As I walked down the street, everything looked peaceful, too peaceful. The kind of forced calm that felt unnatural to anyone who paid attention.
Children laughed and screamed in the park nearby.
Young girls whispered to each other, giggling over some actor or idol they were fantasizing about in their little romantic daydreams.
An old man sat smiling quietly on a bench like he had nothing left to care about.
Mothers scolded their children with stern but loving voices.
Fathers nodded proudly at their kids.
Passersby strolled past, some with joy, some with blank expressions, some clearly on the verge of tears, and others muttering curses under their breath.
Every day, it was the same. Same rhythm. Same faces. Same shallow emotions. Same boring, mediocre existence that kept trying to force itself onto me.
The repetition was suffocating.
Sometimes, I hated how dull life could be.
"Young Master, do you want to leave?" a voice called out gently beside me.
The one speaking was a blonde girl with striking blue eyes, her tone calm and patient.
She had clearly picked up on the boredom crawling under my skin.
Among all the girls present in the park, none came close to her.
She was in a league of her own, gorgeous, seductive, and undeniably sexy.
Her curves were practically sinful, way more erotic than anime could ever do justice.
Her tits were big and perfectly shaped, and I could confidently say that because I'd already gotten my hands on them before.
Everything about her body screamed temptation. I used to jerk off constantly to her fan-made hentai pics on Pixiv.
The nude ones, the ones where she wore tight, transparent lingerie or slutty cosplay, those were always my favorites.
They drove me crazy.
And now here she was, real, breathing, and standing by my side.
When I first found myself reincarnated into this world, she was the first girl I wanted to chase.
I told myself I'd take it slow, win her heart, and rescue her mother from my bastard of an older brother who planned to use her as leverage to force Ai into spying for Kaguya.
But that plan fell apart fast.
She saw right through me.
My sweet words, my kindness, none of it fooled her. She noticed the way I looked at her.
The obsession in my eyes. The lust. She told me flat-out: I didn't love her. I never wanted her heart. What I truly desired was her body, her submission, her loyalty.
"If you really cared," she said, "you would've saved my mother from the start. Not now, when it's convenient for you. When you already know I'm cornered."
Then she said something that pissed me off even more.
If I loved her, truly loved her, I should let her go.
Let her continue serving Miss Kaguya, keep our paths separate, and live our own lives far away from each other.
But I didn't come this far to get brushed off like that. I didn't let all my effort mean nothing.
She didn't even appreciate what I tried to do for her.
So I snapped.
I took what I wanted.
She fought back at first, slapped me, screamed, but I whispered in her ear, told her exactly what would happen if she didn't shut up and spread her legs.
I told her her mother would suffer. I'd inform Kaguya about her betrayal. I'd leak every piece of blackmail material I had, every dirty secret and make sure her life was completely destroyed.
Her resistance died after that.
She broke.
And ever since, she's been mine.
Not by choice.
Not by romance.
But by force.
Now I do whatever I want with her.
And she obeys.
Because she knows the price of saying no.
I still remember that moment, how I broke her hymen, how my big, thick cock forced its way deep into her tight virgin pussy.
Blood leaked out as I pushed in, and she screamed in pain at first, her body trembling beneath me.
It was almost uncomfortable, how tight her cunt was… but at the same time, it was pure fucking bliss.
That raw tightness wrapped around my cock made my head spin as I buried myself deeper.
She let me violate her. She let me enter her, claim her, and merge with her completely.
I felt fucking alive, euphoric. Ai was finally mine, truly mine. Beneath me, beneath my control, letting me use her body however I wanted.
Every morning, she had one duty, to wake me up with her mouth. She'd pull back the sheets, take my morning wood into her throat, and suck every drop out of me while I lay back and enjoyed the sloppy sounds of her devotion.
After that, she'd wash me in the shower, and I'd fuck her under the cold water, pinning her to the wall, ramming my cock into her while her legs shook.
I came inside her every time, stuffing her womb full of my seed. I wanted her to get pregnant. I wanted her knocked up, dropping out of school, no future except serving me as my personal cum-drenched maid.
At night, when I came home tired and annoyed, she was obligated to put on her little skimpy maid outfit, the one with the sheer fabric that barely covered anything.
Her ass, her thighs, her tits, all exposed for me. She stood there and took it while I vented everything into her: my rage, my lust, my exhaustion.
There wasn't a single hole I hadn't used. Her pussy, her ass, her mouth, every inch of her belonged to me.
We tried every degrading position imaginable, legs spread open, face down in the sheets, gagging on my cock, riding me until her knees gave out.
She was perfect. The perfect maid. The perfect toy. The perfect little pet made just for me.
Now, back in the present… I saw Ai again. But she looked uncomfortable. Kept her distance like she was trying to pretend we didn't share that history.
Maybe she thought I was plotting something perverted.
Let her think what she wants. Ever since she rejected my love confession back then, her will didn't matter anymore. Her desires were irrelevant.
"Come. Walk with me. I'm not ready to go home yet," I said, grabbing her from behind without warning.
My hand slid straight to her ass, groping it hard.
She yelped, trying to keep her composure.
"Young Master… this is a public park…" she whispered, looking around nervously.
"Good," I said with a dark chuckle, my grip tightening, fingers pressing in deeper. "Let them see. Let the world know you belong to me, Ai."
She didn't respond.
Just walked beside me in silence, her face stiff, body tense, trying not to show how flustered she really was.
We strolled through the park like nothing was wrong.
Birds were chirping, kids were playing in the distance.
What a fucking good day.
[Welcome to the Almighty God System.]
User: Genji Shinomiya
Status: Reborn
World: Rom-com Anime Fusion
Privileges: Admin Rights Granted.
[Reality Editor Unlocked.]
I stopped mid-step the moment the notification flashed across my retina. It glowed in front of me.
Ai halted beside me, her brows furrowed, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.
I turned my head, meeting her gaze with a slow, arrogant smirk. "Do you believe in God, Ai?"
"I didn't, Young Master," she replied, voice calm, composed, just how she was trained to be.
"Good." I reached out and stroked her silky blonde hair, slow and deliberate.
She flinched beneath my fingers, discomfort radiating from her body. She didn't like it.
Too bad.
She knew better than to resist.
Especially since I wasn't the type to tolerate defiance.
"Then let me show you what a real God looks like."
[Reality Edit: Active]
World Parameter: Modern → Apocalypse Fantasy Blend
Inserting 332,394 characters from Zombie Archives...
Characters rewritten. World altered. Timeline destabilized.
Before Ai could even make sense of my words, the air cracked with a scream.
"GRAAGHH...!"
It tore through the once-serene park, shattering whatever mundane peace had existed just seconds before.
A girl screamed, "Mother... Father... help me!"
But her sister didn't move to help, she had already sunk her teeth into the girl's arm, gnawing through flesh and muscle as blood sprayed from the wound.
Terror twisted her expression, eyes wide with betrayal, but her cries were silenced as her sister tackled her, devouring her piece by piece.
Too fast.
Too sudden.
The old man who'd been sitting quietly on the bench now shrieked as something gray and half-rotted dragged him by the ankles.
His foot cracked sideways with a wet snap before teeth tore into his calf.
The peaceful park?
Gone.
Replaced by the sound of bones breaking, blood splashing, and the guttural moans of the dead as the world collapsed into a nightmare.
I pulled Ai close to me, tighter than before.
Her body shook violently against mine. Her eyes were wide, lips trembling.
She couldn't even speak.
We got into the car.
Fast.
Everyone else outside?
They weren't so lucky.
Hordes of zombies poured into the streets, tearing into flesh, flipping cars, smashing windows.
The sky had gone dark, clouds churning, thunder growling, as if Heaven itself was afraid of what I just unleashed.
I drove calmly, like I was on a Sunday cruise.
A figure stumbled into the road, some poor bastard screaming for help.
Boom.
I slammed the gas and ran him over without even blinking.
The windshield exploded in red.
Ai screamed.
For the first time, she fucking screamed.
No matter how cold or composed she acted, she was still a girl who'd never tasted real cruelty.
I smirked, watching the guts smear across the glass.
Chunks of flesh and shattered bone rained down the hood as the body tumbled beneath us.
"Young Master… was this… was this your doing?" Ai whispered shakily, her voice breaking, eyes trembling with fear and disbelief as she looked at me.
I didn't even glance at her.
"Stop daydreaming, Ai-chan," I said with a low chuckle. "How could I possibly be behind something like this?"
I tapped her thigh and smirked. "Just make sure you serve me properly once this is all over. I'm in the mood for a long, hot bath with you in it."
She said nothing.
Just lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, her mind trying and failing to process the carnage around her.
I didn't care.
I just kept driving.
Because this?
This was only the beginning.
...
Third POV
30 Minutes Later
When the world was collapsing into chaos, with zombies gutting people alive in the streets, the sky turned pitch-black.
Then, without warning, it began to bleed red.
A giant man cloaked in shadows appeared above the clouds, floating like some divine executioner, holding a massive sickle in one hand.
His presence was oppressive, godlike, and his voice thundered across the sky, rattling the air.
The zombies froze mid-movement the moment the man appeared, his mere presence alone was enough to stop them dead. It gave the humans a second to breathe, to recover.
But the human didn't move either.
They stood still, motionless, staring up at the godlike figure above with eerie, unnatural focus, like beasts sensing something far beyond their understanding.
"Congratulations, humans. You have evolved, from the lowest filth in the universe toward something… more."
"The Lord God is pleased with your suffering!"
"What the hell are you talking about, asshole?!" a man from the terrified crowd shouted, his face twisted in rage and panic.
He picked up a jagged rock and threw it into the sky, aiming for the figure above.
He never saw it coming.
Before the stone landed, his head exploded.
Blood, brain, and bone splattering across the pavement.
People screamed. One fainted. Some ran. Others just stood frozen, wide-eyed, wisely stepping away from the fresh, twitching corpse.
"Good," the cloaked man growled with disdain. "At least you insects know how to shut up and listen."
"But the Lord God's mercy… it has limits."
"This time, He has granted you a blessing," he declared, his voice dark with twisted glee. "From this moment on, every time you kill, whether it's a zombie, a human, or anything that still breathes, you'll earn EXP."
"Just like in your pathetic little video games, you can now level up through slaughter."
"When you hit Level 10, the hidden power inside your body will awaken. Some of you will gain miracles… others, curses. It will shape your fate. You will either die like the worms you are, or evolve into something greater, something monstrous."
"And that's not all." His eyes scanned the horizon like a predator. "The Lord God will choose ten lucky souls. Ten of you will be chosen and thrown into different multiverses, to complete missions and test their worth. If they survive, they'll return… either as your saviors or your executioners."
"So now, ants… struggle. Kill. Evolve. And above all else… please the Lord God."
"Hahahaha!"
His insane, manic laughter echoed across the entire world.
Some people dropped to their knees and cried. Some looked around with dead, hollow eyes. But others? Others grinned. They smelled the opportunity.
Some turned toward the zombies with wild eyes, clutching makeshift weapons, their breathing heavy with anticipation.
But then… there were those who didn't look at the zombies.
They looked at the weak.
At the trembling ones.
At the cowards too slow to run or too scared to fight.
Zombies were tough.
But humans?
Weak humans?
They were easy kills.
And EXP… was EXP.
And so the slaughter began.
Inside the car, Genji lit another cigarette, smoke curling lazily around his face as he watched the chaos outside with cold detachment.
Gunfire, screams, and bloodshed filled the street, but he just leaned back in his seat, calm and unbothered.
"Did you hear that, Ai?" he muttered, exhaling smoke through his nostrils. "Maybe you should get out there too. Kill a few zombies, farm some EXP or whatever."
He chuckled dryly, watching as desperate survivors finally began to fight back against the hordes.
Ai Hayasaka sat beside him, expression unreadable.
"My duty is to accompany you, Young Master," she replied with a soft sigh. "Until the day you grow tired of my company."
Of course she wanted to go out there, level up, escape this goddamn car.
But deep down, a cold weight sat in her chest, a fear.
A dread that whispered her young master wasn't just surviving the apocalypse… he might have caused it.
And if he ever caught her disobeying him, prioritizing her own interest above his?
She didn't want to know what he'd do to her.
"Good," Genji said, eyes still glued to the chaos outside. "Let them fight. Let them die. That's not your role. Your duty is to serve me, remember that, Ai Hayasaka."
He tossed the cigarette out the window.
Then, with zero hesitation, he turned to her, grabbing her chin and pulling her into a kiss, rough, hungry, claiming her lips like they were his property.
She didn't resist. She never did.
As his tongue forced its way into her mouth, one of his hands slipped under her skirt, yanking it up.
The sound of his zipper coming down followed as he freed his cock, already rock-hard from the thrill of control.
Without a word, he pressed her down onto the car seat, lined himself up, and shoved his cock into her dripping pussy in one deep thrust.
She gasped, moaned against his mouth, her body trembling as he began to fuck her right there in the car, slow and heavy at first, then faster, harder, without mercy.
The world outside didn't matter. Zombies, gunshots, dying screams, it was all background noise.
No one approached the car. Humans and monsters alike instinctively avoided it, as if the presence inside was too twisted, too dominant to interfere with.
And inside, Ai Hayasaka could do nothing but take it, her skirt hiked up, her moans muffled, her body bouncing against the seat as Genji pounded her relentlessly.
His cock drove in and out of her soaked cunt, the wet sound of sex mixing with her shaky breathing and low, ragged whimpers.
She clung to him, helpless as he slammed into her over and over, filling her completely, his cum spilling inside her again and again without pause.
No condoms. No care. No restraint.
She wasn't allowed to cum until he was done. That was the rule.
And so Ai Hayasaka, the once-proud girl now bound to her master, could only lie beneath him, legs spread, pussy overflowing, mind foggy with dread and desire, as her young master fucked her like the world didn't exist.