"Go faster—faster!"
Rin sat backwards on the motorcycle, one hand pressed against the seat as she poured her mana into the vehicle, reinforcing it with magic. In her other hand, she gripped a one-handed crossbow, loosing bolts every few seconds to shoot down the undead sprinting after them.
They were already going fast—dangerously so—but the zombies chasing them were far from ordinary. Their bodies glowed with a sickly green hue, and their eyes burned crimson. Despite the speed of the motorcycle, these things were gaining on them.
Rin gritted her teeth. She had no choice but to keep fueling the bike with her mana, pushing it to its limit. If the motorcycle gave out now… they'd all be dead.
"This is already as fast as I can go!" Mai yelled from the front, hands tight on the handlebars. Her voice was taut with tension, her eyes constantly scanning the ruined road ahead. The terrain was unforgiving—just one wrong move, and they'd skid out.
It wasn't just about whether the motorcycle could survive the strain—if it fell, they wouldn't be able to outrun these tireless monsters on foot.
Just as both girls were laser-focused on survival, the girl who had introduced herself as Kiki suddenly spoke up—her tone oddly casual.
"With this kind of zombie force… if someone like Admiral Aokiji or Akainu were here, I bet they could handle it easily, right? I mean, would the World Government even allow something like this to exist unchecked?"
As she spoke, a zombie closed in—barely ten meters away now. Several others, crawling on all fours, began to leap through the air, aiming straight for them.
Rin had no idea who this "Akainu" or "Aokiji" were, nor what the "World Government" meant in this context—but the way Kiki said it, as if this nightmare was just a mild inconvenience, was enough to make Rin snap.
"Now's really not the time for that kind of talk!" Rin growled, gritting her teeth as she fired another bolt straight into the eye of a leaping zombie, knocking it clean out of the air.
"They could be the strongest people in the world for all I care—they're not coming to save us! Just keep firing!"
Rin snapped, loosing another bolt from her crossbow that thudded into the chest of a sprinting zombie. There was no time to switch to the submachine gun Ryuji had given them—too risky at these speeds.
Akainu? Aokiji? The World Government?
Rin's thoughts churned in the back of her mind. Another world—could this girl truly be from somewhere else?
The girl who had called herself Kiki let out a light laugh, her tone strangely relaxed even as death closed in. She glanced toward what Rin could only guess was the "game system" Rias had mentioned before, then calmly crossed her arms in front of her.
"I'm sorry for hiding the truth before," she said, voice cool and composed, "but now's as good a time as any. My real name is Nico Robin. Where I'm from, people like to call me… the Devil Child."
Hundred Flower Technique.
As she spoke, Rin stared in shock—beneath the charging zombies, dozens of arms suddenly sprouted from the ground, clutching at their ankles. In an instant, several of the monsters were yanked down, toppling the ones behind them and disrupting the horde's momentum.
Then, with six more arms suddenly growing from Robin's back, she hurled all six grenades Ryuji had given her in one motion.
BOOM—
The explosions ripped through the ground behind them, tearing apart the tarmac and reducing dozens of zombies to chunks of burning flesh. For a few precious seconds, the path was clear.
Robin exhaled deeply, glancing down at her still-intact arms with relief. She turned toward Mai, who was still weaving the motorcycle through the wreckage.
"Hey, Miss Mai," Robin called. "Remember that gorge we passed on the way here? With the broken bridge?"
Of course Mai remembered. They'd detoured around it for hours. If they'd taken the gorge route, they could've saved a lot of time—if the bridge had been intact.
She glanced in the rear-view mirror. She'd seen Robin's strange power firsthand, the arms that could grow from thin air. But—
"Are you sure about this?" Mai called back. "If your arms get hurt, doesn't that mean you get hurt too? And... even if you make a path, those arms only have your own strength, right?"
She'd already guessed Robin's plan: to create a makeshift bridge using her summoned limbs.
But were Robin's arms strong enough to carry them?
Robin chuckled faintly. "Sharp observation. Don't worry—just drive fast. As long as you hit the jump at full speed, we'll make it across. And if things go wrong... I'll make sure you're safe."
Mai didn't hesitate. She nodded. The long route was rough and broken—if they stayed on it, it was only a matter of time before they'd be caught.
"Got it!"
The trio turned sharply, heading toward the shattered gorge. Behind them, the undead had already regrouped and were surging forward again, a wave of decay and rage.
Robin and Rin fired in tandem now, bullets and bolts cutting down the leading edge of the horde.
As they neared the gorge, Robin summoned more arms, tripping the front ranks of the zombies one last time—buying them a few seconds.
Then they reached it—the broken bridge yawning before them.
Mai took one look and her heart sank. No way those arms can span that distance.
"Robin! Jump ramp—now!" she shouted.
Robin's eyes widened. She didn't know what Mai had seen, but she trusted her instincts. Gritting her teeth, she focused—and dozens of arms burst from the cliffside in a staggered arc, forming a ramp instead of a bridge.
The motorcycle thundered forward.
Mai yanked the handlebars up. Her thighs clamped down hard on the bike's frame, her muscles straining to hold it steady. The metal groaned beneath her grip. A zombie leapt at them—and they launched into the air.
But the bike, weighed down by three passengers, couldn't quite clear the gap.
Just as they began to drop, Mai raised her hands—and Robin understood.
Dozens of arms shot out, linking together and grabbing hold of Mai's wrists. In one sudden jolt, the bike was yanked upward mid-fall.
Mai's legs, still clamped around the bike, were shaking. Bruises bloomed along her thighs, but she held on—and they made it.
WHAM—
The motorcycle slammed down on the other side. Mai kept it upright by sheer force of will, twisting the throttle again and tearing off toward the camp.
Robin let out a ragged breath. She turned her head and looked back at the abyss, where the horde still chased them, tumbling into the gorge by the dozens with shrieks and wails that echoed below.
If we'd hesitated even a second, we'd be dead.
Finally, the zombies slowed and stopped. They had reached their limit.
Robin slumped forward, resting her head on Rin's shoulder. "God... I'm exhausted."
She'd pushed herself close to her limit. Even if she'd only used her powers a few times, the sheer number of arms she'd summoned was staggering. But she'd had no choice—anything less wouldn't have slowed that tidal wave of death.
Rin, equally drained, muttered, "They stopped chasing. Just like Miss Rias said… They won't follow past a certain boundary. But the sheer number of them…"
Her whole body felt like it was burning. She'd poured too much mana into reinforcing the tires and frame. If she hadn't, the motorcycle would've fallen apart long ago.
"…Yeah," Mai agreed weakly. "It's like they're saying: You're not allowed to survive."
Even her legs didn't feel like hers anymore. Every inch of her body ached.
Robin forced a smile. "Worse than pirates or the World Government. But let's not let our guard down. The night's coming—and if Ryuji and Rias are right, things are only going to get worse after dark."
A yellow dust began to swirl in the sky, carried by the wind. None of them spoke again. Only the roar of the motorcycle filled the silence.
Thankfully, the rest of the road was much smoother. By nightfall, they reached the camp—and just in time to see Ryuji stepping out of the merchant woman's building.
He raised an eyebrow at their battered, filthy appearance.
"Looks like you had a rough time. Let me guess… an endless wave of undead?"
"Yeah," Robin answered, stepping off the bike. "We found an auto-running factory. And then... the horde came. I'm sorry—I didn't use my real name before. I was cautious in case this was a trap. I'm Nico Robin."
Nico Robin, huh?
(Image)
Ryuji glanced at her, his mind briefly comparing her to the character from that exaggerated anime. The resemblance was uncanny—absurdly slim waist, impossibly long legs. But in reality, she looked… beautiful.
But it was the kind of slim and long that was truly beautiful.
"It's fine. What matters is that you're willing to let your guard down now. If you ever get caught, there's medicine on the table—it's for infection treatment. Also, if you want to take a bath, do it soon. It's getting dark."
Rias stepped out slowly. Of course, she knew exactly what Ryuji had been doing—those rhythmic sounds had been clearly audible even from inside the house. That's why she didn't go out earlier, not wanting to make Ryuji feel awkward.
Now that the others were back, it made sense for her to appear.
"Good work, everyone. I was just about to take a bath too. I'll handle heating the water."
The three exhausted women said nothing, just nodded and followed Rias. Ryuji knew this was her way of checking for scratches or bites—better to ensure early treatment than risk someone hiding their wounds out of pride.
"I'll cook, then."
Without another word, Ryuji went off to prepare dinner.
Even after bathing, the three women looked completely drained when they returned to their steel shelter. They barely had the energy to eat, much less talk.
But the moment the store's nightly shutdown announcement rang through the speakers, all three women stood up sharply, their eyes fixed on the gun slit in the wall.
They watched as countless zombies crawled out from every crevice and alleyway, all heading in one unified direction.
"So it's official—blood moons every other night now? At this rate, we'll have one every night soon."
Ryuji stared wordlessly at the scene outside, then turned to Rias.
"Rias, can your barrier reach the newbie spawn points? I'm worried someone's going to land in the middle of a zombie mob."
She nodded—of course she'd thought ahead.
"I already did it. I've covered the entire mountain with a barrier, though it's not active at the moment. Mana consumption is too high to keep it running constantly. Also, we won't need to rescue people anymore—any newcomers will be automatically teleported to the barrier zone near the gate."
"That's amazing! You're worthy of being the President!"
Ryuji couldn't help but praise her, and Rias smiled, looking smug and amused.
"Calling me President—is that your way of saying you want to be my servant? I was just thinking… I'd love to see what happens if you fuse with one of my devil pieces. Would your special traits disappear? Would you become a devil that belongs only to me?"
She spoke with a teasing glint in her eyes—she knew Ryuji wouldn't agree.
"Yeah, no thanks. I'm still pretty attached to being human."
Ryuji scratched his cheek. There was no way he'd give up his uniqueness just for some devil powers from Rias's world.
If it were the Devil Trigger power from Devil May Cry, maybe he'd consider taking the risk. But Rias's devil chess pieces? Becoming a low-ranked devil? That wasn't worth selling his soul.
Not yet, anyway…
"Well, that's a shame."
Rias chuckled, clearly not too disappointed, and was about to change the subject when Robin suddenly spoke up.
"By the way, Mr. Ryuji, you once mentioned that your method of sending us home involved… physical contact, correct?"
Ryuji nodded. That was partly why he'd stayed behind. It was strange, yes, but it was still a path home.
If he could save even one person, it was worth it.
"Yeah. I'm not sure why, but for my ability to activate, we need to have sex."
Robin nodded calmly and smiled.
"Then I'll leave it to you. Though, I should warn you, the way I do things… might be a little unusual."
Everything about this world was far too bizarre. Robin figured the sooner she returned, the better. As for trusting Ryuji…
Well, clearly, she didn't have a choice.
"That's fine. But could we wait until the day after tomorrow? I want to use it as a demonstration for the next batch of newcomers."
"That's acceptable."
Robin agreed without hesitation. She was also curious about the books and languages Ryuji had brought. This gave her a little time to study. Besides, Crocodile wasn't exactly in a rush.
So, after dinner, Ryuji and Robin moved into a side room.
Ryuji was still wondering what Robin meant by "a little unusual," but the moment he sat down on the bed, he got his answer.
There was an extra butt on the bed.
A literal butt, growing out of the sheets.
It looked real. The curves, the skin tone—everything matched Robin's body exactly.
And beside it was… a head.
Robin's head.
"..."
Okay, yeah, this was definitely weird.
"I'd like to test your ability," Robin said cautiously. "And personally, I'm curious. If it's possible, please try using this first—I promise, it's identical to my real body."
Robin wasn't opposed to using her real body, but caution still came naturally to her. If her Hana Hana no Mi clone body worked, then she'd be getting the better end of the deal.
"I mean… I guess that's fine…"
Ryuji's face twisted with disbelief, but he still took off his pants.
"Please, go ahead. Don't hold back."
Robin gave a polite gesture and left the room, moving into the next compartment to give him privacy.
Staring at the table where both a head and a butt were watching him, Ryuji buried his face in his hands.
This was so weird!
Also… he hadn't known the Hana Hana no Mi could do this.
He knocked on Robin's head. Solid.
Then he touched the butt. Firm, soft, and with a surprisingly strong elasticity.
But what completely baffled him was the warmth.
There was body heat.
He slapped it a few times. Ripples spread across the ass cheeks.
Then he moved his hand underneath and discovered something else:
Robin was unexpectedly hairy down there.
Tsunade didn't have any underarm hair, yet the thick patch below caught Ryuji by surprise. And now, seeing how dense Robin's was as well...
Ryuji's fingers lightly traced the tight, closed line of her pussy. The moment his skin made contact, the area twitched—reacting with a strange, swallowing motion.
Still recovering mentally from his recent encounter with 2B, Ryuji felt a flicker of hesitation. His body was fine—completely recovered, in fact—but the psychological aftertaste of defeat lingered. And now, faced with a disembodied, perfectly shaped rear and a watching head mounted on a conjured body... he found himself seriously thrown off.
"I can't even hold her… Something feels off."
Ryuji sighed. No matter how realistic the body Robin had created with her powers, it was still just a surreal assembly—a head and a butt.
Too bizarre. Far too bizarre.
He stared at the scene before him, utterly unaroused. The strange detachment—it left him feeling more confused than tempted.
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