Best Friends -1-
"Nya nyanya~♥" "The air's nice."
It was the heart of a city so thick with death energy it could kill you, shrouded in heavy fog. Maybe because of the shadow monsters, the death energy was even denser here than in other areas, which felt really good to me as an undead. Sure, to a normal human it'd look like a ghost-infested yin pit, but anyway, we were having a smooth stroll.
"Alright, mark your territory."
"Nya nyanya~♥"
-Squish!! Squish!!
-Poke!! Poke!!
"Hooook!! Onguk!!!!"
-Splurt!! Pshh pshh!!
Of course, we didn't forget the occasional territory marking along the way.
-Swish swish
-Squelch squelch
"Nya?"
-Flex!!
Then Nero's rear, crawling on all fours, looked so damn tempting that my dick got hard. But it wasn't a problem.
"You're the reason my dick's hard. Take responsibility."
I had a slutty cat right in front of me who could calm it down.
"Nya nya!! Got it, nya!!♥"
-Squelch squelch
-Squelch slurp
The moment Nero heard me, she backed up on all fours toward my dick, wedging it between her ass cheeks and rubbing seductively. The soft, firm flesh of her two cheeks massaged my shaft, sending that smooth, taut sensation straight through it.
"Master nya's dick is going into Nero's lower mouth nya~ Nya nya!!♥"
-Poke!!
-Slurp!!
-Squelch
My dick shifted from her ass crack to her pussy and plunged right in with her reverse thrust. And in that position,
-Smack!
"Nyaaang!!♥ Master nya!!♥"
I grabbed the leash connected to Nero's cat collar and yanked, matching her rhythm. Her neck jerked upward from my pull, and her hands, which had been clawing the ground on all fours, naturally lifted too.
"Getting my leash yanked by Master nya!! Feels so good nya!!♥"
It'd normally be excruciating, maybe even deadly from choking, but as an undead, Nero didn't breathe or feel pain.
"Nya nya!!♥"
-Slurp
Instead, she thrilled at the thrill of her vital neck—her "life" as a living thing—being dominated by her master, gushing love juices in excitement and pleasure.
"Shouldn't this cat who dared to make her master's dick hard get some punishment?"
-Squish!! Squish!!
-Tschup tschup!!
-Slap slap!!
I kept yanking the leash and started pistoning.
"Hooook!! Oooook!! So intense nya!! Love it nya!! Oguk!!♥"
-Squeeze squeeze!!
Pulling the leash made her pussy clamp down even tighter on my dick.
-Squeeze!!
"Oooook!!!!♥"
-Pshh pshh!!
Seemed like Nero loved it when I yanked hard, so I pulled even harder. Her flexible, tight pussy squeezed my dick with even more force. Unable to hold back, Nero squirted like a water gun.
-Squish!! Squish!!
-Tschup!! Tschup!!
"Oook!! Ngook!! Hooook!!♥"
Like that, the ruined streets echoed with lewd water sounds and beastly cries of pleasure, until soon,
"Cumming."
-Spluuurt!!
"Oooooook!!!♥"
I blasted a massive load into Nero's pussy.
-Pop
"Oook....♥"
As I pulled my dick out, I released the leash I'd been tensioning. Nero's body collapsed to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.
-Pshhh!!
-Gulp gulp!!
Her pussy, still not done climaxing, kept squirting while thick, sticky cum she couldn't swallow all poured out.
"Nya nya!! Nero's revived nya!!"
But thanks to the death energy cycle, she bounced back right after climaxing, making her earlier flop look silly. She had to guide me to the gift spot—passing out would've been a problem.
"Nyaaang!! Master nya!! How was Nero's cat pussy?♥"
Nero asked as she resumed crawling on all fours.
"Tight and felt great."
"Nya nya!! Then Master nya!! Reward me with butt slaps nya!!"
-Squelch squelch
Remembering from my memories, Nero begged for the butt slaps cats love.
"Sure."
She wasn't livestock—just my cute Living Death companion—so I didn't plan to treat her rough, but if she wanted it, why not? Plus, it turned me on. With that thought, I moved my hands.
-Slap!!
"Nyaaang!!♥"
My palm striking Nero's plump ass sent ripples across her smooth skin.
-Slap!!
-Slap!!
-Slap!!
The strikes continued—not just brute force, but artful palm strikes with perfect wrist snaps, angles, and intensity control.
-Slap slap slap!!
"Nya nyanyaang!!♥"
The more I did, the happier Nero's pleasure-drenched cries got.
And "Alright, this is the last one."
-Slap!!
"Nyaaang!!♥"
-Slurp
Just from ass slaps, Nero's pussy dripped wet. Satisfaction and bliss lit her face.
"Alright, let's resume the walk."
"Nya nya~♥ Got it nya♥"
She looked a bit disappointed—the butt slaps hit the spot—but true to her loyal Living Death nature, she followed without complaint.
We kept marking territory, or I'd lose it and shove my dick in Nero's pussy, then reward her with butt slaps. It took longer than expected, but finally,
"Here nya."
"Hoo."
We'd arrived at the destination.
"A Goddess church."
"Right nya!!"
An orphanage-attached one at that. Smaller than the goddess temple with the collapsed bell tower that Nero guided me to before, but its scale and exterior exuded undeniable reverence.
"Hoo?"
This faint holy power felt a bit gross. But just mildly—no big deal. As semi-divine undead, neither Nero nor I felt more than mild discomfort.
"Nya nya!! From Nero's material's memories, they desperately avoided touching this place nya!! And..."
-Creak
Nero, crawling on all fours, pushed the temple doors open with her hands. Inside,
"Oh?"
Four skeletons in thief, mage, priestess, and warrior gear and weapons.
"There are materials inside Master nya would like nya!!"
Nero continued explaining. For some reason, these adventurers had ventured into this ruined city—its most dangerous core due to shadow monsters. Nero recalled they were quite beautiful. The shadows attacked, of course. By sheer luck, the original Silver Flash that became Nero desperately controlled the monster to block entry, letting them refuge here, but their wounds were fatal, and they died.
Sage of Necromancy's Eye — Undead Meister skill: Inspect corpse info (top-tier efficiency)
The info flooded my head: 'Definitely inferior to my Living Death girls, but on Earth, top 0.01% beauties.'
Four women, each with distinct beauties, appeared in my mind.
"You're right. Thanks for the gift."
"Nya nya~♥ Nero can do anything for Master nya~♥"
Less detailed than direct Memento Mori memory reads, but concise personal info hit my head too.
'They were best friends. Tightly bonded.'
The three lying demurely like already dead, guarded by the standing thief skeleton, confirmed it.
But 'Quality's low.'
Not looks. As undead material, they sucked. Simply put, these four were weak in life. Green rank adventurers—superhuman on Earth, but common here. Green was the most numerous rank: solid one-person adventurers, nothing more.
And their talents weren't exceptional. Green was their ceiling.
'They knew they lacked talent.'
Regular undead fodder: mid-grade at best.
'My Living Death girls were all prodigies or powerhouses in life.'
Some bloomed fully, some cut short, some limited by era. Common thread: talents to top isekai humanity.
These four? No.
'Wastes as Living Death...'
15 elite undead slots at level 100. Not worth it, not suitable.
But good looks, so 'Simplified Living Death as maids.'
Masa held "maid chief" title but had zero underlings. Perfect for her squad.
"Hey, you lot."
I decided and spoke.
Five years ago.
-Clop clop!! Clop clop!!
A carriage raced down a field path toward the grim city in the distance.
"Aigoo... Ladies, you really going there? It's dangerous..."
The elderly coachman asked the passengers behind him, worry etched on his face.
Two of the four women spoke up.
"Hmph!! Ghosts like that don't scare me!! I'll spear 'em!!"
A red ponytail warrior with a fierce grin, red tattoos around her eyes signaling northern Ryurak Duchy origin, fondled her spear.
"Hehe~ Losers♥ Losers♥ Ghosts ain't our match!!"
A blue twintail mage in robes with staff sneered condescendingly.
"Haa... You guys... An adult's worried... Sorry for these idiots..."
A tanned brown-skinned blonde in revealing black thief gear—pouch and dagger at waist—sighed familiarly and bowed to the coachman.
"What!! Idiot?! I just stated facts!!"
"Savage's right!! We've got a priestess who can send loser♥ dummy♥ ghosts to nirvana♥!!"
"Hehe, thanks."
The demure blonde in nun robes smiled gratefully at the warrior and mage's praise.
"Heh heh, you all get along. Just ignore this old man's needless worry."
"No, it's legit dangerous."
The team leader thief—Party Four Bloom—said so, scanning her team.
"What!? Savage!? You beanpole!!"
"Loser♥ Loser♥ You are a savage♥ And I'm no beanpole!!"
"Um, everyone... Maybe stop...?"
"Haa..."
Bickering teammates. Looked like fighting at a glance, but their smiles said it was just usual play. They'd been childhood friends from the same village.
Leader thief: oldest, rough-looking but polite and calm.
Her blood sister priestess: kind to all but timid, low assertiveness.
Mage: hides insecurity complex with provocative talk, but deepest camaraderie.
Warrior: bold, straightforward, secretly caring.
Stunning looks made them known locally.
'Haa... Did we take this quest for nothing?'
Collect antiques from ancient ruins—noble money. High pay for difficulty, so accepted after deliberation. Seemed fine, but thief felt uneasy.
'After this, we're retiring.'
Last adventure.
Why retire? 'No talent.'
Harsh reality. Magic-filled world with strong women, but adventuring as pretty girls was tough. Needed top power to overcome. They knew: green rank ceiling. Common, solid, nothing special. No high-rarity jobs or talent to break through.
Saved enough to quit and find normal jobs.
"Loser♥ Loser♥"
"Hmph!!"
"Um... guys.."
Still bickering—not sisters, friends. She thought inwardly.
'Please, let us finish safe and unscathed.'
But
"Aaa... Why..."
Her wish failed.
"Why!!"
In a small church at the ruined city's heart, the thief screamed. Her sister and friends lay cold corpses before her.
-Drip
She too bled fatally from her side.
"Aaa... Aaaak!! Why!! Why!! Why us!!"
The unimaginable monster here killed them. Warrior spotted ambush on entry, shielded friends, throat slit by shadow.
Priestess desperately healed dead warrior, heart pierced.
Mage and thief dragged bodies fleeing; mage's legs severed pre-church from exhaustion, bled out.
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
"Euhk... H-heuk..."
Tears of grief and despair.
Her gaze fixed on the worn but majestic Goddess Luminus statue.
"Answer me!! You're a god!! Why this?! What'd we do wrong!!"
She knew it was misplaced rage, but she had to vent or go mad. Maybe already mad?
"Tell me... Please..."
No answer. Goddess couldn't micromanage.
"Give 'em back..."
Desperate plea slipped out.
"Please... Return my comrades..."
No reply.
-Rustle
Dark shadows approached from behind.
"Aaa..."
-Rustle
Shadows enveloped the despairing thief. Endless darkness.
"Please..."
Just as all ended,
-Whoooong...
Sudden pale light bloomed before her like sunrise, filling the church.
-Rustle
Shadows fled the light.
And
"Aaa..."
-Rustle
Her "dead" comrades rose, slowly walking toward the pale light.
"Guys... Ah..?"
Dead rising. Abnormal, but she didn't care. They moved again. Enough.
"T-take me too.."
She reached for her advancing comrades.
And to her voice,
-Rustle
"Aaaa.."
They smiled, extending hands.
"Yeah... Together again..."
Grabbing the hand, she walked with them into the pale light.
"Get horny."
[Flashback content above]
I eyed the four new undead.
"Death Assassin"
"Sua..."
Death Assassin
"Death Priest"
"Friss~"
Death Priest
"Dullahan"
"Uuu!!"
Dullahan
"Frozen Revenant"
"Uhit♥ Uhiiit♥"
Frozen Revenant
All mid-grade undead. Dressed in slutty maid outfits like Masa's.
I lined them up, formed a square frame with thumbs and index fingers of both hands.
"Title."
I framed them like a photo.
"Best Friends..!!"