Zombie Domination-Chapter 313- Critical
[Domination Quest Progress]
Objective: Dori Clevick
Cum in her mouth: 3/3 (COMPLETE)
Creampie: 5/5 (COMPLETE)
Take her Virginity: 1/1 (COMPLETE)
[Dori Clevick – Domination: 100% – COMPLETE]
Congratulations! You have completed the quest.
[Reward will be granted.]
[New Skill Acquired: Critical Chance, A passive skill that synergizes with the user’s existing abilities. It does not guarantee a critical strike, but it dramatically increases the statistical probability of any attack physical or skill-based landing with devastating, amplified effect. Its potency scales with the user’s focus and the complexity of the attack performed.]
A faint, satisfied smile touched Julian’s lips. A useful skill. Exceptionally so. He turned the concept over in his mind. It’s not raw power. It’s a force multiplier. And it synergizes perfectly with my often-unreliable Luck stat. Luck provides the chaotic possibility, Critical Chance bends that chaos toward a lethal outcome. A discarded key finally finding its lock.
He let out a soft, ironic sigh, his breath stirring Dori’s hair. ’Though, my ’Luck’ still saw fit to have us trapped in a monster hive. Let’s see if this new key can turn the lock on our way out.’
He shifted gently, looking down at the two women in his arms. Clarissa met his gaze with serene, loving eyes. Dori blinked up at him, still swimming in the afterglow, her expression one of utterly blissful contentment.
He leaned down and kissed Clarissa first a soft, firm kiss of gratitude and deep affection. She returned it warmly, her hand coming up to briefly cup his jaw.
Then, he turned to Dori. He kissed her slowly, savoring her tender, responsive lips. When he pulled back, she looked dazed, a giggle bubbling up. "I... I could get addicted to that," she whispered, her face flushing anew.
Julian actually chuckled, a low, rare sound. "I will kiss you as much as you want," he promised, his voice a husky murmur. "But first, we have a job to finish."
With clear, decisive movements, he carefully disentangled himself. The mood in the room shifted instantly, the languid warmth hardening into focused resolve.
They dressed in silence, the soft sounds of fabric and buckles replacing sighs and whispers. Julian helped Dori with her gear, his touches now practical but no less gentle. Clarissa secured her hair back, her expression transforming from lover to steadfast comrade.
Julian stood, fully armed and armored once more. He rolled his shoulders, feeling not just restored, but enhanced. The Mana Infusion had replenished him, and the new skill hummed in his veins like a tuned weapon. He looked at his two women, now also ready, their eyes clear and determined.
He moved to the barricaded door, a predator’s smile gracing his lips. "Let’s go beat these damn zombies."
Dori took a tentative step forward, then winced, a sharp intake of breath hissing through her teeth. Her legs trembled, a deep, unfamiliar ache radiating from her core.
Clarissa was immediately at her side, slipping a supportive arm around her waist. "Easy, Dori. Here, lean on me." She shot a look at Julian, her tone gently chiding. "You should have been more gentle. It was her first time."
Dori shook her head, her face flushed but determined. "N-no, it’s okay! I’m fine, really. I can still run if I have to."
Julian, checking his gear, looked over. His expression was unreadable for a moment, then he nodded. "Clarissa is right. I was... overly forceful. I should have shown more restraint with you." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Dori waved her hands frantically, looking embarrassed. "No, no, no! That’s not what I meant at all!" She looked down, her voice dropping to a shy mumble. "I... I enjoyed it. A lot. The... the feeling of you... not being gentle. It was... intense."
A slow, knowing smile spread across Clarissa’s face. "Oh my. It seems our little Dori isn’t as innocent as she looks."
"Claire! That’s not—! I just meant—!" Dori sputtered, her entire face turning crimson.
Julian chuckled, the sound warm in the tense air. He walked over and cupped Dori’s cheek. "If you’re still feeling this bold and energetic later, after all this is over, I’ll gladly continue where we left off. As... intensely as you’d like."
"Julian!" Clarissa interjected, though she was smiling. "Don’t encourage her like that right now. Even if she enjoyed it, you need to show some restraint. Her body needs to recover."
Dori just stood there, mortified yet secretly thrilled, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Julian’s smile softened into something more serious. He placed a hand on Dori’s head. "Rest is what you will do now. You have helped more than enough. You saved us with your Conceal, and you gave me the strength to continue." He stepped back, and a shadow peeled away from the wall, forming into a perfect, silent copy of Julian. "My shadow will stay with you. Its only orders are to protect you. Stay hidden. Conserve your strength."
Clarissa gave Dori a reassuring squeeze. "He’s right. This next fight will be brutal, and we have no idea when that mental attack might come again. You’ve been through a lot physically and mentally. You need to rest and recover."
Before Dori could protest again, Julian leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You have been brave, Dori. Incredibly so. Now, let us handle this. Rest well." He then turned to Clarissa, his gaze shifting to the cold, calculating focus of a commander. "We have a zombie to kill."
He looked at his shadow clone and gave a single nod. The clone moved to Dori’s side, a silent, vigilant guardian.
Dori, though burning with a desire to help, knew they were right. Her body was spent, and her mind was still tender. She nodded, leaning a bit more on Clarissa before steadying herself. "O-okay. But... you promise? After?"
Julian gave her one last, heart-stopping smirk over his shoulder as he headed for the door, Clarissa falling into step beside him. "I promise. Now, stay quiet and stay safe."
The two of them slipped out of the ruined office, leaving Dori in the protective custody of the shadow.
The moment they emerged from the relative safety of the ruined building, the hive’s awareness slammed into them like a physical wave. Shrieks and guttural roars echoed from every direction as corrupted forms began to converge. Julian swept Clarissa into his arms without breaking stride.
"Hold tight," he commanded, his voice barely audible over the rising din. Lightning crackled around his feet. With a powerful surge, he launched them both skyward, using a shattered concrete pillar as a stepping stone to gain height.
Clarissa clung to him, the wind whipping her hair. "Are you sure leaving Dori alone is safe?" she shouted over the rushing air.
"The clone will protect her. Its sole directive is her preservation. With her Conceal active and it standing guard, she is safer there than with us in this," Julian replied, his eyes scanning the hellscape below as they arced through the air.
They landed on the unstable roof of a collapsed parking structure. Instantly, a group of mutants below shrieked and unleashed globs of corrosive red fluid. Julian sidestepped, the acid sizzling where they had stood. He didn’t pause. "Lightning Arc!" A whip-like bolt of electricity lashed out, cleaving through three of the creatures in a single, devastating strike.
Another volley of projectiles came from the side. Clarissa threw out a hand. "Barrier!" A shimmering telekinetic shield materialized, deflecting the acidic blobs. The impact made her grunt, but she held firm. "They’re coming from everywhere! We need to find the core!"
Julian’s gaze was already darting, analyzing patterns in the chaos. More mutants were scrambling up the sides of the structure, a clawing, biting tide. "We draw it out," he muttered.
Five Shadow Clones erupted from him, leaping down to meet the climbing horde. They fought with lethal efficiency. And then Julian saw it—one clone’s blade strike didn’t just decapitate a mutant, it seemed to flash with a strange, resonant energy before impact. The creature’s head didn’t just fall—it vaporized in a burst of dark mist, the shockwave stunning the two mutants beside it.
"Whoa," Clarissa breathed, watching. "Was that...?"
"Critical Chance," Julian confirmed, a trace of grim satisfaction in his voice. "It works. Better than expected."
But the clones were being overwhelmed by sheer numbers. They needed to move, now.
"Boost!" Julian activated the skill, feeling a surge of speed and power. He grabbed Clarissa’s hand. "Don’t let go!"
He leaped again, not just up, but out, over the sea of mutants. "Gravity." A bubble of altered gravity enveloped them, allowing him to glide and maneuver through the ruined canyons of the city, heading toward the pulsing, central energy they both could feel.
They hadn’t flown for more than thirty seconds when a new threat emerged. From the hollowed-out upper floors of a skyscraper, three winged, bat-like creatures with metallic talons shrieked and dove toward them.
"I’ve got these!" Clarissa declared, focusing. With precise telekinetic shoves, she knocked the first two off-course, sending them crashing into a billboard. The third was faster. Its claws raked toward Julian’s back.
Julian twisted in mid-air, a difficult maneuver that cost him dearly. He severed the creature’s wing with a lightning-charged slash, but the effort and sustained use of multiple skills made him gasp, his flight wavering. Beads of sweat dripped from his chin.
"Julian! You’re draining yourself too fast! We need to land, even for a minute!" Clarissa urged, holding him tighter as their altitude dipped.
"No time... to stop..." he ground out, his breathing ragged. But she was right. His mana was plummeting. The fight at the core would be impossible at this rate.
An idea, born of recent necessity and their deepened connection, flashed in his mind. Risky, exposed as they were, but it was the only fuel source available.
"Clarissa," he said, his voice strained.
"What is— mmph!"
Before she could finish, he pulled her to him and kissed her, hard and deep, right there in the middle of the hellish sky. It was not a kiss of passion alone, but of dire need. He actively channeled the Mana Infusion skill, drawing on the intimate connection, pulling vitality and focus from her and cycling it back through their bond.
Clarissa stiffened in surprise for a second, then melted into the kiss, understanding instantly. She opened herself to it, willing her energy to flow into him. A warm, golden glow briefly surrounded their conjoined forms.
When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily, but for different reasons. The exhaustion clouding Julian’s eyes had receded, replaced by a renewed, sharp focus. Power hummed under his skin once more.
Clarissa stared at him, her lips slightly swollen, realization dawning. "We... we can fight and recover this way," she said, awe in her voice.
