It took two days and two nights from departure to now, and the two finally set foot on their way back home.
The bus was driven by Saeko Busujima. She was in a good mood at this time with a smile on her face.
Looking at the woman with a smile on her face, Amamiya Yao also showed a little smile.
Although last night he and Saeko Busujima did not break through the last layer of barriers, but through more intimate communication, the relationship between them has deepened a bit.
Replaying the scene of last night in his mind, Amamiya yao couldn't help but miss that comfortable touch.
Even though he knew that he shouldn't have the idea of comparison, he had to admit that in terms of bust size, ten of Eriri(s) were not enough.
"Yao-kun." Through the rearview mirror, Saeko Busujima glanced at Yao Amamiya, who was slightly absent-minded, "We need to replenish our supplies."
"Fire, rice, oil and salt right?" Thinking of the food he ate for the past two days, Amamiya Yao nodded, "Then find a supermarket."
"More than that." Saeko Busujima stared straight ahead, ready to turn the steering wheel, "We also need to get the clothes and stockings we wear."
"Okay." Amamiya Yao nodded, this is indeed a necessity of life.
Even though they are now in the apocalypse, it does not mean that human beings will degenerate into a primitive society and live a life of disheveled clothing.
"Sit down."
Turning the steering wheel all the way to the right suddenly, the bus deviated from the original route with a qualified drift.
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The lights in the shopping mall were not turned on, but fortunately, the sunlight was enough to see the indoor scene clearly.
Everywhere in this shopping mall was quiet, and there were low-pitched roars from time to time.
A high-end women's clothing store, the glass door was locked from the inside.
Amamiya Yao was sitting on the low sofa bored, looking at the dressing room opposite with the curtain drawn, he couldn't help but lean back, and change to a more comfortable position.
Just as he closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, the door curtains was pulled open.
"Yao-kun, how do I look?" Saeko Busujima's voice was not as calm as in the bus just now.
The shyness in her words made Amamiya Yao open his eyes curiously.
Seeing her bold and hot outfit at this time, Amamiya yao couldn't help but twitched his throat.
"Very good." After a while, he praised.
"That's good."
After stroking the long hair on both sides of her temples, Saeko Busujima walked into the dressing room again with a smile on her face.
Taking a look at the women's clothes piled up in the fitting room, Amamiya Yao couldn't help but touch his forehead.
According to Saeko Busujima, these items are indispensable in the future. In terms of quality, she has to personally check for the juniors.
After hearing this reason, Amamiya Yao just smiled.
Whether it's Kato Megumi, Kasumigaoka Shiwa, or Eiriri, none of them can compare to her in terms of figure.
However, Amamiya Yao didn't expose her small thoughts. After all, as the only combat power in the team, it is not an exaggeration to give him more patience.
Amamiya Yao originally thought so.
But as Saeko Busujima tried one thing after another, he couldn't help showing some signs of pain.
"Yao-kun..." Seeing his fiery eyes, Saeko Busujima raised her red lips, walked around him and knelt down slowly.
"Forget it." Gently stroking her hair, Amamiya Yao shook his head to stop her.
"Eh?" Saeko busujima was stunned for a moment, the blush on her cheeks faded, and the beautiful dark blue pupils just looked straight at him.
"Saeko, I like you enough already." Amamiya Yao bent down, resting his forehead on her hair, and then gently stroked the delicate and firm skin on her face with his hands.
It's not that he deliberately assumed the attitude of a saint with no desires but he vaguely sensed that Saeko Busujima's feelings for him were not quite right at this time.
Perhaps because of his enlightenment, Saeko Busujima regarded him as the only ray of light in this dark world, transformed all the pain suppressed in her heart into love for him, and desperately wanted to hug him in her arms.
This is a good thing, but Amamiya Yao feels that this kind of love is a bit too much.
If it is not handled well, this kind of love may develop into a pathological condition.
He hopes that Saeko Busujima who is standing beside him has a healthy mentality and can support a team with him, instead of spending all his thoughts on him.
"Do you..."
The warmth from his palm made Saeko Busujima smile, and lay her upper body on his lap, closing her eyes just like that, quietly experiencing this rare tenderness.
If she didn't like him enough, how could she abandon her inner reserve and want to please the one she loves.
After a long time, she opened her eyes, and under Amamiya Yao smile, she took off the seductive clothes on her body, and changed back to the previous heroic attire.
"Let's go, Yao-kun."
The real Saeko is back.
Seeing her push the door away, Amamiya Yao stood up with a smile and walked out, but he had just walked a few steps before retreating back to the original place.
Looking around the clothing store, there are a lot not serious and unscrupulous clothes, Amamiya Yao pondered for a moment, and took a short time to collect all the pleasing ones into the system space.
Saeko no longer need these, but Eriri can also wear them.
Even if some sizes are wrong, they should not be wasted. After all, they are necessities of life, and it is always right to take them home.
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Clothes, rice, oil and salt, packed meat, packed vegetables,...
After counting a lot of daily necessities in the car, Amamiya Yao nodded in satisfaction.
Of course, it took an extra day, but these gains are not the only goods they got on their way.
He took out a metal box from the system space, and when he opened it, it was full of guns and bullets.
The two searched several police stations, and most of the weapons were only police pistols. Only a type 89 automatic rifle harvested in the Metropolitan Police Department was the most valuable.
"You use this gun, saeko."
Taking the black and cold automatic rifle from him, Saeko Busujima stroked it a few times and then shook her head, "Yao-kun, I'll leave it to you, I'll just use a sword."
"These are bullets, remember to tell me if they're not enough."
Putting the several boxes of rifle bullets harvested together into her hand, Amamiya Yao put away the gun box and walked towards the driving seat.
Although a little helpless, Saeko Busujima didn't shirk any more, put the rifle across her back, looked at Amemiya Yao from the rearview mirror, and showed a smile.
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"Why haven't Yao and Saeko-senpai return yet?"
Sitting on the steps, Eriri looked at the main dooe of the house somewhat absent-mindedly, and the hand gun hanging on her index finger kept spinning.
"Did something happen?"
Eriri couldn't help but feel worried, and she couldn't help thinking wildly in her little head since the time had been extended for so long.
Kasumigaoka Utaha, who ran down the steps heard all the words she said suddenly showed a smirk on his face. After approaching her cautiously, she raised her hair, bent down, and asked softly in her ear:
"Eriri, do you worried about them?"
"Of course I am." Eriri replied subconsciously.