996 Days Left in the Darkness
The room was dark.
Outside it was broad daylight, but the blackout curtains made the inside feel like night.
It was a weekend tomorrow and a day off, but I still tried to sleep at this hour.
If my daily rhythm got messed up, it would mess with my night shift at the convenience store.
I wasn't even that disciplined about professional ethics.
On my very first day, once the flow got off, it stayed off until the next day off, and that was hell.
Yet sleep wouldn't come.
Occasional rustling noises came from beside me.
She was probably using her phone under the blanket.
It wasn't that annoying, but I still couldn't sleep.
If there was a mattress, it might have been better.
Lying on the floor with just a blanket spread out, my back and waist felt like they were pressing into the hard floor.
The longer I lay there, the more my bones ached.
I hadn't bought it because I was cheap.
I'd actually sold the mattress that was already there secondhand a long time ago.
The reason was simple.
It was too small.
Even living alone, the one-room apartment was cramped.
Now?
Two people were living there.
A small desk where the computer sat.
One big closet.
A multi-purpose cabinet.
Even that took up a fair amount of space.
With her in there too, there was no room for a mattress.
My sister and I were lying on the floor with a blanket, practically stuck together.
If sleep wouldn't come, I had to just endure it.
"... "
But the real reason was something else, and I knew it.
- [D-day 996.]
996 days.
Remaining time.
I'd already forgotten four days.
I had excuses.
Who would believe this anyway.
I'd even checked a bit.
Whether the status window was real, if anyone else could see it, if I was crazy.
If I were a smarter person, I might have ended it in one day.
But that wasn't me.
There was something off with me, and I wasn't exactly smart.
If I were a character in a novel or movie, I probably wouldn't be the protagonist.
I'd be a supporting character who hesitated and died.
When the zombie outbreak hit, there would be guys like that.
Guys who couldn't tell if it was a person or a zombie, who approached thinking it was okay, and got their necks bitten.
Luckily, I was timid and socially anxious, so I didn't think I'd die like that.
Instead, I'd die stupidly in some other way.
"... Damn."
The curse words came out on their own.
Rustling.
The noise beside me stopped right away.
It was right next to me.
As if she thought it was because of her, I felt my sister watching me even though she was pretending not to.
I closed my eyes again.
Sleep didn't come.
My thoughts sank even deeper.
- [D-day 996.]
What the hell.
It wouldn't change a damn thing if I cursed myself out in my head.
Why would I be a fool if I wasn't?
Same thing.
Why would sympathy be sympathy?
996 days left.
If a lot, a lot. If little, little.
Was it still 996 days left?
Or just 996 days left?
It didn't even make sense.
It was painful because it was sympathy.
Any kind of decision-making disorder happened.
Of course, I didn't know if sympathy caused the decision-making disorder or if decision-making disorder caused the sympathy.
Chicken or egg.
Anyway, both were crap.
If there were customers, I could talk to them.
If they were the same part-time job, I could at least greet them.
If someone dropped something on the floor, I could pick it up.
I could do that much.
My social skills weren't completely shattered.
I probably could have opened my arms wide and welcomed a woman if she approached me first saying she liked me.
As long as I wasn't ugly.
I wasn't that picky either.
But.
That was it.
Without a reason, I couldn't talk.
Would I approach a woman to seduce her first?
It was an impossible thing even if the world ended.
No, well.
If the world ended, maybe.
I didn't even know if this was exactly that kind of situation.
That's why I was thinking about it like this.
The conclusion was that without that kind of opportunity, there was no answer.
"... "
Yeah.
No matter how, we could talk a bit, the mood could improve, and we could date.
It was ridiculous to get that far, but let's say it was.
Then what?
The system conditions were far from normal dating.
In a world with a great contraceptive like condoms, was there a girlfriend who would willingly allow that?
It would be lucky if I didn't get slapped.
The system talked grandly about training and slaves, but where did it look like a slave?
There was even a master who was careful.
When I imagined it, the answer came immediately.
Not just many slaves, but I saw myself, desperately trying to please my girlfriend so I wouldn't get dumped at any moment.
I had to go to a place that accepted such conditions.
There had to be somewhere like that.
But there was the fear of STDs, it was dirty, and above all, it cost money.
Each time I went, it would be a lot of money to break.
Most importantly, I didn't have that kind of money.
If it ended with one time, maybe, but...
- [It varies depending on the training status.]
- [It changes according to the target's resistance and the player's progress.]
In short, it wasn't something that could be solved in one go, and even if I pretended to be crazy and raped her, it would mean prison.
So there was no answer.
Even if it worked, I wondered if I could even dare.
There were people who knew bungee jumping was safe but couldn't jump.
Knowing and doing were different.
It was the difference between knowing and doing.
It was all because I was a virgin.
No hypnosis or anything, was there any easier way?
- [D-day 996.]
Instead of an answer, just the date floated in my mind.
Maybe there was nothing like that.
"... "
The words were to grab a woman and seduce her.
It looped back to the starting point.
At least because 996 days remained, the sense of crisis was less.
Was this fortunate or unfortunate?
It felt like when summer vacation had just started and I found out about homework.
After all, what did zombies have to do with sex.
Of course, there was still a possibility.
The possibility that I was just crazy.
It would be better if that was the case.
Seriously.
But if not, it was screwed up, so I couldn't sleep.
"... Haa."
I tried to hold it in, but a sigh came out on its own.
Startled.
The blanket beside me twitched again.
"... "
I wasn't angry.
I only thought that.
Lucky guy.
That sister of mine.
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Name: Kim Areum
Age: 27
Height: 170.2 cm
Three sizes: 106(F) - 88 - 109
Appearance: 40/100
Physical stats: 1/10
Sex count: 0 [Check history]
Training status: 0/5
Skills: None
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- [The conditions for training this woman have not been met.]
- [Intravaginal ejaculation required.]
"... "
Even just looking at that status window, there was no answer.
The three sizes were literally a sample of fatness.
When I looked closer, the body fat percentage was a staggering 36%.
Weight was 84 kg.
Height was about 2 cm taller than me, but weight was nearly 10 kg more.
Was this person feeding people or raising pigs?
There were plenty of fat people.
But if they were holed up in the house doing nothing but eating and sleeping, it might be okay to call them a pig.
1000 days was almost three years.
During that time, as slaves or whatever, was I supposed to feed them until the zombie situation hit?
It was bleak.
The sex count was, of course, zero.
When I first saw it, I immediately understood.
Even if I said they bullied her until high school, if she had been working in society for nearly ten years after that, she should have had some connection with men.
In terms of dating, women had the advantage over men anyway.
Just looking at the customers coming to the convenience store, it was the same.
Even uglier women than my sister managed to date.
But my sister wasn't like that.
The probability was high that it was because of her personality.
She probably avoided company events even if she died, and she would tremble just hearing conversations and orders.
If people gave her a little look, she might have frozen all day.
So she probably got bullied.
Thinking that way, it seemed too harsh, but it wasn't entirely wrong.
The more I looked, the funnier it was.
She hadn't even had her first kiss yet.
I couldn't picture my sister's face kissing a man at all.
The hymen was still intact.
It was so absurd that only laughter came out.
Looking at the history, it seemed she didn't masturbate much.
She was doing it a little recently, but that was weird.
Well.
When she was young, she was oppressed by her grandmother and went to work at a factory without rest at a young age.
It wasn't strange that her libido was lower than others.
Still, it was pitiful.
I was saying it, but at 27 years old being a virgin, wasn't 23 being a virgin worse?
But it also wasn't completely hopeless.
There was still a chance.
Compared to me desperately trying, it might be easier for her.
Thinking that way, it was a bit irritating.
Even though my sister was fat, she wasn't ugly.
Not to mention, wasn't this enough?
It wasn't that I liked her especially because she was my sister, but from my perspective of seeing all kinds of people at the convenience store, it was.
There were many people in the world.
There were many men.
Some people liked bodies more than faces, and some people liked fat women.
Moreover, my sister was surprisingly domestic.
She didn't work, but she cooked.
She cleaned.
She did laundry.
If there was enough to support a full-time housewife, she might not be impossible to date.
It would make me comfortable too.
The one-room apartment was small.
Her personality wasn't bad.
Exactly, she was subservient.
At least, there wouldn't be major fights while dating.
If told, she'd do it.
If told not to, she wouldn't.
If the tone got a little higher, she would glance around carefully, trying to please anyway.
So.
If such a man appeared.
My sister wouldn't refuse.
Probably sex on the first day of dating.
Without even seeing, it was obvious.
Because she didn't want to be hated.
Because she didn't want to be abandoned.
She would just nod.
That I was thinking about intravaginal ejaculation like this?
If told to take post-coital pills, she would spread her legs without saying a word.
No, even if I said I would take responsibility, it would be okay with just sweet talk.
It was easy.
Simple.
Such a woman.
My sister was that kind of person.
Who would bring her home.
How comfortable it would be to say.
"... Huh?"
Just a moment.