How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 8. The lives of others (5)

You can never do it with a sober mind.

But my arm hurts so much. My back and lower back also feel a bit numb. Whether it’s your mouth or your body, if one side has to be embarrassed….

Yes. My mouth is better.

“I want to have you. “You are mine.”

There is no response. There is no response. I break out into a cold sweat.

“Kick.”

“Hey.”

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“… “He really does that.”

Camilla came down. She stretches her arms back, clasps them, and looks up at me with a smile.

“Tell me face to face. Even with a name. My real name. “You know.”

“It’s childish. “Camilla.”

“I know. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Ever since I was 10 years old. Why can’t you do this much? “If you’ve done it once, it’s easy to do it twice.”

“… Camilla. “You are mine.”

“Pugh…” “

“I want you, Camilia.”

Camilla took off her shirt. Her purple bra with black lace was on full display.

“Yes. “I’m yours now.”

She wraps her long arms around my head and pulls me to her chest. A small mole is visible below her collarbone.

“So leave it here.”

“What?”

“What can I say, uncle? I’m not 10 years old. Please leave a trace that it is yours. Here.”

I think I understand.

I kissed her soft and tender flesh.

“Ah.”

Camilla hugged my head.

It’s my first time, but I know not to bite. She instead pushed it with her lips and sucked gently but firmly. When I parted my lips from hers, a bruise-like mark was left below her collarbone.

These are my traces. The traces I left on her body.

A trace that it is mine.

Camila was not wearing a shirt. I fiddled around with her marks. Her breasts were pressed against her arms and pushed up against her bra.

She seemed to be looking at me and gently pulled on her collar. She took the area between my neck and shoulder with her mouth and kissed her lightly,

“Ah.”

She asked slightly. It stings. Remove her tongue and lips and place them on the spot where she pulled out the syringe, as if rubbing an alcohol swab. Eventually, she backed away.

“… “It hurts.”

Camilla stuck out her tongue slightly.

“It’s a warning.”

“What.”

“If you treat me as yours, I will bite you. Be careful. And you.”

“Yes.”

“I thought I should exercise.”

…This?

“What. I was pretty relaxed, wasn’t I? There was no lack of power. “It’s not my problem.”

Camilla understood her hint and placed her hand on her waist.

“Do you know what? If I lose weight from her, I lose her breasts and hips first?”

“… “I’ll build muscles.”

“Pervert.”

* * * * *

Camila brought two water bottles from the kitchen. The message “Backup successful.” Appears on the laptop. The message “Recovery rate 100%” Was displayed.

She felt uneasy about touching the USB folder directly, so she made a separate copy on her hard disk. This way, she’ll be safe even if she accidentally deletes the file.

Camilla and I looked at the monitor. When sorted by date, it went back 4 years.

Photos, chat text, application information, videos. There was a lot of everything. The problem was that all the file names were dates, so it was difficult to intuitively see what was what. In the end, it seems like we have no choice but to open each one one by one.

“I’ll open the oldest one first.”

Camilla nodded her head and clung tightly to my arm. ‘Gulp.’ As she swallowed her dry saliva, her collarbone was visible through her shirt. She was a little embarrassed, but at the same time, her mouth was watering.

Yes. Now let’s go forward. I pressed play.

– Ah, good! Ahhh! There, harder!

I turned it off right away. Even though the types of keyboards were different, the fingers knew exactly where the shortcut keys were.

Camilla froze with her eyes open, and I took a belated breath.

“Hmm. Uh.”

It is quite stimulating.

“Yes.”

Camilla also tried to distract herself.

“The tail is quite fluffy.”

“Yes.”

I clicked next.

– Ahhhhh!

I didn’t turn it off this time. I just pressed space. Fortunately, this was only a close-up of the face. Although I could see a glimpse of something like a white leopard’s tail.

“… “Is this really Hoot’s style?”

“Oh, probably not. Only the Liberation Organization’s own applications can be used. And we change our original cell phones every time we go on a mission.

You can either steal it or get it on the black market. Hoot must have been saved during this mission, so this is… Probably the original owner’s note. “I guess that’s it.”

Camilla was also embarrassed, as was I.

There are 100 more videos like this. So, this means that you have to click on each and every one of them.

“…I can’t help it. The more I look at it, the more dull it becomes.”

* * * * *

More than 60.

I feel like I’m losing my senses. Although they are different species, they have tails and speak human language. He had consistent tastes. At this point, I’m starting to have a reasonable suspicion that that Hoot guy was lying.

– Tell me, how does a rabbit cry?

– Sat, the rabbit cries beep, beep, oot… ! Ahhh!

– Try crying!

– Well, I want to do that, but every time the owner says…Ahhh…!

“… Hmm. John?”

Camilla cleared her throat.

“Uh, huh?”

I came to my senses.

“I feel like I’ve been looking at this for a while.”

“Oh, it’s a latex bunny girl.”

Camilla was disgusted after hearing my answer.

“Do you like this?! “Are you really a pervert?”

“Besides, it’s a station bar.”

“I’m really disappointed, really!”

Camilla slapped the back of my hand and grabbed the mouse. Then I pressed something else against her buttocks. This time it’s a completely different video.

It was still a room until now, but now it is a large park. This becomes a problem if you watch a lot of pornography. As my brain hardens, I find myself looking for more stimulating things.

So, the fact that this friend got a taste for public shame play videos is a very natural behavior….

「Celebration event commemorating the discovery of the Statue of the Goddess of Hunger」

No.

“… Uh?”

Camila blinked her eyes and paused the video.

“What’s wrong?”

“… I know this. No, there’s probably no one in Erza who doesn’t know about this.”

“What is this?”

“Here. Celebration commemorating the discovery of the Statue of the Goddess of Hunger. “Let’s see.”

Camila played the video again. It felt like a concert hall, but there were a ton of people.

The owner of the video sat on the stage. Looking at the height and angle of the photo, I thought the photo was probably taken with a cell phone in the front pocket of the shirt.

I saw people sitting in a row on the platform. They were both men and women who had gained weight and looked older. She was also a soldier. There were as many medals as stars.

Camilla paused on the screen and pointed her finger at each of them.

“This person was former President Elsa. This person is the former Speaker of the National Assembly. This person is the former Minister of National Defense. “Here, the men in gray suits were a delegation from Römer.”

“Why do you speak in past tense?”

“All these people are dead. Here. Due to the liberation group’s terror…. They are the ones who sold out their fellow countrymen and built their wealth through corruption. To be honest, I have no sympathy for them.

Remember this day. Erza was in a festive mood. They even offered free alcohol here and there. But this is my first time taking a picture this close. “Only photos and short videos appeared on the news.”

I asked questions one by one about everything I did not understand.

“It was an excavation event for the Goddess of Hunger, and even the president came?”

“Um….”

Camilla seemed to be worried about where to start talking. I just asked you to tell me from the beginning. Because that would be convenient.

“Did you know that Elsa was ruled by Minsk in the west or Römer in the east for a long time? Elsa: There was a great desire for the people to have their own government, but there were many people who did not have that.

People in the west or east, close to the border, think of themselves as Minsk or Römer people. Elsa: Your identity as a person is shallow.

Before the liberation group, those who fought for Elsa’s independence were also aware of such problems. I had to find something unique to Elsa that differentiated her from other countries. Then I found the goddess of hunger.”

“Do you believe in Him only in Elsa?”

“It’s strange, but the statue of the Goddess of Hunger was only excavated in Erza. So… Not the crude ones carved by fanatics, but ones made by cutting and polishing stones.

Other countries ‘know’ the goddess, but only the Erza people ‘believe’ in it. “Not all Erza people believe it.”

There is nothing like national spirit, culture, and religion to have ‘our own identity’ that distinguishes us from other groups.

Just as the people of Israel did not let go of their identity as ‘Jews’ even though they were wandering without a country.

That identity led them to be persecuted, but on the contrary, it maintained them in the name of a nation. It seems that the goddess of hunger is also in that position for the people of Erza.

“By the way, Camilla. “Then isn’t the Goddess of Hunger a symbol of Erza’s liberation?”

“… That’s right. Even this cunning bastard knew it. Here, former president. Although the puppet government was Römer’s puppet, it shamelessly claimed that it was an independent government. So, I ‘stole’ the liberation group’s wording.

Since we fully support the belief in the goddess of hunger, we also think of Erza. “The fact that the Römer delegation came was in agreement with the trend of Elsa’s puppet government.”

It’s a pretty smart tactic.

If a large political group takes over the frame of a small political group, the small group quickly loses its power.

This is because people also prefer a large group pushing forward rather than a small group struggling.

If the Elsa government takes away ‘Elza’s independence’ and ‘her faith in the goddess of hunger,’ the liberation struggle will also inevitably lose strength.

The essence of the liberation struggle lies in making people uncomfortable.

There is a clear advantage of waking up people who are tired of inertia, but it also has the side effect of making people who are tired of daily life more tired and irritated. A voice like, ‘I know I’m doing the right thing, but isn’t it too noisy?’ Comes out naturally.

But, if that motif were taken by a nominally proper government, that is, a moderate government.

Citizens will naturally support the government. Like, ‘Okay, it’s been bad so far, but try to do better in the future!’

The video was played. The video flowed naturally, with the host introducing each person by name. The audience’s reaction was mostly booing. The higher the social status, the louder the boos.

– Introducing Gregory Müller, a top student at Elsa National University School of Medicine and selected as a government scholarship recipient!

The camera swung upward. The original owner of this cell phone appears to have been Gregory Müller, a medical student. Perhaps because of the camera he had in his front pocket, he only slightly bent his body. There wasn’t much response.

– Next, we introduce archaeologist and paleontologist Joanna Mustaine, who led this excavation project. He is a gifted student and the youngest person to be appointed as a tenured professor at Elsa National University…

The woman stood up and bowed. As expected, there was not much response.

“Wait a minute.”

I stopped the video. I went back and forward one frame at a time and repeated.

“This woman. “Isn’t it a little strange?”

A woman who is a bit short in height and has a thin body. But she felt a strange sense of discomfort. It’s because of the horn-rimmed glasses.

Although it is used as a fashion item, its original purpose is to hold thick eyeglasses.

Thick glasses mean that the outline of the face visible through the glasses appears distorted or distorted.

However, even though the woman in the photo was clearly wearing horn-rimmed glasses, there was no such distortion. Her jawline was consistent. This means glasses without prescription.

Like Camilla’s disguise glasses. Camilla also squinted and shifted her eyes from side to side.

“This is a wig. Can you see it here?”

I could see chestnut-colored hair peeking out from under the gold wig. The texture and location of the hair were all different. The wig seemed to fit.

“Is this person dead too?”

“… For a moment.”

Camila turned on her phone and searched her news section. She searched for a while and then her lips twitched.

“No. It says this person lived. You’re Dr. Joanna Mustaine, right? “I’m still teaching at Elsa National University.”

This is a strange thing. The video was played again. The President came to the podium.

– For a long time.

The microphone made a noise as if it were torn apart. Engineers quickly rushed in. The President made a fearful expression. The audience cheered in unison.

– You’ve waited a long time, everyone. There are many things I want to say and say, but first of all, I think it would be best to address today’s protagonist.

– Everyone. Let’s worship. Elsa’s pride. Elsa’s cultural heritage that can be proud of to the world. The one who makes Erza be Erza, the Goddess of Hunger!

Cheers rang out. The sound was so loud that the laptop’s speakers made noise. The podium shook, and even Römer’s delegation was caught laughing in embarrassment.

People dressed in ancient Greek robes came out pushing a glass coffin. It was about 1.8M long and covered with a white curtain. Those in formal attire carefully grabbed the strings attached to the curtains and pulled them back.

The large screen at the event venue projected the entire goddess statue. Except that it was carved out of white marble, it was identical to the statue that the fanatics had walked around with earlier. But there was also something a little different.

Facial expression.

The crude wooden statue could not replicate this.

The angel in the wooden statue of the fanatics had a protesting face. He looked like he was struggling in pain.

However, the expression of this marble goddess statue was similar, but the atmosphere was completely different. It was the face of an animal without any emotion.

So, that’s the kind of facial expression that zombies often show when they run for something to eat.