The black-and-white maid outfit truly looked stunning.
Gu Yao’s long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and beneath the lace-trimmed skirt, her slender legs, wrapped in black stockings, hinted at a subtle sensuality.
Gu Yao couldn’t see herself, so she let Chu Muge snap photo after photo with her phone.
As the clicking continued, Gu Yao noticed Chu Muge gradually drawing closer. Eventually, Chu was right beside her, holding up the phone’s front camera to capture a selfie, making a playful peace sign. “Senior, senior, look over here!”
...She’s like a little kid.
Gu Yao remained indifferent, her gaze slowly shifting as her gray eyes met the camera lens.
She had already taken off her sunglasses. After all, who wears sunglasses with a maid outfit?
Gu Yao might have suited this attire quite well; she possessed a natural blend of innocence and sensuality that made her beauty unpretentious. In the maid outfit, she exuded an alluring charm.
In such a moment, it would be ideal for her to flash the signature gentle smile of an upperclassman. With the soft rays of the early sun behind her, she could make the hearts of innocent people skip a beat, like they’d just encountered a love destined to last a lifetime.
But Gu Yao had become a zombie, incapable of showing emotions, and she was definitely not the seductive type.
Still, her cold demeanor seemed to have its own allure. Chu Muge, grinning mischievously, placed a hand on the soft curve of Gu Yao’s chest, giving it a light squeeze.
At first, Gu Yao didn’t react, having lost most of her sensations. It took her a moment to realize where Chu Muge’s hand was and then, slowly, she raised her hand to remove it from her chest.
Chu Muge was bold!
Did she think that just because Gu Yao was now a zombie, she’d lost all sense of shame and could be casually harassed?
...Maybe.
Gu Yao felt that her emotions had indeed dulled. For instance, she wasn’t embarrassed at all this time, she just found it somewhat strange to be touched like that.
Chu Muge pouted, “Senior... let me touch them a little more... You have the chest I could only dream of.”
She puffed out her chest, adding, “If you want, you can touch mine too.”
Gu Yao glanced at her not-so-impressive chest.
No, Gu Yao had absolutely no interest.
“What if... I let you touch my ears later?” Chu Muge quickly offered when she saw Gu Yao’s disinterest.
Gu Yao paused and looked back at her.
Chu Muge blinked, adding, “You can touch them all day.”
Gu Yao: Wow! (°ο°)
Chu Muge was really pulling out all the stops.
Gu Yao, who had completely forgotten that she was wearing the maid's outfit just to touch those cat ears, felt like she'd hit the jackpot. After a moment of silence, she nodded.
Chu Muge flashed a triumphant smile, then gracefully circled behind Gu Yao, and from behind, grabbed onto the two soft mounds again.
Even though a zombie’s body was stiffer than a human’s, some parts were still softer than others.
Gu Yao kept her promise and didn’t move, calmly watching as the hands behind her grasped her chest.
...In the pre-apocalypse world, this would have been considered perverted, wouldn’t it?
Squeeze, squeeze—
The shape of the soft mounds changed under the pressure of the hands.
After a while, Gu Yao couldn’t take it anymore.
It felt too strange.
She grabbed Chu Muge’s hands and mechanically removed them.
It was too weird.
Even though she couldn’t feel anything and wasn’t embarrassed, it... still felt too weird.
Turning around, Gu Yao met Chu Muge’s innocent gaze and shook her head.
“Can’t I just... have a little more time?” Chu Muge tried to negotiate.
Gu Yao coldly shook her head.
Chu Muge smiled slightly but didn’t push her luck.
She had already touched them, and for quite a while at that—what a deal!
Humming a tune, Chu Muge suddenly brightened up and said, “Senior, let’s go to the arcade!”
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The arcade wasn’t inside the shopping mall but rather nearby.
Though it was called an arcade, it was more like a small shop filled with various gaming machines.
There were arcade machines, dance machines, claw machines...
But none of them had power.
Chu Muge had expected this, but she still couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed. She held Gu Yao’s hand as they walked in, blowing dust off a pool table as they passed.
Chu Muge announced loudly, “It’s game time!”
As soon as she spoke, there was a loud clatter from the front desk.
A zombie in a work uniform, startled by Chu Muge’s voice, clumsily got up. Seeing Chu Muge, its dormant muscles awakened, and it crazily leaped over the front desk, shattering glass bottles in its path, and charged straight at Chu Muge.
Chu Muge kept a smile on her face, releasing Gu Yao’s hand. As the zombie lunged, she lifted her leg and kicked.
She didn't hold back. The zombie was sent flying and crashed into a pool table with a loud bang. Dust and wood chips flew everywhere as it collapsed in a heap.
Chu Muge casually walked over to the struggling zombie and lifted her foot, aiming for its head.
Just as she was about to stomp down, she noticed the zombie’s frantic movements suddenly stop. Its broken fingers trembled as it raised both hands, shakily forming a “STOP” gesture.
Chu Muge: ?
She turned to look at Gu Yao, who nodded.
The zombie was under her control.
Ever since she’d controlled the flesh carpet, Gu Yao realized it had become much easier to invade the brains of regular zombies, but she still wasn’t sure of her limits.
Chu Muge hummed a tune and withdrew her foot, beginning to survey the surroundings.
Gu Yao took the opportunity to control the zombie.
First, it needed to stand up.
Stand...
It couldn’t stand.
Through the zombie’s eyes, Gu Yao looked down and saw that its lower half was completely motionless, detached from its upper body.
She was silent.
Damn, Chu Muge really didn’t hold back at all—she might have broken its spine.
How boring.
She was about to give up control.
Wait a minute...
Entering the gray-white space, Gu Yao squinted at the faint light thread connecting the zombie’s head.
—It wasn’t about giving up; it was about abandoning and destroying.
The thread snapped.
The next second, as color returned to the world, the paralyzed zombie’s head suddenly exploded with a bang. Red and white brain matter splattered around, sticky and thick.
Gu Yao jumped in shock, quickly stepping back.
Thank goodness it didn’t splatter on her qwq
Chu Muge also paused, staring at the zombie whose head had just exploded. She then glanced at Gu Yao, who looked like a curious animal that got frightened by its own curiosity, and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Senior, you’re so low!”
Come on, so lame. In all the memories she’d seen of zombie queens, none were as wimpy as the one in front of her.
Gu Yao: ...Thanks a lot :D
Chu Muge wandered around the powerless arcade for a while before finally stopping in front of a claw machine.
“Senior, do you want a plush toy?”
Gu Yao looked at the cute blue plush inside, puzzled.
Huh? How are we going to use the claw machine without power?
In the next moment, she understood what Chu Muge meant.
Chu clenched her uninjured left fist and swiftly punched the glass of the claw machine.
BANG!
CRACK!
A spiderweb of cracks formed.
Gu Yao: (?Д?*)
How violent!
Chu Muge casually reached in, grabbed a plush toy, and handed it to Gu Yao, her face practically shouting three words:
Praise me.
...She didn’t really feel like praising her.
Gu Yao looked at the shattered glass of the claw machine and, after a moment, extended a hand, giving Chu Muge a thumbs up.
Chu Muge grinned with satisfaction.
Afterward, things seemed to get boring. Most of the arcade’s attractions needed electricity to function. Growing restless, Chu Muge held Gu Yao’s hand and walked to the prize exchange area.
Her lazy gaze scanned the prizes, and then her eyes lit up.
A guitar.
The arcade had several mini karaoke booths—small rooms with good soundproofing. Chu Muge led Gu Yao inside and clicked her tongue at the black screen.
She slapped the double-seated chair a few times before sitting down.
Gu Yao followed closely behind.
As she closed the door, the small rectangular room became a quiet little world of its own.
Chu Muge cleared her throat.
“Cough... uh-huh.”
She picked up the microphone, though it had no power, and let out a small “ah” into it.
The room’s soundproofing was excellent, making every word crystal clear and somehow amplified.
Chu Muge put down the microphone and looked at Gu Yao.
“There’s no power, so no background music,” she said.
Gu Yao stared back at her, expressionless.
“But that’s okay,” Chu Muge said, remaining optimistic.
“The soundproofing here is good, so I can play the guitar.”
As she spoke, she took the guitar she had grabbed from the prize counter and cradled it in her arms.
“I’ve learned how to play the guitar, and I always thought about playing it for you, Senior.”
She paused, then added, “So, shall I play now?”
Her fingers touched the strings, producing a soft, gentle sound.
The evening light was fading.
Chu Muge closed her eyes, a faint smile on her face. Her left cheek bore a band-aid over a scrape, and her bandaged hand supported the guitar while the other hand slowly strummed the strings.
The melody was slow and elegant, peaceful and serene.
Jay Chou’s “First Kiss” began to echo softly in the karaoke room.
Dusk.
The setting sun.
Leaning against a shoulder.
Fading into twilight together.
Accompanying one another.
When the song has no lyrics, it’s called “First Kiss.”
When it does, it’s called “Rainbow.”
A rainbow-colored sky, a rainbow-colored world, a rainbow-colored life, and a rainbow-colored you.