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Her breathing quickened, her heart pounded in a frenzied rhythm and showed no signs of calming—it was only the beginning, after all.
Saeko, stunned by this suddenness, felt unfamiliar feelings ignite in her mind like flashes of lightning. Impulses born from her body pierced her through. Heat, like lava, spread through her veins, from the tips of her fingers to the lobes of her ears, scorching her skin with invisible fire. Her blue eyes widened, as if in fright, unable to tear themselves away from Maylen's deep, predatorily tender gaze.
All that remained was to watch as her body and mind submitted to something foreign, beyond her will.
Saeko desperately wanted to resist, to push away this dark goddess, but her hands, touching Maylen's abdomen, accidentally brushed against her soft, firm curves—and this only fanned the flames of passion within her.
No, I didn't want this!
She wanted to push away, not ignite a reciprocal blaze.
Air! I can't breathe!—Busujima mentally pleaded, as her mind clouded and a haze swam before her eyes.
Maylen greedily stole her breath, and Saeko's grip weakened with every second. Noticing this, the goddess broke the kiss with a light, feigned reluctance, allowing Saeko to gulp in life greedily.
"Kkh-kkh..."
Her lungs burned; every breath became heavy and painful, echoing with agony. Her mind didn't immediately piece everything together.
When Saeko could finally breathe freely and clear her thoughts, the first thing she saw was a spacious room with numerous paintings on the walls. Then she felt the softness: her body lay on a bed.
This greatly shocked the swordswoman—hadn't they been in the corridor just a second ago?
How had they ended up here?
Her mind spawned one question after another. Soon, she heard the sound of running water. The echo carried a steady splash. Saeko spotted a door in the far corner of the room: that's where the shower sounds were coming from.
Guessing who was there, she tried to hastily leave the room. But as soon as she slightly rose and touched the floor, a sudden weakness crashed over her. Saeko's face painfully met the floor, making her clutch her nose. Her body trembled, but she found the strength to rise, leaning on the nearest piece of furniture. Taking a couple of steps toward the exit, she heard the water stop. The shower door opened.
Against her will, Saeko glanced at the emerging Maylen: her hair was slightly damp and disheveled, her body concealed by a black robe, and her white legs sank into fluffy bunny slippers, creating a provocative contrast. Saeko's gaze involuntarily slid over her figure. Maylen noticed this, seeing how Saeko—trembling, covered in sweat, with a reddened nose—barely held onto the nightstand, trying not to fall.
No need to guess: she wanted to escape. But who would allow her?
With a sly smile and feline grace, Maylen moved toward the frightened Saeko, who tried to retreat, but her body betrayed her. She toppled backward, bracing for the inevitable impact with the cold floor!
Instinctively, she squeezed her eyes shut, but no pain followed. Surprised, she opened them wide—and again saw Maylen's face, far too close!
Once more in her arms, in this humiliating, helpless position!
This insulted Saeko's pride, encroaching on her self-esteem as a strong and independent girl!
Saeko's mind drowned in chaos, but Maylen cared nothing for her doubts—she pursued her goal and was close to achieving it.
Gently holding Saeko, careful not to harm her fragile body, she laid her on the bed. As soon as Saeko touched the sheets, her gaze fixed on Maylen's leaning face: warm breath brushed her cheeks. Embarrassment enveloped Saeko!
The awkwardness of the closeness brought back flashes of the kiss—she wants to do it again! Immediately, she covered her lips with her hands.
Maylen saw the palms as the last line of defense. But was that a barrier? Of course not.
With minimal effort, she parted her hands aside, touching them with her own palms. Saeko was defenseless again, vulnerable, helpless. Her hands captive, her legs unresponsive, and above her loomed Maylen, her body hovering over. The robe treacherously parted, gradually revealing skin—white, smooth, like marble. The scent of herbs assaulted Saeko's nostrils, causing an itch in her nose. The desire to touch was almost unbearable, but her hands remained locked in a vise. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Saeko's gaze involuntarily slid over Maylen's body. When the robe finally ceased to conceal the dark goddess's charms, her view revealed high, firm breasts with swollen nipples; a smooth abdomen without a gram of fat, beckoning touch. Her gaze descended lower, and Saeko realized what would happen next, what Maylen wanted.
These thoughts made her feel ill. Fear, an urge to resist, possible revulsion...
But it didn't come. Why? Shouldn't she feel disgust at this intimacy?
Saeko didn't know. No one knew.
And Maylen was already acting: she leaned in, gently touched her face with her own, rubbed teasingly, heightening the embarrassment. Then came a passionate kiss, full of desire. Pink lips met, exchanging heat; tongues intertwined in a fierce dance, yielding to neither. Saeko first tried to evade, but Maylen's tongue attacked mercilessly, leaving no choice. She surrendered, giving herself to the flow.
When the kiss broke, a thin thread of saliva stretched between them. Saeko's eyes widened in surprise. Maylen caught it, drawing most into herself, and licked her lips lasciviously. Saeko blushed even harder. Her face turned crimson, like a ripe tomato.
Her body continued to tremble, like a cornered beast pressed against the wall by a predator, with no hope of escape.
Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?
Drops of tears finally escaped her eyes, breaking through the dam of composure and stripping away the mask of confidence and pride. Maylen saw how the strong girl's face suddenly became weak and tear-streaked, like any other's. This filled her black heart with joy and satisfaction.
She leaned lower, her lips at Saeko's ear, and tenderly, softly whispered:
"Relax...Give yourself to the flow, let it wash away all worries and pains from your heart and soul..."
Maylen's whisper sounded as gentle as possible. Soothing notes echoed in Saeko's mind, with each word crumbling the walls of her consciousness, widening the cracks more and more. Saeko's eyes clouded; she no longer cried so intensely, tears flowing less frequently. Maylen began showering her with kisses and caresses, starting from the smooth neck and gradually descending lower. Saeko's hands were still clamped in a vise, but Maylen skillfully unbuttoned her uniform buttons with her teeth, exposing new areas of the swordswoman's flesh—without the slightest resistance. When the last button gave way, the uniform parted, revealing a purple bra concealing Saeko's charms.
For Maylen, this was no problem. Like a hungry beast, she bit into the thin fabric, gnawing it apart into two pieces. The grip loosened, and the fabric easily slipped aside, revealing Saeko's breasts, which so enticed the gaze. The two hemispheres, freed from the confining material, settled freely to the sides. They didn't hold their shape like Maylen's, but charmed in their own way with natural beauty.
Maylen was merciless, not easing her assault but only intensifying it. She tried to devour her whole, but instinctively sensed the boundaries of what was allowed. She paid attention to each breast, bestowing caresses that only amplified Saeko's moans.
"Mmm... ah... oooh..."
Finally, Saeko's hands fully weakened, allowing Maylen to free them and put her own to work. Naughty fingers descended lower, touching Saeko's moist intimacy. A pleasant itch and tingling spread through her entire body. For her, these surges of feelings, emotions, and bodily responses were the first, making the heat even more unbearable. Her heart pounded wildly, especially itching in her lower abdomen.
Saeko was in a trance, fully surrendering to the new sensations, but suddenly cried out when something penetrated her most intimate place. Instinctively, she clenched around it, but this didn't hinder the intrusion deeper. Every hidden spot was caressed.
Saeko wanted to know the cause of these sensations.
Gathering the remnants of her will, she opened her eyes and saw: Maylen's face rested at her breast, her free hand wandered below, and the other held her hand. With her weakened palm, Saeko touched Maylen's head, trying to push her away, but as always, she lacked the strength.
Meanwhile, Maylen's fingers fully explored Saeko's intimate depths, clearly wanting more, but Maylen decided: not today.
Despite all her desires, she restrained herself with a pang in her heart—choosing to enjoy caresses between women, to explore every centimeter of Saeko's body, not to pressure her, not to shock her prematurely, but to prepare her thoroughly. Maylen feared breaking Saeko's mind, turning her into an empty doll uttering only moans. She didn't want that!
What would be the point if all efforts were in vain?
No, Maylen desired full love: for the heart and soul to be devoted to her alone, filled with warm, fairy-tale feelings. That's why she held back! Saeko should appreciate this—Maylen made sacrifices for her!
Maylen decided to finish exploring Saeko's breasts—now they were covered in saliva, with imprints of kisses and tooth marks. Her head descended lower, centimeter by centimeter. Her face met intense heat and a stifling musky scent that didn't repel but only aroused, making her wet. Withdrawing her fingers, coated in moisture, Maylen touched them with her tongue, licked her lips, and finally gazed at the pink lips exuding moisture, with a small patch of downy hair on the pubis. It didn't spoil the picture.
Masterfully finding the small bud, she began playing with her fingers. Following this came a lustful cry:
"Maaaylen!.."
Maylen's tongue plunged into the depths without delay, exploring the moist, tender places. Saeko's body arched under the onslaught of sensations. Involuntarily gaining strength, her legs wrapped around Maylen's neck, wanting to squeeze, but she didn't even feel it. Tingling and itching grew, numbness and release rolled in waves.
The final impulse struck her mind, and Saeko let out the ultimate cry of climax:
"Aaaaaah!.."
Her mind faded for a moment, her body convulsed, continuing to shudder.
Her mind dimmed briefly, body in convulsions, twitching. Her legs weakened. Maylen's face rose, wet from lashes to chin, impassive. She looked at the satisfied Saeko, whose breathing evened out—she herself remained unsatisfied, playing with her fingers at herself, on the edge.
Saeko finished first! Couldn't she hold out just a little longer?
(end)
***
Several days had passed since Maylen and Takashi's group arrived.
Time flowed sluggishly and deceptively calmly, disrupted only by the secret attraction that wove threads binding Maylen and Saeko in "evening games." This closeness, like a sunbeam, warmed the goddess's icy heart, softening her temperament and making her more amenable to those around her.
However, Saeko seemed to be experiencing inner turmoil. Each interaction with the dark entity chipped away at her worldview. Busujima no longer reacted as sharply to Maylen's flirtations laced with ambiguity.
And though she maintained a mask of impassivity on her face, at times her gaze betrayed embarrassment and, perhaps, even anticipation?
Thoughts of taking the initiative herself occasionally visited her. At such moments, Saeko caught herself feeling a slight discomfort, retreating to the background and increasingly observing Maylen, who casually conversed with Yuriko Takagi at the large family table.
Yuriko sat opposite, slowly chewing her salad, and bestowed upon Maylen a radiant smile. This light seemed to penetrate the very soul of the goddess, dispelling the darkness and allowing her to feel part of this strange but alluring world. Even in the presence of people like Takashi Komuro and Soichiro Takagi, Maylen felt surprisingly comfortable. Rei sat next to Takashi, smiling sweetly, and he returned warm smiles, sometimes trying to joke or court her: offering help with food or other trifles.
This drew the attention of those who knew about their relationship, at least approximately. Maylen found their pair amusing and sometimes teased them, making both blush and deny it.
Only Saya seemed dejected. She absentmindedly poked at a lifeless tomato with her fork, sighing and barely touching her food.
Shizuka and Alice, on the contrary, remained unruffled and cheerful. They chattered nonstop, as if forgetting all the dangers lurking beyond the walls of this house.
Soichiro sat next to his wife and daughter, his face remaining grim, and he too barely touched his food. His mind was occupied with problems surrounding them from all sides, but he tried to glance occasionally at Maylen, who devoured the dishes and treats brought from her world with great appetite.
Yes, precisely from another world—this initially shocked the head of the Takagi family, making him scrutinize the unusual shapes, colors of fruits, vegetables, and other dishes that were too strange for his understanding. His daughter had already told him who this "dark goddess" Maylen was.
And...
Soichiro glanced again at her appearance: a black dress the color of a raven's wing, hair and eyes not of this world, and a face—too perfect.
He had seen many beautiful women, but Maylen was a being of another order, and knowing her true nature only intensified this feeling.
"So... this is lion meat?" clearing his throat, Soichiro said, suspiciously eyeing the piece on his plate. His fingers gripped the fork and knife tightly.
"M? Ah, yes! It's a special kind. Try it, don't be shy! You have the most delectable piece on your plate," Maylen replied, gracing him with a captivating smile.
Soichiro's face darkened. His appetite vanished instantly.
What was the matter? Wasn't Maylen being kind and hospitable, offering guests exquisite delicacies they couldn't even dream of?
No, the dishes were delicious and refined, no doubt, but... the longer Soichiro stared, the less he wanted to eat.
"Hm... won't you have it? Too bad," Maylen shook her head with feigned disappointment. "They say this dish strengthens manhood and boosts... activity. But if you don't want it..."
Soichiro nearly choked, barely restraining himself, and with a stern, stoic face, said:
"Khm!.. I'm very grateful for such... a treat, but I'll pass. Thank you, but... I have no issues with that at the moment."
"Too bad, really too bad," Maylen shrugged, averting her gaze and allowing Soichiro to sigh in relief, wipe the sweat from his forehead, and push the plate away.
The exquisite delicacies tempted, but definitely not today.
A smile still played on Maylen's face, but inside she clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Tsk! Maybe just cast a spell to make everything fall off down there? Then, perhaps, Yuriko would leave him herself and come to me?
The cunning plan failed, and Maylen mentally pondered another, which clearly alarmed the Takagi family.
Before Saya could attempt to intervene, the building suddenly shook. A deafening roar erupted, causing everyone to fall from their chairs. Only Maylen remained seated impassively, while Saeko, clutching her shoulders, stayed on the goddess's lap. Busujima also nearly fell, but Maylen caught her in time.
"W-what's happening?!"
"Is it an earthquake?!"
Saya and Takashi exclaimed in unison, and everyone, exchanging glances, began to rise, regaining balance. Soichiro stood first and helped his wife and daughter. Takashi jumped up and extended a hand to Rei, who looked at him gratefully. Shizuka lay on the floor, oohing and rubbing her bruised head, while Alice fell right onto the nurse. The two "safety cushions" softened the impact, and the girl got away with just a light fright.
Maylen released Saeko, approached the window, and whistled:
"Whoa! Looks like the end of the world is near, and the view is quite beautiful!"
Her eyes burned, her breath caught in excitement, but the goddess's words made everyone present pale and chill with fear. All except Shizuka, who wasn't in a hurry even in such a moment, rushed to the window. The glass was shattered, littering the floor with sharp shards, but curiosity overpowered fear.
In an instant, they froze, faces locked in shock, bodies still.
The sky, recently blue with a bright sun, was covered by black and white clouds, painting everything in dark tones. Everyone stared mesmerized at the outlines of mushroom clouds in the distance. Questions swirled in their minds, but the elder Takagis exchanged glances and understood everything.
The world had become even more horrific, and salvation seemed unlikely.
***
A human gaze cannot encompass what unfolds before Maylen's eyes. While the others froze in horror, watching the aftermath of explosions tearing apart a patch of land before them, the dark goddess surveyed the entire apocalyptic landscape—the devastating barrage of missiles raining down on the world.
She nodded faintly, satisfied that her plan was flawlessly coming to life, and her minions had already fulfilled their part.
But what exactly had they done?
During her hours of absence, Maylen not only saved Alice but also created a couple of demonic servants, tasked with unleashing a strike on countries possessing nuclear weapons.
To unleash Armageddon. To orchestrate the apocalypse!
And now, with the missiles launched, the entire accumulated arsenal committed to fire, the planet shuddered under a hail of explosions, burying cities and countries beneath them. Even from afar, Maylen heard the death cries, felt the agony echoing in her consciousness, and her body trembled with painful excitement.
This spectacle was worth all the efforts!
To witness the nuclear end with her own eyes, to drink this sweet nectar, rather than settle for dry predictions.
While everyone peered out, Saya involuntarily glanced at Maylen—and this became, perhaps, her most terrifying mistake.
The expression on the goddess's face plunged her into soul-chilling horror.
M-monster! M-monster, abomination!
Saya cursed her inwardly, but Maylen paid no attention to these thoughts, fully absorbed in the spectacle.
Suddenly, a blinding light flashed—a white explosion, burning the retinas, erasing consciousness.
People toppled to the floor, trying to recover. Heads buzzed, sounds vanished, a white haze stood before their eyes. Senses switched off for a moment, frightening even more, but gradually, second by second, minds cleared, eyes focused, restoring colors, and sounds penetrated the ears again.
The first thing they heard were fragments of Maylen's words:
"...Yes... they... didn't hold back?.. Even... it came to... really?"
When vision fully returned, the meaning of her words didn't immediately sink in, but some guessed what had happened—and nothing could prepare for that.
Saya somehow stood, gathered her thoughts, and looked out the window again. In an instant, she nearly fell, her eyes shaking in complete denial.
The others followed her example—and what they saw brought no relief.
Tokonosu City, the city where much of the events of "Highschool of the Dead" unfolded, where the group of survivors tried to find their place and live another day, in an instant... ceased to exist.
A massive crater formed in the center, all surrounding buildings razed to the ground, leaving nothing. Only the Takagi mansion and the nearest territory survived thanks to the barrier Maylen had set up in time.
Without it, all would have been doomed.
The city lay in ruins, but even so, Maylen detected faint traces of survivors who endured the blast. Their condition was pitiful, and perhaps death would be more merciful than the coming sufferings.
But what did Maylen care about them?
Shrugging, she turned to those present:
"Looks like my vacation in this world is coming to an end! Well, Saeko, time to pack up and leave—there's nothing more to do here."
She approached the still dazed Saeko and took her by the arm. Busujima, surprised by such familiarity in front of everyone, tried to pull away:
"Wait! Where are we going?.." Her body trembled, but she continued: "Stop! What about the others?!"
"Huh?" Maylen halted, holding the swordswoman under her arm, which allowed those present to come to their senses and involuntarily exclaim:
"W-wait! You're leaving?.."
"Are you abandoning us?.."
Questions poured like hail, starting to irritate Maylen. She looked at them with icy contempt and said:
"M? What do I care about you? Your fate doesn't concern me."
But still, she cast a warmer glance at Shizuka and Alice:
"And what are you standing there for? This doesn't apply to you, so hurry over to me, or I'll leave you here!"
Alice didn't need to be told twice—she instantly stood, helped Shizuka, and both, holding hands, ran to Maylen.
This left the others in confusion.
Saya was the most surprised—she adjusted her glasses and said:
"Wait! Are you just leaving us like this? Then why help us, only to abandon us like unwanted toys?"
Saya flared with anger, rage, and disappointment.
"M? Well, yeah, what's the big deal?" Maylen tilted her head slightly.
Her answer instantly left everyone speechless, especially Saya, who wanted to snap back and say nasty things, but instead rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily. Right, how could she forget for a second?
Before her stood the embodiment of evil.
Saya adjusted her blouse, put on a charming, enchanting smile, and with grace approached Maylen, who slightly raised an eyebrow in mild anticipation, deciding to stay for now and see what the girl would do.
At first, Maylen thought—even hoped—that Saya would start insulting her like a bratty kid. But now?
A light curiosity and intrigue crept into her mind, allowing her to release Saeko and cross her arms in anticipation.
And Saya didn't disappoint!
She wrapped her arms around Maylen and pressed her whole body—her soft, voluminous chest pleased the goddess! As soon as Maylen looked into Saya's puppy eyes, her black heart melted slightly.
"Maybe... if one dark goddess helps us all escape and get to a safe place, away from all this, then..." Saya's smile became as wide and warm as possible, with a hint of slyness, her eyes flashing with otherworldly light, "...one silly girl will apologize and thank her savior?"
A deathly silence fell.
Soichiro clenched his fists tighter, his face reflecting an indescribable gamut of emotions; Yuriko supported her husband, grabbing his hand, and they exchanged glances—their looks said it all.
Takashi and Rei stared at the younger Takagi's back as if it were the only saving straw, placing all hopes on her. Shizuka and Alice shrugged, while Saeko watched with an unreadable expression.
The silence hung, slightly making Saya nervous—she already thought the plan wouldn't work—but in one instant, she was enveloped in a bear hug, squeezing the air from her lungs.
"Ah! Saya-chan! You've finally realized the charms of my magnificence, and the flower has bloomed, showing its first petals!"
Maylen's cheeks pressed against Saya's face, who inwardly boiled, snapped back, and cursed everything, but outwardly remained cool, with a light smile, trying to radiate happiness—though it came out very poorly. Even those present didn't believe in the sincerity, but Maylen seemed not to notice the issues and said:
"I think I can indulge my pink bunny a little, right? If so, I'll quickly sort everything out, and we can finally be alone!"
As soon as she said that, Saya inwardly exclaimed:
Pink bunny!? Who are you calling a bunny, you old!.. insensitive and vile!..—showering her with all sorts of curses and maledictions in her thoughts.
But she didn't let them escape outward. To save herself, her loved ones, and everyone else, sacrifices were necessary.
She was a Takagi, after all!
This wretch wouldn't break her, and she would yet show her character—from a defenseless pink bunny!