Hana stepped into class, her high heels clicking sharply on the floor. As the girls and boys watched her in awe, the boys couldn't help but glance at her chest, while the girls admired her face, impressed by how pretty she was. Hana sighed and ignored them, though secretly, she loved the attention—maybe a little too much. She blushed, getting overly excited.
She sat down at her new desk, remembering what her mom had said: "Make some friends at Yamaguchi High."
Damn you, Mom, she thought. Why the hell did you send me to this low-level school? I should be somewhere much classier than this dump. She huffed in annoyance. It's so hot here…
It was early summer in Yamaguchi, and it was 108°F outside. Everyone was complaining about the heat. One student screamed in pain, "DAMN, IT'S SO FREAKING HOT!" As if she remotely cared what others thought. She sweat profusely, her school uniform drenched. Each breath she took sounded labored as she slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform, revealing a bit of cleavage.As her sweat trickled down, making her bra feel stickier than before.
Her homeroom teacher noticed and quietly walked up to her to fix it, but Hana ignored her and gave her the finger. Surprisingly, the teacher just walked away as if this was the norm. Huh. Weird, Hana thought. Hana home room teacher looked back at her, and Hana that confident girl she is, gave her a crude hand gesture that made her pissed, but continued to walk away. As she smiles and chuckle's, " what a looser."
The lunch bell rang, stupidly loud, and Hana got ticked off by how annoyingly loud it was. When she got up, everyone looked at her. All the guys froze in their tracks and gave her the most lewd gazes. She looked down at her shirt to see that it was soaked with sweat, making her white button-up shirt nearly transparent. Her double d bra set, with a yellow duck pattern, was visible to the entire class. Even her homeroom teacher had to check what the fuss was about.
As insecure as she was, she quickly covered her chest and walked away quietly, trying not to draw attention. Hana's face glowed red like a bright tomato. When one of the guys got too close to her, she reacted out of instinct and landed a solid knuckle sandwich right into his face. He came crashing down to the floor, facing upward, his eyes landing on her duck-pattern underwear.
He smirked and said, "Worth getting punched for."
Everyone laughed, and Hana, pissed off, continued to beat him to a pulp. Meanwhile, her disproportionately large bust defied the laws of physics, bouncing with every punch she landed on him.
While everyone was focused on the lewd incident, their phones continued to glow red, displaying a warning from the Japanese government stating:
"Country locked down due to Cyprus Virus. Please be advised and lock your door."
It rang constantly, but no one noticed until it was too late. From outside, a poor student with a good figure was running down the hall, wailing in pain as she started transforming into a Venus flytrap zombie. She ripped her clothes apart, moaning in agony as the virus took over her. But one thing remained intact—her bust, perfectly in place, while everything else grotesquely transformed into a plant-based monster.
Once her transformation was complete, she walked provocatively, searching for her next victim. Then she heard a noise from upstairs, where Hana was. The Cyprus virus was actively running up the stairs toward her classroom.
CREEEEEEEAAAAKKK~~
In terror, everyone stopped what they were doing, but it was too late.
Everyone watched as this lewd-like zombie figure protruded from the sliding door. Everyone, scared, tried to run away but couldn't outrun the Cyprus zombie. Crunch~ The Cyprus zombie, quick on its feet, used its plant-like roots as legs and lunged toward the poor girl, ripping her clothes off and exposing her modest bust. As if it were too late, she started to show similar symptoms to the same girl who was infected with the virus.
Hana, who had no clue what was going on, made a selfish move to push everyone out of the way. As her fellow student tried to grab her shirt, she pushed them away, ripping it in the process. When she got out of the room and ran to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror to see almost all of her clothes were ripped and shredded from the violent attack from the student.
She locked the door and ran into a cubicle stall in the girls' bathroom. In a fetal position, she grabbed her legs and arms, crying, as she could hear the zombie knocking and wailing on the door to let them in. All she could hear was the agonizing pain in their voices—a desperate cry for help
She started to go insane. It had been one hour since the incident, and she was still in the bathroom stalls. Out of desperate measure, she started relaxing herself by pleasuring herself, out of stress. After she finished, she made up her mind to survive this conflict the world had given her. While she huffed and puffed, lewd noises came from the bathroom, while zombies were trying to get their next victims.
Surprisingly, in the horizon of her peripheral vision, she saw that some girl had left a pocket knife in the corner of the bathroom. She looked around, then stared at the reader and said, "How convenient this is," as she smirked.
While her uniform was ripped and shredded, it was still wearable. She got up and made the bold move to open the girls' bathroom door, seeing that no one was outside—yet. She remembered that she was a huge rock climbing enthusiast back in her hometown, but wasn't able to pursue it due to her large bust always getting in the way. But this time, there was no next time, she demanded quietly.
She opened the window and saw—how convenient—the pipes led straight down to the first floor. To make herself more confident, she jumped up and down to pump herself up, her comically large breasts clapping with each bounce. The zombie, seeing that through the bathroom door window, drooled in awe. Before she dropped down like a scene straight out of Mission: Not Impossible, she gave the zombies one more present. She knelt down, moved her arms back, and touched her elbows behind her back, pushing her bust forward to look even bigger. She smirked and stood up quickly.
She laughed. "Even in death, guys are still the same, huh."She smirked, waved goodbye, and bravely jumped out the window onto the pipe—to freedom. while she slide down, as cool as she is scream, " Ah man school sucks ass!"
But how long would that freedom last?