“She even owns a tank! It drinks a ton of gas and…” She threw her arms wide causing her feminine assets to flail around wildly and provide emphasis to her excitement. “It’s big!”
“Is it really?” asked Scott with a grin.
She winked suggestively at him, “Hopefully, it’s big enough.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at her playfulness. This was the woman from the show that he liked. All the arguing and death had taken its toll on her. Being in familiar surroundings with a chance to rest for the night had cheered her up considerably.
“I’m sure it’ll get the job done,” he agreed with her playfully.
She giggled once more then did a weird sort of shimmy that made her everything shake a bit. All the while she smiled like the world’s happiest fool.
She made a fist then thrust it upwards a bit for emphasis. “Well, let’s get inside and check it out so we can go get the others!”
“Yeah. It’ll be dark soon,” agreed Scott lightly.
Summer unlocked the door and let Scott go inside first. She followed him while he checked out the apartment. No one had been inside for days.
He could not help but to be impressed by the place. It must cost a fortune given how much a room in a major city would cost, and this place was a duplex! The anime did not do it justice.
“Hey, there’s a home gym…” he said lightly.
“Yeah, and if you look out the back door, you’ll see her pool!” exclaimed Summer.
Scott did just that then smiled. It was a normal below ground backyard pool, probably cost a fortune to put in given its location. The entire backyard was walled in with steel and concrete. This little duplex was like a small fort.
Summer couldn’t stop gushing about her friend Keiko and insisted on showing Scott around the house properly. “And, this is the kitchen. We’ve made lots of yummy food here!”
“I bet,” he said lightly.
She offered him a bright smile and led him through the numerous rooms in the apartment. Eventually, they stopped off in Keiko’s bedroom.
“This?” asked Summer. “It’s Keiko’s bedroom.”
Scott started to say something saucy and inappropriate, but Summer hopped onto Keiko’s bed then stretched out and rolled over toward Scott. She patted the bed beneath her and giggled. “And this is Keiko’s bed.”
He chose to see that patting of the mattress as an invitation and practically scurried over to her. Scott plopped down onto the bed then looked down at Summer. “Comfy?”
She stretched a little then rubbed the quilt beneath her and made an exaggerated purring noise not unlike a contented house cat. “Yeah…”
Scott looked into her eyes briefly then allowed his own eyes to roam down her body a little. She bit her lip a little then rolled over.
Summer ran her fingers along the inner trim of her uniform top, then lightly circled one of the buttons that rested between her breasts. The poor shirt had been straining for most of the day to hold back that glorious bounty and struggled even harder now. He could see through to her lacy black bra underneath. Combined with her stockings, it was obvious that Summer enjoyed being secretly naughty under her simple uniform.
“So…” she said in a warm dulcet tone.
“So?” asked Scott, his eyebrow raised lightly.
She stressed the words she spoke next but kept the same dulcet tone. “We’re gonna do it, right?”
“Yep!” exclaimed Scott with zero hesitation. He pounced on her like a tiger might pounce on the world’s bustiest rabbit.
Summer moaned a little as he immediately went for her breasts, but then she cried out with a laugh. “Not that! Not that!”
Scott blinked at her, though he continued to massage her breasts while he did so. Without stopping his attempt to scale the heights of the twin peaks of Mt. Titmoore, he tilted his head to the side and asked in a cutesy tone. “Oh? Not this?”
He casually ran his thumb across her nipple causing her to moan a little once more. Summer shook her head then whispered out. “N-No. That other thing…”
“Ah. Of course,” said Scott. “How ungentlemanly of me.”
He immediately released one of her breasts then shoved his hand between her thighs and began to caress her with slow confident strokes. She immediately cried out, her eyes going wide.
“Ahht!” she cried, a hint of spittle coming to her lips and her eyes becoming a little glassy.
“I pride myself on being a man of culture, you see. I should have understood your meaning…” said Scott. As it turned out, Cool Under Pressure had other uses. One of which was that it kept him from spinning his wheels as much. He might have talked himself out of this normally, but he wasn’t about to pass up a free meal. Especially not Summer, who was a gourmet offering, waiting for a diner who knew how to savor it
Even more notably, Summer was extremely sensitive. Was that a normal thing, or was it an artifact of her existence in a world akin to a hentai version of a popular anime? The people in such shows pretty much gushed like a fountain at the drop of a hat. Even a single caress could drive someone to their knees.
Of course, the downside to that was that just having a bigger dick and no sense of morality could guarantee that you steal away someone’s girl in some of those shows. A devoted wife who loved her husband more than life itself would probably even fall for her blackmailing hypnotic rapist because of said magical plot armor cock.
He made a mental note while Summer writhed and moaned under his casual caresses. He needed to find a way to have one of those gigantic oversized hentai protagonist dicks. He considered that it would probably cost equipment points and then tried his best not to laugh at his own silliness.
Scott worked his way under her panties then slid two fingers into her needy little pussy. She bucked and writhed, then began to babble a bit of nonsense. Almost as quickly as it began, it ended when she arched her back suddenly and cried out erotically. Her hot fluids gushed over his hand and she fell to the bed in a slump. Panting lightly, she stared upward at nothing.
Curious to see how it would go, he slipped his fingers from between her thighs then pressed them to her lips. She sniffed his finger a little then her eyes closed part of the way. Her little pink tongue darted out and began to caress his fingertips briefly, then almost as an involuntary action she kissed the tip just a little.
“I’ve never…” she whispered… “It’s never…”
The words she managed to speak next both shocked and excited him at the same time. Scott could not help but smile lecherously. It was going to be a fun night.
“How did you do that?” she asked him suddenly. She eyed him like a wild animal freshly put into captivity. She was trapped by her own treacherous body.
Scott, however, was confused. Was this something of a first for her? She was not a virgin. She couldn’t be. Could she?
“Like this?” He shoved his hand between her thighs once more and began to caress her sopping went slit once more.
She bit her lower lip and shook her head. “That’s… No one’s ever done that to me before!”
“Seriously? You’ve never had anyone play with your pussy before?” asked Scott, before he ran his thumb over her clit. “That’s terrible…”
Her tongue flopped out of her mouth a little and she went slightly cross-eyed before she managed to stammer out. “No! O-of course they have… but this is ridiculous.”
“Is it?” he asked casually. “What’s ridiculous about it?”
“I’ve had boyfriends before, OK?” she asked him.
“Sure. I’m fine with it,” said Scott lightly.
“Huh?” she asked him confused.
“You said it like you were asking me a question,” he said.
“Oh!” she said with a laugh. Summer wiggled free of his fingers then shook her own finger at him. “That’s enough of that.”
“Are you sure?” he asked her lightly. “I’m pretty sure I could handle some more of it.”
; “I bet!” she exclaimed in good humor.
Summer sat up on her knees then smiled at him. “I was saying that I can’t even understand what you just did to me. It’s like… The moment you touched me, there was this wave of energy that rushed over me.”
Scott blinked at her. “I didn’t notice that at all…”
“It took me by surprise. Just touching me was driving me crazy,” she said.
“Most guys don’t even get my motor running, much less do that!” She stuck out her tongue playfully then stretched her arms out sideways in an enticing manner.
As far as he was concerned, this cemented his role as a hentai harem protagonist. He considered whipping his dick out to see if there was something special about it, but there was still a lot to do.
“If getting snuggled unconscious wasn’t your original line of thought, what was it that you wanted me to do?” he asked. He needed to steer the conversation back toward business for the moment.
Summer sighed a little then drew her legs up against her body. She wrapped her arms around them and propped her chin up on her knees. “I wanted to ask you if it was true. What you said about the waifu thing.”
“Which part?” he asked curiously.
“The part where we can leave this world…” said Summer.
“I have no idea how it’s done, but the system told me it would be happening,” replied Scott. “There’s probably something I have to do first to unlock that ability.”
Summer nodded at him. “Uhm… Can I make a deal with you?”
Scott studied her face for a moment, and then he spoke quietly, but with greater sincerity. “If it’s something I can do, then probably.”
“Probably, huh…” Summer sighed softly then tilted her head forward and touched her nose to her knee. Her eyes seemed to be searching for something, possibly the words that she wished to speak.
Once she collected her thoughts, she asked, “You know that I have no living family… except for one person who I think of that way.”
“Your friend Keiko?” asked Scott.
She lifted her head and nodded. “She’s like a sister to me. One that swears a lot and shoots people.”
“Sounds great,” admitted Scott. Both things are useful to have in a world like this one.
“She is!” Summer leaned forward and rolled onto her shins. “I couldn’t leave her here… So…”
“If she wants to be part of the waifu crew, I have no problem with that,” said Scott. If she was anything like the anime, she was stupidly hot anyway. Her firearms skills were even better in his estimation.
Summer’s eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Really!”
“Sure. It’s up to her, though. I won’t force anyone,” he said.
Summer nodded to him then launched herself forward and tackled him. “I’m in!”
He reached up and grabbed a handful of her bubbly ass and squeezed her happily. “That’s my job, silly.”
Face reddening due to his words and the way he seemingly toyed with her body, she kissed him. They spent a few minutes locked in battle, before regretfully parting. Summer though wore a bright smile, that refused to dim, even as she said words she didn’t really want to say. “Guess we’ll have to wait…”
He grinned at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll do terrible things to you later.”
She squinted at him a little, but then he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. She threw her hands to her mouth, and tried to fight her instincts, but she belted out a ridiculous braying laugh. Those damned eyebrows! They were terrible!
Unable to help himself, Scott rolled her over and straddled her hips. Summer looked up at him starry-eyed. Her face flush, and a smile on her lips, all she could say was. “We had something to do right?”
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do,” he said with an innocent seeming smile.
She looked at him curiously. Honestly, the combination of her curious expression and reddened face was fucking hot. He couldn’t help himself anymore. There was only so much a man could take!
“I could die a thousand times between now and then… and there’s one thing I’m going to do first,” he announced with a predatory grin.
Summer bit her lip and lowered her chin a little. She looked up at him with a strangely innocent expression. “What’s that?”
“Does your girlfriend keep a change of clothes here in your size?” he asked her lightly.
“Of course, I have clothes here. I stay over a lo—” began Summer, only to be cut off by her own sudden squeal of surprise when Scott reached down and ripped open her shirt. “Kyaah!”
Buttons, long since strained beyond the point of hope, exploded from her top like tiny little bullets. Her magnificent breasts were released in all their lace covered glory.
“H-hey!” she cried out in shock. “That was expensive!”
“Bill me!” he exclaimed excitedly.
She pouted at him a little but did not try to pull away. It was the only signal that he needed to continue.
Scott grinned at her lecherously, then pulled her bra down. Her beautiful tan-lined mountains, those trembling things of exquisite beauty, they strained upward toward the heavens in defiance of gravity. Anime boob physics were in full effect. While they did slip sideways and flatten a little, they defied what gravity would have done to them in a normal world.
Her nipples, stalwart pink sentinels, stood erect and proud in the waning light of late afternoon. “With this, I cement my place in history as both a legendary scholar and a true gentleman.”
“Wha—?” asked Summer through panted breaths. She was completely exposed to him now. He was a beast! A lecher! Taking far too long in savoring the moment!
Scott drew back and stared down at her quivering mountains of mammalian majesty. Those loft peaks, they were the heights of which all men dreamed! He took a deep breath, far too deep.
Before Summer could ask him what he was going to do, Scott shot his head downward and buried his face between her breasts. He mashed her beautiful mountains against his cheeks then rapidly wiggled his head from side to side while making an obscene lip flapping noise, “Rrbrbrbrbrbrbrb!”
Summer was stunned for a moment, but then belted out a bell-like laugh. Was this what he meant by something he’d always wanted to do? He was so silly!
Scott motorboated the absolute hell out of her breasts in staunch defiance of any of that artsy fartsy romantic stuff people claim they would do if they ever met one of their anime waifus. He was indeed a man of culture. These lonely breasts had made a new friend. That friend was coming over for a visit, and he'd brought his boat.
Suddenly, he drew back and announced, “It’s time for another sea cruise! Engines to max. Full speed ahead!”
“Wha?” asked Summer through her tearful giggles. He answered her by taking a deep breath and then going back in for a second round. *Rrbrrbbrbrbrbrbr!*
The motorboat noises echoed cheerfully throughout the room for a time. Sadly, all good things must come to an end and Scott inevitably withdrew from the heavenly hills and returned to the apocalypse.
Fun and games over for the moment, they started to set out again. However, before they got to the motorcycle, Summer jumped up and down a little then made a gesture toward the house. “Wait!”
“Hmm?” he asked her.
“Keiko’s car! The big one that looks like a tank!” she exclaimed.
“Do you have the keys?” asked Scott.
“It doesn’t need keys. She showed me how to start it with a little switch thingy,” said Summer.
Scott expected an up-armored hummer, or something similar. What he saw was a massive vehicle that looked like it would barely fit on the road, even if it was smaller than the bus.
“This... Is your friend’s car?” asked Scott. His left eyelid twitched spastically as he realized that it was not the vehicle from the show, but something even more ridiculous.
“Yeah,” said Summer. She acquired a somewhat clueless
expression and placed a finger to her lips. “They named an island after it I think.”
The ride back to the bus proved to be uneventful as the tricked out military vehicle easily rode through a small knot of zombies that had congregated in the road. It had far more lights on it than any vehicle should need, and those lights were high-grade led lights. For once, he didn’t care about someone on the road using such lights because most people wouldn’t be worried about it, possibly ever again.
“Satellite positioning, cup holders….” Scott pressed a button on the radio and a CD popped out of a nearby slot. “The hell is Deadlift Lolita?”
Summer giggled at him but pointed to the radio. “It’s a Blu-Ray, actually. Give it a try.”
She showed him how to work the console and a little monitor folded down from the ceiling. Scott nodded. “Damn. It’s all two thousand four up in here…”
He popped the disc into the drive, and something immediately popped onto the screen. It was two people wearing goth Lolita clothes. One was a western looking giant of a man with a beard. The other was a buff Japanese woman. Uncertain where this was going, his attention was taken up entirely when they started singing and dancing in a cutesy style.
“Seriously…? The hell?” asked Scott.
“Those are pro-wrestlers who perform kawaii metal. Keiko likes to watch them because she thinks the guy has nice hairy legs,” said Summer with a laugh.
She rode over another zombie. Its head was crushed obscenely beneath the wheel of their oversized armored truck. In many respects it looked like a vehicle that the SWAT team would use. It was even black and gold colored. People would no doubt look on in a mixture of pride, fear, and unease if they saw such a thing moving down the street. However, no one would suspect the horrors being witnessed by its sole male occupant.
The Deadlift Lolita team sang and danced to a song about the sweet release of lifting heavy weights, while the bearded guy occasionally screamed into the microphone. Strangely, he found that his immediate revulsion was overruled by the sheer awesomeness of the spectacle and their combined talents. It was too bad that they were probably dead now. He agreed with them, though. People should strive to get that six pack.
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