Chapter 15
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Becoming My Onahole Doll
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An unexpected answer had popped out.
Bringing Yejin along later wasn't something I hadn't considered. In this zombie apocalypse-ravaged world, she was top-tier among women, so living with her had crossed my mind.
But that didn't mean I planned to feed a freeloader. Unless she crawled her way in and offered her body willingly, or proved her worth in some other way, I had no intention of keeping her around.
I figured it would take quite a while for things to reach that point, but I never expected her to come straight to me like this.
It had only been about five days since the zombie apocalypse began, right? People's senses from the old world were still fresh, so it was hard to imagine an ordinary woman who had lived a normal life suddenly deciding to sell her body.
Especially when she described herself as an onahole doll, no less.
Well, it was a pretty satisfying response, all things considered.
Yejin offering herself up to me like that, putting her body on the line to join me—it brought a smile to my face without me even realizing it.
"Is that for real?"
"Yes, it's real. With you, oppa... you're the strongest Awakener I've seen so far. Or maybe it's more like you're on a whole different level."
"You think you'll be safe under someone like me? That's what you're betting on?"
Yejin nodded in response to my question.
"Alright, if you're volunteering to be my onahole doll, I have no reason to refuse. So it's settled—you're coming with me... Any stuff you need to grab from your apartment? If there's something, we can swing by and pick it up."
Yejin thought about it for a moment after hearing me, then shook her head.
"No, it's fine. You probably have food and water anyway, and you've got a safe house, right? Clothes are the only thing, but... we'll figure that out later..."
Yejin trailed off, her eyes avoiding mine, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
"Got it. Let's head to my place then."
Now that I'd decided to take Yejin with me, I'd drop her off at my house and go zombie hunting.
For now, she didn't offer much more value than an onahole doll, but if her Medical Specialist abilities leveled up later, she might prove useful.
We'll see when the time comes.
On the walk back to my place, I got the rundown from Yejin about what had been going on at Taeyang Apartment where she'd been staying.
"Hmm... 'Sharing equally'? What a load of bullshit. They say it's fair because everyone gets compensation proportional to their work for the group, but that doesn't make sense. People's ideas of 'fair compensation' are all different. Right?"
"Yeah... that sounds right. Some people were complaining that they worked their asses off every day, so why was their share so small. The leader insisted it was enough, but the others weren't satisfied, and it turned into arguments, then fistfights."
"Exactly. People think differently even about the same work. 'Sharing equally'—what a moronic idea."
The group running Taeyang Apartment had no intention of properly distributing food, water, and supplies to the underlings anyway. If they were going to rule by force, they should crush dissent outright instead of bullshitting about 'fairness' and inviting rebellion.
Of course, pure force could build resentment and lead to a bigger explosion later. The longer it's suppressed, the bigger the blast.
But this was a zombie apocalypse world.
Where might makes right.
The weak groveled before the strong. That was the natural order. Anyone who rebelled over complaints got their heads chopped off—problem solved.
"Oh, right—didn't your parents live there too? You don't want to bring them?"
I remembered when I'd left her at Taeyang Apartment before, some guy mentioning her parents were still alive, so I asked.
"Those people... I don't need them."
Huh? At the mention of her parents, Yejin scowled as she answered.
"They never did a damn thing themselves but always ordered me around—'Get us some food, Yejin,' 'Work so we can use water,' 'Hunt zombies and earn coins for us.' They were too scared to fight zombies themselves and gave up on Awakening, but they demanded I sacrifice everything just because I was their kid. They're trash. I don't need them. You don't need people like that either, right, oppa?"
"Hmm... yeah, fair point."
It was the most emotionally charged thing I'd heard from Yejin so far. Every word dripped with pent-up resentment, like she'd finally let it all out.
Damn, tough break with trash parents.
My own parents had been great people. If they hadn't died in that accident, maybe I'd be rushing off to save them right now.
"Remember this is where I live? Come on in."
Chatting with Yejin along the way, we'd arrived home before I knew it.
"And... go wash up first. How long has it been since your last shower?"
"Uh... a few days..."
I pointed toward the shower, wrinkling my nose like it was dirty, and Yejin ducked her head shyly, mumbling her answer. Guess she was embarrassed—I'd called her out like she was just some girl.
Yejin hurried into the shower, cleaned up, and came out.
"Whew... I really needed that shower. I feel alive again."
"Hm... gonna need to find some clothes for you later. For now, make do with mine."
I tossed her a white tee and shorts from my stash.
With Yejin wearing my oversized clothes, they hung loose, but her massive tits strained against the fabric, impossible to ignore. Fresh out of the shower, her damp hair added to the effect—fuck, she looked insanely hot.
"Nope, can't hold back. Hey, let's get one out real quick."
"Huh? Right now?"
"Yeah. No full sex—just use your mouth to make me cum."
Understanding, Yejin stepped forward slowly and knelt. She pulled down my pants and underwear on her own.
Seeing a pretty girl undress a guy to service him—something I'd only watched in porn—felt way hotter in person.
My dick stood even harder because of it.
Yejin swallowed hard at the sight, then stuck out her tongue and started licking from the tip of the glans, bit by bit.
After slowly coating the whole head with her tongue, she opened wide and took my cock in one go.
Remembering our last fuck, she bobbed her head slowly, sliding it in and out of her mouth while wrapping her tongue around the shaft. This was a living onahole.
This was only her second blowjob, but damn, she was good.
She said she'd be my onahole doll and was proving it with her body—not just words. Loved that.
Maybe she remembered what I liked from last time.
Come to think of it, she wasn't dumb. Probably figured sticking with me was her best shot at survival.
As Yejin sped up her head movements, I felt the climax building.
"Hey, I'm gonna cum."
Hearing that, she went even faster, and the pleasure hit—I unloaded straight into her mouth.
Reflexively, Yejin tried to pull off as the cum flooded in, but I grabbed her head and shoved deeper.
"Fuuuck... that felt amazing."
Startled by my sudden move, she squirmed to escape my grip but quickly realized her place and stopped.
After emptying everything, I slowly pulled out of her mouth. A thick string of cum and saliva stretched from her lips to my tip.
"Cough! Cough!"
Probably choked from the deep thrust, Yejin started coughing, but I pressed my dick against her lips.
"Hey, finish the cleanup."
"Cough! Got it."
Yejin cleaned the lingering cum off my dick with her mouth, then swallowed what was left inside.
"Ahh, good work. You're the best onahole doll ever."
"Ugh... doesn't feel great hearing that."
She grimaced at my sincere praise, acting all high and mighty, but it was kinda cute, so I let it slide.
Seemed like she knew her place anyway.
After busting a nut, I took Yejin to check out my storage room, heading into the hallway.
"Wait, hold up. Stay right here in front of the door."
"Huh? Why?"
Yejin stood by the door as asked.
The storage had a trap spell I'd set up—it attacked anyone but me who entered. I had to register her as an exception.
"There. Done. The storage has traps for thieves. Had to make you an exception, so I tweaked the settings."
Yejin, clueless about magic, gave me a confused look. Smiling at that, I quietly opened the storage door.
"Huh? What do you mean? W-Wait... all this is yours?"
The door swung open to reveal shelves packed with food. Yejin looked stunned. She'd guessed I had supplies, but not this much.
"Help yourself to whatever's in here. Just don't waste it."
"O-Okay..."
Still dazed, Yejin stammered as I showed her the other storage rooms too, finally asking what my deal was.
"Doesn't matter. Just do your job here."
Obviously, I wasn't telling her about my black magic. No need to share my secrets. If a reliable long-term ally showed up someday, maybe, but not now.
Night fell, and Yejin and I lay on the same bed.
Holding someone while sleeping beat sleeping alone. Hugging Yejin, I got why people bought dakimakuras.
Drifting off to her scent with my eyes closed,
"Sob... sob..."
I heard soft crying.
Only Yejin and I were in the room, so it had to be her.
I could guess why.
Thinking back on the day: offering her body to a man, ditching her trash parents despite calling them that, her fate now in my hands—it was depressing, scary stuff.
I gently stroked her hair.
Thinking I was asleep, she flinched at my touch. I whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry. You're mine now. I'll protect you no matter what."
"...Okay."
With her teary response, we both sank into deep sleep on that bed.