After taking Rei Miyamoto's virgin pussy and fucking the brains out of her in a lust-filled frenzy, Tony didn't stop there.
He brought her back to his house and kept pounding her all through the goddamn day.
The parents of this body, Takashi or whatever were always off on some business trip in another country, living their own little lives while their son was busy wrecking pussy.
And the sister?
Oh yeah… her name was Masumi Kamuro.
Supposed to be Komuro, same as Takashi's last name, but apparently the dumbass who registered her name typed that shit wrong.
And now she was stuck with a typo for a last name.
Did it make sense?
Fuck no.
Did Tony give a shit?
Also fuck no.
The only thing that mattered was that the house was empty.
Parents gone.
Sister at some secluded elite school in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
No one to interrupt.
No one to hear Rei scream his name like a bitch in heat as he bent her over every table, couch, counter, and bed in the house.
Every creaking floorboard in that home had felt the rhythm of his thrusts, the walls practically dripping with sex and sweat by the time he was done with her.
He only stopped when his throat got dry and he felt like lighting up a smoke.
So he threw on a jacket, left Rei naked and passed out in bed, and headed to the nearby convenience store to buy some cigarettes.
That's when he saw it, some dumb motherfucker bashing his head into a metal pole.
Over and over.
Like some glitching NPC.
Tony squinted.
What the fuck is wrong with this retard?
Tony narrowed his eyes, keeping his distance.
He didn't want to deal with any weird shit.
He made sure his footsteps were light, sneaking past without drawing attention.
No telling if that freak would suddenly go berserk.
From the way the guy moved, twitchy and mindless, he clearly wasn't right in the head.
When Tony entered the convenience store, the vibe didn't get any better.
The cashier was standing stiff behind the counter, pale as a corpse and looking like he'd just seen a ghost or worse.
His eyes locked onto Tony, and without even blinking, the guy pulled at his collar and whispered in a low, trembling voice, "Boy… did you see the zombie outside?"
Tony stared at him for a second.
Then his face twisted into pure contempt.
"What? Are you fucking crazy, pendejo?" Tony snapped, slapping the guy's hand away. "You think I came here to listen to your horror movie bullshit? I'm here to buy a goddamn cigar, not to hear your dogshit stories. Fuck outta here, chico."
The cashier didn't even flinch.
He just started laughing.
Slow at first, then louder, until it was this hollow, fucked-up cackle that echoed through the store.
"Am I crazy? Maybe… hahaha… maybe I am…"
Tony narrowed his eyes and took a step back.
"Great. Another fuckin' lunatic," he muttered, putting distance between himself and the freak behind the counter.
First the guy face-fucking a street pole, now this nutjob cashier breaking down into laughter like he was possessed, something wasn't right.
Tony could feel it. A gut feeling, deep and cold.
Like the world was about to tilt sideways.
Tony clenched his jaw and lit a cigarette right there in the store, not giving a damn about the no-smoking sign.
Maybe being dumped into this body wasn't just about enjoying some second chance at life.
Maybe it wasn't about high school at all.
Nah.
This was something else.
Something was coming.
And it sure as hell didn't smell like roses.
After throwing his cigarette in the trash, without a second of hesitation, he stormed back home, went straight to his room and grabbed the baseball bat he kept under his bed.
Then he went to wake Rei.
She stirred, yawning sleepily, her body still glowing with the aftermath of their earlier fuck.
She was stark naked, sheets barely covering her, her skin glistening with dried sweat and sex.
She rubbed her eyes sluggishly, her tone laced with exhaustion and teasing.
"Are you still not satisfied, Takashi?" she mumbled, voice hoarse.
Tony didn't even glance at her tits, even though they bounced as she sat up.
His focus was elsewhere now.
Dead serious.
"Pick up your phone, chica. I need you to call your father. Tell him I want to speak with him."
Rei blinked, brows furrowed. "Isn't it a little too early to call? It's the middle of the night, Takashi."
"No. I want to confirm something." His tone was flat, firm, and final.
She didn't get it, but something in his voice shut her up.
She grumbled and started searching through her bag, eventually pulling out her phone.
She dialed.
No answer.
"Told you. He's probably asleep," she muttered with a sigh, tossing the phone on the bed.
"Again, Rei. Keep calling. This is important." Tony's voice was cold and commanding.
She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed, but she obeyed.
She kept redialing.
Once.
Twice.
Over and over.
Still no answer.
Her expression started to shift from irritation to confusion. "Why the hell isn't he picking up? His phone's not off, and I know he never leaves it anywhere…"
"Maybe it's not that simple," Tony muttered, gripping the bat tighter. "Get dressed. Follow me. I want to test something. If I'm right, this might turn into a long night and I want to be ready for whatever comes."
Rei glanced at the bat in his hand and raised an eyebrow. "What, are we gonna go rob someone?"
Tony just gave a half-smirk and pulled something else out from under his bed: a fucking AK-47.
The matte black rifle looked mean in his hands.
"I hope you know how to use this," he said, handing it to her. "Because if shit goes sideways, I need you locked and loaded. No hesitation."
Rei's eyes widened.
Her hands trembled a little as she took the gun from him, staring at it like it was something alien.
"W-What the hell is going on, Takashi?" she whispered, her heart pounding as she started pulling on clothes.
He didn't answer.
He was already heading down the stairs.
They got into the garage.
He threw open the driver-side door of his black jeep. "Hurry the fuck up, chica. I don't have time for this shit."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Rei snapped back, rushing to strap in beside him.
Her hands still shook as she checked the AK, uncertain but alert.
Tony drove fast, cutting through empty streets until they reached a long stretch of road.
He brought the jeep to a halt near a distant light post.
"See that guy over there?" Tony said, eyes locked forward.
Rei followed his gaze.
A man stood by the post, slamming himself repeatedly against the metal like some lunatic.
"If shit goes sideways and he overpowers me, don't hesitate. Shoot him in the fucking head. Don't you dare disappoint me."
"Wait, Takashi..." she started, but he was already out of the car.
The man's head jerked at the sound of her voice, like a dog catching a scent.
He turned and began stumbling toward Tony.
And now, as the streetlight lit him up, Tony saw his face clearly.
His stomach turned.
The cashier wasn't lying.
This guy looked like a fucking zombie.
With a baseball bat gripped tight in his hand, Tony didn't hesitate.
He swung it with savage force, smashing the fucker in the side of the head.
Bone cracked, blood sprayed, and the guy, no, the zombie grunted like some rabid animal.
But even then, the bastard wasn't done.
Broken and twitching, he kept crawling forward, dragging himself across the floor with a twisted kind of determination, like he still wanted a piece of him.
Tony didn't let him get any closer.
He brought the bat down again, hard.
This time on the zombie's hand, shattering it with a sickening crunch.
The fucker still moved. Snarling, Tony slammed the bat down again on the other hand.
Then the feet.
Over and over.
He kept bashing until the limbs were nothing but mangled pulp, bones crushed and flesh flattened like meat under a butcher's hammer.
Now, with both hands and feet destroyed, the thing was no longer a threat.
Just a squirming sack of rotten meat.
But Tony wasn't done yet.
Not even close.
He picked up a dagger lying in his waist.
With deliberate calm, he crouched down and rammed it straight into the zombie's chest, right through the heart.
The thing let out a low, guttural grunt, but not a single human word.
Not a scream, not a cry for help.
Just pure, animal-like rage.
Rei, who had just caught up to him, gasped in horror at the scene before her.
"What the hell are you doing, Takashi? You crippled him?" she shouted, eyes wide, staring at the brutalized body.
Tony turned, batting an eye at her with a look of pure indifference. "Look, princesa, stop whining. He should've been dead a long time ago. I stabbed the bastard in the heart, and he's still moving."
Rei's breath caught as she stepped closer and got a better look.
The stench of blood, rotting flesh, and piss hit her like a wall.
She gagged, nearly throwing up at the disgusting mess of ruined limbs and leaking black gore.
"This… This is sick…" she muttered, stepping back, hand over her mouth.
"Yes, he's dead," Tony said with a twisted chuckle, "but the fucker's still moving. Impressive, right?"
His voice was low, amused, but laced with that dark, violent edge. "I never believed in this zombie bullshit. But now? Shit, he ain't the only one. That guy at the convenience store knew. He knew what this thing was."
The zombie glared at them, eyes full of hatred and hunger, teeth snapping in the air, but with no arms, no legs, it couldn't do shit.
He just flailed uselessly on the floor like a gutted animal.
Rei clutched Tony's arm tightly, her voice shaking. "Takashi… What do we do now? Should we call the police?"
Her voice cracked under the weight of fear.
If one zombie was this hard to kill, how many more were out there?
Was the world already collapsing?
Tony let out a laugh, loud, sharp, cruel, as if she'd just told the world's dumbest joke.
"Police? Seriously? You still believe in that bullshit?" He leaned closer to her, eyes gleaming. "Didn't we already try that? Remember your father, Rei?"
Rei's face darkened instantly.
They had called him.
He didn't pick up.
"Maybe he was busy... Maybe we should call someone else. Takashi…" she tried to say something, but Tony shut her up with a single finger to her lips.
"Hush… No more police. No more fucking government. No more goddamn rules, Rei."
His voice was low but filled with something that made her tremble, finality.
"The world doesn't belong to them anymore."
He turned his cold stare back to the broken zombie, lifting the bat high above his head.
"It's ours now."
Then, with a grin curling on his face, he whispered, "Say hello to my little friend, pendejo."
And with one brutal, final swing, the bat came crashing down.
The zombie's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, skull fragments and brain matter splattering across the ground.
Blood sprayed his legs.
Rei screamed.
Tony just stood there, grinning like the fucking madman.
Because deep down, he knew.
This was just the beginning.