Zombie Girls Revival System-Chapter 177: Operation: Get Evelise Horny Before Sundown — Part 2 (R-18).

Oshan, however, who had been dusting a shelf nearby, watched with an increasingly severe expression. After five more agonizingly slow push-ups from him, she muttered,

"This might be my only chance to burn off the awkwardness." With quiet, firm resolve, she added, "I will join my Master in his workout. A demonstration of discipline is more effective when done in unison."

She lowered herself to the floor silently, positioning herself opposite him. Sid paused mid-rep, sweat stinging his eyes, completely taken aback. He was panting, but his mind raced:

"EH? What the hell is she doing?!" He tried to command her without attracting Evelise's attention. "Come on, Oshan, get off the floor! That is not—"

Then Oshan began her own set. Her push-ups were low, perfect, and executed with the effortless, relentless precision of a machine. She didn't grunt or strain; she simply lowered and lifted, her pale muscles moving with frightening efficiency. Sid, already tiring and sweating profusely, pushed harder, trying desperately to outpace her.

"This giant zombie—" Sid choked out between reps, his voice high-pitched. "You think you can beat me in a push-up contest!? This is human pride versus undead carpentry!"

Sid tried to strengthen his core, but Oshan, on the other hand, was getting steadier—she looked like she could start reading a novel. He hit forty five reps and collapsed onto the floor with a pathetic, noisy gasp, his arms instantly turning to jelly.

"F*ck! I gave up! I need a medic and a new set of shoulders!"

Oshan didn't stop. She hit fifty, then sixty, then seventy, moving with the same cold, disciplined rhythm.

"What the—" Sid wheezed, utterly defeated and sprawled face-down. He lifted his head just in time to see her hit ninety two reps, then she finally rose without breaking a sweat, her breathing perfectly even.

Oshan looked down at him with an unsettling, flat smile. "Whew! That was excellent conditioning, Master! Let's schedule this again tomorrow morning!" She then simply resumed dusting.

"NO!" Sid groaned into the floor.

A small, high sound broke the tension. Evelise lowered her journal, and a genuine, musical laugh escaped her. It was a rare, beautiful sound, but it was directed squarely at Sid's failure.

"Oh, Sid," Evelise chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "It seems you've officially been outclassed by a zombie in raw strength. Ninety two push ups from Oshan… and you collapsed at forty five. Forty five, Sid. That's not even half!"

Fail 3. His display of dominance had been thoroughly crushed by the trauma induced superior athleticism of a zombie girl, earning him only laughter.

At Night…

Dinner was a quiet affair. Sid, thoroughly humiliated three times in a row, resigned himself to peace and quiet, though his mind was still buzzing with frustrated energy.

"I—I will not give up!" he vowed internally, chewing deliberately. "I'll show these girls who the Master is! I just need to recalibrate..."

But right before he could initiate his next, surely brilliant, masterstroke, Evelise pushed back her stool and walked immediately toward the washroom, followed closely by a silent, ever-vigilant Oshan.

Sid slumped back in his seat, utterly defeated. "No way... Why is it like Evelise knew every damn thing I was planning to do?"

Evelise's voice cut through the cabin, amplified by the water pump in the washroom.

"You go clean the dishes, Sid! We're both tired. We're bathing now, and after you clean the dishes, refill the water drum. All of it."

The casual, absolute command was a final, cold insult. Sid sighed, rising slowly.

"Unbelievable. This is not how a master is supposed to spend his evening. I am a captive chef, a maid, and a water boy for two zombies."

He spent the next twenty minutes scrubbing the grease and carrying heavy buckets, the cold water adding insult to his stew burned chest.

Finally, the chores were done. He quickly stripped down and used the last of the basin water to wash the grime from his own body, the relief momentary. He pulled on a fresh pair of shorts and silently retreated to his mattress in the corner.

He lay there, staring at the closed washroom door, listening to the muffled sounds of the two girls bathing. The plan had failed. Three strikes. The memory of the Mayor's son, Harry, doing his bad deeds on Evelise in the past, and the deeper mystery of the System, kept haunting him. Hours passed. The cabin was silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of Oshan and Evelise behind the closed door. Sid was growing drowsy.

"I need to relax, he thought, frustration coiling in his stomach. "I'll just... take care of myself and clear my head."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi erect dick, intending to finish the job quickly before sleep claimed him.

Just as he found a comfortable rhythm, the door clicked open.

Sid froze, his eyes snapping open. Evelise stood silhouetted in the doorway, her hair damp from a shower, wearing only a thin sleeping shift. She took one look at Sid, sitting up in the dark with his exposed dick, and her eyes widened slightly.

"Oh! I am so sorry, Sid," she whispered, her voice surprisingly matter of fact. "I just needed the washroom again. Excuse me."

She slipped past him, disappearing into the small washroom.

"She saw it!" Sid's heart leaped. "This is it! The bait worked! She's embarrassed, but she'll come back out and—"

The washroom door clicked shut. Silence.

Sid waited, breath held, his dick stiff and exposed in the cold air, acting as a bizarre, desperate lure. Minutes ticked by. Nothing. The washroom door remained closed. His erection began to deflate slightly, growing cold.

"Damn it! I can't stay like this all night!"

He pulled the blanket halfway up his torso. He was deeply annoyed. His brilliant, yet desperate, attempt at accidental exposure had failed to lure Evelise out of the washroom. The erotic tension he'd desperately tried to build all day was collapsing into fatigue and defeat.

"Argh, just maybe another minute," Sid muttered to himself, pulling his blanket down again slightly. "Evelise was still in the washroom... this is not yet it..."

He waited, his mind hazy from exhaustion. The air in the cabin was cool, carrying the scent of damp wood and the residual perfume of Evelise's recent shower. He fought the pull of sleep, keeping his eyes half-closed, his softening erection exposed and cold in the drafty air.

His consciousness was rapidly dissolving into drowsiness, the need for sleep finally overwhelming his sexual frustration. He was seconds from oblivion.

Then, the sensation changed.

The cold air that had been breezing onto his sensitive skin was abruptly blocked. A shadow fell over his lower body. He registered a sudden, startling change in temperature: the chilling draft was replaced by a surge of intense wet heat.

The gentle, cool touch was replaced by a firm, warm, and highly focused grip.

Sid's eyes snapped wide open, His vision was blurry in the darkness, but he didn't need light to recognize the unmistakable sensation… Evelise licking his balls. Before he could utter a sound, Evelise lowered her head, taking his cold, lonely dick fully into her warm, wet mouth.

The immediate sensation of heat and soft, urgent pressure was stunning. Sid gasped, his hands flying back to grip the mattress. He had been tricked. His frustration, his planned seduction, and his desperate bait had all led to this single, shocking moment of pure, immediate intimacy.

The shock was total, a lightning strike of sensation against the backdrop of total defeat. Sid's hands immediately clamped onto the mattress, his back arching as Evelise's mouth engulfed him. She sucked him hard, with an immediate, focused hunger that belied her earlier discipline.

"She was waiting!" The thought roared through Sid's mind, obliterating the exhaustion and humiliation of the day. "She was just waiting for Oshan to finally fall asleep!"

The realization fueled a surge of raw, desperate need. He reached out, his hands finding the back of her damp head, pulling her into a deeper, more aggressive rhythm. The memory of the day, the frustration, the fear of Harry, the crushing defeat by Oshan— all channeled into the intense physicality of the moment.

He began to fuck her mouth, a brutal, relentless motion that used the warmth and softness of her throat as a sheath for his sudden, hardened arousal. Evelise accommodated him, her focus absolute, taking the shocking depth of his thrusts until a low, choked sound— a definite gag —escaped her.

She pulled back just enough to break the deep rhythm, her face slick with sweat and his own fluid. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes glittering in the gloom.

Evelise gently released him, her hand gripping his shaft, pulling him clear. His cock was hard, dripping with her saliva, slick and glistening in the faint ambient light. She quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked directly into his eyes.

"You were right, Sid," she whispered, her voice low and breathless, entirely devoid of her usual formal composure. "You were trying to make me horny all day. I knew exactly what you were doing."