Sebastian Jumper

"That's it, I found a firearm in the room of a friend of Big Tits. By the way, the key to the gun locker is right on the page of the Yuri hentai manga, where a mulatto and a blonde are in a 69 pose." watching the nurse, Sebastian said. Everyone looked towards Shizuka. She put her finger to her lips and tilted her head as if in disbelief. Indeed, as a smart person who graduated from medical education, she could behave like a stupid blonde. "She had rifles. She showed them to me once." "Great, who can shoot?" An awkward silence greeted him. "Uehara-san, isn't that pointing and shooting?" Komuro asked. "No, Cuckold. Don't be so stupid. I'll show you. There are only two rifles, a sniper rifle, and a shotgun." "We have to hand over these weapons to the police, sniper rifles from private individuals should be illegal!" said Miyamoto. "Yes, go and hand over your weapons to the police! I'll be rooting for you from this house." Sebastian told her. "That's not what I meant..." she deflated. "Ray. There's a zombie apocalypse outside and you're suggesting we... confront them with shovels?" Hisashi reminded her. Rey looked at him as a traitor. He was her boyfriend, but he acted like a hypocritical and narcissistic asshole! "It will be too noisy, cold weapons are quiet and do not attract zombies from all over the neighborhood." the Champion expressed her opinion. "Yes. And you're offering to get into their mouths? I can shoot and I'll teach you. The champion refused, three more." Sebastian looked appraisingly at the love triangle. The nurse seemed too useless to him, even if she was the most adult in their group. "Can you shoot?" everyone was surprised. "Boys should be able to protect themselves on the street," he chuckled. "Uehara-kun, where did you learn to shoot?" Bushijima asked. "It's... a secret!" Realizing that it was useless to question him, everyone knew about the stubbornness of the young freshman, they obediently went after him, forgetting about the shower and the dinner being prepared. "Champion, you need to watch the soup," he said. "Okay, kohai-kun," Saeko said, squinting. With the mood lifted, Sebastian led them to the second floor, to the room of the hostess of this house. Upon entering, everyone saw the scattered contents of lockers with clothes and underwear, scattered and open yuri hentai manga, and an open gun cabinet. "Uehara-san..." Rei drawled, looking at him in embarrassment. "What?" "Why did you throw it all away?" she mumbled. "I had to find the key." The five of them went to the gun cabinet. Sebastian wouldn't let them touch him. The first rule of handling a gun is to always think that it is loaded. "Look. This Is A Modified Howa Type 89. In fact, without modification, this is a Japanese rifle, a copy of the American AR-16, but now it is slightly modified for another American rifle." "Wow, cool!" said Hisashi "Uehara-san, will you show us how to shoot?" Ray said "Rika told me!" said Shizuka "Let me hold it, I want it too!" said the Cuckold "Stop! I'll show you. The first thing you do is NOT POINT WEAPONS AT YOUR ALLIES! NEVER!" "Hi!" "Let's get started. Remove the fuse. Like that. Then see if there is a loaded cartridge. Fortunately, he is not. Then aim at the target, combining the aiming bar with this thing. There is an adjustment depending on the distance. When these two pieces and the target match, you shoot. Do you understand?" After checking how they learned the knowledge, he gave them weapons. He handed the sniper rifle to the nurse. She'll be in the rear anyway. With a weapon, perhaps she could be of use. The shotgun got a Foot. It certainly wasn't a soccer ball, but there were a lot of balls. Strange, why did he think of that? Two rifles got a Cuckold and a Bitch. They were worth each other. Anyone could hit the target from a close position, within ten meters. After giving them magazines and cartridges of the right caliber to each, he went to the kitchen, leaving them with the thought of the problem of transferring ammunition. In the kitchen, he could see the Champion cooking. He stopped, watching her. "Peeping?" Saeko asked. "It's not peeping if it's right in front of you." "Perverted observation?" Bushijima asked. "I admit, there is something to watch. No, I'm looking to see if the soup is ready," he replied to her. She looked at him coldly and nodded. "Another ten minutes," she said. Sebastian sat down and took his laptop out of his backpack. Accidentally seeing a creepy book NOT MADE OF HUMAN SKIN, he shuddered! Having opened a zombie game on a dead island, he continued with the last save and continued to kill his way through zombies and aborigines. Hearing a noise from behind, he turned around, meeting Bushijima. "A zombie game?" she asked. "It's a great game. Do you want to play?" She bit her lip. "No." Turning around, she went back to the kitchen. "Problem girl," Sebastian whispered. While he was playing, he heard the others come down. Looking in their direction, he saw that they had thrown the weapon belt over their necks and were holding it in their hands. Fortunately, everyone had a fuse. They looked at what he was playing with and darkened their faces. All the joy of playing with weapons disappeared from their faces, dipping their heads into the shit that was the surrounding reality. "Dinner is ready. Let's eat. Saeko said. After washing his hands, he ignored the smell coming from the group and began to eat. Everyone no longer paid attention to how they smelled. After spending the whole day on the bus, in the heat, they began to ignore the smell of sweat, flesh, and blood. After eating in silence, the girls went to wash. Before that, Sebastian had stopped them, but he didn't care about women's privileges, which the functioning (matriarchy) society insisted on. In the real end of the world, men ruled because of their strength, unless there were Amazons with the power of the Greek gods somewhere. "We'll have to spend the night here tonight. I have a bedroom on the second floor." "There is also one bed and two sofas. How will we divide?" Komuro asked. "Either he's with his girlfriend, you're alone and two girls together, or you two have a sausage party, two girls together and one sleeps alone." "Why are you occupying the big bed alone? As a kohai, you could give your senpai a bed. Foot said irritably. "In my own right," Sebastian told him. When he saw that the dumbass didn't understand anything, he lifted him upside down to the ceiling with telekinesis. "If you want to fuck your girlfriend, do it where I can't see. Don't try to take the bed away from me because of this. Do you understand me?" he said angrily. "Yes, Uehara-dono!" screamed Foot in fright. Sebastian looked at Takashi. His eyes were shining. He liked the position of his love rival. "Hi!" it was heard from him. "That's great. I'm going to bed now. In the morning, we load the cartridges into the Humvee and drive through the water. This car can move across the river." Without listening to them, Sebastian went into the bedroom. Having put the magazines back so that they would not interfere with him, he kept a few for himself to read art. They satisfied his inner appraiser, as they corresponded to strict artistic norms and were the height of fine art, conveying complex feelings to the reader with unprecedented ease with simple features. Falling asleep, he heard a dog barking.