Souvenir

At this moment, Howard noticed clear bite marks on Quinn's buttocks.

Howard leaned over to compare the marks.

The bite was much smaller than his mouth, likely made by a child zombie.

During a casual chat with Isaiah, he mentioned a little girl who used to hold Quinn's dress, who likely turned into a zombie and bit Quinn.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for others to reach such a hidden spot.

No wonder Quinn never disclosed why she had a fever; she knew she was bitten.

But given her conservative and reserved nature, how could she reveal such a private part to anyone?

She would rather turn into a zombie and die than be discovered!

However, these imprints did not detract from her beauty; instead, they added a touch of flawed beauty to her perfect buttocks and thighs.

Howard gently pulled the fabric aside, sliding it down to her knees, parting her smooth calves.

Then, with both hands, he embraced her full, round form and slowly advanced into the deep, secluded valley.

Previously, when he tamed Miranda, it was due to a lack of experience.

He didn't know how to quickly increase intimacy.

But now he understood, so there was no need for preliminaries, he got straight to the point!

"Ah!!"

Another soul-stirring scream.

This sound even made Isaiah react from behind the screen.

Quinn was too provocative, usually appearing quiet and demure, smiling without showing her teeth, dressing conservatively.

Didn't expect that just a massage would elicit such enchanting moans.

If this were in bed, then surely...

If my girlfriend had this charm, I would die a happy man.

Thinking this, Isaiah looked at Cyril with envy.

Cyril was undecided; he had never heard Quinn make such sounds before.

Even when encountering bugs or the like, she wouldn't scream like this.

The sound was like feathers continuously tickling his heart, making him itch in a way he couldn't scratch.

"It's just a massage, Quinn is frail, don't apply too much pressure!" Cyril said with a forced laugh.

His words seemed to be an explanation for Isaiah, but also a self-reassurance.

This time, no matter what, he couldn't rush in again, especially after the recent misunderstanding, when he had to kneel to keep Howard from leaving.

If he made another mistake and Howard really left, Quinn would be in serious trouble, and it would be because of his own narrow-mindedness.

So, no matter what, he had to hold back.

"Quinn, just bear with it a bit. If it's too much, just scream, it's okay, just cooperate with Doctor Howard! I'll be right outside, call me if you need anything!"

Cyril couldn't help but shout through the screen.

He thought, given Quinn's conservative nature, if Howard really tried to take advantage, she would definitely scream.

That would give him a reason to burst in.

"I understand, I will... will cooperate well... ah... ah!"

Quinn's voice trembled, and the chair also emitted a rhythmic creaking noise as it rocked.

"Quinn is doing very well; I'm performing an in-depth treatment, and she's stronger than I imagined!" Howard, holding Quinn's ankles, lifted her small feet. From this angle, every time the erect penis charges fiercely into Quinn's vagina deeply.

Quinn bit into her wedding dress, gripping the chair tightly with both hands, striving to make no sound at all.

Her chest pressed against the chair, rubbing constantly with each thrust from behind.

The low-cut gown was already loose, and after a few thrusts, it slipped down, exposing one soft breast while the other remained barely covered by the gown.

Such a scene only fueled desire even more.

Indeed, she was different from Miranda.

Miranda was loud and unabashed, almost as if she wanted the whole building to hear her.

Her voice was indeed high-pitched and melodious.

Quinn, on the other hand, was more reserved, only letting out a sound when she could no longer hold it back, at the peak.

Only then, accompanied by violent convulsions of her body, would she moan softly.

Yet, these rare, subdued moans were particularly enticing.

"Huff... huff... have you had enough?" Quinn turned her head to look at the man behind her who had taken her again and again, filled her over and over, almost to the point of death, her eyes mixed with love and hatred.

Six times, a full six times! She herself had lost count, her mind going blank repeatedly.

The love was due to an inexplicable surge of dependence and attachment to Howard, feeling that whatever he did to her was justified, and she could not defy his will.

The hatred stemmed from a sense of shame and rationality; her fiancé was just behind a screen.

They had been together for years without even holding hands.

Yet today, Howard had touched and kissed her, everywhere, appropriate or not.

This made her feel somewhat guilty towards Cyril.

"Not enough, there's one last step left!" Howard gestured for Quinn to turn around and crawl in front of him.

Quinn obediently crawled over, and before Howard could instruct her, it already slapped against her face.

Seemingly by instinct, she opened her mouth and managed to swallow, her tongue awkwardly starting to work.

"Ding! Quinn intimacy level +35, skill activated: Scout's Eye!"

Scout's Eye: Allows you to see through the level and abilities of zombies and monsters!

"Ding! You've earned one lottery draw, would you like to draw now?"

"Yes!"

"Ding! You have drawn 'Fearless Physique'!"

Fearless Physique: Immunity to all bacterial and viral infections, and can freely control the ejaculation time, with unlimited capacity.

Finally, it arrived!

Seeing this reward, Howard smiled knowingly.

In a post-apocalyptic world, lacking immunity to viruses meant no matter how strong one was, one would always be on edge.

Because a simple scratch from a powerful zombie could be the end.

Now, Howard no longer needed to panic, unless he was fatally attacked, he could fight to the end.

As for the ability to control bullet timing and having unlimited ammunition, that was even more convenient.

Sometimes—like during feeding—time didn't need to be long; the focus was to fill the female zombies' stomachs.

As long as he was satisfied and they were fed, that was enough.

If there was nothing else to do at night and time was plentiful, then it was possible to extend this time, letting both parties fully enjoy the pleasures of love.

Howard could even indulge in filling them up completely in a short amount of time, just to see who could take more and who less.

And if he had had this skill earlier, it wouldn't have taken hours with Quinn.

"Are we done now?"

Quinn knelt before Howard, lifting her face filled with sorrowful eyes.

She knew she couldn't resist Howard; if he wanted another round, she'd have to obediently present herself for his arrival.

Now, Quinn only hoped this ordeal would end soon; she didn't know how to face her fiancé Cyril anymore.

"It's done, but I'll keep this as a souvenir," Howard said, stuffing a piece of lace fabric into his pocket.