A single-player post-apocalyptic game, but with an all-female teammate mod.

One of them is definitely not normal.

Of course, at that moment, she wasn't thinking about all that.

Instead, like Aono, she followed her heart and agreed.

Aono swallowed back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

The two remained silent as they pushed open the door to the captain's cabin and then entered the bedroom.

Surprisingly, there was no third party in the bedroom, not even an NPC. Just like in the training room, it was just the two of them alone.

A few days ago, Aono had already completed all the recruitment requirements for all NPCs.

They can be recruited directly if needed, so they were put back into the empty dormitories to stand by.

Looking at the environment where only the two of them were alone, Ying could clearly feel Aono's attention and respect for her.

Even though she considers herself a martial artist, she always possesses a woman's unique sensitivity and emotional depth.

She never denied this.

"Ying, go take a shower first."

"Hmm, does my husband not need me to help him bathe?"

Looking at the beautiful and charming purple-haired mature woman, Aono was very tempted, but still declined, saying, "Maybe next time."

If he didn't refuse, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to leave the bathroom that day.

"Yes, my husband."

Kage picked up the brand-new pajamas and towel that Aono handed her and went into the bathroom, while Aono turned around and locked the bedroom door.

At this moment, all external influences are shut out.

In this space, only the two of them remained, and even the air seemed thick and scorching.

When Aono came out of the bathroom, Kage was already lying on the bed.

Her long, violet hair cascaded down, creating a striking contrast with her snow-white skin.

She was breathing slightly, her eyes glistening with tears. The sharp, decisive edge she had displayed during battle was gone, replaced by complete trust and surrender.

She could clearly sense that this was her moment.

No one shared Runqingye's affections, and there were no other NPC survivors who needed to be recruited.

This "exclusivity" brought a secret and comforting warmth to her heart.

This is as it should be.

She is Aono's official wife.

Although we haven't broken through to the final step yet, this understanding is repeatedly mentioned every time we recruit new teammates.

Aono bent down and kissed away the moisture seeping from the corners of her eyes, his gesture more tender than ever before.

He was naturally aware of how precious this time alone was.

He could sense the changes in Ying, which were not just physical responses, but also a sense of relaxation and acceptance from within.

She is no longer just a character from a cheesy movie who is always on edge and only exists to fight.

At this moment, she was simply a woman who had completely given herself to him.

“Shadow…” he called softly, his voice low and hoarse.

The purple-haired mature woman raised her hand, her fingertips gently tracing Qingye's brow bone and nose bridge, finally resting on his lips, her movements incredibly tender.

She didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, responding to this unique and important feeling with her actions.

In this undisturbed night, in this world that belongs only to them, no words are needed, and no witnesses from others are required.

She accepted everything about him, and he, in turn, responded with the utmost solemnity to her unreserved devotion.

This is not just a physical union, but a confirmation of the soul.

He confirmed her status as the empress, and that she was his strongest support and refuge in this cold and desperate world.

Inside the bedroom, as warmth grew, two lonely yet strong hearts pressed tightly together.

But this peaceful and beautiful scene inevitably changed as the warmth continued to rise and spring arrived.

The atmosphere in the bedroom became ambiguous and alluring.

The room was dark and the lights were off. Only the starry sky and the bright moon outside the window cast a faint light through the gaps in the curtains that were not fully drawn.

The soft light shone perfectly on Ying's face, making her stunningly beautiful face, adorned with a beauty mark under her eye, appear even more exquisite.

Long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids, her skin was so white it seemed to glow, and her lips were pink and full, radiating a silent invitation.

Darkness always amplifies a person's senses and courage.

The purple-haired mature woman's fragrance seemed to have become even stronger in the air.

Aono felt that familiar heat rising in his lower abdomen.

He cleared his throat and said in as steady a voice as possible, "Ying, I'm up too."

Then, without hesitation, he lifted a corner of the blanket and crawled inside.

The bed was filled with the scent of shadowy fragrance.

He reached out and pulled the purple-haired woman into his arms from behind.

At this point, Shadow, who had zero experience in this area, was once again completely at a disadvantage.

Her mature and charming face instantly flushed red, so red it seemed like it could bleed, and even her earlobes were burning hot.

"Husband...you..."

She was so nervous that she could barely speak, and her body instinctively tried to move forward to create some distance.

Aono could clearly feel that his hard, iron-like member, which had long been held back to its limit, was pressing against her round, perky buttocks without any hesitation.

The sensation was simply indescribable!

Even through the thin fabric of the underwear, he could feel its amazing elasticity and firmness, like two pieces of fine jelly, soft, chewy, and bouncy.

The purple-haired mature woman's body trembled violently, but she did not dodge; her body simply became somewhat stiff.

Clearly, she knew what it was, and she was extremely nervous.

Aono chuckled inwardly.

This mature, powerful, aloof, and sophisticated female demon is more interesting than I imagined.

He deliberately lowered his voice and reassured her in a magnetic tone, "Don't worry, I won't move."

Upon hearing this, Ying not only did not relax, but her body tensed up even more.

In the darkness, she remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet incredibly clear: "Husband, actually... it's alright to move a little..."

"If we don't move, we can't consummate the marriage..."

boom!

Upon hearing this, Aono's body stiffened even more than hers!

He simply couldn't believe his ears!

Shadow... actually invited me out?!

A surge of ecstasy and excitement instantly overwhelmed his reason!

He could no longer restrain himself. His large hand, which was gripping her slender waist, slid down and caught her rounded hip. With a slight pull, he drew her body closer to him.

At the same time, he adjusted his position, deliberately pushing his penis forward, grinding it heavily against the soft crevice of her buttocks through the two thin layers of fabric.

"hiss……"

Aono couldn't help but gasp.

Awesome! Absolutely awesome!

Although it wasn't actually inside because of the fabric, the sensation of those two tender flesh tightly wrapping and rubbing against each other, that extreme softness and warmth, was even more stimulating than going straight for sex!

So tender! It's really tender!

It felt like I'd plunged headfirst into a block of the finest butter and was about to melt instantly!

Since Ying himself doesn't mind, then he doesn't need to maintain the warm atmosphere from before!

I never expected that Ying, who looks so aloof, would be so bold at heart!

However, Aono thought about it again and instantly understood.

She had long considered him her husband and was fully prepared mentally.

Moreover, she felt that this was her duty as a wife.

As for whether that ripe, alluring body also yearns for something, that remains unknown.

With this in mind, Aono had no more reservations.

The large hand that had been resting on the bed, which had slipped under Ying's neck, began to gently trace her delicate collarbone from the front, and then continued downwards.

Ying's breath caught in her throat, and all the blood in her body seemed to rush to where the hand was about to touch.

Aono's fingers finally stopped on the high, soft mound of her chest, and through the thin fabric, he tentatively covered it with his palm.

"Well……"

Ying's body trembled violently, and a suppressed whimper escaped her throat.

Even through the fabric, the scalding heat and astonishing size of that large hand instantly tensed her body.

She felt like a little white rabbit being targeted by a big bad wolf, helpless and panicked, yet also with a hint of indescribable excitement and anticipation.

Aono felt a surge of satisfaction as he felt the amazing elasticity and softness in his palm.

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Ying's figure is perfect.

She is tall, nearly 1.8 meters, only half a head shorter than Aono.

With long legs, large breasts, a wasp waist, and round hips, her body proportions are practically perfect.

Especially her long legs, which make up almost three-quarters of her body.

Besides her perfect long legs, her breast size is also astonishing.

Even among hentai anime and various busty characters, she could be considered to have huge breasts.

Not only is it large, but its shape is also perfect.

It's perky and rounded; holding it in your hand, the feeling of the plump, soft flesh overflowing from between your fingers is simply intoxicating.

In short, to put it simply.

She is an absolutely perfect, top-quality virgin.

Only someone as exceptional as her could become Aono's official wife and single-handedly suppress all the philanderers.

Aono gazed adoringly at the purple-haired mature woman in his arms, his large hands involuntarily grasping her soft breasts and then gently squeezing them.

The feeling of getting my hands on it is simply wonderful!

It was an ultimate softness, possessing not only the softness of a mature woman but also the amazing elasticity of a young girl.

No, it's even firmer and more bouncy.

Like a top-quality milk jelly, you can feel its full curve slightly deform in your palm when you gently squeeze it, and then quickly spring back.

With just that one squeeze, Aono could clearly feel the body temperature of the delicate woman in his arms rising rapidly.

Through her chest, he could even feel the purple-haired woman's heart pounding violently, like she was carrying a little rabbit.

Aono continued to gently knead that soft mass.

Soon, he felt something small protrude rapidly under the thin fabric of his pajamas due to stimulation.

Like a small hard candy, it gently scrapes across his rough palm, bringing waves of tingling, itchy sensation.

No longer content with this one piece of land, Qingye began to move downstream with his other hand.

Soon, his palm covered Ying's lower abdomen, and the sensation was instantly different.