Chapter 1: Six Beasts

"Well, those are some fine-looking tits you have there," a man’s voice declared, followed by a loud duo of giggles.

May’s eyes snapped open in absolute darkness.

The air was thick with cheap perfume, sweat, and the unmistakable sticky-sweet reek of sex. Her back was pressed against the cool wooden wall of a closet. Through the narrow horizontal slats she could see the entire love-motel room in fragmented strips of red light.

An enormous round bed. Two pairs of long, bare female legs. And one very familiar pair of male ankles tangled between them.

Steve.

Her boyfriend of exactly sixteen days.

The one who had texted her two hours ago: "Babe, my boss gave me an important task to finish today, so I’ll stay late. Don’t wait up."

Liar.

A flood of foreign memories slammed into her skull like a truck.

She was no longer the office worker who had just died of overwork in the real world. She had transmigrated into an adult apocalypse novel as a disposable side character—the original May, a naïve college freshman.

In the original plot, that girl had followed her cheating boyfriend here, burst out of the closet in a righteous rage, tried to ambush him, and gotten backhanded so hard her skull cracked open on the corner of the glass coffee table. Instant death. End of character.

It was also all that she had read back then... So she had no idea how this story was supposed to unfold after that.

May’s new lips curled into a cold little smile.

No fucking way!

She would simply wait until the three of them finished their disgusting little party, slip out after they left, and survive. Easy. Clean. No cracked skull required.

On the bed, the two women—clearly seasoned prostitutes—were currently competing for Steve’s attention with practiced enthusiasm. One of them laughed in a high, breathy voice:

"Steve, didn’t you say you had a girlfriend? Is she as good as I am?"

"Kidding? She doesn’t even know her way around a dick," Steve groaned, clearly enjoying the way that woman was sliding her hand over his cock.

"Oh my, how innocent," the second woman laughed, pressing her giant fake boobs against his mouth. "Well, let’s get busy then."

May rolled her eyes so hard they nearly fell out of her head.

God really was looking out for her, though. Barely transmigrated and she was already getting a free live show. How thoughtful.

She settled more comfortably against the closet wall, prepared to wait the whole thing out like a professional voyeur.

Then the sounds suddenly changed.

One of the women’s moans twisted into something loud and wrong. A wet crack of breaking bone echoed through the room. Steve’s voice shot up into a pure animal shriek.

"AAAHHH—!"

May’s breath stopped.

Through the slats, she watched the woman on top of him—the one who had been laughing moments ago—suddenly arch backward at an impossible angle. Her neck split open like a blooming flower of flesh. Four sections of jaw peeled apart, revealing rows upon rows of long, needle-sharp white fangs where a tongue and teeth should have been. There was no brain matter. Only hunger.

The mutant sank those fangs into Steve’s shoulder and tore.

Blood sprayed across the red sheets in thick, arterial arcs. The second woman barely had time to scream before the thing whipped around and ripped her throat out in one savage bite. Flesh and cartilage shredded like wet paper. Both bodies convulsed, then went limp under the relentless feeding.

The stench of copper drowned out the aphrodisiac perfume.

May clapped both hands over her mouth, but a single, tiny gasp still escaped.

The feeding stopped.

The four-sectioned head slowly turned toward the closet. Those empty, fang-lined jaws dripped dark-red scraps of Steve.

"Well, well," the creature rasped in a voice that sounded like grinding glass. "Looks like I get a dessert, too."

It dropped off the bed with boneless grace and scuttled straight for the closet door.

At the brink of death, a crisp ding rang inside May’s skull.

[4D Pocket officially bound.]

[Emergency beginner survival blind box forcibly issued. Host, please claim it as soon as possible.]

A translucent 4-D pocket shimmered into existence in front of her.

May’s survival instinct detonated. She shoved her hand inside and screamed in her mind:

"An axe! Give me a fucking axe right now!"

Something heavy and solid dropped into her palm.

She yanked it out, but... It was a gigantic, glossy, bright-red dildo the size of a small baseball bat.

May’s brain short-circuited for one full second.

[What the hell kind of item is this?! Who in the world can even use this?!]

How am I supposed to protect myself against this zombie with a fucking dildo?!

She cursed the shameless system with every fiber of her being—but her body moved on pure reflex.

The closet door exploded open under the zombie’s claws. The four-sectioned maw lunged for her face.

May roared, lunged forward, and jammed the giant red dildo straight down the creature’s throat with every ounce of strength she possessed.

"URGH—!"

The mutant gagged violently, eyes bulging, claws flailing. Its entire body convulsed as the ridiculously thick toy stretched its split jaws to the absolute limit.

May didn’t wait to admire her handiwork.

She scrambled out of the closet on all fours, heart slamming against her ribs. Too slow. One wild claw raked across her calf, tearing a deep, burning gash. White-hot pain exploded up her leg.

[Ding! Survival probability detected at zero. Host is advised to break the window immediately and jump toward the southwest.]

"You useless system!" she snarled. "If I jump from here, I might break my legs!"

Behind her, the zombie had already ripped the dildo free and was charging again, jaws clicking in pure rage.

She had no choice.

Using the momentum of her tumble, May threw herself upward and crashed straight through the enormous floor-to-ceiling window.

Glass shattered in a thunderous cascade. Night air and weightlessness swallowed her whole. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for asphalt and death.

BOOM!

A heavy impact shook the vehicle beneath her, followed by the screech of shock absorbers.

Instead of pavement, her entire body crashed into a scorching embrace filled with the intense mingled scents of gunpowder and male sweat.

She had landed inside a heavily modified armored truck whose roof had been completely removed. ℯℯ𝘭.

Six giant men sat inside the vehicle.

They had just finished wiping out a small zombie horde. Fully armed and still running on the adrenaline of battle, they instantly reacted to the massive crash overhead. Several thick black gun barrels and blood-smeared combat knives shot upward in unison, all pointed toward the sky.

They had assumed a high-level mutated infected had launched a surprise attack.

Instead, what fell from above was a soft, living woman who smelled faintly of cherries.

The second-in-command, Theo, had been gripping a knife. His arm tensed as he prepared to strike her down.

Then May came crashing directly onto him, and her face landed squarely against his thighs.

Through the layer of tactical trousers, her head shifted helplessly as she tried to find leverage.

Why does he smell so... masculine? God... What a scent...

The knife in Theo’s hand froze midair.

"It’s... an actual woman..."

His white shirt was soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to his powerful chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily once.

Meanwhile, the tearing pain in May’s injured leg made it impossible for her to push herself upright.

She flailed her arms helplessly, desperately searching for something inside the jolting vehicle that she could use for support, but what she grabbed onto was... a solid, rock-hard thigh with quite an... attachment on its side.

Jack, nearly two meters tall, had been holding a heavy machine gun while keeping watch. But the instant he felt her grab him, he recoiled so violently that he nearly dropped his weapon.

His bronze-colored face turned crimson all the way to his ears, and even his naturally booming voice became flustered.

"W-What the hell just fell down?! And where are you putting your hands?!"

The air around them instantly froze.

The other men, who had been radiating murderous intent just moments ago, finally got a good look at the absurd scene before them.

Every single one of them went completely still.

The man at the head of the group, Ray, was seated at the outer edge of the truck.

His thick, muscular arms were crisscrossed with countless frightening scars, each one adding to the savage, overwhelming aura he exuded.

His gaze slowly traveled downward before finally landing on May’s small, snow-white hand, which was still resting on his friend...

"A girl just dropped out of nowhere right after we finished killing zombies?"

May stiffly raised her head and glanced around the vehicle.

Six men.

Six ridiculously rugged men, not one of whom had managed to properly put his shirt back on. Sweat and blood still glistened between the sharply defined ridges of their abdominal muscles.

At that moment, the six beasts radiating raw, untamed masculinity were all staring at her.

Their expressions were a bizarre mixture of shock and something far more heated, their intense gazes practically pinning her in place.

May’s throat tightened.

This was beyond embarrassing.

She had barely escaped being devoured by a monster, only to somehow crash straight into a den of six savage beasts!