(A Little Earlier)
Maylena sat in her room, thick with the scent of wine and luxury. Her slender, elegant fingers confidently tapped the graphic button on the system's blue panel.
The purchase of a ticket to Saeko's world was complete.
Instantly, the room erupted in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors – red, gold, and violet flashes swirling in the air like fireworks at a festival. The light was so dazzling it could have burned the eyes of an unprepared observer, but Maylena, as if anticipating this, had already donned dark sunglasses with gold frames. She lazily reached for a crystal bowl of popcorn, crunching on the airy kernels, and cast an impatient glance at the diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist.
How long must I wait? she thought irritably, her brows furrowing and lines appearing on her forehead.
The longer this light show continued, the more agonizing her anxiety became.
What if something happens to my Saeko? What if some sleazy main character seduces her?! I must hurry! she mentally wailed, her heart pounding in her chest, weaving together excitement and jealous rage.
Finally, the dark gods seemed to hear her pleas.
The special effects receded like the tide, and a golden ticket hung suspended in the air, shimmering with a ghostly, almost unearthly light. Maylena leaped up, her black silk robe slipping from her shoulders, indecently exposing her pale skin. She greedily snatched the ticket, her fingers already poised to tear it and instantly transport herself to Saeko's world, but suddenly she froze, as if struck by an electric shock.
Damn it, I'm not prepared! — she gasped in panic, tossing the ticket away as if it were diseased.
It floated gently down to the parquet floor like an autumn leaf, while Maylena, like a hurricane, dashed toward the wardrobe.
The closet, overflowing with dresses, was a true sanctuary of fashion – provocative outfits, somber gothic attire, daring orange accents, all screaming of her unique style. She frantically rifled through the hangers, muttering curses under her breath.
Damn, damn it! Why didn't I think this through beforehand?!
The robe traitorously slipped, revealing more and more of her flawless curves, but Maylena was too absorbed in the agonizing choice.
"How will I appear before Saeko? What should I wear when I appear before her?!" Tears of despair welled up in her eyes, and she collapsed to the floor, clutching a heap of silk and lace garments.
Of course, she could just wear her robe and slippers, but Maylena cared far too much for that!
She longed to be elegant, captivating, and stylish, to make maiden hearts flutter with just one look.
Isn't that what all true heartbreakers dream of?
Therefore, appearance was crucial!
Maylena indulged in a bit more despair, but still pulled herself together, because time was relentlessly running out!
With every second, something terrible could happen to Saeko!
So, she started to quickly tidy herself up, starting with the bathroom.
Yes, Maylena was trying to win precious minutes to finally decide on her outfit, and therefore went to think in the shower, carefully washing every cell of her body so that her skin shone with freshness and purity.
She carefully scrubbed with a washcloth, humming under her breath:
"For Saeko, everything must be perfect!"
Emerging from the shower, she combed her long, raven-colored hair, lightly touched up her lips and eyes, choosing a light but seductive makeup. Then she returned to the dresses, thoughtfully muttering:
"Hmm… black and orange stripes? Or orange and black?" She squinted, holding up two almost identical dresses.
The choice seemed cosmically difficult, because they were almost indistinguishable!
Finally, she chose a black dress with daring orange inserts, favorably emphasizing her curves, and shoes with killer high heels. Approaching the mirror, Maylena stared at her reflection, slightly lifting her breasts with her hands, making them coquettishly bounce.
What a beauty I am! Stunning! she mentally praised herself, smirking smugly.
"I hope Saeko likes it. And if she doesn't… I can't be held responsible!" Licking her lips predatorily, she picked up the ticket from the floor and tore it.
Flash! This time without extra special effects. Maylena blinked, and her surroundings instantly changed. She found herself in a dark, blood-soaked corridor, where the air was heavy with the stench of death and decay.
"No! Help! Aaa!"
Maylena saw hordes of zombies latch onto an unfortunate man, tearing his flesh apart. Mangled bodies were scattered everywhere, pools of blood, death rattles could be heard. Her lips stretched into an ecstatic smile.
Ah, now this is what I'm talking about! The world knows how to greet guests! She took a deep breath, enjoying the atmosphere of chaos and suffering. This was her element.
"No! Save me! I beg you!"
Suddenly, her gaze caught a running guy, desperately fleeing from a crazed mob of zombies. Sweat streamed down his face, but Maylena involuntarily noted:
Pretty handsome… for a man.
She had never been interested in men, her passion belonged entirely to women, but even she could appreciate the impeccable aesthetics. However, her eyes immediately flashed with malice.
A handsome guy is a threat to my girls! flashed through her head, her gaze becoming murderous.
***
The guy ran like a man possessed, his legs barely keeping up with his frantically pounding heart. His sweat-drenched face was contorted in a grimace of despair. In the murky haze of panic, his gaze suddenly snatched Maylena from the chaos.
She stood like a vision, clad in a black dress with daring orange flares. A cascade of flowing hair framed her face, and a predatory gaze burned right through him, making her look like a goddess unexpectedly appearing in this hell.
God, what a nymph! flashed through the guy's mind, and his body responded with a primal impulse. A desire to pounce, to possess this beauty by force, scorched his blood. But the living dead swarmed around, turning this prospect into madness bordering on suicide.
"Rrrr… u-u-u!"
He frantically weighed his options. Abandon her to be torn apart, gaining precious seconds? Or grab her hand and run together, and then… take advantage of the moment when the danger passed?
The choice tore him apart: immediate salvation or the promise of future pleasure?
A decision had to be made instantly!
And he bolted toward Maylena, who, with slight bewilderment and undisguised curiosity, watched the approaching "critter," tilting her head slightly to the side. When his fingers touched her hand, Maylena froze, and the guy felt as if an electric current had shot through him.
This silkiness… this fragrance… is driving me crazy! flashed through his head. The delicate scent and velvety skin aroused an unbearable excitement.
"What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here!" he shouted in panic, tugging her along.
He hadn't taken even a couple of steps when he collapsed to the ground. Looking around in confusion, he didn't immediately realize what had happened. But when he tried to get up, an icy horror gripped him: his arm was gone!
A severed limb flashed before his eyes, spurting blood. In a daze, he turned and saw her – the beautiful woman, but her face… it was distorted with such malice and hatred that his soul froze with fear.
She was holding his hand!
Tears sprang from his eyes, and he croaked with trembling lips:
"W-what…?"
Consciousness began to fade, but suddenly a surge of energy and a burning sensation washed over him, and his eyelids snapped open again. His arm was back!
"Ooo, did you think you'd get away that easily?" Maylena's loud, commanding voice boomed, sending shivers down his spine.
He looked up and froze in terror: corpses! There were an unthinkable number of them! They surrounded him in a tight circle, watching him like cornered prey.
"Ha-ha-ha!" a sinister laugh echoed, chilling his blood.
"W-what's happening? What's going on here?" he whispered in despair, pressing his good hand to the spot where the wound had just been. His brain frantically tried to make sense of the loss and the miraculous return of his limb.
His mind teetered on the brink of madness.
But what did Maylena care about his sanity?
She wouldn't have even glanced at him if he hadn't dared to touch her!
How dare he touch me? A filthy cockroach! No, worse than a cockroach!
She was in a rage that words couldn't express. A cockroach would have been preferable to "this."
Maylena didn't know what to call this pathetic creature; her vocabulary was insufficient to describe the depth of her contempt. And he was going to just die like that?
Ha! Who would allow him to?
A malicious thought pierced her mind. She narrowed her eyes, and the corpses, as if obeying an invisible command, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, staring at their trembling prey. Maylena took control of them.
Snapping her fingers, she created a magical space – the Dungeon of Eternal Torment (a spell inspired by Overlord magic, like Grasp Heart or Black Hole, but with her unique chaotic flair). Zombies, obeying her will, surrounded the guy even more tightly.
"You may begin the feast!" she commanded, her voice sweet but chilling to the bone.
"No!" the guy cried out in despair, but the zombies had already begun. They gnawed at his flesh, slowly, agonizingly, tearing at his skin and muscles. His screams of agony filled the space. When it seemed all was over, the guy's body came back to life, and he looked around in horror, not understanding what was happening.
And the corpses started all over again.
And Maylena laughed evilly to herself, savoring his eternal suffering, his inability to die or go insane.
"Enjoy your eternity, buddy!" she said finally, casting a fleeting glance at his torment. Then she stopped, slapped herself on the forehead, and shook her head as if she had forgotten something.
Tossing the guy's arm aside like garbage, she approached one of the corpses, greedily devouring its prey.
Slightly lifting her dress, she carefully, trying not to step in the blood, approached him.
"Ahem… terribly sorry…"
"RrrrRr?" the corpse made an inarticulate sound, stopping its meal and turning to her in bewilderment.
"I won't keep you! But I'll just ask one question. Do you know which way Fujima Academy is?" Maylena asked with impeccable manners.
Yes, she might be vulgar, reckless, immoral, and evil, but even evil has its proprieties! And you should always be polite!
The corpse scratched its head in confusion and, suddenly remembering something, pointed its finger in a certain direction.
"Thank you! You've been so kind!"
"Rrrr!"
"Yes, yes, I'm leaving! Bon appétit!"
She gracefully withdrew, not wanting to disturb the zombie in its "important business."
What cute creatures, so quiet, calm… much better than these screaming "save-me-help-me" humans! she reasoned, her mood noticeably improved.
Zombies aroused more sympathy in her than the living, with their hackneyed pleas. But thoughts of Saeko brought her back to her goal.
Maylena activated the 3rd rank spell Fly, her body enveloped in a dark aura, and she soared into the air. Seeing the outlines of Fujima Academy in the distance, she rushed there at full speed, her heart burning with anticipation.
***
(Present tense)
Maylena clings to Saeko, never breaking contact, savoring every moment, and continues to caress her body. The victim in her hands begins to blaze with heat, the violet-haired girl's face flushes crimson, and she moans hotly.
"Mmm… ah!"
But her thoughts are far away:
Why is she so strong?! I can't break free! Let me go! Saeko silently cries, and yet, overcoming herself, says:
"L-let go! Just let me go, already!"
Maylena answers in a tone that brooks no argument:
"No! Not a chance!"
"Please, let go!" The swordswoman pleads in a beseeching tone, while trying to pull her away.
"Nope!" The black-haired Osorintz giggles, clearly not intending to let go so easily!
"...P-please?" she almost whispers, her blue eyes gleaming with despair.
Their squabble sounds almost comical, but those around them, gradually recovering from the explosion, are in shock.
Saya adjusts her glasses, slightly cracked, with a trembling hand, and this irritates her even more. She looks around, scanning the surroundings, thinking:
Damn it! It's too noisy!
Yes, Saya hasn't forgotten that they're, like, still in a building flooded with corpses, and it's only a matter of time before they come!
And once again, Saya is right, but it brings her no joy!
Her gaze is fixed on the endless stream of bodies looming toward them, cutting off their escape routes.
The exits are cut off, the ring of zombies is closing. Saya, in a panic, mentally exclaims:
We're trapped!
Despair creeps into her mind, but her gaze falls on the cause of the chaos – Maylena.
"Y-you… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Saya shouts, her voice trembling with anger, tears springing from her eyes. This woman appeared out of nowhere, brought death upon them, and now… shamelessly gropes Saeko-sempai!
Maylena, looming over the swordswoman, brazenly touches her body, burying her face in her ample chest, while Saeko desperately resists. But how can an ordinary person contend with Maylena's godlike power?
Saya sees the corpses getting closer and closer, and how the fat Kohta is searching for his glasses, which have fallen to the floor, resembling a blind mole, completely defenseless, muttering:
"Where are they, damn it?"
Shizuka lies unconscious, her blonde hair scattered across the floor. Takashi, who hit the wall, is bleeding from the head, and Rei is trying to bring him to his senses, shouting:
"Takashi, wake up!"
Everything is out of control!
Their group is falling apart before they've even left the school.
Saya, deciding that the cause of their woes must pay, grabs a mop handle and rushes at Maylena. She swings, aiming for the head, but at the last moment, she slips on a pool of blood.
Oh no!
Panic is reflected on her face, and she flies headlong toward Maylena, falling on her and grabbing something soft and large!
Her hand can't fully grasp it, and the sensations are like water balloons, warm and tender!
"Ah-h!" a clear moan sounds, and Saya loses focus for a split second. When her vision returns, she freezes, because her nose has collided with the nose of this… woman!
Their eyes meet, and they stare at each other, mesmerized. Maylena is surprised and stunned by these actions, because until now her mind has been occupied with something completely different.
But now?
What's happening? she asks herself, and suddenly she's struck by a current, and she suddenly embraces Saya, who, in even greater shock, squeaks:
"Eeee!"
"Ha-ha-ha! Now this is what I'm talking about! Came for one, and I get a second! I'm already liking this world!" the dark-haired beast proclaims joyfully, and, without any words or prelude, touches her lips to Saya's pink, slightly dry lips.
Instinctively, she tries to push her away, but her hands, resting on Maylena's chest, seem to have grown to it. No matter how much strength she uses, she can't pull this crazy woman away! And at the same time, her hands sink further into the soft charms of the one who is stealing her first kiss!
Why? Why is this happening to me?!
My first kiss! It was brazenly stolen! — she exclaims, tears flowing down her cheeks, unable to utter a word, because Maylena is clearly too happy!
And yet, the dark goddess decides not to ruin the sprout and reluctantly breaks the kiss, releasing Saya. She collapses to her knees, gasping for air, coughing and wiping her lips.
"Oh… what a waste!" Maylena shakes her head, looking at Saya with slight displeasure.
Why does this cute, charming girl, who threw herself at me, now look so unhappy? Another tsundere? she asks herself and looks warmly at Saya, who is clearly furious!
Her body is still shaking, and she can't utter a word, as her mind hasn't yet fully processed what has happened.
Saeko, freed from the embrace, greedily inhales air and, staring in bewilderment from Maylena to Saya, whispers, not believing her eyes:
"Y-you… are real?!"
"Yes! As real as can be! Ha-ha-ha! Do I look like a figment of your imagination?! First of all, I'm not, and secondly… well, it's a little offensive!" Maylena declares pompously, and in her voice there's a hint of offense at being considered a figment of someone's imagination!
Saeko involuntarily feels guilty and shrinks awkwardly.
Wait a minute, why these feelings all of a sudden?
She mentally slaps herself, shakes her head, and throws an icy, searing look at Maylena, which, on the contrary, makes her smile even wider.
Saeko's threats don't scare her at all, they even amuse her!
Ooh, what cheeks! Like a grumpy hamster I once had at home! I involuntarily want to pinch them!
Maylena, as always, is incorrigible…
Meanwhile, the zombies, attracted by the noise, are getting closer and closer. Saya, still kneeling, finally comes to her senses and shouts angrily:
"It's because of you that we're all going to die!"
Shizuka, waking up, blinks and murmurs:
"Oh… what a beautiful lady…"