39: A Contemplative Shower

A Contemplative Shower

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The bathroom was fairly spacious with beige tiled walls and a gray floor, not to mention possessed a multitude of accessories for cleaning and a green rack that held a bunch of products for whenever someone decided to take a shower or a bath. On the other side of the room, part of the roof had a curve to it and was actually a window that could be opened. It was currently closed because I didn't want to air it out just yet.

My mind began to wander even as I scrubbed my hair thoroughly with hands covered in shampoo, which greatly helped me with getting the dirt and grime out of my straight yet spiky brown locks.

From the information that Shizuka had given us about her supposed best friend, Rika, it sounded like the mysterious woman was pretty well off all things considered. I mean, the house sort of confirmed my suspicions. Other than that, the woman was also in the police force, which actually came as a surprise to me for a simple reason.

First of all, Shizuka never seemed like the type to be friends with someone like that at first glance. In my opinion, at least. However, I discarded that notion once I gave it a bit more thought. The curvaceous blonde was somehow a skilled nurse even though she appeared to be incredibly dense when it came to anything else besides her profession or designer clothes, which was something else that the blonde woman had apparently taken a liking to.

Her airheaded persona confused me just for that simple reason. Eventually, I had chalked it up to perhaps a sheltered upbringing before the blonde woman's adult life came into play. That notion was also discarded after I thought about her flirty and sometimes sexual way of speaking.

When the two of us met within the nurses office after saving her, she had flirted with me in a way that almost seemed too casual... in other words, it was as if she had a lot of experience interacting that way with people beforehand. It was around the time that Rei and Miku had been talking about my secret relationship with Saya and Yuriko, which I wasn't that bothered by. Of course, people are going to look down on us for that, but it's not like anyone is going to do something about it.

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like Shizuka was actively trying to appear a certain way, which just so happened to be a super dense yet attractive woman that was blessed with an extremely curvaceous body that men and possibly women drooled over. In other words, her airheaded tendencies were all just an act. However, I still wasn't sure why exactly she was doing it in the first place. Whenever I tried to come up with an answer, all that came up was so that she could use her very large assets in order to manipulate people for a discount on designer clothes or something. It was obviously common knowledge that women would use their bodies for that exact reason but I wasn't going to automatically assume that was what she was doing.

Plus, that just seemed like too basic of a reason.

There could possibly be a much deeper backstory behind the act, I just wasn't sure enough yet to give myself definitive clarity on the subject. Even if there wasn't and it actually was because of my original thought process, I wouldn't be bothered by it. Shizuka is her own woman and I'm not going to try and control or talk down on her for that because I don't really care to be honest. It was just sort of interesting to think about.

The whole thing honestly wasn't that important but I just couldn't stop my mind from lingering on the odd times when she seemed to lack a bit more intelligence than what should've been normal for a skilled medical professional.

Plus, there was no way in hell that would stop me from putting my dick inside of her. I was still fully planning on fucking the blonde airhead silly no matter what. However, it would be pretty nice to see whether or not it was truly an act.

Quickly moving on from the thought of Shizuka, I felt my muscles relax even further under the constant assault of water raining down from the shower head as I breathed out a quiet sigh in delight.

The world around me has become a version of hell that I wasn't content on experiencing for very long. In all honesty, I doubt I'd want to stay for more than a few years, which brought up my next internal question.

How long was I planning to stay here for?

This was a tricky question to answer for the simple fact that I wasn't sure if we were going to be content on keeping ourselves within Japan. Not only that, what was I going to do about the undead infestation? While I considered myself to be a good person for the most part, I knew that I was fully capable of doing bad things whenever I decided to, which is why I've been thinking on what method that I would be taking in order to handle all of this. There was already a few routes I had thought of...

Keep a relatively low profile and stay disguised as a regular human who's in a tight-knit group of other human survivors that are trying their best to prolong each other's lives in the zombie apocalypse, all the while possibly increasing the number of beautiful women that will accompany me along the way?

It might've been a bit simple but I was pretty fond of this one. However, that wasn't the only one I had thought of.

My Pyronite counterpart, who I've talked to more than any other alien form yet, had let me in on an interesting tidbit of information shortly before the outbreak actually happened. I wasn't sure whether or not he knew about it or if the timing was pure luck, but the flaming entity said that there was a unique alien form waiting to be used, and there was two ways it could be unlocked as of right now.

The first option, which was a lot less painful, had been to just wait until the mysterious alien form unlocked on it's own. Now, that was probably the way I would've gone at first, but it was the second option that had been said that made me think about it.

It may've been a new alien form but when he told me that I needed to get bitten by one of those disgusting zombies, it caused me to hesitate on the decision. Apparently, it would act as some sort of special catalyst, but I didn't bother to ask why exactly that was. I mean, he did say that it would eventually unlock on it's own even if I decided to not do it.

... However, the reason I kept thinking about it was because the Pyronite had told me this specific alien form had the ability to control the dead. In other words, I'd basically be capable of controlling the zombie apocalypse to a certain degree. Obviously, I wouldn't be able to take control over all of them at once, but controlling hordes of them would still be useful. Not to mention, it would make my life very easy.

I wonder if I'd still be able to control some of them by attempting it without transforming completely? Similar to the way that I can now form claws by just accessing a tiny amount of a Vulpimancer's DNA.

Now, I feel like the third option was actually a lot simpler than the first, and it was because this one takes a much more destructive turn. It was a very basic idea, really.

Using the power of my Chronosapien form, which possessed a myriad of abilities concerning time manipulation, a strong enough time ray could drastically alter the entirety of Japan. Hell, I could blast everything that was ever built on this archipelago to dust if that was my decision.

I could probably do all of this without making them three different paths I needed to choose from, but I just didn't really feel like doing it all on one go. The unknown alien form my Pyronite counterpart had told me about would eventually unlock later down the line anyways and erasing Japan from the world map honestly seemed like a bit too much if I was just going to do it for basically no reason at all.

I'd have to think about it a little bit more.

During the long-winded mental conversation, I had finished with thoroughly washing the rest of my body and stepped out of the bathtub after turning the shower head off, grabbing a towel from off of a nearby rack and drying my hair until it was only slightly damp before wrapping the fabric around my waist.

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