Yoon Jihee's True Feelings

Ssshhhhhh—

The hard rain must have drowned out the sound of me climbing over the wall.

That said, the moment I laid eyes on Yoon Jihee, I held my breath — as anyone would.

"Ahhh....."

How the hell does even exhaling sound that sexy?

I pressed myself into the corner of the villa building and peeked out just enough to watch Yoon Jihee washing herself.

The grass, left unmaintained, had grown past her ankles, and the landscaping trees planted for the common garden formed a wild backdrop. Water cascading from the building above looked like a small waterfall.

She looked like a heroine stranded on a deserted island.

Yoon Jihee tilted her face up into the falling water and swept her hair back with both hands — and those enormous breasts swayed gently, announcing their presence.

How big are those, exactly?

By their own accounts, Jihye and Nari were bigger than a full A-cup, so calling them B-cups was fair enough. Seo Hayun had said she was a C-cup herself.

According to Jihye and Nari, who'd showered with her, Yu Eunseol was at least a D-cup or more.

So Yoon Jihee would be A, B, C, D, E, F, G...

Hard to even guess — but at least an F-cup, minimum.

And damn, her body was genuinely beautiful.

It wasn't like Yu Eunseol's slim frame with D-cup breasts simply attached. She had an S-line, sure, but her shoulders and hips were fuller than Eunseol's, and overall she carried more flesh.

Not fat-looking in the slightest, though. Not chubby either. Slim, yet with real substance, and that S-line — a fraudulent figure, pure and simple.

Would Yu Eunseol turn out like that if she put on a little weight?

She'd still be pretty even then...

Ssssk—

Oh no.

My other self was waking from its sleep, stretching with vigorous enthusiasm.

"I could do that for her..."

So filthy sexy.

The way she scrubbed every inch of herself with a foam-laden shower ball was obscenely erotic. And as the rain washed the foam away, revealing the body that had been briefly hidden — that was even filthier.

I wanted to leap out and take her right then and there.

Apparently the pervert god felt the same way.

I had no idea what kind of taste this was supposed to be, but—

The fairy and the woodcutter, is it?

A zip-lock bag with her clothes and underwear sat on the ground.

But how the hell was I supposed to reveal myself and keep her naked?

Was I supposed to charge out right now and snatch the bag?

This thing is completely insane.

"Kraaaah!!"

"Krah!!"

"Kraaah!!"

"Kraaaah!!"

"Kraaah!!"

"......"

Looks like I wouldn't need to play the bandit woodcutter after all.

Sssk—

Tah!

I spun around and vaulted back over the wall, then moved along the adjacent fence.

Found it.

A small iron gate installed at the top of the ascending stairs — the villa's entrance.

Tah!!

I hopped lightly over the gate and unlocked the latch.

"Kraaaah!!!"

"Kraaah!!!"

"Kraaaaaah!!!"

"Kraaaah!!!"

The zombies that had been chasing me shoved the gate open with their bodies and poured through in a flood. Without killing the ones that stumbled over their fallen comrades, I grabbed a few and tossed them up the remaining stairs toward the top.

That should do it.

"Kraaaah!!!!!"

I kicked a charging zombie square in the chest, sending it tumbling down the stairs, then leaped hard and cleared the tangled mass of zombies sprawled across the steps in a single bound. Then I started running along the wall again.

Tadadadat!!!

Should be far enough by now?

As I'd already confirmed, zombies glitched out in the rain. If I put distance between us this fast, they wouldn't keep chasing me — they'd start looking around. And the ones I'd thrown up the stairs would find Yoon Jihee washing herself in the narrow space between the villa and the wall.

Just like this.

"Kraaaah!!!!"

"Kyah!!"

The instant I heard her scream, I launched myself onto the wall I'd been running alongside. Scaling it in one go was impossible — I caught the top with my left hand and hauled my body up on arm strength alone.

The moment I cleared the wall, I dropped down and brought Mook crashing down in my right hand.

KWAJIK!!!

I crushed a zombie's skull and landed, then looked straight at Yoon Jihee. I needed to spin around immediately and deal with the zombies charging from the other side — but facing her body this close, head-on, my gaze was seized by pure instinct.

"W-Watch out!!"

"Kraaah!!!"

"......"

Keeping my eyes locked, I twisted my body halfway and smashed the charging zombie's head with a backhanded swing of Mook.

"More coming!!"

"......"

That was enough. I'd gotten my fill of the view.

Ah — first, the clothes.

Tuk—

As if by pure accident, I kicked the zip-lock bag of clothes toward the oncoming zombies, then started swinging Mook in earnest. Midway through beating them down, I also made a show of being pushed back just enough.

Thirty minutes weren't up yet, and I needed to naturally discover Yoon Jihee's skill while I was at it. Those two reasons — not, under any circumstances, for the purpose of doing this.

"Fall back!"

Whoa. Holy shit.

Kkuuuk—

Thanks to getting a clear look earlier, my left hand stretched back and pressed exactly onto her breast. My palm felt a slightly firm nipple, and soft flesh surged between my spread fingers.

I barely managed to calm the trembling in my fingers that desperately wanted to squeeze, then retreated step by step as Yoon Jihee backed away.

Wasn't this cutting it a little close, though?

"Encouragement!"

The moment Yoon Jihee cried out, power surged through my body.

This was the skill. I was convinced this was the one that could wake the kids who still wouldn't come to. Even as I wondered whether something this simple could actually work, at this point I couldn't think of any method other than Encouragement.

At this rate, though, I might actually fill the full thirty minutes.

"Kraaaaaah!!!"

"Kraaah!!"

"Kraaaah!!"

"Krah!!"

"Kraaah!!"

"Kraaaaaah!!"

Fighting for thirty minutes on a measly Stamina stat of 10 was a bit much, huh?

"Haaah... I'm wiped, wiped.... Augh, my arms, my back..!"

I slumped down in front of the iron gate I'd barely managed to shut and caught my breath. Once my breathing settled, I climbed the stairs — and found Yoon Jihee, still naked, kicking zombie corpses out of the way.

"Stop rummaging through that and come over here."

"......"

"I won't look. And wouldn't putting on whatever's in there feel gross?"

"....Turn your... head.."

I turned my head and waited for barefoot Yoon Jihee to pick her way out from between the zombie corpses. Then I smashed the living room window right beside us and turned back toward her.

"Y-Your head..!!"

"You're going to walk in there barefoot?"

I pointed Mook at the floor littered with shattered glass. Yoon Jihee glanced over, confirmed it, and bit her lip.

"Just... bring me something to wear..."

"I need to rest too. I'm so exhausted I can barely move. So if you'll excuse me—"

"Ah..!!!"

I scooped naked Yoon Jihee up in my arms. She immediately locked her arms around my neck and crushed those massive breasts against me as she clung on — because if she didn't, she'd be hanging in my arms with her chest fully exposed.

"What just happened..!! Keep it a secret from Eunseol..."

"Sure."

I stepped over the finely crushed glass into the living room and set her down somewhere safe. One arm covering her chest and one hand covering her private parts, Yoon Jihee hurriedly turned around.

But if you're going to turn around, shouldn't you cover your ass?

That luscious rear end got my other self stretching awake again — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the one that had settled down while fighting zombies.

"I'll go find some clothes!"

"Tsk.."

Shame. I wanted to look a little longer.

Anyway, I was genuinely exhausted.

Thud—

I collapsed onto the sofa and let my body go slack. A long while later, Yoon Jihee emerged from the bedroom into the living room.

The hair that had been plastered to her like seaweed was dried and tied back, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and her previously naked body was now dressed in a loose white T-shirt about the length of a short dress, plus baggy training pants with the cuffs rolled up thick.

Not a word you'd normally use for a woman who'd given birth three times — but dressed like that, she looked cute. Whether it was the embarrassed expression, the clothes, or the hairstyle, she almost looked like a different person.

"Those clothes suit you well."

"Th-They're men's clothes..! There was nothing else outside... You should dry off and change too, Kang Juhan-ssi.."

"Couple look?"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Just kidding."

I set the clothes she'd handed me roughly beside the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sofa and only towel-dried my hair. I wanted to wash before changing. I didn't need to dry my hair to wash up, but she seemed to have something to say, so I waited a moment.

"Um... what kind of relationship do you have with Eunseol..? Are you really her boyfriend?"

"I'm not her boyfriend."

"Then what?"

"Your daughter hates me quite a lot."

"Ah.. Then what about you, Kang Juhan-ssi?"

"I like her just fine. She's a real beauty — takes after her mother."

"......"

Apparently not the answer she wanted. Yoon Jihee furrowed her brow slightly, sat down on the angled section of the sofa, and kept firing off questions — how I'd been living, where I was staying, what I planned to do next, and so on.

"If you're this curious, why not just ask her yourself? Why were you so cold to Eunseol?"

"......"

Yoon Jihee hesitated, head bowed, fidgeting with the hands resting on her lap. Then she forced the words out.

"How could I, after all this time... What right do I even have..."

"You should do it now. You've finally met her."

"No."

She shook her head slightly and continued.

"I can't. Playing mother at this point... I just can't do it... And Eunseol wouldn't want that either."

"And if she does want it?"

"She won't. As hard as she's had it.. as long as we've been apart.. she'll resent me that much."

"You're selfish right to the end."

"What..?"

Selfish. The decision to leave her young daughters behind was selfish. Deciding her daughter's feelings for her, without asking, was selfish too.

"You have to ask her and listen. Even if she says no, you still have to try. For all the time you couldn't, for all the guilt you feel — you have to do better. You're her mother."

"......"

I hoped something would land — but Yoon Jihee wouldn't bend her own thoughts or stubbornness.

"I'm sorry. I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because of the world we're in."

"What?"

"I saw Eunseol helping people. Brave, strong, and courageous. That's exactly why I can't. I'm afraid she'd go soft because of me.. that she'd get hurt because of me... I don't want to become a burden to a child who's held on so admirably and done so well without a mother..."

It never appeared in the webtoon, but she had her own reasons. Yoon Jihee probably knew, too — the dark future waiting for herself and everyone in this villa. She almost certainly didn't know it would be a future of being murdered by someone, the way the story went, but she knew better than anyone that the last embers of hope were dying out.

That was why she'd said such harsh things and told them to leave quickly. Because she was afraid her daughter would make the wrong choice and put herself in danger because of her.

The fact that she was thinking this was unexpected enough — but this next move was even more so.

Thud—

Yoon Jihee rose from the sofa and knelt in front of me.

"Please. She grew up without a mother, so she might not be warm, and she might have rough edges — but please look on her kindly, and please, Juhan-ssi, stay by Eunseol's side and protect her and help her... I'm begging you like this..."

"......"

The guilt, the longing, the love for her daughter — she was a big person. She was pleading with genuine desperation. Which made the atmosphere so serious and heavy that—

Does it seriously only feel good when you make me do perverted shit like this?!! You sick bastard.

Well... if it's a quest, I've got no choice.

Cheok—

Still kneeling with her head bowed, Yoon Jihee looked up at the wet, heavy sound of something hitting the floor.

"......"

"......"

Our eyes met — me standing over her, shirt already off, and her looking up from her knees. Her pupils trembled with shock. Then they started thrashing wildly.

Because as my wet pants dropped to my ankles, the underwear tented out as if something were about to punch through filled both of Yoon Jihee's eyes.

What if she refused here? Would the quest fail?

Sssk—

A needless worry.

Yoon Jihee peeled her knees off the floor one at a time, stood up, and pushed her baggy training pants down as she spoke in a voice that barely made it out.

"What happens now too... please keep it a secret from Eunseol...."

"......"

I answered with a nod. Pants off, Yoon Jihee turned right around and went back into the bedroom. A moment later she came out carrying a whole armful of things.

What was she planning?

"Follow me."

"......"

I followed for now.

Yoon Jihee walked to the front entrance, pulled slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, then took out a pair for me as well. She opened the front door, dropped the stopper so it wouldn't close — and walked steadily out into the still-pouring rain.

Whoa... damn.

"......"

She turned and waited for me. The rain-soaked T-shirt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clung to her body almost instantly. The shirt, short enough to look like a miniskirt, molded to her like a tight missy look and put her sensual figure on full, unapologetic display.

As if possessed, I walked out to where Yoon Jihee was waiting.

And I learned something.

The greatness of a grown woman.