sweats and it eluded a fragrant scent to the environment. It's nothing but completely satisfying notion for her.

They still glued their lips together, the tongue hardly separated. His fingers drenched with her sacred liquid, making them sticky all over.

While the pair enjoyed their moment of together, a black haired boy stood behind the wall right beside the kitchen room, his face had become pale and eyes turned complicated.

There was only a single thought breezed this youngster mind, that these two people who only a year older than him were completely sick.

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After the passionate activity beheld by them, Fujimura continued his cooking while Saeko slowly recovered her bearing.

"How's the situation on your side when you were separate from us?" he said while tasting the dish.

"It's bad... not only the district had been swarmed by them, there were mobs that try to kill us," Saeko wiped a sweat from her forehead, smile a little at the translucent droplets. She had restored her gentle and calm attitude.

"Huh, same... two people also try to kill us..."

"Really? Is everyone fine?" she tried to stand but her legs still shaky, and her groin felt uncomfortable with her own sticky liquid.

"No problem, we take care of it," Fujimura said without any change in his tone.

"That's OK then..."

After a while, Saeko walked to his side and grabbed the ladle from his hand, she flashed her smile to him.

"Go get some rest, we can't afford you're having a fatigue by tomorrow."

He went silent for a while, then nodded his head. Handling the mantle of chef to Saeko, Fujimura walked out from the kitchen, he surprised a bit at the sight of two collapsed women in the living room but paid them no attention afterward. He climbed the stairs and found Rei was leaning against the guard rail, her face had redness on them, her expression depicted her consciousness trapped between sober and faint.

"Hey don't sleep here, you could have an accident," Fujimura patted her thigh with his feet, then he proceeded climbing the stairs.

But before he managed to go far, two slender hands hugged his left thigh and a pair of soft pillow with hard stones clashed against it.

"Hisashi~" the brown haired girl said. Her left cheek deflated as it rubbed against his leg.

"Oi let me go, I am not whoever person you hallucinate," Fujimura brought down his hand and tried to separate the girl from bear hugging his limb.

"Hisashi... senpai said I am useless... mmmh..." he didn't know where she got the power, but her hug was immensely strong.

"He said I almost got him killed... ne Hisashi... do you think senpai hate me for that?"

"Takashi also have been acting strange since we separate, why do I feel like everybody will begin to distance themselves from me in the future?"

"Hisashi... what happen if they leave me alone... what if they think they should just abandon me?"

"Hisashi... I am scared..."

Fujimura stopped his effort to unclasp the brown haired woman from him, he sighed as he recollected the words he just said to her in few hours ago. Actually, in term of fighting capability, Rei didn't fall short to Saeko, she even more proficient combatant that Takashi. The problem of this girl laid on how she seemed still act base on her own wits. Out of the people in the group, the girl was the easiest one to be provoke in case of something she didn't like or something she ought to do happened. This was a trait that could threat the entire group formation when they are in the middle of fight against them, combining it with her hesitation of killing human, it became the most annoying thing that constantly bugging him.

Moreover she mention something weird with Takashi's behavior, Fujimura frowned, then he remembered Saeko's previous action, perhaps her deed quite traumatized the younger boy.

It's understandable, no sane person could bear her true attitude that lied underneath the gentle smile.

Maybe he should talk to him to clear up his feeling.

After a while, Rei finally doze off and weakening her hold upon his leg, Fujimura crouched and held her bridal style. He went down to the first floor again and placed her slim body on the soft couch.

He stopped a while to gaze at her face, then stood up and returned to the stairs then onward to the second floor.

By the time he arrived at the room where Kohta and Takashi was, he immediately heard a gun fire. Fujimura didn't panic because the sound seemed far, thus he knew it's not one of the two boy who did it.

He pushed the door and saw Kohta along with Takashi was standing on the balcony, the short hair boy's holding a binocular while a cold sweat trailed down his temple.

"How bad is it?"

They startled at Fujimura's sudden inquiry, Takashi turned his face at the blue haired senior and stared at him with complicated eyes, he shook his head eventually.

"It's terrible, one of the bridge have been overrun by them, a cop shot himself after killing the leader of the protestant..." Takashi said while offering the binocular to him.

"Many people stumbled to this area but..."

Fujimura grabbed the item and stuck it to in front of his glasses, a man entered his line of sight, he was alone, running among the sea of them, with a shotgun in hand, he paved his path of slaughter.

It's cool and all, it's like watching a live action survival horror. Until the man had to reload but dropped the ammo in the process, without enough time to the grab them, he had been surrounded, and soon screamed in pain as dozens of zombies ate their dinner.

He also had seen other survivor but no one even come close to the shotgun man, barely a second he spotted their position, their fate quickly had been seal.

"Senpai, we..." Takashi said in hesitated tone.

"Stay put, so long we quite, they won't notice our presence, also turn off the light, don't let any human spot our presence," Fujimura coolly said.

Takashi clenched his hand into a fist, his face slightly turned cold.

"We can't do this... we can't abandon other people, they just the same as us that want to survive this hellish experience, how come we deny them from that chance?" he spoke without a slight respect on his tone.

"Then let's change our position with them, do you think they will help us, especially when there is so much of them on the street?" Fujimura put down the binocular and battled his eyes with the younger boy.

"Yes! I believe they will! I don't believe human have fallen that low in the matter of two days!" Takashi's face darkened. Then he spoke lowly.

"Unless they have already been like that before the shit went down..."

Fujimura didn't say anything to him, his eyes only stare at him, he knew what the boy's mean in his words, he knew who he tried to describe.

His hand twitched, subconsciously reaching to his waist to hold Ashura but he forfeit the idea and he just snorted instead. Looking once more with the binocular, he suddenly grew a sneer then handed the item to Takashi.

"Witness with your own eyes how the human inside your mind was just a wishful imaginary character."

Takashi startled, he doubtfully took the item and inspected ahead.

Several houses from their location, a man was knocking on a door with a little girl behind him. He had bashing on that door for sometimes but the gate still froze like a wall.

Takashi was hoping the house just empty from any personnel, even when they had their lights on.

The man finally clouded with desperation, he raised a big wrench on his hand and prepared to break down the door. But soon it won't be necessary since the door just swung open slowly.

Takashi almost exhaled a relax air but he forcefully held them instantly. A pain emerged inside his chest and battering it hard.

A knife attached to a broom's stick appeared from inside the house and mercilessly stabbed the man chest. Whoever the culprit who did this pull out the knife and closed the door once more.

The man retreated until the house's gate before he fell hard to his back, Takashi could see the man's white shirt soon dirtied by a red color, soaking them to the point of no return.

The girl knelt beside the man, grabbing his hand while seemed calling out his name. The man's hand began to lose their power. Slowly... but surely... it fell to his chest, and he no longer move.

Takashi saw a stream of water fell from the well of her eyes, beads by beads, it roared with desperation and shouted of loneliness.

Fujimura looked at the yellow moon on the sky, the desolate orbit as if encouraged the cry of distress from the far away place.

"That is human... that is humanity."