Bathroom

Song Ning’s ankle still throbbed faintly. She had probably twisted it.

That mutant’s ability was absurdly powerful…

Even firearms had almost no effect on its shield.

Song Ning had believed that after becoming an “Evolver,” she might not be able to defeat a mutant, but at least she wouldn’t be forced into danger.

Reality, however, had struck her like a heavy blow to the head.

Inside the base, she didn’t carry the Egg-Laying One’s leg bone with her at all times.

Mainly because, with a gun in hand, she hadn’t felt the need.

Looking back now, if she’d had the bone blade earlier, she wouldn’t have been so thoroughly suppressed by that yellow-haired man.

“Let me rub it for you, sister.”

Song Ning was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought as she looked at her foot.

The girl’s concerned voice reached her ears.

She didn’t reject her.

The girl’s sweet, obedient gesture brought a warm feeling to her heart.

Ping Chengcheng knelt down, gently lifting the pale, jade-like foot in her hands and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.

“How is it, sister~ Does it feel better?”

Ping Chengcheng looked up, her smile radiant.

Song Ning’s face flushed.

What was this strange sense of déjà vu?

She sat on the bed’s edge, while the girl was kneeling on the floor.

Perhaps because the position was a bit uncomfortable, the girl shifted to sit duck-style.

Ping Chengcheng knelt sweetly and adorably in front of Song Ning, head lowered, attentively massaging her foot.

Song Ning’s thoughts wandered.

Something about their current posture felt… a little improper.

“Chengcheng, that’s enough. It’s already much better.”

Song Ning took a deep breath.

Though she did want to enjoy the girl’s care a little longer, it was just too strange.

“Sister… you don’t like it?” Ping Chengcheng asked, clearly disappointed.

Song Ning’s blush deepened. She stammered,

“Of course I like it… it’s just… just…”

“Mm… I just think it’s a little inappropriate, that’s all.”

Inappropriate?

The girl pressed a finger to her lips and tilted her head innocently.

“Then, sister, can we take a bath together?”

Eh?

“That’s… that’s kind of sudden, isn’t it?” Song Ning’s face turned even redder.

“But we’re already a couple. So what if we bathe together?”

“That’s totally something lovers do!”

Ping Chengcheng pouted unhappily, looking at Song Ning with a soft but fierce expression.

Song Ning felt a little embarrassed under her gaze.

It was true. They were already a couple.

Honestly speaking, she had also been curious about bathing together—just never brave enough to bring it up.

Since Ping Chengcheng had taken the initiative, then…

“Even though I don’t exactly want to… if you want to, Chengcheng, then… let’s bathe together.”

Song Ning brushed her long hair behind her ear and spoke with a neutral expression.

But the redness on her cheeks gave her away.

“Of course, it’s mainly because you really want to bathe with me.”

Ping Chengcheng chuckled at Song Ning’s shy look and the way she tried to act indifferent.

“Sister, you’re so tsundere. You clearly want it too!”

“Hah!? No way—Chengcheng, what are you even thinking? I—”

“Or do you hate me, sister? You don’t want to bathe with me?”

The girl’s eyes shimmered with tears, her delicate expression utterly heart-melting.

“No, no—I like you the most, Chengcheng. Fine, let’s bathe together. I really do want to, too.”

Seeing her pitiful look, Song Ning surrendered immediately.

This girl was unfairly adorable.

As for mutants? Whatever.

So what if Chengcheng was one?

Song Ning didn’t believe mutants had to be monstrous.

At the very least, Chengcheng had never hurt her.

Chengcheng was gentle, lovable, and loved being held and cuddled in her arms.

The two girls undressed completely, both a little shy and avoiding each other’s eyes.

They entered the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Cold water splashed across the girl’s bare feet.

The temperature gradually rose to a warm 48 degrees—just right.

Mist filled the bathroom.

The two girls’ delicate bodies were half-concealed in the steam, the air growing increasingly hazy and intimate.

Ping Chengcheng felt a slight pressure in her chest.

Maybe the ventilation wasn’t very good?

Song Ning was washing her hair.

Ping Chengcheng watched her movements unabashedly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Sister, do you need help?”

The girl’s voice carried a hint of barely contained excitement.

“Mm… Chengcheng, could you take down the showerhead? I want to rinse my hair.”

Song Ning spoke with her eyes closed, her voice slightly muffled.

She had the odd sensation of being watched, like a hot gaze boring into her back.

It was a familiar feeling.

She had experienced it once before—during a bath.

But at the time, she hadn’t found anyone in the bathroom…

Just Chengcheng’s clothes lying strangely inside a box.

Could it be that Chengcheng had been spying on her then, too?

But that couldn’t be… right? Chengcheng wouldn’t do something like that.

Maybe the feeling was just an illusion.

Song Ning remembered that even before the apocalypse, she sometimes felt like someone was behind her when she closed her eyes to wash her hair.

That must be it.

Chengcheng was so pure and sweet—how could she ever do something like spying?

Ping Chengcheng stepped through the puddles on the bathroom floor, heading toward the showerhead.

…

“Sister, it’s so high…”

The girl felt a pang of frustration.

Her height had always been one of her biggest insecurities since transmigrating.

She wished she were taller and stronger—someone who could offer safety and comfort.

Would Song Ning prefer that, too?

But Chengcheng was overthinking it.

Song Ning liked her just the way she was—small and adorable.

In fact, Song Ning had a secret.

Neither the Ping Chengcheng of her past life nor the one now knew.

The truth was, Song Ning had always liked girls.

Back then, when Ping Yan confessed to her—even though they were childhood friends—she had felt nothing.

Because Song Ning simply didn’t like men.

Ping Chengcheng gave a little hop, managing to pull down the showerhead.

She walked slowly behind the girl, letting water rinse away the shampoo from Song Ning’s hair.

Then, Song Ning felt something soft press against her back.

It was warm and cushiony—

But there were two firmer points… what was that?

Ah!

Chengcheng, why are you being so careless?!

Song Ning blushed again, her body slightly trembling.

That strange feeling returned.

The girl pressed tightly against Song Ning’s back.

Feeling the girl’s smooth skin, Chengcheng’s legs nearly gave out.

A tingling warmth spread through her.

“Mm… ha…” she let out a soft gasp.

Soaking wet, she couldn’t tell what was bathwater and what wasn’t.

Some areas even felt a little sticky.

A few mischievous tentacles slipped out once more…

They reached cautiously toward Song Ning, who was still rinsing foam from her hair with her eyes closed.

The tip of Song Ning’s nose picked up a subtle, alluring scent.

Her rationality all but vanished.

‘No… I have to resist…’

Could she resist?