Through the dense shrubbery, Zhang Yuanqing saw two groups confronting each other some twenty meters ahead.
One group consisted of a young man, a young woman, and a humanoid monster.
The young man wore a tank top, tall and powerfully built, with a sharp dagger in hand. The woman was alluring, pinching a small, exquisite Brass Mirror between her fingertips.
As for the monster, its entire body was covered in interwoven black armor. Its knees bent backward, two antennae protruded from its forehead, and insect-like wing cases covered its back.
It resembled an upright cockroach man.
At that moment, it leered lustfully at the girl across from them and said:
"The gu I fused with has a powerful urge to reproduce. This little island girl is really a looker. I'm sure what comes next will be an exquisite pleasure."
The dagger-wielding young man, his pupils dark red, said coldly:
"I think cutting off her pretty head would be an exquisite pleasure."
The girl under the lecherous and bloodthirsty gazes wore a JK uniform: a white sailor-collar blouse, a black plaid skirt, a black plaid ribbon tie, square-toed leather shoes, and black thigh-high socks.
Behind her stood two young men leaning against tree trunks, their faces bluish and their lips pale.
What kind of high school girl uniform seduction was this? Zhang Yuanqing's gaze repeatedly traveled over the island girl's body, while paying little attention to her delicate, innocent face.
Asano Ryo gripped a Japanese sword with both hands, her lips pressed tightly together. The hand holding her blade was steady as a mountain, like that of an experienced swordswoman, but her taut expression revealed her inner anxiety.
The sword in Asano Ryo's hand was a work by Fujiwara Shinichi, a contemporary master swordsmith from the island nation.
The sword was