Evil Lust World Travel System

Swoosh—

A cold gleam flashed in Saeko's hand, and in the blink of an eye, the two zombies lunging at her were reduced to headless husks, collapsing to the ground.

"Wow, Saeko! That was amazing!"

Shizuka Marikawa clapped her hands and cheered from behind.

"Shizuka-sensei, stay close!"

With her katana pointing ahead, Saeko gave an order, gesturing for Shizuka to follow.

In mere minutes, the number of bodies piled up had exploded from a handful to dozens to hundreds. It was an avalanche-like growth rate, and it was almost impossible to believe that this very morning, the entire city had been peaceful.

No one knew there were such monsters hidden in the city. 

It was as if these creatures had crawled from the earth's bowels, flooding every street and building in an instant, leaving no time for anyone to react.

"Now? But it's still work hours!" Shizuka blinked and asked blankly.

"Sensei! Are you serious? Who cares about work at a time like this?!"

Saya Takagi yelled in frustration from behind. She couldn’t understand what was going on in the head of this school nurse, Shizuka, whose breasts seemed to weigh more on her thoughts than their current life-or-death situation.

Saya and Saeko had known each other since childhood, both from influential families in Oda City. Souichiro Takagi, Saya's father, had long-standing business ties with the Busujima family.

When Saeko came to save Shizuka, she had naturally rescued Saya, who had been trapped in a classroom, surrounded by the dead, frantically screaming for help.

"What now? There are just too many of them!"

Kohta Hirano, drenched in sweat and armed with a makeshift nail gun, inquired nervously.

As a fanatical dog licker of the goddess Saya Takagi, the portly young man had grabbed the nearest tool to protect her the moment things went wrong. But Saeko’s blade was too swift, too lethal—leaving him no chance to showcase his own efforts.

"We’re heading to the Busujima Dojo! My father will know what to do."

Saeko declared, slicing through yet another corpse, her body trembling.

Of course, it wasn’t fear she felt—she was excited.

A few days ago, when she had followed Enzo to kill those drug traffickers, the sharp thrill of cutting through skin sent waves of pleasure through her, leaving her trembling with ecstasy the moment her blade sliced into flesh.

She had climaxed right there.

That night, although she was a little panicked because of her first murder, her body didn’t lie. She locked herself in her room, slipped under the covers to hide her growing desire, and had masturbated three times, soaking the sheets by the time her trembling subsided and she found peace.

Had this been the old Saeko, she might have been disgusted by herself, trapped in a cycle of self-loathing. She would have called herself a perverted monster. But after her father’s wisdom opened her eyes, she had come to accept who she was.

Murderous instincts were simply a part of her nature. After all, many legendary generals from the Warring States Period were just like her, right?

It was just that in this peaceful age, it had become far too difficult to unleash these primal urges. Saeko resigned herself to a life without the thrilling sensation of murder, believing she might never experience that same intoxicating pleasure again.

But who could have guessed that, just a few days later, she’d be able to kill so freely?

Although these creatures weren’t exactly human—they didn’t scream, didn’t show fear when they died—they had once been people.

And that was enough.

"More... I need more."

Saeko held her sharp Samurai sword and swung among the zombies. In less than two minutes, she hacked to death all the more than 20 dead bodies that rushed up!

"Okay, okay... so scary!"

Takashi Komuro muttered, frozen in shock as he and Rei Miyamoto descended from the rooftop, witnessing the blood-soaked Saeko standing amidst a sea of bodies. Rei stood beside him, too terrified to speak.

Except for Shizuka Marikawa, who remained blissfully clueless, the rest looked at Saeko as if they were staring at the God of Death herself.

'Hmph. Ignorant mortals.' Saeko sneered in her heart.

Under their judgmental gazes, the old Saeko might have crumbled, convinced she was some twisted monster. But now?

Now, she aimed for something greater.

She aspired to become a legendary female swordsman—someone history would remember, someone powerful.

The opinions of mere mortals? They meant nothing.

No legendary warrior ever cared about the thoughts of the ordinary people, right?

"Wait for us! Wait for us!"

Suddenly, a group of people rushed out of their hiding spot, shouting as Saeko wiped out nearly all the zombies in the parking lot with a few precise strikes of her katana.

"Busujima-san, it's me! Shido!"

Koichi Shido emerged from the group, flashing a grin at Saeko as he led a few students toward her.

One had to give it to the guy—his composure was something else. Even Saya Takagi and Kohta Hirano were too intimidated to approach Saeko while she was in her killing state.

But Shido? He was smiling, casually greeting her. If anyone had the potential to become a politician, it was this guy.

"Drive."

Saeko didn’t bother with pleasantries. She simply pointed to the school bus and gave her order.

"Okay! Okay!"

In fact, it would be wrong to say that Shido was as composed as he seemed. He could feel his legs shaking.

He was scared as hell after what he had just seen. After all, Saeko's appearance just now was really terrifying, and only God knows if she would suddenly cut him with her katana.

The group filed onto the bus, smashing through the barricades as they sped off.

"Wait for us! Wait for us!"

From different floors of the school, another group of people, who had been hiding God knows where, shouted as they saw the bus starting up.

Even though the virus had erupted out of nowhere, turning people into mindless monsters, these creatures didn’t have any special powers. As long as you stayed calm and didn’t scream, you had a decent chance of surviving the first wave of attacks.

"Busujima-san?" Shido asked nervously, his foot hovering over the accelerator as he glanced at Saeko, who sat calmly in the passenger seat.

Saeko didn’t even look at him. She wiped the remaining blood from her katana using the curtain draped on the bus window, her expression cold.

"Ignore them. Let’s go."

If any of their classmates had made it down to the playground, she might have considered helping them for the sake of camaraderie. But those fools were still hiding up on the third and fourth floors, clearly hoping someone else would come and save them.

"Pathetic."

She was not a superhero. Why should their lives concern her?

Sure, lending a hand was a matter of friendship, but risking her own life to save those too cowardly to fend for themselves?

Are they even worth it?