“The Black Rabbit God said this is a world of feminist apocalypse…”

Once Diona had run the water and adjusted the temperature, Lin Mo walked into the bathing area.

He turned and gently closed the changing-room door.

But he didn’t lock it.

After undoing his shirt buttons, Lin Mo frowned and began taking off his top. “It’s about ten times more brutal than the underground assassin world I used to live in.”

“Groups build walls between themselves, kill and loot outsiders, and betray their own companions over money. And it’s not at all uncommon for people to use others for target practice just for fun.”

There were no laws in this world.

Once a conflict broke out, the most common law of power across the wasteland was to keep going until the other side had been wiped out.

“Men are a scarce resource—and a very valuable form of entertainment.”

Lin Mo rubbed his chin and thought in silence.

(But when they killed my other male companions, they didn’t hesitate at all.)

(That just goes to show that this world follows a vicious jungle law: only young, beautiful men have any value.)

In that case, it made perfect sense that all the women Lin Mo had encountered in this world were so brazenly perverted.

They treated everything as supplies to be seized, and they saw Lin Mo as a priceless resource, too.

That was why they tried to take him—and why they pounced on him without a second thought… And yet Diona, a woman of this very world, was so upright and easygoing. She had a few impure thoughts, but always managed to maintain a gentlemanly air. Somehow, she was the one who seemed a little out of place.

(Maybe I’m such a hot commodity because resources are scarce around here.)

(If Diona’s trying to hold herself back, then she must be imitating some group she wants to be like…)

With that thought, Lin Mo made plans for the future.

He decided that once he’d finished using Diona and squeezed every last resource out of her, he’d leave with plenty of supplies and head somewhere he could live a better life.

“Well, there’s no need to rush that just yet.”

Muttering softly, Lin Mo took off his underwear and tossed it carelessly onto the top of the laundry basket.

This was still all part of his scheme.

He didn’t believe Diona could keep holding back forever. All he had to do was wait for her to get curious enough to peek. She’d open the door he’d deliberately left unlocked—and she’d definitely notice the underwear he’d deliberately left there.

He’d lure her in bit by bit… until she suddenly flung open the frosted-glass door to the bathing area, panting.

At the same time, Lin Mo stuffed both socks into his boots and put them well off to the side.

Hmm…

Frowning, he held the boots out at arm’s length, stretching them away from himself.

(We’ve been on the move with everyone lately, and even finding a suitable place to settle down has been a struggle.)

(I can replace my clothes, but my shoes are still in this awful state… And it’s been ages since I washed my socks.)

Should he wash the socks while he was at it?

But what if Diona suddenly flung the door open, eyes blazing, and found him soaking his socks in the bathtub? What kind of scene would that be?

(Better put them somewhere they won’t get in the way of what comes next.)

Lin Mo looked around, then shoved the boots and socks together into the corner behind the sliding frosted-glass door. That took care of it.

(All right. Let the battle begin!)

Lin Mo pressed his lips together in displeasure. He picked up a towel, then grabbed the bath towel Diona usually used.

You wouldn’t have guessed it. Diona looked bold and wild, both in appearance and temperament, but she’d prepared quite a lot of supplies. For a girl living in the apocalypse, she was surprisingly well-equipped.

Sniff, sniff—

The blue bottle was probably shampoo. The brown one smelled milky, so it was probably body wash.

Honestly, after all that, Lin Mo still couldn’t tell whether he was really living in the apocalypse or not…

Still, even though the room had everything he needed, it was quite worn-out. Some of the parts that seemed to be made of iron had peeled, exposing the rust beneath.

Carefully carrying the towel and bath towel, along with the shampoo and body wash, Lin Mo stepped into the bathroom. A thick cloud of warm steam hit him in the face—oh, a hot bath at last; oh, a chance to soak in the tub at last…

His chest swelled with happiness. It had been a long time since he’d had a hot bath…

“She really is a good woman.”

“She’s so amazing, even in the apocalypse. What a wonderful woman!”

Clicking his tongue in admiration, Lin Mo quickly rinsed himself off, then eagerly lowered himself into the warm water.

“Haaah—”

“E-eh-heh…”

Bliss.

A perfect sense of happiness welled up inside him. Diona had even set the bathwater to just the right temperature, so Lin Mo didn’t have to lift a finger.

“Ah… ahh…”

A short cry escaped him. For the first time since crossing over, he let out an almost unbearably heartfelt sigh of praise.

“A woman like this is what you call a truly good woman…”

“Honestly, this is unbelievable. You’ve almost got even me falling for you…”

Lin Mo lay in the warm bath with his eyes closed, resting.

But soon, he suddenly heard the hurried scuff of slippers against the floor.

“Huh?”

He wouldn’t have found it strange if Diona had changed out of her boots.

And he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d crept up on tiptoe and pressed her ear against the glass door to listen.

(Why is she deliberately letting me hear her?)

(Does she think what she’s doing is perfectly proper and above reproach?)

Soon, a soft knock sounded from outside the frosted-glass door.

“Xiao Mo~~”

“Yeah, I’m here.” Lin Mo sat up in the bathtub.

He deliberately kept the towel underwater, covering his lower half. That way, if Diona suddenly barged in, his pose would drive her even wilder.

“What is it, Big Sis Diona? I’ve already started washing.” (Lin Mo)

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Diona said, “It’s just a little thing. It’s… you brought in the one of mine in the dark brown bottle, right?”

“Yeah.” Lin Mo glanced at the two bottles he’d set beside the bathtub.

“Am I not supposed to use it?” he asked.

“Huh? Of course you can. There’s nothing here you can’t use, Xiao Mo… I just wanted to say you can pour a little of it into the bathwater. It’ll make the whole tub turn a fragrant, milky white, like you’re soaking in milk. It’s even good for brightening your skin.”

“You care about skin whitening, Big Sis Diona?” Lin Mo chuckled quietly.

He casually picked up the brown bottle.

“I’m not sure how much I should use. Could you help me out a little, Big Sis?”

“Huh—huh?! H-help you with what?” Diona’s voice was clearly flustered.

“…”

Sitting in the bathtub, Lin Mo looked ready for a challenge.

“I mean, help me figure out how much to pour in. You’ve used it before, so you can show me, right? If I use too little, it’ll be pointless, and if I use too much, I’ll waste it. It’s such a precious bath product—I don’t want to waste it just because I don’t know what I’m doing!”