Seeing Tsubasa's expression, Yukino instantly guessed what he was thinking.
"I've prepared food for you."
She handed him a pack of chocolate pies she had prepared in advance.
Tsubasa snatched it, quickly tore open the packaging, and devoured it ravenously. He finished a large bag in one go, but still felt a pang of hunger.
"Is there more?"
"Yes." Yukino looked at him in surprise, then directly handed him her backpack.
After finishing his own reserved food and most of Yukino's, Tsubasa finally felt about seventy to eighty percent full.
"Are you...?" Although Yukino looked surprised, she wasn't too taken aback. With her intelligence, it wasn't hard to guess that Tsubasa's current hunger was likely related to his earlier temporary burst of power.
"This is the price of activating that ability. It was..." Tsubasa tried to explain it to her as concisely as possible.
At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the front.
"Shiraha-san, could you come over here for a moment?"
Tsubasa looked forward. Hayato was concentrating on driving, and the speed was quite stable, indicating he was an experienced driver.
Utaha held a map, sitting in a nearby seat, occasionally glancing at the map. Seeing Tsubasa awaken, a complex, almost imperceptible expression seemed to flash in her eyes.
At this time, inside the messy bus compartment, besides the blood stains everywhere, the remains of mangled flesh and corpses had been cleaned up by everyone.
Kakeru, who had lost a leg, lay in the middle of the compartment, occasionally letting out muffled groans of pain. Given the limited space, everyone could only let him lie in the middle.
"..." Tsubasa looked at Kakeru's pale face, then at his bandaged, severed leg, and didn't know what to say.
To have escaped death, this guy's luck could already be described as good.
Casually tossing his personal pain relief kit to a young man responsible for watching Kakeru, Tsubasa went to the passenger seat and began to converse with Hayato: "I didn't know you could drive."
"I learned in Hawaii during summer vacation..." Hayato turned his head, his eyes bloodshot with fatigue.
"..." Tsubasa didn't know what to say.
"I have to thank you for killing those two monsters... Otherwise, not everyone would have survived." Hayato's tone was filled with sincere gratitude.
"I only did it for myself," Tsubasa said frankly, waving his hand.
"Shiraha-san, you really are a straightforward person." Hayato forced a bitter smile. He wasn't very good at dealing with people like Tsubasa.
Having grown up in aristocratic circles, most of the socialites he encountered were polite on the surface but quite cold in private.
Tsubasa, on the other hand, was the exact opposite; his personality was direct and to the point, and he didn't like to put on a show. People like him would be greatly liked by some and equally disliked by others.
"We've already driven into the city center. Although there's heating in the car, it's not a long-term solution." Hayato steered the wheel, and as they passed a designer clothing store, he slowly pulled over: "So, I plan to stop here and let everyone change into warmer clothes. This place is very close to our target—the Roosevelt Hotel. Once everyone has changed, we can head straight to the hotel."
"Got it." Seeing Hayato's thorough arrangements, Tsubasa had nothing more to say.
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After the school bus was parked, everyone exited in single file and entered the clothing store. After checking, there were no zombies inside the clothing store.
"Wow, this is an LV dress! Even my mom only has one."
"Tsk, tsk, Givenchy, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Valentino and Dior... I never thought I'd live to see myself wearing these designer brands."
In the apocalypse, money had become pointless, vulgar trash. Many of the students came from ordinary families and had never been exposed to these luxury goods.
Exclamations of surprise rang out one after another. Some excited women had already started trying on clothes in front of the mirror.
Rather than focusing on the high price, Yukino valued the warmth and practicality of clothing more. Soon, she was already wearing a black sheepskin jacket over her school uniform. She also changed her school uniform pleated skirt to a matching genuine leather pleated mini skirt.
The young woman's slender legs were wrapped in gray winter thermal tights, and she wore a pair of small black snow boots. She looked exceptionally petite and adorable.
It has to be said, beauty is beauty. Even with such thick clothing, Yukino's outstanding appearance was still hard to conceal.
Seeing Tsubasa staring intently at her, Yukino's usually cold and aloof face slowly flushed red. She said, "Why aren't you picking out clothes? What are you staring at me for?"
"I'm not good at these things," Tsubasa said, shrugging. He didn't know which one was suitable. Finding clothes that were both lightweight and warm could take a long time.
"Let me help you." Although Yukino's expression remained unchanged, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. "I've finally discovered that this guy also has a side he's not good at!"
When it comes to choosing clothes, women have more say than men.
Tsubasa didn't bother to pick and choose, so he just let Yukino dress him up. Their slightly intimate actions unexpectedly gave off a vibe of an old married couple.
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Not long after, after changing into winter clothes, Tsubasa nodded in satisfaction and was about to return to the bus when he saw Utaha biting her lips and looking conflicted as she lingered over the pantyhose area.
"No need to look anymore, just take them all."
Hearing the familiar, overbearing male voice, Utaha raised her head, her face flushed with embarrassment. She retorted, "Take it all... What will others think of me...?"
"Hmph, do you have the right to refuse, Utaha Kasumigaoka-san?" Tsubasa huffed and approached the young woman step by step.
The other party's aggressive advance made Utaha feel very uncomfortable, and her pair of shapely, alluring legs unconsciously and quietly came together.
Gradually, Tsubasa forced her back to a deserted corner.
"Don't forget the price you'll have to pay."
Gazing into Utaha's captivating red eyes, Tsubasa felt a surge of excitement rising within him.
Well, he was certainly not some hypocritical gentle guy.
In a doomsday scenario, you still resort to the good guy tactics?
Please! Beautiful women, of course, belong to the strong!
At this moment, the beautiful young woman in front of him had a striking white headband on her long, jet-black hair, and a pair of dark red eyes that were so captivating they seemed to be able to steal one's heart. Below that were her delicate nose and sparkling pink lips.
Her attire was a slightly mature white business suit, which perfectly accentuated her full bust and didn't clash with her youthful face. A pair of long, straight, plump, and shapely legs, tightly wrapped in dark black stockings, looked even more alluring.
Utaha was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, Tsubasa had already moved closer, reached out and lifted her chin, and kissed her moist pink lips.
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