So, this woman, Nao Sakurada, had awakened wind magic.

“Can you raise the output?” I asked.

“Of course, I can.”

Nao turned her aim to a zombie corpse on the street and wind whirled around her finger, compressing into a solid bullet.

“Compressed slug shot!”

The airhead onee-san exclaimed the spell name and the bullet streaked through the air, flinging the corpse to the wall, splattering it into meat paste.

Damn, that’s op!

Nao wiped the sweat off her cheeks and smiled at me. “I can use it three times.”

“Nice! You’d be a big help for crushing large guys.”

Not forgetting, I patted her head, earning three more affection points with the busty woman.

With that out of the way, I jumped past the fences and started my search for Aimi. The lunch was ready and my yandere bodyguard wasn’t anywhere.

The search was easy. I just had to follow the trail of corpses in the street.

Sprinting in the streets was refreshing…?

Another odd minute later, the tracks turned into a narrow dark alley filled with an eerie silence.

I quickly rushed inside and discovered Aimi’s back, her hands raising the gleaming shortsword high and bringing it down, stabbing the undead lying before her. She didn’t stop and stabbed again, again, and again.

Now that’s creepy…

While I was about to sneak out, she turned her head, her red snapped wide and her lips twisted — that paired with her face sprinkled with blood gave an… incredible charm?

I’m not sane…

“C’mon let’s go home. It’s time for lunch.”

“Coming, Asahi-sama~.”

She hung the sheathed the dagger in her miniskirt and skipped over to me.

“I became stronger!”

“Good job.”

While talking about our plans for tomorrow, we returned, grabbed the dinner, and filled ourselves with Saeko’s delicious cooking.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the twins end up obtaining skills related to cooking. After that, I returned to my room and busied myself in reading the second Grimoire.

Another hour later, the headache struck me again. I rested my throbbing head on Shizuka’s heavenly thighs. She moaned about for a second, then calmed down and stroked my head. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

Waking up to a grey ceiling, I got up and gazed at the loli goddess sitting in a seiza position, wearing a white kimono.

“Welcome home, husband,” she greeted me with a smile and went dogeza (prostrate) before me.

She was still learning to become a perfect housewife. How cute!

I jumped at the Goddess, pinned her down, and ripped her kimono.

For the next few hours, all kinds of moans filled the elegant room, making it not-so-elegant.

After waking in the real world, I found Shizuka leaning against the headboard with closed eyes and Saya and Saeko hugging my waist.

Everyone around me is relaxed with zero fucks about the undead.

I woke them up and dragged them to the dining room. Rei, Komuro, Kazu Ishii, and Kohta also joined. A good opportunity to explain my plans. That’s what I did. They seemed reluctant, especially the protagonist Komuro, but otherwise said nothing. There might be some idiots there, but it was at least functional.

If it was manga, they might have asked to join, but here they know that the undead evolved — that ammo won’t last forever, and the bigger ones can’t be beaten unless you explode the shit out of their musclehead.

After shifting two shotgun and a handful of ammo to the humvee, I returned to my room and gawked at Shizuka gulping down booze right from the bottle.

“…Aa-kun?” She blurted out. Throwing booze to the side, she jumped at me with open arms. “Asaaahiii!!”

I firmed my stance and caught her. Her hands drifted all over my body and stopped at my belt.

“Let onee-san teach you a thing or two about sex~.”

Frowning, I grabbed her hand before things got out of hand.

“Nee-san, calm down.”

“No! No! No!” She glared at me. “I won’t let those girls get lovey-dovey with my Aa-kun! I raised you all alone and now some random girls come and want to take you away? Never!”

That confession was a bit surprising. As much as I wanted to progress our relationship now, I refused to fuck her while she was drunk.

“I am not going anywhere and you should sleep.”

She ignored me and tried to unbutton my shirt. Releasing a sigh, I dragged her to the bed and after struggling for a minute, I managed to tuck her in the blanket.

The others quietly watched from behind.

“Hop in!”

One by one they gathered around the bed, murmuring who knows what.

I spared them since tomorrow would be a busy day and having any wobble out there won’t be a good thing. Well, cuddling with them was comforting in its own way.

This time I truly slept instead of spending time with Klyscha.