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The next morning – hotel restaurant.

"Mom, aren't you eating breakfast?"

Saya Takagi glanced curiously at her mother, Yuriko, who sat empty-handed while she herself was juggling a sandwich in one hand and a carton of milk in the other.

"Uh... I already ate before you guys got up."

Yuriko's expression stiffened slightly, and she let out a small, involuntary burp as she spoke.

"You were up that early?"

Saya took a sip of milk. "No wonder I couldn't find you this morning when I wanted to talk."

"...Couldn't sleep," Yuriko replied calmly. "So I got up and walked around a bit."

"That so?" Saya sighed, clearly relating. "I guess I'm the same. Living in this ten-person world now—well, nine—it's starting to wear on me. And with whatever's coming after the worlds merge, who knows what kind of future we're walking into…"

Seeing her daughter had no suspicions, Yuriko subtly rested a hand on her lower belly, exhaling in relief.

—Yeah, she was lying. She hadn't slept at all last night.

In fact, she was treated really roughly.

Thankfully, while her body had been at the limit, the warm semen that had poured into her from him had some kind of mysterious, almost magical effect.

Before knocking on Veyron's door last night, she'd just been a healthy, average adult woman.

But when she left his room this morning, not only was she not tired—she felt stronger than ever. Strong enough to crush bricks with her bare hands like they were foam blocks.

Yuriko couldn't help but feel like her gamble last night had granted her a miracle of the same caliber.

If Veyron were part of some mythological pantheon, Yuriko had no doubt he'd be a top-tier god. And the "blessing" she'd received? Definitely not some ordinary gift.

She burped again, quietly. A sweet aroma rose from her belly, and her face flushed as the memories from just a few hours ago crept back into her mind.

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After breakfast.

Unlike usual, Veyron didn't just let everyone—except Saeko Busujima—go off and do their own thing.

Instead, using his telekinesis, he drew a large circle in the sand.

"Half an hour of jogging?"

Everyone stared at him, confused.

"I've been thinking… about the whole 'bonding' thing," Veyron said. "I've got a theory. Not sure if it'll work, but it's worth a try."

"This level of exercise shouldn't be a problem for any of you, right?"

"Of course not."

Yuriko, who was more or less the unspoken leader of the group due to her age, maturity, and experience, nodded. "Honestly, even if we were carrying weapons, food, and water, most of us could keep running for way longer than thirty minutes."

In an apocalyptic world, good physical condition wasn't optional—it was the bare minimum.

"Alright then," Veyron gestured. "Let's get started."

"..." x9

The nine women obeyed without protest, forming three groups of three just like before, and began jogging within the boundary he'd drawn in the sand.

A few minutes in, Veyron frowned slightly. "...Was I wrong?"

But then, after a few more minutes, he gave a small nod. "Nope. Nailed it."

By the time the thirty-minute jog wrapped up, the result was clear: aside from Yuriko Takagi—who didn't even break a sweat—the rest of the women were breathing heavier to varying degrees.

Veyron was now completely certain of his discovery.

He sent a mental message to the will of the Highschool of the Dead world.

"You're a weird world."

「???」

"Don't play dumb. You're just wrong, that's what!"

Standing on the imaginary high ground of moral superiority, Veyron righteously condemned the world's will.

The way this world handled bond gains? What kind of nonsense is this?! Shaking boobs? Seriously?!

Based on what he'd observed during the jog, he had it figured out:

Every time Saeko Busujima's chest bounced a hundred times.

Or Rei Miyamoto's, Shizuka Marikawa's, Saya Takagi's, or Alice's bounced six hundred times.

Or Yuriko Takagi's, Kiriko Miyamoto's, Rika Minami's, and Asami Nakaoka's bounced eight hundred times…

He gained 0.01% bond progress on the system screen.

The three "tiers" could stack, but clearly, Saeko gave the best bond-per-bounce return rate, with a clean 1% every 10,000 shakes.

However—here's the kicker—this only applied when they were moving on their own.

If he helped move them… as the one carrying the bond mission… the efficiency skyrocketed by a factor of a hundred.

Meaning Yuriko's tier? It only took 18 shakes with his help to gain 0.01%.

He had noticed something was off during last night's wild time with Yuriko—he got a hands-on sense of it.

He enjoyed Yuriko's boobs for real. It was a bonding AND bounding night.

Now that he'd pinpointed the method of gaining bonds, the rest was just a matter of performance.

Telling them the blunt truth? Yeah, no. Definitely not happening.

Unless those nine women could actually see the bond meter themselves, any explanation he gave would sound like he was just making excuses to start a private adult video.

So for now, he'd hold off on starting the bond-bound mode for anyone except Yuriko.

First, he needed a way to motivate the others to run more for more shakes…

BOOM!!!

With a deafening crash, Veyron dropped a massive sea beast—easily over a thousand meters long—onto the open ground near the hotel.

Everyone stared, completely dumbfounded, at the mountain-sized monster.

"This is a little something I hunted down in another world," Veyron explained calmly. "It's extremely nutritious and easy to digest. Eating it will rapidly boost your physical condition."

Then he dropped the real bomb.

"From now on, this will be your main food source. Once you're full, everyone except Saeko will begin training—100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, 100 squat jumps, and a 10-kilometer run. The harder you work, the faster I gain bonds in this world."

"…So that's why you didn't eat breakfast this morning, huh, Mom?"

Saya looked at Yuriko, putting the pieces together.

"No wonder…"

Saeko and Rika both exchanged looks, realizing just how ridiculously in-shape Yuriko had seemed during the jog earlier—even more so than the younger ones.

"I ran into her earlier," Veyron added casually, before Yuriko could speak. "She helped me test out a few things."

"We all should thank Yuriko for her amazing boo—bountiful contributions!!"

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