Despite it all, I couldn't fall asleep. My consciousness remained wide open despite my closed eyes, my mind refusing to shut down even as my body lay still.
Thanks to my erection, still throbbing and demanding attention, and my newfound power that energized every cell in my body, I felt restless.
My rock-hard cock kept me from finding any peace, pulsing with a need that Arisu couldn't satisfy.
Not yet.
She was too weak, too inexperienced.
One shot and she was completely spent, leaving me unsatisfied, my hunger barely touched.
I could only hug her tighter, grinding the full length of my erection against the soft curve of her rear.
The heat of her freshly fucked pussy still radiated through the ragged clothes, the residual slickness of her juices and my seed soaking into the fabric as I pressed harder, letting the thick shaft nestle between her cheeks.
I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her erotic scent, filthy mixture of sweat, lingering fear and something uniquely, intoxicatingly her.
She slept so peacefully, snuggled against my chest, completely unaware of the turmoil raging inside my body, of the way my cock kept twitching and leaking against her ass.
And despite my flaw for being perpetually horny, despite the almost animalistic need clawing at my insides, I respected women who reciprocated their love to me. I showed no mercy to those who didn't. That was simply my code.
So I made a decision. I stood carefully, lifting Arisu into my arms.
She was light, so impossibly light, and began walking.
I knew where I needed to go. I knew who could satisfy the hunger that burned inside me.
Eto Yoshimura. My female self in this world. The One-Eyed Owl. The leader of Aogiri Tree.
Her apartment, to be exact.
But as I carried Arisu through the dark streets, as I moved silently past alleyways and abandoned buildings, I never forgot the other players. My former classmates. All those fools who had been dumped across this district, sleeping peacefully in the gutters, thinking they were safe just because they had survived the first few hours.
Let the carnage begin...
Third POV
"Ah...! Monster! Help me!"
"Where are these ghouls coming from?!!!"
The shrieks of homeless people, players and NPCs alike, tore through the night as they ran for their lives, scattering in all directions.
Ghouls hunted them with pure predatory hunger, playing with their prey like cats toying with half-dead mice.
The alleyways turned into slaughterhouses.
The streets ran thick with blood.
"Where are you going, sweetie?!!! Let your father eat you! Hahaha!"
"What foolish humans! Running just makes the meat tougher!"
They unleashed their kagune without hesitation. The fleshy, tentacle-like appendages shot out with wet, meaty snaps, punching straight through chests and stomachs.
One man was lifted clean off the ground as a kagune burst out of his back, spraying blood and bits of lung across the wall.
Another had both legs sheared off at the thighs in a single swipe, his upper body crashing to the pavement while he still screamed, dragging himself forward on bloody stumps until a second kagune punched through his skull and silenced him.
Blood sprayed in thick, hot arcs across brick walls and pavement.
Limbs were ripped from torsos with wet, tearing sounds that mixed with the crack of bones.
One woman's arm was torn off at the shoulder and casually tossed aside while the ghoul buried its face in the open wound, chewing through muscle and tendon with loud, wet smacks.
Screams turned into choked, bubbling gurgles as throats were ripped open, hot blood pouring down chests and soaking clothes in seconds.
"Argh...! Help me! Someone please help!"
No one came. No one ever came.
The only answer was more wet chewing, more bones snapping, and the low, satisfied growls of ghouls feeding in the dark.
Meanwhile, in the One-Eyed Ghoul's apartment, Chad sat relaxed in a comfortable chair, slowly enjoying a cup of fresh milk coffee.
The apartment was elegant in a dark, unsettling way: tall bookshelves lined with dense literature and philosophy texts, soft lighting that cast long, crawling shadows across the walls, and the faint, metallic smell of blood that never quite faded no matter how much expensive air freshener was used.
His female self, Eto Yoshimura was draped fully across his lap, her long green hair spilling like silk over his chest and shoulders.
Her eyes gazed up at him with a mixture of pure adoration and raw predatory hunger.
She rubbed her head against him like a cat desperately seeking attention, her soft body pressed intimately against his, the full weight of her curves molding to his thighs and the growing hardness beneath.
Every small shift of her hips ground her against his cock through their clothes, deliberate and teasing.
"Kukuku… Thank you for the meal, my other self," she purred, her voice a melodic, dangerous sound that vibrated against his chest. "Thanks to you, the low-ranking members of Aogiri Tree, the ones who had difficulty finding prey because of CCG patrols and their own lack of strength, they have full bellies tonight. They'll be loyal. They'll be grateful. They'll remember who fed them."
Chad chuckled, his free hand stroking slowly through her green hair, fingers threading deep into the soft strands as he scratched lightly at her scalp the way she liked. "Of course, my love. Of course… But you know…"
He set the coffee cup aside on the side table and looked down at her with hungry, dark eyes. "I'm still hungry. You don't want to see another part of you starving, do you, my psychopathic girl?"
She giggled naughtily, the sound low and filthy, twisting in his lap so she could face him properly.
Her soft thighs straddled his, her crotch pressing firmly down against the thick, throbbing bulge of his erection.
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the hard muscles beneath his shirt with slow, possessive strokes, nails lightly scraping over his nipples through the fabric. "Oh, right… I don't want you to feel hunger. Not ever. Not when I can satisfy you."
"And I'm also thirsty," she added, her voice dropping to a deep, seductive purr as she licked her lips slowly, deliberately, wet tongue dragging across the soft flesh, leaving them glistening.
Her crimson eye gleamed with dark, carnal promise while her emerald eye sparkled with mischievous, almost childlike glee.
Chad grinned, both hands now gripping her waist and pulling her even closer until her breasts crushed against his chest and the heat of her cunt pressed directly over the full length of his rock-hard cock. "Then what are you waiting for, my other self? We have all night. And Arisu won't wake up for hours."
Eto's smile widened, revealing the sharp, predatory points of her teeth. "I was hoping you'd say that."