Daily life in Zongman

Fortunately, the sparring time was short and the blows were not very strong. Although there was a sense of pleasure, the impact was not great. I endured it and did not show any sign of it.

She felt that she had become a little strange.

Having been brought up in the traditional style of Yamato Nadeshiko, Busujima Saeko had previously felt extremely conflicted about her own violent outbursts, to the point of becoming mentally ill. Now, she was even more perplexed by the joy she felt after her defeat.

She had a basic understanding of sex, knew where babies came from, and knew some traditional sex positions, but she didn't know much about more bizarre things.

Therefore, Saeko Busujima was completely unaware that her violent outbursts could actually be considered a "slave." The so-called "slave" and "masochist" sometimes share common ground. The more accustomed someone is to "slave," the more likely they are to become "masochists" and become addicted to them after being conquered.

Busujima Saeko quickly changed into spare clothes, ended the club activities, and left the kendo club.

On the way home, she thought, perhaps for tomorrow's sparring session, she should find a completely deserted venue. She should also extend the time appropriately, making sure her "opponent" doesn't hold back, and also bring a change of clothes.

By the way, whether it's memories of the world before the zombie apocalypse or memories here, her only relative is her father, who has always been at a dojo abroad. She lives alone at home, too, which has a small dojo for training. Perhaps tomorrow's sparring session can be held directly at her home.

Busujima Saeko was thinking about the sparring. After today's battle, she was very clear about the gap in strength between herself and Fujiwara Haru. She would still be defeated tomorrow, but she had no intention of not sparring.

She wasn't sure if this was normal, but she didn't mind showing this side of herself to her lover. As she had said earlier, she would show her true self.

I hope Qingjun will come alone tomorrow so that she can ask about her memories and it will be more convenient for them to discuss things.

Busujima Saeko was recalling the feeling just now and walked briskly towards home to tidy up the house properly. She was already looking forward to tomorrow.

Chapter 316 The little witch of sensibility and rationality.

Go to school, have lunch, spar with senior Saeko after school, and then go to the amusement park to teach Nanami Aoyama.

Fujiwara Haru's life gradually returned to a stable daily routine. There were no zombies and no miscellaneous events. Perhaps it was because the Snow Woman Family showed up to negotiate the gambling contract, and Gancheng Planning no longer came to trouble the amusement park.

According to the current number of guests, the amusement park does not need to wait until the summer vacation in mid-July. It can probably achieve the goal of 50 in early July, which is more than enough time.

The only unusual thing about the daily routine was that Saeko-senpai would always collapse before him after a defeat. Her long, slender purple ponytail twirled across the floor, and she barely managed to hold herself up with her wooden sword, but each time she trembled uncontrollably, her eyes hazy and her face flushed.

It's somewhat similar to PA-san's reaction, but PA-san does this when she pinches the side of her neck with a little force, while Saeko-san does this when she's defeated or hit in the body.

So, is this fetish popular now?

Once you turn 18, be sure to check in those R18 areas.

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While thinking about this, I spent the whole afternoon in Saeko-senpai's home dojo today. Looking at the purple-haired senior in front of me whose hands and body were completely sore, I stopped sparring and walked over to her.

Bending down, he passed one hand through the inside of her ponytail, and Saeko-senpai leaned back, changing her position to lying in his arms. This way, he could pass his other hand under her legs and pick her up like a princess.

She walked skillfully along the courtyard path, returned from the dojo to her house, stepped onto the second floor, and pushed open her bedroom door.

Unlike a kendo-senpai, her room wasn't simple and austere, but rather had a cute touch of purple and pink. Furthermore, the room was perpetually filled with the delicate scent of lilacs, which came from Saeko-senpai.

I laid her on the bed, ready to call this sparring session over. As I prepared to go home, I noticed the senior student in my arms hadn't let go of her arms. Her hands, which had been clasped behind my neck moments ago, were now intertwined, their fingers tightly gripped, completely free of the limpness I'd felt earlier.

He looked into her eyes, confused.

Busujima Saeko was not at all panicky or shy. She was a woman who would move forward bravely once she had confirmed her goal. Gentleness and boldness were harmoniously unified in her.

She responded to the gaze with calmness and expectation, and opened her red lips slightly: "Qingjun? ~ Nishimiya classmate is not here today ~ Well ~ we ~ can do something suitable for lovers ~ right? ~"

It was the weekend. Fujiwara Haru spent the day at the amusement park yesterday and then handed it over to Nanami Aoyama today, allowing her to begin taking on the responsibilities of acting manager. Nishimiya Shoko was taking extra classes during the week, so he was the only one to come to Saeko Busujima's house for their daily sparring session.

This made Busujima Saeko, who had been waiting for a long time, ready before the competition.

Looking at the lovely girl in his arms, he thought for a while before picking her up. Under her puzzled gaze, he brought her back to the dojo.

Busujima Saeko's home was located in a remote suburban area. The dojo was quite large, surrounded by trees and a wide, high wall. The maids tended to the house during the school term, but they were rarely seen during the day, as they all lived in the courtyard.

Having received traditional Nadeshiko education, she is an out-and-out eldest daughter, both in character and family background.

There was no one around, and no one would spy on him, but he still cast a spell to block observation, and at the same time summoned a dark cloud to block the sunlight.

He placed the lovely girl in his arms upright, then handed the wooden sword back to her.

"Would you like to spar for a while longer? I think this would make Saeko-senpai feel more comfortable. If my subsequent actions make Saeko-senpai feel uncomfortable or unhappy, please tell me."

"Haru-kun? ~I'm so happy~ You don't mind my preferences and are willing to cooperate with me. It's really... pleasing~"

Busujima Saeko closed her eyes and a relaxed smile appeared on her face. She stood there and adjusted her breathing. When her body and mind had calmed down a lot, she opened her eyes and half squatted down.

Her purple ponytail was like lightning, leaving a trail of shadows behind her. Her blade was like thunder, swift and sharp. Her tall stature not only made her steps more concise and swift, but also gave her long arms, which gave her a slight advantage in swordsmanship.

Her attacks were as swift and powerful as thunder, allowing her to defeat the previous champion and dominate the women's division of the National Kendo Tournament last year. This earned her the nickname "Queen of Thunder" by many, a title that not only represented her kendo style but also demonstrated her prowess.

She has many fans at the private Fengzhiqi Academy, but even more beyond the academy, at universities across the country. Many, captivated by her dazzling and heroic presence after watching her compete, join their school's kendo club, driven by a yearning for kendo and a cherished passion for it. Thus begins her journey into kendo, a love for the katana.

Time passed slowly, and this time the competition lasted longer than the previous ones, so long that Saeko-senpai in front of him fell down in the dojo several times.

"stand up."

After the competition started, he deliberately did not speak in his normal tone, but spoke with more sternness.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Busujima Saeko, revered as the Queen of Lightning, is a kendo master with a stern and awe-inspiring temperament, appearing cold and noble, yet treating others with grace and gentleness. But at this moment, in this dojo, she is just a senior in the kendo club who keeps losing.

Saeko-senpai's eyes were vacant, and she supported her body with her arms, barely standing up again. She rushed forward, bamboo sword in hand, but her steps were no longer as simple and decisive as before, but rather chaotic and frivolous.

This time the blow landed on the back of her hand, without much force, but it still made her hand numb. After a moment, the bamboo sword fell on the dojo.

Then he lightly hit her slightly fleshy belly with the back of the knife, taking away the last bit of her strength. He watched her body tremble with "pain" and heard her gentle moan.

"Hmm?"

Senior Saeko fell down completely this time. The moment she fell, he took a step towards her and held her in his arms again.

Sweat seeped from her body, staining her thin kendo uniform and causing her hair to stick to her face. Her previously graceful ponytail no longer danced, now hanging vertically in mid-air. The senior, who had been completely separated from her duel, now lay in his arms, showing no resistance.

He reached out and brushed away a strand of purple hair from the corner of her mouth, gently massaging the spot where the bamboo sword had just hit her, just below her belly button, and slowly waited for the completely sore and powerless senior sister in his arms to recover.

The thin clothes could not block the touch too much. I could feel the belly button of Saeko-senpai in my arms. It was thin and narrow, and matched with her slim figure, it felt like she had a very nice belly.

Just watch it if you want to, and decide to enjoy it later.

After waiting for a while and recovering somewhat, she reached out and grasped the chin of the lovely girl in her arms, lifting her up. She spoke with some force: "It's obvious that I won this competition. As the loser, you must now submit to me."

Busujima Saeko's eyes slowly cleared from the haze, but after hearing the words with a hint of command, her eyes became blurred again.

She loved this feeling, this feeling of complete submission to the one she loved, this feeling of being completely suppressed, this feeling of having everything about her controlled and protected. She didn't have to worry about whether her violent tendencies would be disliked, nor did she have to worry about whether her preference for violence would be disliked. She only needed to release her desires in the created atmosphere and then enjoy it all.

Feeling Saeko-senpai struggle in his arms, he loosened his hold and she fell to the ground. Looking at her, still panting, he felt that this somewhat violent-minded senior in front of him really liked to face him in a "straight-up" manner.

Indeed, Busujima Saeko struggled to support herself, picking up the fallen bamboo sword and placing it horizontally on the floor in front of her. She then sat facing her lover, placed her hands in front of her in a "Cross-Eight" position, and crouched down.

Her long purple ponytail clung to her back. The dashing kendo senior remained kneeling, her words coquettishly adorning her face. "My name is Busujima Saeko, I'm 175cm tall, and my measurements are 88/56/86. I lost the sparring match today, and as the defeated opponent, I will obey your orders. No matter what it is, I will do my best. Please give me your orders."

The cold and noble Busujima Saeko is now just a female beast who completely surrenders and follows her own desires.

Looking at her, I was a little surprised. After asking her to surrender, I thought she would be embarrassed and angry, and I also thought she would say some words of loyalty, but I didn't expect to hear this extremely terrible speech.

Is M so self-taught? It reminds me of sister PA. I haven't played the dogeza game with her yet, but I have played the master-servant game with her.

As he pondered this, he looked at Saeko-senpai who was putting her head on the ground and knelt down to show her submission.

?(???)?

Forget it, I don’t want to think too much. I’ll be the host again today and send a text message to Sister Shendong saying I’ll be home late.

Enjoy the sunset until late at night.

When I left the Busujima family's kendo gym, I recalled the dinner time just now and confirmed one thing: Saeko-senpai really likes having her ponytail pulled.

Instead of pulling, he grasped the purple ponytail with slight force and used it to control Saeko-senpai in front of him, forcing her to look up or straighten her upper body.

She was always cooperative, never resisting or expressing discomfort. Her gaze, filled with tender affection, brought both psychological and physical pleasure, a tingling sensation in the cerebral cortex. Meanwhile, the scent of lilacs wafted through my nostrils, creating a comforting experience from head to toe, from heart to lungs, and throughout my entire body. This all-encompassing enjoyment was truly refreshing.

As I rode my motorcycle home, I slowly calmed down in the cool breeze and began to think about whether my indulgent behavior had crossed the line.

What happened just now was somewhat humiliating, but since Saeko-senpai didn't care and seemed to enjoy it, it wasn't humiliating. There was no bullying or slander either, and the overall atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful.

Although all the actions were somewhat inappropriate, they were not harmful and were just a "game" between the two of them.

Very good, I have a clear conscience.

Then let’s continue next time. I’ve decided. I’ll have fun playing with Saeko-senpai from now on.

I returned home in a happy mood. When I arrived near my home, I saw Futaba Rio opening the door and preparing to enter the house.

He sped up and rode beside her, stopping to say hello: "Good evening, Futaba. You're back late today."

When Futaba Rio heard the sound of a motorcycle, she looked in the direction of the sound. After confirming that it was Fujiwara who had returned, she stood at the door and waited.

Hearing what she said, she looked at him and replied, "I'll stay in the lab for a while. I'm not like that stupid boy who only knows how to play all day long."

She subconsciously spoke venomously as usual, and then when they looked at each other, she saw the neck of the boy in front of her.

On that normal-colored neck, there were many pink marks like strawberries. The dazzling "strawberries" seemed to be stamped on the boy, declaring sovereignty. They described the scene just now to Futaba, and in a trance, she seemed to see what had happened to the boy just now.

Just like... the scene she had been seeing in her dreams this week.

The night wind was blowing, and the boy in front of him, whom he called Pig Head, stood in front of him, blocking the slightly cool night wind.

Futaba Rio did not feel the night breeze, but she smelled a faint scent of lilac.

If she remembered correctly, the boy in front of her never used perfume.

This light fragrance...

A few minutes later, she couldn't remember how she had separated from the boy, nor what they had just talked about. She only knew that she had returned home, walked into the bathroom and soaked in the bathtub.

She was wrapped in warm water, but she didn't feel any warmth.

Futaba Rio recalled the dreams she had every night recently, dreams that had actually happened.

In the dream, on the first day of the zombie apocalypse, a girl with a ponytail rested her head on the boy's lap and chatted with him on the rooftop. There was also an unruly girl with long black hair seducing him. And she was fast asleep in the house.

In her dream, on the second day of the zombie apocalypse, she and the boy were chatting in the early morning when the girl with a ponytail came over to feed them. They interacted right in front of her, and she was completely unaware. And then there was the seductive behavior of the girl with long black hair behind her, and even more so, the little movements under the table when they ate together that night...

In the dream, on the third day of the zombie apocalypse, they...

The fourth day in the dream...

Day ...

With the help of God, a week later, Futaba Rio learned what Fujiwara was going through when she was with him.

In corners she hadn't noticed, the relationships between those girls and the boys were rapidly growing closer. However, she would criticize the boys every time they approached her, saying things that were completely unpleasant, letting opportunities slip away time and time again.

Especially on the sixth day, the boy was clearly just like in the apocalyptic world, his body's instinctive reactions causing him to lose some control. At that time, she only needed to seduce him appropriately, and there would definitely be a breakthrough.

but……

Futaba buried her face under the water, and bubbles rose from beneath the surface, making gurgling bursting sounds as they floated to the surface.

What the hell am I doing...?

「Why... obviously... I was here first...」

She raised her head, and water droplets slid down her face. The winding trail made it hard to tell whether it was pool water or tears.

Futaba Rio recalled something that happened a long time ago.

That was an incident that happened between her and the boy after they had just returned from the apocalyptic world. It was also the incident that confirmed that they were now more than friends but less than lovers.

The boy said to her: "I want to date you two."

"I like you guys, please be my girlfriend!"

At that time, she was extremely embarrassed and irritated, and she was merciless and didn't hold back, just like this time in the apocalyptic world, constantly speaking venomously. She called him a middle school student, a pig-headed boy, and other things that made her completely unhappy.

Later, when she was being venomous, Nishimiya Glass stood up and said, "I can do it..."

That should be her first failure...

At that time, it was obviously her that the young man looked for first...

【turn out to be……】

Something similar has happened before...

[Why... is it still like this...]

Futaba Rio stared at the water, looking at the blurry reflection. It was her face, rigid and unchanging, full of "coldness".

[If... I could be bolder...]

If only... I could be more straightforward...

If only... I could be more gentle...

But, there are no ifs, and the past will not change.