Last Shelter: Survival

Zombie hordes are swarming, survivors compete for loot, and you must rebuild from the ruins of your shelter!

Take command! The Zombie Army is launching its assault. The last human stronghold——no, her older brothers—have sent an urgent distress signal? Your heartbeat is the only response frequency. (Viewpoint shifts to Shen Zhining’s subjective experience, enhancing immersion and physiological details.) A cool lip, with irresistible force, presses against the hollow of her collarbone. Shen Zhining gasps sharply in surprise. Not the neck! But this place… is even worse than the neck! Clothes can cover the neck, but not here, especially in summer; a slightly lower neckline will expose it completely! “No… not here either…” She panics and tries to push him away, but her hand is easily caught again by Jiang Hexu, flipped back against her side, their fingers interlaced tightly. This posture is full of possession and confinement, leaving her unable to move. Jiang Hexu ignores her weak protests. His kiss, starting with a punishingly forceful suck on the collarbone, gradually becomes… less “gentle.” He acts like a patient, skilled craftsman, or perhaps a gourmet savoring rare dessert. He licks, sucks, and gently grinds his teeth against the tenderest tip of that fragile bone, feeling every involuntary tremor and gasp from her. An indescribable, sharp yet tingling sensation explodes rapidly from that point, spreading through her limbs like electricity. Shen Zhining’s mind goes blank; all resistance and fear are shattered under this unfamiliar, shuddering sensory impact. She can even clearly hear the faint whimpers escaping from deep within her throat. The sound makes her so shy that her toes curl up. “Jiang Hexu… you… said it would be gentle…” Her complaint is intermittent and weak, almost like coquettish scolding. Jiang Hexu finally lifts his head, lips glistening with moisture. He looks at her dazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and the fresh mark slowly appearing on her fair collarbone—brighter than those on her neck and in a more “vital” position. He extends his tongue tip to slowly lick his lower lip, as if savoring it. Then he looks at her; his eyes remain bottomless black, but the predatory gleam within them intensifies. “I was gentle.” He states calmly, with even a hint of innocence, ignoring his dominant posture and the tense atmosphere between them. “Otherwise, do you think it would be just like this?” His thumb, roughened by calluses, brushes heavily over the fresh mark bearing his warmth and scent. “Here, only I can see it.” He leans down close to her ear, speaking in a breathy voice audible only to the two of them, word by word, clear and slow: “Or do you prefer me to leave one… where everyone can see?” Warm breath sprays on her earlobe, bringing more intense tingling and palpitations. Shen Zhining stiffens completely; all words of rebuttal are blocked in her throat. She understands; this is a threat, but also a declaration. He tells her that her compromise yields not safe “gentleness,” but another form of “branding” chosen by him—a mark perhaps coverable by clothes, but undeniable before him whenever he desires. “You…” Her eyes widen at him, tears welling up again—this time from anger and genuine fear. Jiang Hexu seems satisfied with her reaction. He releases their interlocked hands and gently yet irresistibly brushes aside the strands of hair on her cheek wet with sweat and tears. “Be good.” He says softly; the huskiness in his voice hasn’t faded but strangely carries a hint of coaxing, albeit backed by absolute control. “Next time, remember to come find me actively.” “Otherwise,” he pauses, his cool fingertips sliding over her collarbone mark, triggering another deep shudder from her, “I’ll go find you in your classroom.” Shen Zhining freezes completely. Go find her in her classroom? That is equivalent to a public declaration. There are so many rumors about Jiang Hexu at school; everyone knows what kind of person he is. If he really appears at the door of her class… just imagining that scene makes Shen Zhining feel dizzy with fear. She knows this isn’t a joke. He says it, and he does it. Seeing the fear and panic quickly accumulating in her eyes, Jiang Hexu knows his threat worked. He doesn’t press further but straightens up slightly increasing the distance between them, giving her room to breathe, though the feeling of being locked onto by a large beast remains unchanged. He calmly adjusts the cuffs of his shirt, which were somewhat disheveled from their previous actions; elegant and composed, he looks completely different from when he was passionately devouring her with kisses. Shen Zhining still slumps against the edge of the table, clothes askew, the mark on her collarbone bright and conspicuous, tear tracks drying on her face, eyes unfocused, as if she has just experienced a silent hurricane. Jiang Hexu looks at her one last time; that gaze is bottomless, carrying a knowing sense of control that sees through her completely. “Remember my words, Shen Zhining.”说完，他不再看她，转身，拉开了杂物间的门。 (After speaking, he no longer looks at her, turns around, and opens the door to the storage room.) “吱呀——” The creaking sound of old hinges breaks the nearly stagnant warmth and tension inside. Light from the corridor outside spills in, outlining his tall and slightly cold back. He doesn’t look back but walks out directly, and with a “click,” considerately (or rather, ensuring no interruptions) closes the door from the outside. “Bang.” A light sound echoes. Inside the storage room, darkness and silence return. Only Shen Zhining remains, her rapid breathing and the lingering air filled with Jiang Hexu’s cool yet dominant scent. And… on her collarbone, a slightly stinging mark clearly announcing everything that just happened. Her fingers tremble as she gently touches that spot. The touch from her fingertips is warm, slightly swollen, carrying a clear sense of being branded. Tears finally burst forth again, surging silently this time. No longer just fear or shame. There is also a deeper, more complex… profound fear of the unknown fate awaiting her, completely controlled by him. She knows this is only the beginning. Jiang Hexu won’t let her off easily. And herself… that momentary immersion and shuddering just now have made her realize she might not be as firm in wanting to escape as she thought.