The Middle-Aged Shut-In and the Apocalypse - Chapter 4

 Abandoned District

It seems the entire area has been written off as a total loss. The entire prefecture is under quarantine. The contamination is so precise that the prefectural borders have become a literal dividing line. In Japan, seven other prefectures have also been designated as quarantine zones.

"Quarantine designation" is just a polite way of saying the government has abandoned all interference within those borders. The criticism directed at the Cabinet is currently a glorious dumpster fire. For the sake of the survivors inside, they’re supposedly trying to maintain lifelines as much as possible. I guess that’s why my electricity is still working.

There are other areas where contamination is progressing, but since the practical impact is low, they haven't been closed off. For example, in a certain prefecture in Tohoku, "Elf-ification" has occurred. Elfs aren't much different from humans; there’s almost no change in their sense of self or physical form. Apparently, people who want to become elves are flocking there from all over the country, sparking an "Elf Boom."

This prefecture, however, was quarantined because it was identified as having a lethally harmful type of "Freaks" (Invasive Species).

“Zombies, huh...”

Incidentally, the other quarantined prefectures also dealt with Undead-type Freaks. It seems this Undead variety of Hell Gate is the most common. However, the danger levels vary; some prefectures have successfully contained them. This place is what you’d call the "worst-case study."

“This might be a lost cause.”

“Uu~ uu~”

The high school girl, who seemingly managed to get her gag off on her own, was suddenly nibbling on my leg. It looks like she wiggled her way over like a caterpillar.

I fixed the gag and—apologetically—put a collar on her and chained her up. It seems the previous owner of this villa had those kinds of hobbies. When I organized the warehouse, a mountain of S&M gear came out, making me let out a literal yelp. I guess that’s why he built a villa in a place this isolated.

As for being bitten, it’s a bit late to worry about that now. Apparently, the factor for the Freak invasion is transmitted through contact. There have even been cases of airborne or droplet transmission. Well, it can't be helped. It seems my life as a hermit is coming to an end. Along with the rest of the world, I suspect. Still, at my age, "Ah-uu" baby play is a bit much.

“Aa~ uu~”

The struggling girl looks like she’s in pain. Or rather, she probably doesn't feel pain or suffering, but the collar is digging deep into her neck. A zombie with no sense of pain is naturally indifferent to physical damage. This girl has very few external injuries, and because her body is still young, it hasn't begun to decay. Apparently, if the damage is severe, the flesh starts to rot and eventually turns into a skeleton.

It seems research institutions that captured zombies performed all sorts of experiments that would violate human rights.

“Hmm.”

Anyway, this high school girl is effectively my grim reaper. I don't hold a grudge. Sooner or later, if I’d gone down to the city for groceries, I would’ve been attacked the same way. Even if I’d tried to escape the prefecture, it’s doubtful I would’ve made it.

I unfastened the chain from the pillar, picked up the zombie-chan, and carried her to the bedroom. I am, of course, aware of what I’m about to do. I can't deny that I’m acting out of desperation. There was also a certain sense of transgressive excitement. And there was the fact that my inexplicably rejuvenated body was reacting.

“Aa~ uu~”

“This is necrophilia, isn't it? Truly.”

I put the zombie girl on the bed and pulled out the S&M tools I’d kept sealed away. It didn't hurt when she bit me, but I wanted to try this once. First, I chained the collar to the headboard. Then I tied her right and left hands to the bedposts on either side. Zombie-chan is lying face-down. If she’s on her back, she’ll just try to bite me.

I removed her school skirt and slid down her white panties. Zombie-chan wiggled and struggled, but her movements were sluggish. Once her lower half was bare, I fixed the shackles on her right leg to the right post and the ones on her left to the left post. Spread-eagled on the bed, Zombie-chan continued to groan "ah-uu" just as before. These restraints were custom-made for this specific purpose, so they were gentle on the skin. If I kept her restrained like this, she shouldn't sustain any unnecessary injuries.

“Au~ aa~”

A writhing zombie girl likely has no sense of shame. I observed her from her feet—a sight that was the pinnacle of depravity. This is the kind of thing that would get the police called on you instantly. I applied olive oil as a substitute for lubricant to my erect member. I also rubbed the oil into the zombie girl’s tightly closed "shell." Her looks were well-ordered, and above all, her body was fully developed as a young woman. She likely had a fair amount of experience in life. However, I didn't think a zombie, with no physiological metabolism, would be able to get wet. I rubbed oil into her orifice with my fingertips. After that, I’d use the real thing to slowly stretch the opening.

I sat between her legs and pressed my member against Zombie-chan’s crotch. Her untended pubic hair clung to me, creating an erotic view.

“Slowly, slowly.”

I used the head of my penis to slowly knead against the opening as if giving a massage.

“Aa~ uu~”

After inserting a little, I withdrew and poured olive oil into the opening. Then, when I pushed back in, the entry deepened with a squelching sound of oil. After repeating this three times, I was able to penetrate all the way to the back.

It was exactly as I’d expected. The tightness was very loose. If she had no sense of pain, she likely had no sensation of being penetrated either. Her vagina tightened slightly from abdominal pressure, but the "ah-uu" girl showed no reaction. It felt like a soft-type "Onahole" for beginners. Since her body temperature was chilly, the sensation was even stronger.

“Not yet.”

I whispered as if telling myself, and moved my hips back and forth. It was like a break-in period. The flesh inside Zombie-chan wasn't loosened up yet. Then again, my memories of having sex with a young woman are distant, so maybe this is just how it is.

If I were to injure her while she’s a zombie, she wouldn't recover. Since I’m using her as a tool without her consent, I felt I at least had an obligation to handle her with care. I let her vaginal walls and folds "memorize" my penis, gradually settling into a rhythmic piston motion.

“Alright...”

I spent about thirty minutes loosening the high school girl zombie. It felt like the vaginal canal had been hollowed out. While her groaning remained unchanged, the vaginal walls, now familiar with my penis, were warm and supple. It felt as if I’d prepared a love-doll’s sleeve. The fact that a zombie can move means the flesh and skin still have a corresponding elasticity. The girl’s raw vagina was now molded into the shape of my penis. After so long without sexual activity, my member continued to throb with a rock-hard erection. It was time to finish.

“Ngh!”

“Ah... uu~”

I grabbed the zombie girl’s rear and finished inside her, raw and with full force. How many years had it been since I last ejaculated? It came out in a massive volume, like a teenage boy. Tied to the bed, Zombie-chan sank into the sheets as if exhausted.

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“Ah... uu~... a.”

Once I’d done it once, the dam broke. The zombie high school girl, now kept in my bed, had become my "tool." I withdrew my spent penis and let her catch it between her buttocks. I’d spent time "breaking in" her anus as well, but Zombie-chan seemed to dislike it for some reason, so I didn't do it a second time. As a trade-off, she was much quieter while I was inside her front. She groaned "au-au" in time with the thrusts.

On the second day, I spent my time alternating between gathering info on the net and "pounding" her. My rejuvenated body had become a literal sex-crazed brat. Since her vagina was already molded for my use, I treated her casually like a toy. Perhaps the break-in was a success, as there was no damage to her body. On the morning of the second day, even after finishing ten rounds, I still had an erection before bed. On the third day, I sometimes browsed the net while still inside her. The now-accustomed zombie-vagina clung to my penis.

“Ah... uu... a, au~”

Since her habit of biting seemed to have vanished, I decided to let her sleep in the bed with me. Sleeping on the sofa was starting to hurt my back. By the fourth day, while in the middle of things, I started to think something was strange.

“Aa~ uu.”

Released from her restraints, Zombie-chan sat on my lap, acting spoiled. Nibbling playfully on my shoulder, she showed off her newly learned hip movements. Wait... am I not being "Contaminated"? I’m having an incredible amount of contact with her.

“Aa~”

“Yes, yes.”

I met the lips of the zombie girl as she leaned in with an open mouth, intertwining our tongues. The tip of her tongue, wriggling clammily, was a bit chilly. She didn't bite, of course. Needless to say, she had become very attached to me. It felt similar to the sensation of anังกdoll coming to life after you’d lavished it with affection.

“Nn~ uu, aa~ aa~”

Squishing sounds came from her crotch as she ground her hips on her own. I’d been at it since morning, and I’d already finished inside her about ten times. My penis, which has an unlimited capacity for erections, is also fundamentally wrong.

“What am I going to do with this?”

Leaving the "work" to Zombie-chan, I finally decided to investigate her belongings. In the pocket of her discarded school blazer, I found her student handbook.

“‘Shion Sarashina’-chan, huh...”

Naturally, the name didn't ring a bell. There was a bus pass, so she likely commuted from the village to a high school at the foot of the mountain. There was a photo tucked into the pass—she was smiling in the middle of a group of girls. How did a girl as bright and sweet-looking as Shion end up as a zombie?

“Aa~ aa-uu, au...”

On top of me as I sat cross-legged, Shion suddenly twitched and clung to me. The pulsing sensation inside felt incredible. Wait... did she just climax?

“Aa~...”

Shion, nibbling playfully again, began to move her hips in a slow, lazy rhythm. Honestly, I don't understand anything anymore.

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