As the three beautiful luscious girls walked together down the streets of Tokyo, none of them knew what fate awaited them. Nina, of course, was playfully groping Hana's plump, peachy bust, while Ai catcalled her with a teasing grin. The trio continued strolling, exchanging flirtatious remarks about the ongoing affair between the two.
As they entered the red-light district, all three girls excitedly commented on what kind of sultry things might appear. But to their disappointment, there wasn't a single thing that thrilled them. Nothing was left—everything was destroyed. Stores, food courts, cars, signs—you name it. Everything was decimated.
As they continued walking, they noticed a huge gash torn through multiple buildings, as if something had swung an enormous weapon across them. A gooey, membrane-like substance clung to the buildings where the massive slash had struck.
Walking cautiously down the ravaged street, they suddenly spotted a new kind of zombie—not the one that could've caused the destruction, but still something unfamiliar. It was small and green, but definitely a variant of a zombie. As the girls approached, the creature—a green, goblin-like thing with a jagged nose and crudely made knives—let out a shrill sneer, echoing down the street to alert its comrades.
Hana and her gang, all fans of fantasy manga and anime, instantly recognized it. It wasn't exactly a goblin, but that's what they decided to call it—after all, they were otaku through and through. The green goblin locked eyes on the three curvaceous girls with a predatory gaze. Of course, the Cyprus Virus only affected females, but nonetheless, it still looked upon them with a lustful, sultry stare, as if the goblin's mind echoed one repeated command:
"ANNIHILATE THEM."
Without a second thought, they rushed in to exterminate the targets ahead of them...until they hear something above them...
CRASH !!!
A giant, green, goblin-like zombie appeared, wearing a makeshift crown made from broken vehicle parts. Its enormous belly spilled over a crude, man-made skirt, and it had thick thighs and unnaturally large breasts—far too exaggerated to be human. Then it all made sense: this was the creature that had smashed through the buildings earlier.
In its right hand, it held a massive club forged from car parts and lampposts, intertwined with electric wires. When it slammed the weapon onto the ground, it let out a mighty roar, trying to instill fear and assert its dominance. But instead of fear, all three girls trembled with excitement and a reckless thrill at the thought of death. Without a second thought, they leapt into battle.
From a distant screen, Anonymous watched them fight. To her, this was nothing more than a game—one of riches, power, and bragging rights. Who would win? Who would die? She didn't care. All that mattered was the thrill. The true name of the boss was displayed on-screen: The Kinglin.
The Kinglin thrust its arm and weapon at them with terrifying force. As the fierce battle raged on, Anonymous leaned closer to the screen, huffing and pampering herself, her hot breath fogging the glass—filled not with love, but with lust.
"She's revving that chainsaw like it's foreplay for destruction… and that Oni's about to get the full treatment," she moaned with a twisted grin.
Ai revved her mighty chainsaw and swung with all her strength, but the creature's thick hide wouldn't budge. The chainsaw snapped immediately, metal screeching in protest.
As Ai screamed out in frustration over her broken weapon, Hana and Nina readied their own for an attack—but their weapons were just as useless, shattering as if they'd tapped solid steel.
As both girls' pride shattered, their spirits crumbled with it.
Anonymous watched, crackling with laughter—pure evil radiating from her. She grinned wildly, eyes wide like a maniac, her mouth watering with anticipation as drool dripped onto the keyboard. It was as if she had lost all sanity. In the top-left corner of the screen, a health bar displayed the team's status—nearly depleted—while the Kinglin still had four full bars, showcasing its monstrous strength.
Hana, Nina, and Ai stood in defeat, unsure of what to do next. The Kinglin's goons let out guttural roars, commanding the others to capture them. A horde emerged from the shadows, chains and cuffs in hand. Overwhelmed, the trio was dragged into a ruined building behind them.
Inside, they were met with a disturbing sight: not one, but perhaps fifty of the goblin-like creatures, all staring them down. Unsure of what to do, the girls stayed silent, anxiety thick in the air. A faint trail of fluid followed behind them—evidence of their humiliation—as the goblin goons laughed and pointed, mocking them without mercy.
And now, this marks the start of a new saga of entertainment.