Stella: "Can 'Kabane' really be cured?"
Megumi Kato: "Aren't 'Kabane' just like zombies, essentially dead tissue? Does healing them mean reviving corpses?"
Shizu: "Based on everything described, the Kabane are definitely walking corpses. Even if you purge the virus, a rotting body shouldn't just come back to life."
Shizu: "Unless true resurrection magic is at play."
Saeko Busujima: "At the very least, reversing actual death is beyond conventional science or combat medicine."
Frieren: "Simple injuries are easy enough to mend with magic, but a pathogen like the Kabane virus... that would require clinical study to fully understand."
Mai Sakurajima: "Speculating blindly gets us nowhere. Someone on-site should just explain what actually happened."
Ayame: "Haruto-sama completely restored the person who was on the verge of turning into a full Kabane."
Frieren: "Ah, so the infection hadn't fully consumed his brain yet. In that stage, purging the virus before death claims the host leaves a narrow window for reversal."
Stella: "So the trade went through, and Haruto..."
Stella suddenly got a sinking, familiar feeling in her gut.
[Ding! Kajika has started a live stream!]
Stella: "I knew it! Every single time!"
Tapping into the stream feed, her screen immediately illuminated with Haruto's face and the explicit sight unfolding behind him.
Stella: "@Haruto, you absolute menace, you're at it again!"
Haruto: "What on earth does this have to do with me? Kajika was the one who initiated the broadcast, wasn't she? (laughs)"
Stella: "You..."
Stella was practically fuming, though she couldn't technically refute the technicality.
Frieren: "It's always like this. Why do you insist on overcomplicating things with these public exhibitions? Isn't there a much simpler, direct way to handle transactions?"
Frieren tilted her head, genuinely perplexed. In her centuries of experience, contracts were straightforward, and she couldn't grasp why this theatrical route was constantly chosen.
Megumi Kato: "..."
Sui: "..."
Everyone else besides Frieren fell into a heavy, knowing silence.
Strangely enough, after witnessing this exact spectacle once, twice, or several times over, they were all slowly becoming desensitized to it.
Participating in a chat debate about his methods? Absolutely not—they preferred to just lurk in silence. After all... it was undeniably addictive to watch.
Yet there were always naive souls like Frieren who remained completely immune to the suggestive tension.
Akame: "It is physically exhausting."
Frieren: "It certainly looks like hard work."
Saeko Busujima: "Personally, I think it's fine. It's not hurting anyone."
Saeko Busujima: "Though watching him sometimes makes me think of a sewing machine."
Akame: "What on earth is a sewing machine?"
Frieren: "I would also like to know what kind of magical tool that is."
Saeko Busujima: "It's..."
The trio continued their casual text conversation, casually critiquing Haruto's relentless stamina and rhythmic "technique."
In her own distant room, Sui buried her burning face deeper into Haruto's oversized jacket, her breathing growing ragged as she watched the relentless up-and-down motion on the screen.
Saeko's earlier comment about a "sewing machine" echoed cruelly in her mind.
It was mechanical, fast, and entirely relentless.
Sui's thighs clamped together instinctively, a wet ache pooling between her legs as she watched Kajika gag softly on his length, tears pricking the corners of the girl's eyes from the sheer depth of penetration, yet refusing to stop.
Back in the carriage, Haruto reached out, his cool fingers tangling roughly in Kajika's hair.
He tilted her head back, cutting off her deep throat as he pulled her up, her lips slick and shining with his pre-cum.
"That's enough of the warm-up," Haruto murmured, his voice a low, commanding growl.
He gripped her by the waist and hauled her upward, positioning her directly over his lap.
Without a shred of preamble, he guided her down onto his thick shaft.
Slowly Kajika was stretched to her absolute, agonizing limits.
A high-pitched, piercing loud moan tore from her throat, her back arching violently as her inner walls screamed from the sudden, massive intrusion.
She felt entirely split open, packed tight with burning, relentless heat that radiated outward to every nerve in her body.
"Ah—! Ha... ha, too big, it's too big—!" she moaned out, her fingernails clawing desperately into Haruto's shoulders, leaving faint red crescent marks in her panic.
"Shh...it's fine," Haruto commanded, his hands locking onto her hips with unyielding strength.
He gave her time to adjust.
After a few minutes of adjustment he slammed her downward onto him over and over, establishing a vicious, punishing rhythm that rattled the carriage seats.
Slap, slap, slap!
The heavy sound of skin colliding echoed loudly against the wood-paneled walls.
Kajika's breasts bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, her nipples hardening into aching peaks.
The initial pain rapidly dissolved into a dizzying, narcotic wave of pleasure that scrambled her thoughts.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, her jaw hanging slack as drool dripped from her chin down onto her chest.
"H-Haruto-sama! Ah... ahh! Yes, harder, please—!"
She completely abandoned her shyness, her voice devolving into desperate, animalistic moans as she threw her head back, riding the towering waves of ecstasy he forced into her body.
With every deep, punishing upward thrust, Haruto hit her most sensitive spot with mechanical precision.
Kajika's inner walls began to clench and convulse violently around him, milking his length as a massive, full-body orgasm crashed over her.
Her vision went completely white, and she let out a long, shuddering wail as she sprayed her sweet juices across his thighs.
Yet, Haruto didn't slow down.
Grabbing her hips tighter, he let out a low grunt and delivered a dozen lightning-fast, brutal thrusts right into her convulsing core, driving her to the very edge of consciousness.
Before he erupted deep inside her womb, pumping thick, scalding ropes of his seed to seal the trade and mark her entirely as his.
"Saya, did you see it?" Rei Miyamoto suddenly asked, breaking the heavy silence of the barricaded room.
Saya Takagi flinched, her eyes darting evasively toward the corner of the wall.
"S-see what?!" she snapped defensively, crossing her arms. "I am not watching whatever filth is playing on that floating screen! It's completely indecent!"
She would rather bite her own tongue off than admit she had been glued to the live stream right alongside everyone else.
Rei let out a knowing smirk, leaning back against the fortified shelf.
"I wasn't talking about the broadcast itself, dummy. I'm talking about the trade system. Didn't you see how much stronger Saeko-senpai got?"
"..."
Saya fell into an instant, heavy silence.
Beside her, Shizuka Marikawa—the voluptuous school nurse—similarly froze, her usual airheaded expression replaced by a look of deep, troubled contemplation.
The harsh reality of their situation was closing in around them.
Saeko had already slipped out into the blood-soaked courtyard to hunt the undead, moving with lethal, terrifying grace.
Meanwhile, Saya, Shizuka, and Rei were forced to cower inside the safe house, utterly dependent on others for their survival.
The suffocating agony of being completely helpless, of being dead weight in a dying world, was driving them to the brink.
And right there in the back of their minds, a dangerous, seductive seed of desire had officially taken root.
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