Rebirth in the Apocalypse: I Have Unlimited Warehouse Space-Chapter 5 - : Bathroom Pleasures

Thud.

The assault rifle in Nelson's hands fell lifelessly to the ground. Nelson's body fell backward, heavy and slow, and as he died, the only thought in his mind was the word impossible. Three foreign mercenaries, wiped out like this—Nelson couldn't believe it, even in his final moments.

Clove reloaded a new magazine and shot each of the three dead mercenaries in the head to ensure they wouldn't rise as zombies. As the gunshots stopped, heavy footsteps echoed outside. Clove understood—it was the zombies from downstairs, drawn by the sound of the gunfire, coming back up.

Clove opened the door and raised his hand, clearing the magazine. Facing these unevolved zombies, Clove showed no fear. As the magazine emptied, the dozen or so zombies that had climbed up the stairs turned into motionless corpses, their bodies scattered across the stairs, completely blocking the way up. Seeing that the zombies downstairs couldn't make it up, Clove shut the aluminum alloy security door.

"If you're not dead, come out and help," Clove said slowly, crouching down in front of Nelson's body. He expertly stripped the body of its bulletproof vest and weapons before dragging Nelson's corpse to the window.

Bang—

A fresh corpse fell from the twelfth floor, crashing onto the ground with a loud thud, blood splattering everywhere. The intense smell of blood, mixed with the sound of the impact, quickly attracted a swarm of zombies, who gathered around Nelson's body. In no time, Nelson was torn apart by the hungry zombies. All that remained on the ground were a pile of bloodied bones.

In the bathroom, hearing Clove's words, Linda, trembling, slowly crawled out of the bathtub. She had thought she was done for, but to her surprise, Clove had actually pulled it off!

Walking out of the bathroom, Linda stared in disbelief as she saw Clove was completely unscathed. My god, these people were professional mercenaries! How did Clove do it? Looking at the bullet holes all over the walls and the junk that had been completely destroyed, Linda could only imagine how intense and dangerous the gunfight must have been.

"What are you standing there for? Come over and help me strip the weapons, ammo, and bulletproof vests off them," Clove called out when he saw Linda standing motionless, looking like an idiot. "Even though these vests aren't much use against zombies, at least they'll stop bullets from enemies," Clove added, his voice impatient.

Hearing Clove's words, Linda snapped back to reality. She crouched down next to a body, and when she saw the familiar face, Linda froze. She whispered, "Benson." Just as the words left her mouth, Linda suddenly shivered. Without saying another word, she lowered her head and began removing the weapons and ammo from the body.

When Linda's hand grasped the handle of a pistol, she instinctively looked up at Clove, who had his back turned to her. That bastard! How dare he make her kneel down like that, humiliate her so thoroughly! She bit her lower lip, tightened her grip on the pistol, and slowly raised her arm, aiming the gun at the back of Clove's head.

"If I were you, I'd put the gun down," Clove said without turning around, already anticipating this moment. After removing the bulletproof vest from the body in front of him, he casually lifted the corpse and walked toward the window.

Even with the gun pointed at him, Clove didn't pause in his movements. He threw the body out of the window and then slowly turned to face Linda. "Do you really think you can survive in this apocalypse without me? There's no food, and zombies are everywhere outside."

"Linda, how many days do you think you'll survive?" With that, Clove took another step toward Linda. Linda's hand trembled as she kept the gun trained on Clove, her body shaking. As her hesitation turned into resolve, Clove spoke again. "By the way, is the gun loaded? Did you take off the safety?"

Linda shuddered. The tiny bit of courage she'd gathered vanished in an instant with those words. Clove stepped forward, pressing his forehead against the barrel of the gun. He smiled. "Now I'm giving you the final chance to kill me. Go ahead, shoot!"

Linda's hands trembled as she held the gun. "Shoot!" Clove repeated, his voice low. The moment he finished speaking, Clove swiftly pressed down on the barrel and disarmed Linda, taking the pistol from her hand. "This is the first time you've pointed a gun at me. I hope it'll be the last. Otherwise, I'll show you what the real apocalypse looks like," Clove added, raising his hand and slapping Linda across the face. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the room.

Linda covered her face and silently began cleaning up the mess on the floor. Clove, meanwhile, gathered up the guns and placed them in a bag before tossing the last body out of the window. Once everything was taken care of, Clove walked into the bathroom. As he passed Linda, he quietly said, "Come with me. Let's enjoy ourselves."

While Linda was cleaning up the mess, she froze for a moment but didn't respond. She simply lowered her head and followed behind Clove. In the bathroom, the bathtub was filled with hot water.

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Clove lay inside, letting out a long, drawn-out moan. Noticing that Linda was still standing motionless outside the bathtub, Clove finally spoke. "How long are you going to wait? This is just a transaction between us. I protect your safety, provide you with food, and in return, you let me relax for a bit. Fair enough, right? The apocalypse is suffocating. It's nothing but killing all day long. I need you to help me unwind. If you refuse, you can leave right now. As compensation for occupying your place, you can take an assault rifle from the gun bag outside."

At those words, Linda slowly lifted her head and took a step forward, walking into the bathtub. She slowly took off her clothes, one by one.

Her soft skin, full breasts, and two red bean-like nipples slowly appeared under Clove's eyes.

As the faint scent of perfume wafted through the air, Clove's breathing gradually became heavier. In the three years of the apocalypse, he hadn't been without women. But in the end times, tender, beautiful women were a rare sight. More often, it was just average-looking women willing to sleep with men for a meal. Naturally, his interest was low. But now, this was the early days of the apocalypse, and beautiful women like this were everywhere!

Thinking this, a slight smile slowly appeared on Clove's face. Linda slowly knelt down, her delicately refined face, which had been held high, gradually lowered.

Her lips, covered in red lipstick, gently opened, bit by bit, and swallowed the little Clove into her mouth, slowly swallowing, gently wrapping.

Clove closed his eyes and enjoyed that little bit of warm, wrapped pleasure.

When the desire was at its peak, Clove immediately got up and held Linda down with her back to him. He pressed her against the wall, then entered her forcefully.

"HMM."

"Gently, gently!" Linda frowned and snorted.

The sound of water sliding, the crisp sound of flesh collision, gradually sounded in the bathroom, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

The high-pitched, cuckoo-like cry echoed through the bathroom.

Linda tried to turn around, but Clove just pressed her intently, saying, "It's better to turn your back, so we're just a business, no feelings left."

Linda, who was ashamed and angry to death, and who was constantly bearing the heavy impact, snorted out a sound of discontent.

It wasn't until two hours later, when a long, satisfied sigh sounded in the bathroom, that Clove slowly stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed.

He lay on the sofa, slowly lit a cigarette, and at that moment, just felt what it was like to enjoy the two words.

When she saw Linda limp out of the bathroom, Clove's face was full of smiles.

"You really are an awful person." Linda lay on top of Clove and grunted disapprovingly.

At this moment, she found herself unable to understand the man before her. The world had already ended, yet he acted as if nothing had happened. It was as though everything was under his control. He showed no fear when facing zombies, and when confronting mercenaries, he remained calm and fearless. But when it came to women, this man showed no mercy at all! Not even when he was with her! He had the audacity to say it was just a transaction! A transaction!

Clove stroked Linda's hair, his hands roaming over her ample chest. He chuckled softly, "This is the apocalypse. There are no good guys, no bad guys, just awful people!"