Daily life in Zongman

"I recently recalled a forgotten memory, in which my most respected and beloved grandfather passed away."

"I haven't been feeling well these past few days, Futaba. Thank you for your care."

Futaba responded softly.

Fujiwara Haru didn't say anything else. He couldn't describe his experience in detail, so he could only briefly explain the abnormalities of the past few days so that Futaba would no longer worry.

The accumulated snow fell all over their hair. After brushing off the snow on Futaba's head, he found that she was shorter than him.

"go home."

"Hmm." Futaba blew on his hands and patted the snow off him.

The two walked around the house and returned to their starting point.

The footprints formed a circle.

74~75. Chaotic Little Witch

As winter passes and spring arrives, the snow gradually melts under the sunlight and disappears into the sewers.

The surface of the layered city has no automated machinery for maintenance. With the depletion of water and electricity, all human activities have almost disappeared.

Plants began to take over the city.

New shoots sprouted from every crack, growing in the sunlight and responsible for the oxygen circulation. Perhaps in a few hundred years, everything here would be devoured by vegetation, and traces of human activity would gradually disappear, and even new organisms would appear.

For this planet, the history of human existence is ultimately too short.

Futaba has been in a good mood recently. She used to be afraid of being alone, but now she has someone to accompany her and she feels great. Her social needs are not high, and having someone to chat with occasionally is enough to satisfy most of her needs.

I woke up in high spirits today. The sunlight shone through the curtains, leaving some light so that the room was not completely dark.

The house we chose to settle in is a one-story, two-bedroom, one-living room, kitchen and bathroom. It is not big, just right for two people to live in.

The only regret was that the house had two bedrooms and a living room, and Futaba couldn't find a reason to continue living in one room. After confirming that the house was structurally sound and solid, Fujiwara cleaned out both bedrooms that day.

Futaba got up from the bed, took off her pajamas, and changed into clothes for going out. After washing up in the bathroom, she opened the door. Outside, Fujiwara was already jogging around the nearby streets.

She waited for him to run back to the door, then she followed him.

"Morning, Futaba."

"Good morning, Fujiwara."

This was the first conversation they exchanged each day. After jogging a few laps together, Futaba paused. A moderate amount of exercise was enough for the morning. Her stamina wasn't high, but just running along would have energized her.

Futaba paused her morning jog, went to the parking space next to the house, and started the car's generator. She had originally chosen this car with a power module installed, which claimed to be able to power the furniture in the house. She had used it for a whole winter without any problems, and it worked very well.

After returning to the house, Futaba wiped off some sweat with a towel and came to the washing machine in the bathroom. She picked out the clothes that needed to be hand washed from the clothes they had changed out of last night, and put the rest together to wash.

Finally, we came to the dining table in the living room. There was a gourmet tablecloth fixed on the table, which could well meet daily dietary needs.

Rice, tamagoyaki, teriyaki chicken, fried salmon, two servings of xiaolongbao, two plates of vinegar, and two glasses of milk.

A rich breakfast makes people feel happy.

Futaba flipped through the book and waited for a while. She heard the sound of the door opening and some heavy breathing, which made her body involuntarily excited.

She knew exactly what was going on. The secretion of emotional hormones like phenylethylamine and dopamine made her more sensitive to her lover. The secretion of hormones confused her brain and affected her judgment. Under physiological factors, she couldn't help but like everything about him. Everything about her lover was specially attacked.

Including now, when he came closer, Futaba smelled a hint of sweat. It should have been just pure sweat, but she felt it was very good, a fresh and sweet smell with sunshine.

Immediately, my appetite improved, my mind became sharper, and my mood involuntarily became happier. Under the control of my body's instincts, dopamine was secreted, and everything became wonderful.

Futaba summarized the reason: Spring has arrived.

She knows a lot and is very aware of her own reactions, but she doesn't mind it.

She liked his behavior, his character, and everything about him. She didn't mind indulging in her body's instinctive reactions, and her body's instinctive reactions made her feel very comfortable.

After having breakfast together, my sweetheart drove out. It was spring now, and the gasoline was almost used up due to winter consumption, so some more had to be transported back.

Futaba cleaned the clothes that needed to be hand-washed at home and took them out to dry in the sun. After that, she read a book and cleaned the house.

Around noon, his beloved returned with a full gasoline can. After lunch, he left again. They didn't know how much longer they would have to survive in this apocalyptic world, so they had to go move resources and stockpile more in the afternoon.

After having dinner together in the evening, there was plenty of moonlight outside, so the two of them walked on the street to digest their food.

Chatting during this time.

A slightly hoarse voice said, "When I came back today, I explored the east side of the city and found the ruins of a battlefield. There were many corpses on the ground. I wonder if there are still survivors in the east side of the city."

"Did you hear any noise?"

"No, it was very quiet when I went there to explore. And there were many usable weapons scattered on the ground. No one cleaned them up. I picked up some usable guns and ammunition and brought them back."

"What's the state of the corpse?"

"There were only bones left, and most of them were rotten and broken. There were also many broken bones scattered on the ground. It looked like they were caused by a bomb. The ground was in chaos."

Futaba looked up at the moon and explained, "When bones are exposed to the air, it takes 1 to 5 years for them to completely disappear. This is a temperate monsoon climate, so preliminary estimates suggest it will take 2 to 3 years for the bones to completely disappear. Judging from their condition, the battle on that battlefield must have occurred 1 to 2 years ago."

Futaba asked again, "Did you see any food supplies around there?"

"There were boxes of solid food scattered on the ground along with firearms and ammunition, and some were piled on the vehicle."

It was basically confirmed. She sighed softly, "Perhaps that was the final battle of the last humans in this layered city. The last remaining humans either died from injuries or mental breakdown. They should all be dead."

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be any food, explosives, or other supplies left in the area. Those are all valuable resources in this apocalyptic world."

Only the sound of footsteps remained on the street, and both of them fell into silence.

The beloved looked at the moon, very confused: "Why did the last humans choose war instead of peaceful coexistence and finding a possible future?"

Futaba explained softly, "There are various reasons for starting a war, but the most common reason is to plunder resources. They may have started this final war because they ran out of resources."

Then neither of them spoke anymore and walked slowly on the street.

They looked at the sky. The moon was very round. They didn’t know how many other people in the world were looking at the moon with them.

Futaba followed the footsteps and returned to the house. There was no ambiguous atmosphere in the topic discussed today. It was a day without any progress.

This made her a little discouraged. This was not the first day. She had been repeating this cycle for half a year.

Life in this apocalyptic world was good, she had a great time and made her feelings clear. Now there was only one problem: they had not confirmed their relationship yet.

Futaba knows a lot of knowledge, but knowing is just knowing. When she really starts doing it herself, she shows a bronze level.

She didn't dare go up.

When she has to operate on her own, her emotions will explode wildly and conflict with her rationality, which makes her repeatedly struggle and think about the various possible outcomes.

For example, the most direct behavior: confess directly and express your feelings.

Does he just consider me a good friend? If I confess my feelings rashly, I will be rejected, right?

Or maybe he agreed because they were good friends and wanted to protect her self-esteem. But that wasn't love, just a friendship to protect her self-esteem, and then he would find a suitable time to break up. She had also read about such things in books.

Maybe it would be even worse. After the confession was rejected, the two would feel awkward when they met again, and they wouldn't even be able to be friends anymore.

Futaba Rio, she knows a lot, but she is only a master of theory. She has no practical experience and is very timid about bad developments.

She lay in bed, sighed, and hoped that there would be some progress tomorrow.

The next night, the two took a walk to help digest their food.

"How does Futaba usually spend her time?"

“Read books and do experiments.”

"You're indeed a top student. If I remember correctly, you've been number one in your grade for three consecutive years."

"Ah."

"By the way, I haven't seen you reading much lately."

“I’ve finished reading it all.”

"Then I'll keep an eye out when I explore later and see if I can bring you some new books. In the meantime, Futaba, can you try out the virtual helmet?"

"I've completed all the courses in the helmet. They're roughly equivalent to real-life university courses, so they're not very difficult."

Silence began to spread. Futaba had a blank expression on her face. She felt so stupid. Not only did she not bring up the next topic, but her answers were also dry and not interesting or gentle at all.

But my sweetheart didn't seem to mind. He walked ahead with a slightly raised smile on his face. He was always optimistic and in a good mood.

On the third night, the two took a walk to help digest their food.

Fujiwara didn't say anything today, and the two of them walked quietly all the way. It could be felt that he was in a good mood, but Futaba was not in a good mood.

Today was another day without any progress.

On the fourth night, the two took a walk to help digest their food.

"Futaba, do you want to learn how to shoot? I brought back some guns and ammunition, so you can practice shooting later."

"Not recently."

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Haru thought for a moment: "Oh, I remember now, I almost forgot."

Today was another day without any progress.

On the fifth day, Futaba saw that her lover had not gone out to explore again. He should be at home for the next period of time.

Menstrual period, a special period.

For the first time, Futaba Rio felt that this thing was not bad. At least, they could be closer.

The pain came as expected, not as much as before, but she still lay on the bed and looked at Fujiwara.

"pain."

“…” My sweetheart looked a little confused, perhaps because her expression wasn’t very painful.

But he still sat on the bed, holding her carefully in his arms and gently pressing her belly.

To be honest, Shuangye didn't feel much pain. The pain was much lighter than last year.

She knew the reason very well. Her previous dysmenorrhea was mostly caused by mechanical factors. After replenishing nutrition and recovering her body in the past year, those mechanical factors were not so serious.

Although there is still pain, it is no longer affecting daily life.

She said nothing and continued to lie in bed.

After all, it feels very comfortable to have your belly rubbed. You can't refuse something that feels comfortable.

Besides, this is not a lie. She didn't say anything. How can this be considered a lie?

It was just that during her recent menstrual periods, because she didn't seem to be in much pain, her lover wasn't as worried. So much so that she could now feel a burning sensation in her lower back.

Futaba knew exactly what it was.

She could feel him carefully retreating behind her, lifting her up slightly to create some space so as not to touch her.

Should I pretend I didn't feel it?

In the quiet bedroom, his slightly heavy breathing made Futaba feel a little short of breath. The warmth and comfortable pressure on her lower abdomen gradually confused her thoughts, and the pleasant aroma lingering in her nostrils further exacerbated her confusion.

Futaba's body was attacked, and at this moment her sensibility broke through the shackles of rationality, and her physical desires could no longer be suppressed.

He's not the only one who has a physiological reaction. Futaba's desire to be satisfied is also very strong!

In the midst of chaos, she only had one thought: to make some progress, even if it was a little twisted, even if it was a little unhealthy.

"Fujiwara."

"Um, ah, what's wrong?"

"Down there, it's obvious." Futaba's tone was calm, but her breathing quickened slightly, and she felt the movement behind her to move away froze.

"..." The bedroom fell into silence. After a while, a decadent voice came out: "I'm sorry, I can't control myself."

Futaba sat up: "It's okay, I understand."

She turned around and sat on his thighs, placing the best developed part of her body in front of her lover: "We are good friends, right?"

He stared blankly: "Hmm."

"We have to help each other, right?"