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How to Be Mistaken for a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse – Chapter 46

.。.:✧ The Price of a Name (12) ✧:.。

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Zaped
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I couldn’t remember the last time I showered without worrying about water. \

Shaving in front of a proper mirror, using a showerhead – it had been so long.

I wasn’t going to bother doing laundry either.

I had spare clothes, and I figured I’d find some golf wear if I looked around tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

My thoughts grew heavy.

We had to leave this place by tomorrow evening at the latest.

As Camilla said, the commotion here would be visible from afar.

If it weren’t for the flock of birds, they might have attacked tonight.

The problem was where to go.

My original plan was to gather supplies and move to a bunker.

Use the bunker as a base to continue collecting supplies and survive alone in this ruined world.

From my conversations with Camilla, I learned that all the bunkers I knew of were within protected human zones.

A worse possibility also occurred to me.

What if it hadn’t been built yet? What if the bunker’s location had changed?

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Are you still not done washing?”

A gruff voice. Camilla.

Come to think of it, I had been in there a while.

I quickly dried myself, put on a bathrobe, and went out.

It was a robe-like top that fastened like a coat and shorts tied with a drawstring.

“Sorry.”

Was it the steam from the shower?

Camilla took a step back.

Pouting, she grabbed a bath basket and went inside.

I wondered if I had done something wrong.

“Hey.”

Camilla poked her head out and called me.

“What.”

“…You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

I had some bruises from running and tumbling all day.

Several places stung from rubbing against my clothes.

“So?”

“…Don’t get dressed. Wait for me to finish showering. I need to treat your wounds.”

Before I could say, ‘How do I know when you’ll be done?’, she closed the door.

Whatever, I thought.

Might as well clean my gun.

I laid out the parts on the desk.

“You’ve worked hard, buddy. I’ll get you a new barrel when I find a good one.”

Barrels were essentially consumables.

Mine was still okay, but the slightly widening shot group was a concern.

My shoulder had started to hurt, which might have been because I wasn’t holding it properly.

I cleaned my gun and Camilla’s too.

I was almost finished reassembling my pistol when Camilla came out.

Her face was flushed, and a towel covered her wrapped-up hair.

She hesitated again when she saw what I was doing.

“…Why are you cleaning my gun without asking?”

“The gun asked me to wash it too.”

“Go wash your hands. Thoroughly, with soap.”

Now I was getting annoyed.

I was too tired to get angry, though.

I wondered if she was the type to take out her frustrations on others after all that hardship.

Well, she asked, so I meticulously scrubbed my hands.

I looked for a towel and saw… panties hanging on the towel rack.

Black lace panties.

Hanging there brazenly as if they were a towel.

They smelled of soap, as if carefully laundered.

Did she forget?

But did Camilla ever forget anything?

This wouldn’t do.

I had already used up all my concentration for the day.

I’d just pretend I didn’t see anything. It would be easier for both of us.

“Are you done?”

No, this wouldn’t do.

I had to say something.

She was really pushing it…

“What, what are you doing?”

I rarely stuttered.

Camilla, half-naked, sat on the floor with her back to me.

Beside her lay the opened and a hunting knife.

Her top was spread out on the floor like a carpet, and she was using a towel to cover her breasts.
“…I was going to ask you to put some medicine on my back, but you kept getting distracted! It hurts like hell!”

“And what’s with the knife?”

“To kill you if you touch anywhere else. I have absolutely no intention of exchanging trust with you in ‘that’ way!”

Her back was… quite something.

Covered in bruises.

A gruesome purplish-black.

The worst part was her right shoulder blade, which was swollen and yellowish.

It was astounding how she had managed to run, shoot, and fight with such injuries.

“No, Camilla. This doesn’t look like something medicine can fix.”

“I’ve been running around just fine until now.”

Even so, it was too severe.

Her right shoulder blade seemed to be fractured.

“Wait a minute.”

I excused myself and rummaged through my bag in the corner.

I pulled out the ‘Kibele Comprehensive Medical Kit’.

It contained everything from burn and cut treatments to hemostatic agents and even a fracture kit.

“Hey, that’s incredibly expensive and rare!”

Camilla tried to turn towards me but stopped, seemingly remembering her state.

She looked, but in doing so, her shorts’ drawstring came undone.

Perhaps they were a little too big for her slender waist, they loosened limply.

This wasn’t my fault; it was just the shorts.

So, the fact that I caught a glimpse of her butt crack was…

No. But shouldn’t that be covered?

Was she not wearing underwear?

“What are you doing, put it away!”

Moving like that would only make the shorts slide down further.

“No, look, Camilla. That’s not the point. You’re seriously injured. Seriously injured, and…”

Furious, Camilla spun around.

“Put it away!”

“Okay, just pull up your shorts!”

Oh. I said it.

Like dropping a dish, our gazes fell downwards.

“Uh, uh.”

Camilla unconsciously dropped the towel she was holding.

“Uh?”

Exposing her breasts,

“Uh? Uh? Uh uh, uh uh? Uh, ah, ahhh!”

The sudden movement sent a jolt of pain through her, and she collapsed forward.

It looked like some kind of… yoga pose.

Lying flat on her stomach, her buttocks pushed up in the air.

Her shorts were half-pulled down.

“Uh, uh… uh…”

She seemed to have short-circuited.

I pretended not to notice and opened the comprehensive medical kit.

I cut the gauze with the included scissors, applied the medicine, and carefully placed it on her back.

Camilla’s hands fumbled to pull up her shorts, but… this time her breasts were pressed against the floor.

Soft, round, large…

“Nooo.”

“Hold still. I’ll mess it up.”

Please, just stay still. You’re pressing them flatter.

“Ooh.”

She tried to endure it, but she trembled.

It was even more stimulating.

Her back muscles flexed prominently.

Not bulky, bodybuilder-like muscles.

They were smooth and well-defined.

Her S-curved erector spinae muscles were particularly impressive.

Every time she tensed her back and waist in pain, her shoulders, back, and buttocks twitched, making their movements clearly visible.

Even when I touched one spot, the surrounding muscles moved in concert.

Like a dancer.

People who don’t exercise move like wooden puppets, but flexible people move like ripples on water touched by a fingertip.

“…Hey.”

Her voice was nasally, probably from crying and the shower.

“What.”

“Are we really just a business relationship?”

I wondered if she was sulking because of what I said earlier.

“Then what are we?”

“Is that really all it is?”

I was afraid that answering would start another fight, so I lightly pressed a less injured area.

It was a mistake.

The cobra lying on her back writhed.

Wow.

Was that even humanly possible?

“It’s not like we have no relationship at all.”

I mumbled vaguely. Camilla continued.

“…You know what? I almost cried when you fell. I was scared. Terrified. The infection rate is low, but it’s still not good to come into contact with that stuff.”

How did she know?

“Camilla, you asked, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why would you?”

“Seeing as you know right away, you must have asked too, Johan.”

“Just in case. I mean, that’s not something you should worry about.”

Camilla turned her head away. Her body trembled slightly.

“…If I hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t have gone. If you had stuck to your plan, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. You wouldn’t have pushed yourself so hard. Do you know what I regret?”

“No.”

“I saw you on the 5th floor of the shopping center, dragging your feet and stumbling because you were exhausted. That’s why I tried to take your bag. I backed off because I know how stubborn you are, but I regret it. I should have just stabbed you in the thigh and carried both you and the bag.”

I finished applying the gauze.

I cut and applied the absorbent pad as I thought of what to say.

“Camilla. I chose to do that. You didn’t ask me to come, did you? I just went to get my stuff. It has nothing to do with you.”

“It does.”

“I’m done. You can get up now. After you put on some clothes.”

This time, she didn’t argue.

Although she winced a little, she got up and put on her bathrobe.

But she turned towards me without fastening it.

Though not as large as Cassandra’s, her ample breasts, the defined abs below, and the slightly protruding lower belly looked soft.

And that’s how it happened.

While I was distracted, Camilla took a step closer and wrapped her arms around my neck from behind.

Her calloused hands grasped the nape of my neck, thumbs pressing behind my ears.

Then she kissed me.

Taken aback by the sudden action, I opened my mouth to ask what she was doing, and something wet and salty slipped inside.

“Mmm. Mmm.”

Clumsy movements, as if imitating something she’d seen somewhere.

She just pressed her tongue against mine.

Tongues weren’t hands. It wouldn’t be held like that.

“Hmm. Mmm.”

If it weren’t for the feel of her bare skin against mine through the open robe.

“Ah.”
If it weren’t for her tongue poking my teeth and her pained gasp.

I instinctively tried to embrace her, but remembering her back, I lightly touched her shoulders instead.

The posture became a little more comfortable.

I responded to her tongue, figuring neither of us knew what we were doing anyway, so the method didn’t matter.

Startled by the contact, she pulled back.
I followed, preventing our lips from parting.

After what felt like an eternity, long enough to make me wonder if I’d suffocate standing up, Camilla pulled away.

She sucked on her lip, glistening with saliva.

“…Why?”

My first thought was disbelief. I couldn’t bring myself to look down, so I just met her eyes.

“If you’re infected, now I will be too.”

“So why are you doing this?”

“You said our relationship was business, right?”

She tilted her head slightly and looked at me provocatively.

“Then let’s merge. Or if it’s too early for a merger, a partnership is fine. If something happens to you because of me, I’ll take responsibility too.”

She pressed her hand against her chest and touched her lip with a finger.

Her tongue darted out to lick the tip of her finger.

Just like models in advertisements.

But her robe was still open.

She swayed her hips slightly, her body wriggling.

If she had a tail, it would have been wagging furiously.

“Why? It’s just like signing a contract. You don’t see me as a woman or anything because of this, do you? That’s impossible. You’re good at drawing lines, aren’t you? I can do that much too.”

“…Right.”

“You lie so shamelessly.”

Camilla glanced down at my lower body and quickly looked away.

She tried to smile, but she looked quite surprised.

There was no way to hide it. I hadn’t planned on saying this, but…

“What did you hang in the bathroom?”

“Huh?!”

A moment later, Camilla returned, her face crimson.

Thankfully, she was dressed.

“…Thanks to someone, I’m never getting married.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“Whatever. Take your clothes off. Let me apply the medicine.”

“I can do it myself.”

“Business, Business, My business partner.”

Camilla grabbed the front of my robe and opened it.

I froze for a moment but managed to maintain eye contact.

“Ahem. I, I won’t see you as a man either, okay? And I, I’m not interested in men weaker than me. And you touched my bare skin too, right? I, I’ll touch yours too! That’s fair value!”

“I guess it is.”

Fair value. I couldn’t argue with that.

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How to Be Mistaken for a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

How to Be Mistaken for a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2023 Native Language: Korean
I was transported into a hardcore zombie apocalypse game that I played for over 1,000 hours. But the world is much more intact than I remember. For now.

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KokokO
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