BXBX NOVEL Volume 1, Extra 2: One Day in the Apocalypse
Volume 1, Extra 2: One Day in the Apocalypse
Translator: Elkin (proofread by EvlNabiki & Arcedemius, C/E edited by Raylight & lucathia)
Dropped
“Junjun, you have no idea how many women are utterly miserable in the apocalypse. You have to stand up for women and crush all the men in this world under your foot!”
“But èrgē, you and Dàgē are men too?”
“Dàgē is a god, not a man. As for your èrgē, I’m more than willing to be stepped on by you.”
“èrgē, you’ve dropped your sense of shame. Here, let me pick it up for you.”
Flown Away
“Junjun, do you think I’m perverted for lewdly fantasizing about Dàgē? Boohoohoo…”
“No èrgē, because Dàgē is far too hot. Even I get dazzled by him sometimes, and I think about doing stuff with him!”
What?! *stares balefully with a face full of tears*
“Ugh… Don’t be like that, èrgē, I think about stuff like that with you too sometimes!”
“Junjun, as a proactive, strong woman, you don’t have to fantasize. Realize your dreams! Come on, èrgē is ready for you anytime!”
“èrgē, your sense of shame has grown wings and flown away. Here, let me catch it for you.”
The Space Age
“Sigh, my hip hurts. I was too active last night. Man, I’m so tired. Thank god I still have plenty of stamina; otherwise I’d be beat!”
“èrgē, was it a man or a woman last night?”
“What do you mean, a man or woman? It was an aberrant.”
“èrgē! Your sense of shame has fired off into space on a rocket! Junjun can’t help you anymore!”
“What’re you talking about? Last night, all I did was wrestle the aberrant for most of the evening before I wore him out!”
“èrgē, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain. Junjun won’t tell anyone. Boohoohoo…”
“W-wait! Junjun, don’t run off crying! Please believe me, your èrgē’s sense of shame hasn’t gone to outer space!”
Papaya and Pork Ribs Won’t Help
“èrgē, èrgē, you always say you’re fantasizing about Dàgē. A-and you always say you want to marry me, right? H-have you ever thought about me that way?” *blush*
“Uh, Junjun, you need to know, for someone to fantasize about you, you first have to have a bit of a figure. Whereas you… Sigh, at most you’re a B?”
“…Liar, I’ve got a million.”
“A million?”
“A million volts.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—“