My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 54

Sensing the persistent scrutiny about her contrasted body with her wounded face, Kisha felt compelled to address the unspoken questions. "Please, don’t concern yourselves with the injuries on my face," she offered calmly, aiming to alleviate any unnecessary suspicions. "They’re from a previous mission—a longstanding injury."

Through Kisha’s efforts to apply makeup to mimic bruises and scratches on her face and the others, the underlying wounds appeared aged, and the scratches resembled those from gravel, sharp objects, or projectiles, clearly distinct from zombie attacks. Moreover, their adept combat skills ensured that not a single zombie could land a scratch on them.

Despite the medic’s initial skepticism, Kisha’s explanation was ultimately accepted.

Having already heard about the recent events involving the new survivors and their formidable strength from the soldier they had examined earlier, the female medic ensured Kisha had no other injuries before allowing her to dress in the corner. Afterward, she directed Kisha outside to wait.

Despite herself, the medic couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at Kisha’s well-proportioned, curvaceous body with curves and contours in all the right places. Unfortunately, Kisha’s face bore the marks of the ordeal, marring an otherwise enviable appearance.

’God is really fair.’ The medic said under her breath as she watched Kisha slip out of the tent. "Next!"

As Kisha stepped out, she spotted Rose leaning against the military truck, its surface still smeared with ominous black blood. "Hey there," Rose greeted with a nod as Kisha approached. "I don’t know much about you or the folks you’re with, but I hope my gratitude for saving me and my group extends to vouching for your credibility, so no one doubts you or your intentions."

Kisha narrowed her eyes, fixing her gaze directly on Rose, attempting to glean any insight into her thoughts. Of course, she wasn’t a mind reader, but she couldn’t help but try. Nevertheless, she nodded at Rose. "Thank you."

Rose departed with a playful smirk dancing on her lips, making her way to her waiting group on the other side.

"We’re all clear," Duke’s cold voice echoed behind her. She turned just in time to witness Duke pulling down his dirty, oversized jacket.

As Kisha caught a glimpse of Duke’s alluring V-line and pronounced abdominal muscles, she couldn’t help but feel a lump form in her throat. Despite swallowing hard, her mouth remained dry, and a wave of heat washed over her body.

Struggling to contain the surge of thoughts and emotions, Kisha maintained a blank expression outwardly. Yet inwardly, Duke’s physique was undeniably captivating—an irresistible sight to behold.

This wasn’t the first time Kisha had seen Duke’s bare upper body. He often invited her into his study to discuss building plans, defense strategies, patrols, and various other matters. Given their busy schedules, these discussions typically occurred right after he had showered.

He would often pace around the room, clad only in a towel slung over his shoulder, leisurely drying his wet hair. During those moments, Kisha made a concerted effort to avert her gaze from his physique, determined not to entertain any inappropriate thoughts about him, though it proved to be a considerable challenge.

However, during those encounters, his body bore numerous scars, each with its own story—some seemingly more fatal than others. Despite the scars, his muscles were more defined back then, his back rippling with every movement, and water droplets cascading down his alluring neck as his Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow of liquid.

For a fleeting moment, Kisha’s eyes sparkled with desire, but she quickly masked the emotion, though her efforts were in vain. Duke, ever observant of her expressions, caught the subtle glint in her eyes. With a knowing smirk, he advanced towards her, fully aware of the effect he had on her.

At this point, Kisha was already engaged in a discussion with 008 regarding the mission that was released by the system.

[S Class Mission "Taking nest for 30 days"]