After that, considering how truly unsafe this park was, Ayn and Aya decided to leave as soon as possible. Of course, the passion they'd just finished had left both of them covered in sweat stains, sticky lewd fluids, and milk—even faint traces of blood from the rupture of her hymen still lingered on Ayn's cock and Aya's inner thighs. So, whether it was Ayn or Aya, both desperately wanted to take a shower to wash away that mingled musk and salty-wet body scent. But the current situation didn't allow it, so they had to grit their teeth and put on their clothes, planning to clean up properly once they reached a safe place.
However, while dressing, a small incident occurred: Ayn quickly hid Aya's panties. After noticing, Aya winked playfully and said, "Darling, my panties are missing—help me find them?" Ayn lied without batting an eye, "No need to look; it's too dangerous here—let's hurry up and go." Aya smiled helplessly and let it go.
While Aya went to push the motorcycle, Ayn quickly pulled Aya's black lace panties from his pocket and buried his head in them like an addict, deeply inhaling the lingering pussy musk that rushed straight to his nose; he couldn't help licking the remnants of her lewd fluid, that faint scent making his cock stiffen just a bit.
After snapping back, Ayn found Aya staring at him with a grin, leaving him so embarrassed his ears burned red. Aya chuckled lightly and scolded, "Shameless~" That voice was soft and sweet like honey, carrying a flirtatious ambiguity that made his heart mix shame with excitement.
Since he'd been caught, Ayn wanted to give the panties back to her, but Aya shook her head and said, "What's the point of giving them to me now? I'm already dressed—keep them." Ayn was overjoyed at that, hugging her tightly and kissing her deeply, their tongues tangling as his hand instinctively kneaded those full breasts through her jacket, feeling the soft flesh bounce in his palm, nipples hardening against the fabric with faint traces of milk seeping out.
However, Ayn's cock didn't fully harden, staying semi-erect at about 15 cm long. This length already far exceeded most people's full erection, and under the constraint of his pants and underwear, it should have ached unbearably, yet it felt surprisingly comfortable, as if he weren't wearing clothes at all. Ayn guessed that this was probably due to the transcendent power, greatly alleviating that stuffy, swollen discomfort.
They kissed for a while before Aya took the initiative to separate their lips; her instincts told her "we need to leave the park as soon as possible," so she wanted to get going quickly. Ayn wasn't foolish and knew she was right, so he stopped pressing.
Before long, the two of them were ready to depart. However, before setting off, Ayn wanted to send a message to Ari, just a short text to let her know he was safe. So he instinctively reached for his phone, only to realize a problem: the phone wasn't on him. It was in his backpack, and that backpack had already been stuffed by Aya into the storage compartment under the motorcycle seat. Taking it out now would be a real hassle.
But Ayn didn't want to leave without saying anything. He still wanted to reassure Ari somehow. So, he decided to borrow Aya's phone instead. Then came the question: where was her phone? The answer was simple, it was mounted beside the motorcycle's dashboard, fixed onto a holder, since she used it for navigation while riding. So, Ayn hesitated for a moment before awkwardly asking if he could borrow her phone.
Did Aya ask him what he wanted it for? No, not at all. Because she already knew. Ever since she had obtained the System, it had synchronized Ayn's two current missions: [My Resolve] and [Companion]. The objective of [My Resolve] was clearly written, Travel to Osaka and reunite with Ari.
And who was Ari? Although Ayn hadn't told her directly, the System had already provided a brief description: [Ari, female, age 30. Ayn's younger twin sister. One of the three most important people in Ayn's life (the other two being: you, and Ayn's mother).]
So at that moment, Aya already knew who Ari was, but she deliberately pretended not to know, because she wanted to wait for Ayn to tell her personally. Why would she go to such trouble? The reason was simple. Aya understood one thing very well: compared to learning information through reports, obtaining it through direct conversation had a far greater advantage—it built emotional connection between people. And Aya loved Ayn. She longed deeply to be loved by him in return. So, of course, she chose to talk with him, not for the sake of gathering information, but for the conversation itself, because even that simple act of speaking to him could draw their hearts closer.
And precisely to make communication easier, Aya had activated the System's gifted [Newcomer Pack] and carefully selected three skillbooks from the System Shop. One of them was [Transcendent Network Lv. 1]. Its effect was described as follows: by linking another person's soul, the user constructs a localized [Transcendent Network] that enables encrypted and hidden data exchange within a 10-meter radius, with a transmission efficiency comparable to that of a household computer. (Author's Note: the other two skillbooks were [Heart of the Strong Lv. 1] and [Dominate Others Lv. 1].)
Of course, there was another reason why Aya decided to purchase [Transcendent Network Lv.1], she was able to see Ayn's skill list. Aya knew very well that Ayn did not currently possess this ability, so in order to make up for his lack in that area, she chose to learn [Transcendent Network]. Similarly, her decision to purchase [Dominate Others] came from the same line of reasoning.
Although Ayn possessed [Mind Reading], which allowed him to glimpse into the thoughts and memories of others, he lacked any means of directly controlling them. The System had also explained to Aya why Ayn had never purchased such a skill: [He believes that human free will is of utmost importance. Therefore, using Transcendent powers to manipulate others is unethical. However, he does not completely reject such methods, if circumstances demand it, he would still choose to use them. It is only when he has the freedom to choose that he prefers not to.]
Speaking of the System, there was one more thing worth mentioning: the System had established several rules for all followers, and one of those rules concerned System Coins and the System Shop.
First, to prevent users from pooling their System Coins onto a single person, the System strictly forbids any kind of coin transaction between users—including the System's master, Ayn.
Second, any item in the System Shop marked with the [Non-Transferable] attribute cannot be given or sold to others and may only be used by the purchaser themselves.
Third, the amount of System Coins that followers can obtain through missions or other official System methods is capped. The upper limit is set at 75% of the System master's total, and the specific percentage varies according to rank: [Ordinary Follower] can obtain up to 25%, [Advanced Follower] up to 50%, and [Family Follower] up to 75%.
So, who decides whether you are an [Ordinary Follower], an [Advanced Follower], or a [Family Follower]? Is it Ayn? Unfortunately, no. The one who holds that authority is the System itself. The System evaluates rank based on multiple factors, including Ayn's affection toward you, your loyalty toward him, and your tangible contributions to him. The reason this authority is not given to Ayn is deliberate: to prevent him from trusting those disloyal and unworthy flatterers out of mere momentary affection.
As for which category Aya currently belongs to, the answer is clear—[Family Follower]. The System's reasoning was explicit: First, Ayn's affection toward Aya is at 100%. Second, Aya's affection toward Ayn is also 100%. Third, her contribution level is rated as "Absolute." She took Ayn's virginity and, in his heart, holds the position of "wife." This achievement is recognized by the System as an indelible and monumental contribution.
Of course, besides the rules mentioned above, the System had many other regulations related to its followers, but those would be explained another time. For now, let's bring our focus back to the present situation.
In short, Ayn got hold of Aya's phone, but instead of calling Ari right away, he sent her a text message: [It's me, Ayn. I'm safe, so don't worry. This phone belongs to my friend; my own phone isn't with me right now. If anything happens, contact this number.]
Fortunately, Ayn still remembered Ari's phone number; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to send the message at all—after all, Aya's contacts didn't include Ari's information. Originally, Ayn planned to return the phone after sending the message, but in the next second, the screen lit up with a quick reply from Ari: [Holy crap, you actually have a friend!? I thought you were lying to me!]
That was when Ayn remembered that he really had lied to her before, saying he would head to Osaka together with some coworkers from his company. So he replied: [I told you before, didn't I? You just didn't believe me. By the way… how are things on your end?]
Ari replied: [There aren't any zombies in Osaka, but it's a bit chaotic. I've already left for a friend's place, so you don't have to worry about me. What about you? I saw online that things in Tokyo are bad, the government's already decided to lock down the city.]
Ayn thought for a moment and then answered: [Don't worry, I'm perfectly safe. As for the lockdown… there aren't enough Self-Defense Forces in the Kanto region to seal off every route. At most, they can block the main roads and bridges. But if you want to leave Tokyo, you don't have to take the main routes, there are plenty of side streets you can use instead. Relax, we'll find a way out. You really don't need to worry about me.]
Ari replied: [Yeah… you're probably right.]
Ayn gave a small smile and said: [That's all for now. We're about to head out. If anything comes up, contact this phone.]
Ari replied again: [Be careful, okay?]
Ayn: [Of course. Don't worry, I'm not stupid!]
After that, Ayn handed the phone back to Aya and was just about to get on the bike. But then, a mischievous thought suddenly crossed Aya's mind. She asked on purpose, "Who were you texting? Don't tell me that was your girlfriend?"
Ayn rolled his eyes internally, too lazy to answer the second half of that question, and replied flatly, "My sister."
Aya didn't look convinced. She pouted slightly and muttered under her breath, "Hmph, I knew it—you do have a girlfriend."
Ayn couldn't help but give a helpless smile and explained, "Come on, stop that. She really is my sister. If you don't believe me, check the chat history—we were just making sure we're both okay."
But Aya didn't check. She already knew that Ayn wasn't lying, and she wasn't actually curious about who he had been messaging. She just wanted to tease him. With a faint, playful sigh, she said, "You're no fun. At a time like this, you're supposed to just say 'yeah, she's my girlfriend.' That would've been much more interesting."
Ayn wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and said, "Cut it out. Let's go already—it's not safe here."
Of course, Aya knew perfectly well that this wasn't the time for jokes. It was just that, for a fleeting moment, the urge to tease the man she loved had outweighed her reason. After hearing Ayn's reminder, she quickly came back to her senses, put away her smile, and ended the little game she had started.
Afterward, Ayn swung onto the motorcycle, wrapping his arms around Aya's slender waist and pressing close against her soft back, drawing in a deep breath of the captivating fragrance wafting from her. It wasn't the lingering scent of cum, lewd fluids, or milk—those had been sealed away within her clothes by her transcendent power, preventing even a trace from escaping to alert anyone else. Instead, it was her natural body perfume, one she deliberately amplified through her body, steering it straight to his senses as a quiet gift. After all, she adored him so much, always eager to slip him these little surprises and indulgences.
However, Aya's body fragrance made Ayn's cock stiffen a little, though not fully erect—it had reached about 17 cm, the thick glans pressing against her ass through their clothes again. But this time, Ayn wasn't as embarrassed as before; he knew this woman wouldn't mind at all, and might even enjoy this kind of "sexual harassment."
Ayn was spot on—Aya didn't mind Ayn's cock pressing against her one bit; on the contrary, that rigid touch filled her with a sense of security. Why security? Because Aya knew one thing well: when a man's cock no longer got hard for a woman, it meant she couldn't attract him anymore, and their relationship wouldn't last much longer. So, a rock-hard cock was the best; she loved this rock-hard cock!
Though delight bubbled secretly in her heart, Aya didn't linger; she simply said softly, "Hold on tight," twisted the throttle, and the black motorcycle roared to life, speeding away from the park. After they left, the spot where Ayn and Aya had made love—those remnants of semen, saliva, milk, lewd fluids, pubic hairs, and strands of hair—all dissolved into flecks of light and vanished. Even the park's surveillance camera footage had been tampered with; records of that period remained, but nothing showed these two had ever been there. Perhaps only the nearby residents who had heard the motorcycle's engine roar, and the faint tire marks left on the ground, could prove that someone had been here...