"We should hurry up and leave," Nach said as he closed the curtain of the fitting room's open door and placed the shopping basket full of their food items behind it, so it would make a noise if someone stumbled into it—whether undead or living—while he and Rei were inside the stalls.
He then proceeded toward one of the stalls, carrying the camping backpack full of the other items he picked up from the tools aisle, along with a set of black gym clothes he planned to change into. But as he stepped inside the stall, before he could close the curtain, Rei rushed inside, following him instead of going to the next stall.
"Are you going to change here with me?"
Nach didn't have any problem with this sudden development, nor did he bother hiding his massive erection already bulging in his tight pants just from the thought alone.
Regardless of his lustful desire to indulge in the sight of Rei taking off her clothes and changing in front of him—and multiplied by two because of the large mirror wall inside the stall—Nach was aware that Rei was the one who had a problem. Not because she was forcing herself to change in front of him, but because of the reason behind it.
They would be only a wall partition apart, and they could hear each other. If she didn't want to feel like she was in a closed space, she could've left the curtain open, since there weren't any other customers with them, nor was it likely for anyone to come. But the thought of being all by herself was already enough to trigger her trauma from getting assaulted by the thug.
"It will be bad if we can't see each other..." Rei said, refusing to admit her fear. Her voice trembled just as much as her weakened legs, causing her to lean her back against the wall to steady herself—her shaking hands clutching her new uniform, using it to cover her torn blouse and hide her ample breasts.
"Are you sure about that, Rei?" Nach asked, leaning his right hand on the wall and cornering Rei, his massive bulge already poking her belly.
Rei understood what Nach was trying to do. He was intimidating her, making a point of what he might do to her. Yet despite her fear, Rei was able to comprehend that Nach wouldn't actually force himself on her.
"If you wanted to do it, you would have already done it at the gas station, even before that thug assaulted me."
Seeing Rei act calm despite her still-trembling body eased Nach's worries about her trauma, but he couldn't deny that the situation only made him more excited and aroused despite the possible undead lurking outside the fitting room. Therefore, he decided to tease Rei a bit more.
"What if I'm only waiting for a more convenient opportunity like this?" he added, this time cornering Rei with both hands leaning on the wall behind her, his face carrying the same mad, lustful expression the thug and those high school boys had earlier, looming right above hers as he completely pressed his massive bulge against her trembling belly.
"Then what choice do I have..." Rei murmured, knowing she wouldn't be able to escape, much less resist, given how strong Nach was.
Whether her answer meant she was surrendering herself to him or simply accepting her fate in his hands and on his rod, Nach didn't want that kind of character development for Rei. He would rather have Rei stay with her tendency to rely on Hisashi or Takashi—or perhaps on him.
"Sorry for teasing you like that." He patted Rei on the head while looking at her with a faint, warm smile. "I didn't mean to scare you or make you cry."
"I'm not crying," she lashed out, despite her teary eyes. "And don't pamper me or treat me like a child."
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Facing away from each other, they began taking off their clothes.
Nach had already thrown away his white tank top that was drenched in undead blood after his intimacy with Kyoko. His slippers were already tearing apart, so it was about time to change them too. What was left among the items he had with him when he got transported into the story of Highschool of the Dead was his white trunks. And as a reminder to himself that he was an Extra in the story and that he needed to wake up and get back to his real life, Nach decided to keep the trunks.
Rei, meanwhile, only had the school uniform she took from the mannequin. The mannequin didn't have any bra, panties, or high stockings, so she had to keep wearing what she already had.
As Rei was about to grab her new uniform from the hanger, Nach spoke to her while crouching and putting his trunks inside the backpack—setting aside their revolvers, the morning-after pill he took from Kyoko, the handcuffs, and the motorcycle key on the floor.
"How about asking Hisashi to help you ease your trauma, Rei?"
The memory of the assault wouldn't disappear from her mind, but by doing it with her boyfriend, the lingering sensations she could still feel in her body—the cold knife pressed against her neck, the rough groping on her right breast, and even the pressure on her entrance as the thug rubbed his erection through his shorts and her panties—might be overwritten.
"But I don't want Hisashi to know what happened..." Rei whispered, her voice trembling like she was about to cry for real.
"It's not like you lost your virginity or chastity, so you don't have to feel ashamed of yourself. Besides, there's no need to tell Hisashi what happened."
"But what if I get scared in front of Hisashi..."
Worried about Rei's sudden silence—or at least that's how Nach justified taking a peek through the mirrored wall—he burned the image of the curves of Rei's body into his memory.
That arousing sight alone made Nach offer Rei another suggestion.
"If you don't want to ask Hisashi... I can help you instead."