POV Rei Miyamoto
Rei looked at Isao's back as he stood next to the driver's seat, talking about something with Shizuka-san. Watching him kick out that bastard Shido's two lackeys felt good.
Yeah, if Takashi heard her, he'd probably think she was a sadist and a psycho, but Isao's words were right. They would have become traitors. What Tsunoda had said was still in her head.
That bastard was already imagining how women would become slaves. He didn't care about the lives of others; he spoke so easily about how he would rape others, as if he hadn't done it dozens of times.
And as soon as Isao found out about him, he launched a preemptive strike so no one would get hurt. And that was exactly the right decision. Isao was the leader who was leading them all forward right now, and he probably would have killed Shido and kicked those two out even without his powers.
She looked out the window, noticing how Saya Takagi was watching her intently. She wasn't familiar with the pink-haired girl, even though they were in the same class.
Saya had always been distant from others, not letting anyone start a conversation with her that wasn't about schoolwork. And even then, she usually insulted others because, in her opinion, they didn't understand things that were incredibly easy.
Not to mention, she often spoke out against Takashi for being a "delinquent" just for hanging out with Morita and his crew, but this bitch hadn't said anything to Isao, making googly eyes at him ever since they met in the hallway.
Two-faced stupid bitch. She was useless. Unlike her, Saeko, or even Rei herself, who were much more useful! Who the hell was killing zombies and helping them all get to the bus?
"Huu..." She took a deep breath and noticed K-imoto looking back. Following her gaze, she saw two quietly sobbing girls, sitting huddled together.
Their faces were streaked with sweat, dust, and tears, and their whole appearance evoked pity.
"Think they need our help?" The question was rhetorical, but even knowing that, K-imoto answered.
"I don't think, I know. Seeing them cry... it's pitiful. I feel sorry for them..." K-imoto looked at her. "Come on, let's go comfort them." After these words, she carefully stood up and walked over to them, leaving Rei no choice but to follow.
"Hey, girls." K-imoto spoke to them quietly, and Rei noticed them flinch slightly. Now, seeing them up close, she saw that one was younger than the other, not to mention they looked very similar. "How are you?"
Her words made them tremble, and they started crying again, but their crying was quiet, suffering, and full of grief.
"D-Dad..." K-imoto sat down next to them and hugged them. The older-looking one was speaking. "D-Dad didn't pick up..." Quiet sniffling and wet sniffles.
"Don't be scared, it's probably just like my brother said. He probably just lost his phone..." K-imoto tried to comfort them, but it seemed something was wrong, as her words made the younger one's face instantly twist in anger, though it quickly vanished.
"Ah-h..." The older one took a nervous breath, as if she was on the verge of a panic attack, but after a few deep breaths, she composed herself. "D-Dad was in the h-hospital... h-his leg is broken from work..."
Those words hit her like a truck at full speed. The same happened to K-imoto, judging by how she flinched hard.
"...what?" Rei could only stare at them blankly.
"Dad broke his leg at work a few days ago... and h-he hasn't even recovered properly... and we told him to never leave his p-phone, just in case he needed something from home..."
"And your mom...?"
"She left." This time, the younger one's voice, quiet and sobbing, spoke up. "She left me and my older sister with Dad after sh-she gave birth to me..." Her voice trembled with anger and resentment.
"Ah-h..." K-imoto just hugged them tighter, squeezing them in her arms. Her arms were short, but they held them so tightly that they instantly burst into tears on her shoulders. "How far is the hospital from Miyuki station?"
"Ha-a...?" They looked at Kotobuki with hope. "A-about a few kilometers, Municipal Hospital Number 3!"
"Hm, that's three and a half, almost four kilometers from the station itself, but my house is very close to that hospital!" She smiled, looking at them. "I'll tell him we should try to look for your father at the hospital, right after we pick up Yamada's parents."
"Uuu... th-thank you, thank you, thank you!" They just pressed against her from both sides and started thanking her through their tears, and Rei felt a bit like a third wheel.
Yeah, Isao definitely wouldn't refuse something like this, even though the hospital would probably be disgustingly full of all sorts of dangerous undead.
POV Miku Yuuki
Miku quietly watched K-imoto comfort the two sisters and made a mental note of how kind she was, which was very useful for her.
Not that she was going to use her kindness, but what if she needed her brother to do her good, and she just said something about "how little time they spent on me, oh boo hoo, pity me," then her sister wouldn't mind her becoming her brother's girlfriend.
It pissed her off a bit, but she couldn't do anything. In a world like theirs, only strength, power, and money decided everything, and even though she might have slightly liked cute and kind boys who thought all the rumors were lies, she didn't accept them.
Because most of them were stupid weaklings, in terms of studies, cunning, strength, and just about everything else.
They were weak, stupid, and easily manipulated, thinking they were in some dumb romance anime where the gyaru, as others called her, was just a sweet girl who had been slandered.
It was funny, watching their faces when they realized the rumors were true, and that she liked to fuck. Not that she showed them this on purpose.
But rather, the few guys she'd had short-term relationships with for one or two rounds of sex would send her naked pics with their dicks in them to their friend chats, from where they spread to other chats, they were to blame for the hearts of these summer boys breaking.
Damn, she got so much pleasure watching the faces of such nobodies crumble instantly, but she knew they masturbated to it.
Such was the nature of most men. If they couldn't get what they wanted, they just watched from the sidelines as someone else had it, seething in their anger, envy, and other emotions.
She was, after all, grateful to her slut mother for this lesson, for explaining it using the example of one of her fuckbuddies, who liked to watch other guys fuck her.
But Miku wasn't a slut like her mother. The fact that she fucked some guys didn't mean she was a complete slut. Everyone she had sex with or formed some relationship with was useful to her in the short term, for example, when she needed money for new designer clothes, a new phone, or even a new manga from Sakino Meito!
That mangaka was a real treasure trove of reality checks. He either drew the most beautiful manga, or the most horrifying, or the most beautiful horrifying manga with a disgusting plot where the main character suffered immensely until the very end, only getting a happy ending right at the finish.
She remembered how she first picked up his manga about parents and their children in a store, remembered crying like an idiot reading all that nonsense about parents loving their children no matter what, when she was fourteen.
And back then, she didn't understand why her mom just drank every day, fucked all sorts of fat bastards for money, and often left her home alone. She understood it thanks to Sakino.
Her mother didn't have a strong man. In that manga of Sakino Sensei's, there was always a man. He was strong, kind, and loved his wife and children. But Miku, unfortunately, didn't have a father, and her mother didn't have a strong man, which meant only one thing: most, if not all, men were weaklings.
Most of them were afraid of responsibility, which is why they went and fucked sluts instead of starting relationships and building a family. Just stupid, cowardly animals. But right now, she was looking at one who wasn't like any man she had ever met.
Isao Tsumugi. A high school senior, incredibly strong, responsible, and yet still kind and caring. Because if he weren't, he would have already told Yamada, who was currently talking to his parents on the phone, to get lost.
He was the ideal she never measured up to. And if he wasn't lying about his size, he was also blessed among men.
Most foreigners don't understand the complexity for women in Japan. You not only have to be a good woman, but you also have to moan from their tiny dicks, otherwise, you might hurt their tiny, vain, delicate little souls.
Women in her country are expected to be perfect housewives, sitting at home doing chores. But most of the men themselves are nobodies, demanding much from women but giving nothing in return.
A woman would be incredibly happy if, after ten or fifteen years, she was taken to relax at a spa or hot springs. And this infuriated her. But what could she do? Only use her beauty and sexuality to get her way, since taking the hard path would be much, much harder.
But now, if she could get Isao, she would instantly rise in the hierarchy, which would contribute to her comfortable life even in a world like their current one, where zombie movies turned out to be reality and not just fiction.
Yes, she licked her lips looking at the ass of the future father of her children.
POV Takuzo
"Naomi..." He quietly called his girlfriend, who had laid her head on his shoulder a few minutes ago, but he only heard her soft breathing.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he just pulled her closer. He was happy and grateful to Isao-san for everything. If it weren't for him, he would be dead, or she would be dead, and he wouldn't have been able to live even a few moments without her.
Naomi was his whole world. She was a kind and sweet girl, incredibly smart. They were already making plans to get into the same university, and after graduating, travel the world. And then, somewhere in a few years, they would get married and return to Japan to find jobs and have a few kids, maybe even 4-5. After all, the country's demographics needed fixing, heh...
He looked ahead, where Isao Tsumugi sat, his Senpai and savior in one package. An incredibly noble person in his eyes.
Anyone else would have kicked them all off the bus and left by himself, especially those with power like his. Someone like Tsunoda, Shido, or Miura would have already used their powers to subordinate others, but not Isao-san.
From the very beginning, he had thought everything through. Most likely, the only unplanned moment was killing Shido, which forced him to reveal his powers.
Was he afraid that Isao was trying to hide his powers? No, not a bit. Takuzo didn't think he would be as good as Isao. If he were in his place and got powers like that, the first thing he would do is grab only Naomi from the school and run somewhere.
But he calmly stayed, albeit secretly, using his power to create bats, weapons that wouldn't be too suspicious to outsiders, and calmly saves people in trouble.
Isao-san seemed to him like some Kami who had started living among humans and hadn't expected such a terrible event as a zombie apocalypse to happen. But in his mercy and kindness, he went to save people, leading them, protecting the innocent, and punishing the sinners.
He remembered Isao-sama's expression when he looked at Tsunoda and Miura sitting behind them and shivered. Yes, he was definitely some Kami with two faces: one turned towards the innocent, the other towards the sinners. And how he instantly became cheerful after those two left only reinforced this fact.
And Takuzo just prayed that he himself wouldn't slip from the right path and end up facing the visage reserved for sinners.
Closing his eyes, he also rested his head on his beloved's head and closed his eyes, pleasantly falling into the world of dreams.
POV Saya Takagi, Aka aroused tsundere brainiac.
"Hmph..." She huffed, remembering how Rei had looked at her man. Her gaze towards Isao pissed her off, but she couldn't do anything. That didn't stop her from feeling jealousy and anger.
Isao was her man. Everything about him was for her, and even he understood that. Because if he didn't, he wouldn't have returned her kiss and wouldn't have let his hands roam towards her butt.
She bit her lip, remembering his hands on her ass. God, it felt so good when his rough palm squeezed her, playing with her.
It was hot. And what was even hotter was how he dominated her, playing with her tongue with complete freedom, squeezing her body like a toy, and just guiding her in the direction he wanted. He gave her no choice but to quietly accept it and enjoy it.
Feeling her lower parts start to burn and slowly produce fluid again, she blushed and quickly lowered her head.
And damn it, she couldn't do anything about this intoxicating feeling, nothing but quietly rub her thighs together, trying for at least a moment to forget about this disgustingly degenerate, yet incredibly pleasant memory. Ugh, who was she kidding?! She wanted more!
She wanted more of Isao dominating her, one who would treat her body as he wished, bending her, lifting her girlish, feminine body with ease, like a bandit who bursts into a princess's tower and defiles her right there, much to her pleasure.
Oh, all the Kami in heaven, why and how did she become such a degenerate?! When did she even manage to become like this?
Her gaze was fixed on Isao's profile, on his sharp jawline, clear skin, and the cocky smile he wore as he looked at... Saeko.
That cow-bitch!
She instantly lost all arousal, watching Isao with jealousy. Saeko was sitting next to him, explaining something and pointing to her bokken.
She noticed Saeko start to hand him the bokken, leaving her fingers on her man's hand for a few unnecessary seconds, without even blushing!
Isao just snorted at this, took the bokken, gripped it with two hands, and pointed the tip of the sword up. He concentrated, making her realize what he was about to do.
Slowly, about 20 centimeters above where he held the sword, the blade began to cover with metal, silently and imperceptibly, like quiet flowing water. It all ended just as it began, and he handed Saeko the bokken, which was now a katana. She smiled looking at him and nodded in gratitude.
And that bitch had the audacity to throw her a look full of arrogance and pride. That damn cow!