"What was that?!"
Saeko Busujima spun around, her voice trembling as she demanded an answer. She simply could not comprehend why any government would unleash such a doomsday weapon upon its own soil.
While the Shitai—the walking corpses—were indeed highly contagious and vast in number, they were slow and mindless. They could be eliminated systematically with conventional weaponry. All the nation needed to do was mobilize its elite, battle-hardened forces; surely, they could have contained the crisis. Admittedly, the cost in human life would have been heavy, but at least there would have remained a glimmer of hope for reconstruction.
But now? That blinding light changed everything. She didn't know if a nuclear blast could truly incinerate the undead, but she was absolutely certain it would have no trouble wiping out the surviving human population.
"It was an EMP—an electromagnetic pulse," Adrian explained, his voice eerily calm against the backdrop of the rising mushroom cloud on the horizon. "The atmospheric burst of a nuclear warhead obliterates every unshielded microchip and electronic device within a thousand-mile radius in a single microsecond. In wartime, it is used to instantly cripple an enemy's communication network and industrial grid. Judging by the sheer brilliance of that flash, I'd estimate that modern infrastructure across at least a quarter of Japan has just been permanently paralyzed."
"But... why?"
The purple-haired girl was visibly agitated—so much so that she didn't even notice Adrian's hand having already slipped deep inside the waistband of her panties.
Usually, Saeko was hyper-sensitive regarding that final, intimate boundary. The previous night, he had attempted to press his advantage and take her completely, only to be firmly and decisively rebuffed. Yet now, because the existential horror of the nuclear flash had been so overwhelming, the proud swordswoman had completely forgotten to guard her final line of defense.
After all, when faced with the literal end of civilization, who on earth would have the presence of mind to worry about a hand in their underwear?
Well—with the obvious exception of Adrian.
"It is likely the American 'Nuclear Cleansing' protocol," he mused. "The rate of the viral spread exceeded the Pentagon's worst-case projections. The moment a world leader realizes their own death is imminent, they often decide to drag the rest of humanity down into the abyss with them."
To be honest, Adrian didn't truly know the "canon" reason for the launches—the original creator had never lived long enough to explain it. In theory, these zombies didn't evolve; they didn't sprout wings or grow armor. A methodical military could have cleared them. But with the power grid fried and communications dead, humanity was now deaf, blind, and scattered.
"Are humans truly such despicable creatures?" Saeko looked dazed. Was the impulse to destroy everything in one's final moments truly part of the human soul?
"The ugliness of human nature is far beyond your sheltered imagination, Saeko. Especially in an apocalypse. If you wish to go on living, you must be more ruthless than the monsters outside."
"Just like right now... as you toy with me?" Saeko's face flushed a deep crimson. She cast a look of sharp disdain at him, though her breathing was becoming ragged.
"You are feeling it too, aren't you? You are already soaking wet," Adrian countered. He met her gaze with complete unperturbable confidence; when it came to sheer, cold-blooded shamelessness, he truly feared no one.
"That is merely... a biological reaction to the stress. Besides, even if I did refuse, would you actually stop?" Saeko felt his fingers rhythmically tracing the entrance to her core. Fighting to suppress a moan of pleasure, she challenged him.
"Of course not," Adrian smiled. Having finally seized this perfect moment of psychological vulnerability, only a fool would stop now.
"So that means... mm... you really are just a... pervert... ah..." The purple-haired girl could hold back her voice no longer. A low, melodic moan escaped her lips.
"I'll take that as a compliment. In the apocalypse, 'pervert' is just another word for 'survivor'."
Adrian scooped Saeko up into his arms. With a single, forceful motion, he tore away the scant remains of her clothing, baring her athletic, ivory skin to the afternoon sun.
"Your breasts are truly a masterpiece," he offered a sincere compliment. He leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling aggressively.
"Ahhh! You... you're actually licking them! You total pervert!" Saeko felt a tingling, electric jolt of pleasure wash over her like a tidal wave.
The world was ending. Humanity was facing a terminal reset. In such a time, what meaning did 'worldly norms' or 'social propriety' hold? If they were all going to die, why not burn in this heat instead of the nuclear fire?
"Tell me honestly, Saeko: have you ever fantasized about me? About this?" Adrian asked, continuing to tease her swollen peak.
He needed to strike while she was reeling from the EMP panic—to make a final, decisive push and utterly shatter the last of her modesty. Only then would she be ready for the systematic training that would follow. He didn't want a girlfriend who would be coy and bashful in the days to come; he wanted a loyal, broken lieutenant who would let him do whatever he pleased. He had spent enough of his previous life dealing with the whims of ordinary women. In this life, he refused to be anything less than a God.
"Ugh... I-I didn't... hmpf... do any such thing!" Saeko blushed furiously, puffing out her cheeks in a display of haughty defiance.
True, she had been plagued by erotic dreams of her father's massive weapon lately, but that was a truth she would take to her grave.
"Really now?"
Adrian carried her back into the master bedroom.
While the EMP had fried almost every electronic device in Tokonosu City, Adrian's gift of foresight had ensured that every microchip within the Yokogawa Mountain Base was housed within a lead-lined Faraday shield.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he powered on the wall-mounted, large-screen television. He pulled up a hidden video file he had recorded weeks ago.
"Father! Ahhh! Father dearest—ahhh—"
Saeko froze. On the screen, she saw herself. She was sprawled across her own bed, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her hands frantically roaming over her own breasts and between her legs. She was murmuring his name in a feverish, desperate litany.
The footage had been captured by a hidden pinhole camera Adrian had planted in her room. He had micro-dosed her with an exceptionally high amount of aphrodisiac that night to see how far her "Sword Saint" willpower would stretch. Clearly, it had snapped.
"Saeko... is that not you on the screen? Calling for your 'beloved' father?"
Saeko's jaw dropped. The last of her pride didn't just crack—it disintegrated.
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