“Our Dormitory seems to have been isolated,” Akira said.
“The number of surrounding survivors is also too small.”
Over the past few days, aside from encountering zombies in the convenience store and construction site, they hadn’t run into any living people.
In the chat channel, survivors in other regions complained about the number of monsters and the scarcity of supplies, but never a single word mentioned any abnormalities in their area.
This made the doubts in Akira’s heart heavier and heavier.
“This indicates that our situation here might be different from everyone else’s.” Saya pushed her glasses, the lenses reflecting a faint light, “Perhaps we are in a special area.”
He lowered his head, scrutinizing his palms, where three Sharp Claws could extend from the joints at any moment.
Is it because of [Infinite Devour]?
His own talent was?-grade; so far, he didn’t know what that question mark represented.
“Perhaps starting tomorrow, we can gradually explore the outer areas of the Dormitory and use my ability to find other survivors.” Takagi Saya pushed up her glasses, the lenses reflecting the soft light inside the Dormitory.
“Okay.”
…
After upgrading to a Level 2 Dormitory, the internal space had doubled.
The windows had also become spacious and bright.
The balcony extended outward, offering a broad view.
Akira walked to the edge of the balcony, his palm resting on the cold railing as his gaze drifted into the distance.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky blood-red, and as night fell, a faint layer of blood mist gradually rose from the ground, shrouding the distant scenery in a blur.
On the horizon, a few scattered Dormitory buildings stood tall.
Walking back inside from the balcony, the upgraded wooden floor no longer creaked when stepped on.
After taking a shower, Takagi Saya poked her head out of the kitchen, her face wearing a somewhat inquisitive look.
“This stove seems to be induction.” She pointed at a smooth black panel on the counter.
“But how do we use it without electricity?”
Akira walked over and reached out to touch the panel.
[Basic Kitchen: Cooking can be done by consuming Survival Points or specific energy resources (charcoal, gas, or electricity).]
[No energy resources currently found.
Consume 1 Survival Point to obtain 3 hours of energy?]
“I see.” Akira understood.
“Survival Points again.” Takagi Saya curled her lip, but a hint of anticipation sparkled in her eyes.
“The instant noodles we scavenged today can finally be cooked and eaten.”
Compared to dry bread and canned food, a steaming bowl of instant noodles was undoubtedly a heavenly treat in the apocalypse.
Akira had no objection; he took two packs of instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water from his backpack.
The kitchen space was very small, barely enough for two people to turn around.
Akira poured the mineral water into a large pot, added the seasoning packets, and then chose to consume 1 Survival Point.
[Energy has been supplied.]
[Can be used for another 3 hours; the timer will pause if cooking ends.]
The black panel lit up with a faint red glow, and the water in the pot soon began to bubble with small air bubbles.
“Where are the noodles?” Takagi Saya turned around and reached out toward Akira.
Akira handed over the two noodle blocks from behind him.
Just as Takagi Saya was about to take them, her foot tripped on something, and her body suddenly lost balance and pitched forward.
“Ah!”
A short cry of surprise.
Akira instinctively reached out and caught the girl’s falling body.
Takagi Saya crashed right into his arms.
Her rounded breasts, separated only by thin fabric, pressed tightly against Akira’s firm chest, becoming slightly deformed from the pressure.
After her shower, the girl had not put on a bra for comfort; she was currently braless.
The girl’s body was very soft.
Through the thin fabric, Akira could clearly feel that warm softness, and the fresh scent lingering in her hair after her shower instantly filled his nostrils.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
In the kitchen, only the sound of the water boiling in the pot remained.
Akira felt the two soft peaks under the girl’s shirt harden slightly due to the impact and friction.
Takagi Saya’s body instantly stiffened, and her mind went blank.
She could feel the body heat coming from his chest.
Her body couldn’t help but shiver, and that strange sensation of friction made her face flush and her heart race.
“You…” She struggled to utter a single syllable.
“Stand steady.” Akira’s voice sounded above her head, his tone as flat as ever.
With a whoosh, Takagi Saya’s cheeks turned red all the way to her ears.
She suddenly pushed Akira away and took two steps back, her back hitting the cold counter with a soft thud.
“You…
you let go!”
Her voice carried a trace of an undetectable tremble.
“You were the one who tripped.” Akira withdrew his hand, his tone as calm as if he were stating an inconsequential fact.
“That…
that’s because you were in the way!” Takagi Saya argued forcefully, her eyes wandering.
She didn’t dare look at Akira, afraid of seeing that imposing physique again.
The atmosphere now was both ambiguous and heated.
She was a beautiful girl with an explosive figure, and Akira was a man.
What if he thought the current atmosphere was good and took the opportunity to have relations with her?
He was so strong; would she have any room to escape at all?
Thinking about it now, although Akira’s performance in recent days had been very good, even a model teammate, moral standards in the apocalypse were inherently unreliable.
What if he were to lose control of his primal instincts today?
Takagi Saya’s eyes flickered toward the door; she was already thinking about how to escape.
The water in the pot had completely boiled, making a louder noise.
Amidst the girl’s wild thoughts, Akira simply placed the noodle blocks into the electric pot, no longer paying attention to her reaction.
“Do you like it soft or hard?” Akira asked.
“Who wants to eat that thing!!!” The girl instinctively glanced at Akira’s lower body, and then suddenly realized that Akira was asking about the texture of the instant noodles.
“You’re not eating?” Akira was stunned.
Wasn’t it Takagi Saya who asked for instant noodles?
“Uh…
I’ll have it hard.” Takagi Saya fell silent.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off those inappropriate images from her mind.
Heavens, what on earth was she thinking?
The two didn’t speak again.
Takagi Saya lowered her head, stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.
Her pink hair fell, hiding her flushed cheeks.
Soon, two bowls of steaming instant noodles were ready.
This was the first proper hot meal they had eaten since arriving in this world.
The two sat at the simple small table that appeared after the upgrade, burying their heads in their noodles.
The warm food slid into their stomachs, dispelling the exhaustion and tension of the past few days.
The warmth also gradually calmed the panic in Takagi Saya’s heart.
“Ah~ I never thought a bowl of instant noodles could be this delicious.” Takagi Saya sighed, a bit of soup still clinging to the corner of her mouth.
With the relief of the warm food, her thoughts became calm.
“You know, Akira, before transmigrating here, I was the young miss of the Takagi family.” Takagi Saya said in a willful tone.
“Oh, really?
That’s impressive.” Akira chimed in casually; he naturally knew Takagi Saya’s identity.
The anime Highschool of the Dead was one of the things he had used to pass the time while on his sickbed.
“You don’t think it’s impressive at all.” The girl wagged her finger.
Looking at Akira’s calm eyes, she felt very much at peace.
This strange feeling felt very peculiar to her; it was a sense of calm she hadn’t even possessed before transmigrating.
Living in an absurdly spacious mansion, surrounded by a group of servants who only knew how to flatter her, having whatever she wanted, always being first in grades, everyone pampering her and going along with her.
Was that feeling good?
Perhaps it wasn’t bad, but every morning when she woke up in her absurdly large bed, she would feel a wave of loneliness.
But after coming here and throwing all that away, she found that the feeling of loneliness had also disappeared.
All she had to think about every day was how to survive together with the man in front of her.
“Akira, this young lady acknowledges you.
Just call me Saya.” Takagi Saya’s face was slightly flushed, but her tone remained spirited.
“Actually, since it’s just the two of us now, ‘you’ and ‘I’ are enough to distinguish us.”
“Idiot!!
You keep saying ‘you, you’!
That’s so rude.
Even in a world like this, forms of address are very important!”