Daily life in Zongman

Senior Shiyu smiled, but her words weren't as gentle as usual: "On the third day after arriving in the apocalyptic world, you and Senior Purple Hair started dating. Congratulations on becoming a Hall of Fame-level Sea King. Who's your next target? That blonde, busty school nurse, or the girl sitting in front of you?"

Fujiwara Haru lowered his head in thought. He didn't have much experience in relationships. Most of the time, they just got along normally, and then there were Sister Fuyu, Glass, and PA-san. Therefore, he was actually a little slow in love and emotions. But when faced with such angry words, he was somewhat aware of it: Sister Shiyu, are you jealous?

Should it be? How to deal with it?

Giving gifts can make people happy, so give one a try.

Fujiwara Haru flashed back to the dormitory, took out the small gift he found in the morning from his schoolbag, and flashed back to the warehouse again.

Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked, and when she thought she was dazzled, she found that the junior in front of her had a pile of books in his hands.

"Just now I got clothes for Busujima-senpai, not to confirm our relationship, but because she might need a change of clothes later, so I came to get a set. And then I wanted to see some black stockings, so I also picked up a pair."

After explaining it, he placed the book on the table and continued, "When I passed by the bookstore this morning, I thought that Senior Shiyu likes reading, so I brought back a light novel. Here is the complete collection."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Fujiwara Haru, who was explaining seriously and trying to give her gifts to make her happier, and she let out a sigh and sat back in her chair.

She had always known that Fujiwara Haru had a girlfriend, and she was also aware that she was doing something immoral. She wasn't actually jealous, but rather she lost her composure a little after realizing that the newcomer might have been ahead of her, and was also a senior student, so she was very likely to take her place.

In fact, during the six months when they hadn't seen each other, as Kasumigaoka Utaha kept rewriting the fifth volume of "Love Metronome", she gradually became less opposed to the fact that her junior had a girlfriend.

Sometimes late at night, she would think: What would she do if the boy kept her hanging and didn't confirm their relationship?

Her answer was that even if she was just a backup, she still wanted to keep having an ambiguous relationship with him.

A loser or something like that is absolutely not acceptable!

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the suspenders and black stockings on the table, her words no longer angry, and she asked calmly: "You want to see senior sister wearing this pair of suspenders and black stockings, right?"

I blinked and noticed that when Senior Shiyu said the word "senior", she seemed to deliberately not say the word "Dokujima".

After thinking about it, Senior Shiyu looks pretty good in a suspender and black stockings. I want to see it.

Nodding in response: "If Senior Shiyu can wear it, I'd like to see it too. I want both."

Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her right leg over her left, her feet crossed. Her right leg, clasped in black silk stockings, hooked the toe of her shoe. She stomped her left leg lightly, causing the shoe on her right foot to sway in the air. The distance between her heel and the shoe surface kept shrinking and expanding with the swaying, shrinking and expanding, and a faint warm breath spread out.

"Junior, your words are truly a masterpiece of the sea king. Busujima-senpai alone can't satisfy your desires, and you've even set your sights on me. But I still remember my promise to give you a pair of stockings as a gift. If you can sincerely plead with me, perhaps I'll be merciful and consider it, and put on a pair of black suspender stockings and give them to you in a day."

"Of course, for consideration only."

"Okay, please, Shiyu-senpai, wear it for a day and give it to me. Please!"

Fujiwara Haru was in a good mood. It was really a pleasure to be able to satisfy her preferences.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped stamping her feet. She retracted her right leg, put on her shoes again, and said with a slight smile: "Junior brother is really loyal to his own desires~ But since I mentioned this matter before, I will think about it. Junior brother, go back first~"

I took the school uniform and black silk suspenders from the table, put them in a bag, said goodbye to Senior Shiyu, and left the warehouse.

When I arrived at the school gate, Busujima Saeko was already waiting there.

When they met, I asked, "Does Busujima-senpai have any other plans for the afternoon?"

"The exploration team is scheduled to gather at three o'clock to explore further."

"Isn't there enough time?"

"It's 1:50 now, half an hour will be enough. Please, Fujiwara-kun, I can't stand it anymore."

"Well, if it's too late I'll go talk to them."

"Thank you very much!"

He drove the Hummer out of the parking lot and headed deep into Bedzhu City, where there were still many zombies that had not been dealt with.

Fujiwara Haru sensed his body on the way. His spiritual power naturally recovered more slowly when he didn't sleep. The spiritual power that was emptied before lunch has only just recovered to about 20%. At this rate, it is estimated that it will not be fully recovered until late at night.

I decided to go back to sleep and recover after I’ve dealt with Busujima-senpai’s matter, and then go on a nationwide tour as soon as I’ve recovered as soon as possible.

Compared to the saintly behavior of going to sleep after eating and then touring the country after waking up, Fujiwara Haru chooses to prioritize taking care of the people and affairs around him.

Sometimes he would feel ashamed when he heard people praising him too much. He always felt that he was just an ordinary person who happened to have some ability to do good things, and he was actually doing these things.

Fujiwara Haru will do his best to help others while taking care of his own life. If danger happens before his eyes, he will also do his best to save people. But he will not say that because he has great ability, he will take the blame for the bad things that cannot be prevented on himself.

He will only try his best to help others, but will never add responsibilities or burdens to himself. Especially in this zombie apocalypse world, Fujiwara Haru's ability cannot save the world. He can only try his best to help, and more importantly, the survivors still have to save themselves and become stronger.

Therefore, when he traveled around the country, he mostly focused on eliminating large zombie hordes near survivors. After clearing them out, he wouldn't stop to talk to the survivors, but would simply leave for the next location. This cycle continued until his spiritual power was almost depleted, at which point he would return to base to rest and prepare to continue the next time.

He does not need the people he rescued to repay him, nor does he need their thanks, and he would do so even without the reward from the gods.

When the road is rough, draw your sword and help.

Do good things and do your best.

That's it.

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Thanks to the clearing of the main roads last night, the Hummer reached the city center, which is the boundary river between Xicheng District and Dongcheng District, after driving for half an hour.

Fujiwara Haru stopped the Hummer and looked at Busujima Saeko in the passenger seat, indicating that they had arrived.

Because of the noise of the vehicles, the zombies in the houses on the roadside gradually gathered in the middle of the street. They staggered towards the center of the bridge.

"Fujiwara-kun, thank you very much."

Busujima Saeko took her sword and quickly got off the Hummer. She looked at the large group of zombies gathering in the distance and licked her lips lightly.

After the experience yesterday, she had been thinking about it, and kept recalling the fact that she could vent her violence without restraint.

After rescuing the members of the exploration team in the morning, she couldn't control herself and killed many zombies.

But there were too many people watching her, too many, too many people, not just the exploration team, but also many members of the logistics team. Everyone was looking at her, and Busujima Saeko, still a little worried about being exposed to outsiders and being treated differently, couldn't fully vent her feelings.

Now, there was only one person watching her.

And Busujima Saeko clearly knew that he didn't mind her other side and accepted it completely.

Drawing her sword, Busujima Saeko leaned forward slightly as she watched the staggering zombies approach. She gripped the hilt tightly, unsheathed it, and with a flash of light, the zombie in front of her fell to the ground, blood splattering and filling the ground with filth.

She controlled the angle so that the blood did not spray on her, and she was also wearing protective gear, not just her school uniform.

After killing a zombie, Busujima Saeko didn't wait for the slow zombies to stagger over. She stepped forward and started rushing towards the group of zombies.

Spinning, slashing with her sword, dodging attacks, and then turning back to strike back, she danced gracefully and elegantly through the thorny jungle like a purple butterfly. Zombies fell one after another, but she remained unscathed.

Time slipped by as she danced, the zombie horde gradually dwindling, and Busujima Saeko's breathing quickened. Her stamina far surpassed that of an average person, but after half an hour of hacking away at zombies, she was reaching her limit. Driven by a constant surge of dopamine, she mustered her strength once more and charged towards the last few remaining zombies.

The sixth zombie from the gathering was here, and Busujima Saeko's breathing became more rapid.

Busujima Saeko was the fifth from the last of the gathered zombies and began to stagger.

The fourth to last zombie gathered together would take three hits to kill.

The third to last zombie gathered. Busujima Saeko gasped for breath, letting the zombie's claws hit her shoulder guard, then she took the opportunity to stab the zombie's head through the eye.

Stir, kill.

The second to last of the assembled zombies, Busujima Saeko barely raised her hand before swinging her knife and slashing. The zombie's arm, half broken, drooped from its shoulder, and Busujima Saeko could no longer aim accurately. With two more swings of her knife, she slaughtered the zombie in front of her, blood spurting onto her body.

Busujima Saeko smiled excitedly, staggered towards the last zombie, then raised her knife and stabbed the last enemy.

Under the mask, she looked at the empty field before her, at the corpses scattered across the ground, and her smile grew even brighter. She stood there trembling, her pupils constricted, her face flushed.

After the ultimate release, in the ultimate brain trembling, in the ultimate comfort and pleasure, Busujima Saeko reached the peak of pleasure.

She stood trembling for a moment, then collapsed from complete exhaustion.

He had been watching her, and came to her side in time and hugged her.

He took off the blood-stained mask and looked at her unconscious face. After thinking for a while, he decided that since he had already embraced her, he might as well take her back home.

When I drove the Hummer over here earlier, I was wondering if it would be inappropriate to carry Busujima-senpai with me. Now, I was thinking about returning as soon as possible to take her home and get her some rest. The Hummer was already locked, so I could just drive back later.

Spiritual energy enveloped Dokujima-senpai in his embrace. Besides the stench of blood, he could clearly sense the scent of lilacs emanating from her body. Sweat, evaporating from the intense heat of the workout, also gave the scent a warm feel.

It took him a few seconds to get back to the base, and he entered the room faster by landing on the balcony of 502, and placed the unconscious girl on the bed.

When I was about to leave, my hand was held.

Soon, Busujima-senpai's hands drooped, as if unable to clench. Her expression was still a little dazed. She stared at me for a moment, then slowly came to her senses and whispered, "Thank you."

"Well, Busujima-senpai, if you want to vent again, you can come to me again, but while you are leading the team, you must restrain yourself to prevent any accidents."

"Will do……"

Saeko Busujima blushed slightly, pursed her lips, and asked again: "Fujiwara-kun, can I trouble you with one more thing?"

"what's up."

"Can you help me take off my armor?"

"can."

He quickly removed the protective gear from Senior Busujima and discovered that she was completely soaked inside. A lavender pattern was printed on her school uniform, turning the white shirt purple and white.

At the same time, along with her breathing, senior sister Busujima's sweat continued to roll down her skin, some dripping onto the bed, and more slowly gathered in the various depressions of her body.

After thinking for a while, he looked around and got her a towel, indicating that she should wipe herself.

Busujima-senpai raised her hand, took the towel, and then dropped it to the ground. She pursed her lips and said, "Sorry, I'm exhausted. Um... could you please help me wipe it?"

After a quick look, he noticed that Busujima-senpai had collapsed completely powerlessly on the bed, her long purple hair scattered around her like untied branches. And in the center of the steaming juice, she was the fully ripe fruit.

The juice gathered on her chest, forming a small "lake", and the surface of the water rippled with her breathing, waiting.

The scent of lilacs gradually filled the quiet bedroom.

"Do, do, do~"

There was a knock on the door of 502, and Futaba Rio was standing outside.

She had just been inquiring about the exploration team's morning encounters, preparing to optimize their exploration plan and address any potential dangers they encountered, when she realized that most of the team members were no longer able to continue the afternoon's exploration. So, with some free time between experiments, she sought out Busujima Saeko to inform her that the afternoon's exploration had been canceled.

Futaba wasn't very good at communication. Aside from experiments and arranging things, she rarely approached anyone to talk. She wouldn't go to the school gate to ask if anyone had seen Busujima Saeko leave before she'd searched the entire academy.

The survivors of Fujimi Academy were mainly concentrated in the teaching building, cafeteria and dormitory. She walked around the teaching building and cafeteria and didn't meet Busujima Saeko, so she chose to go to the dormitory to take a look.

Probably, in the dormitory, right?

She seemed to hear some noises inside.

Chapter 291 Stealing the House Secretly ③

Hearing someone knocking on the door, Fujiwara Haru was about to open it, but was stopped by Busujima Saeko's hand.

"Who is it?"

Busujima Saeko asked, thinking that her roommate, Marikawa, had a room card and probably wouldn't knock. If it was an outsider, she didn't want them to see her like this.

"Bujima-san, none of the members of the exploration team have recovered yet and are unable to continue this afternoon's exploration. I'm here to inform you that this afternoon's exploration has been cancelled."

Futaba Rio's voice came from outside the door.

Busujima Saeko didn't have any strange ideas to hide from Futaba. After confirming that it was not an outsider, she let go of her hand, and Fujiwara Haru walked over to open the door.

Then I found that Futaba had disappeared around the corner and up the stairs, apparently going back to her bedroom 603 to rest. She just came to inform me and had no intention of chatting further.

Fujiwara Haru closed the door again, walked back to the bed and picked up the towel.

"Wipe the sweat?"

Busujima Saeko closed her eyes and said, "Thank you for troubling Fujiwara-kun."

Some wind blew in from the open balcony window, causing the curtains to flutter. I walked over, closed the balcony window, and pulled the curtains.

The bedroom became dim, but this did not affect the vision. In Fujiwara Haru's eyes, there was not much difference between the vision at night and during the day.

It took ten minutes and two changes of towels to wipe off all the sweat on Senior Busujima's body.

During the period, I avoided sensitive parts and simply covered them with a towel to absorb sweat, without ravaging or touching them. Although it seems that Busujima-senpai doesn't mind, the two of them are just friends, so this behavior is still a bit inappropriate.

However, I wiped the rest of her body with a towel and confirmed that Busujima-senpai had a very thin waist and very long legs. When I was done, I stood beside her and took a look at her overall figure. I realized that she was about 175cm tall, with her legs accounting for 108cm, a perfect golden ratio.

The strong thighs are smooth and elastic, and feel particularly good to touch. I want to continue touching them.

He shook his head to dispel any further thoughts.

"Haa~"

Lying on the bed, Busujima Saeko sighed with contentment and comfort, then she stopped resisting the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.

The classic Yamato Nadeshiko, after confirming the target of her affection, will no longer be on guard, will give absolute trust, and will expose her most powerless state without any defense.

In the eyes of most people, as the daughter of the renowned kendo family, Dokujima, she possesses exceptional swordsmanship and has been the captain of the kendo club since entering her second year of high school, making her the undisputed queen of the academy.