I Am an Erotica Writer (Part 2) - Inspiration Bursts Forth!
Her narrow waist and seductive hips. The patch of pubic hair at the center of her crotch. The smooth legs smeared with something filthy yet still sleek. I spent a long time engraving every inch of her body into my memory before I finally moved the telescope.
"It's truly fascinating."
A woman's body is always different. Sometimes similar, sometimes so different you wonder if it's really the same person. That's why I can't stop my data collection. Every time feels fresh.
The reason I go to such lengths to observe these female zombies is simple: finding pornography in this world is nearly impossible. Computers do turn up in the Developed Land, but after decades of neglect, nine out of ten are broken. And even if you luck out and find a working one, the odds of it containing porn are ridiculously low.
"Who needs the lottery? This is the real jackpot."
If I had a girlfriend it might be different. But someone like me who's never dated has to do whatever it takes to write erotica. At least I'm lucky in one way: I get to see naked female bodies pretty often. Whether their clothes got torn to shreds while they mindlessly threw themselves into danger, or the fabric simply rotted away with age. Unless it's a freshly turned zombie, most of them are half-naked. Thank god for that.
Oh—got one! Found another.
"Wow... that, that... this is insane. Absolutely insane."
What caught my eye was an upper-grade female zombie who looked like a voluptuous woman in her mid-thirties. The chest on this thick-bodied zombie wandering aimlessly through the streets was so enormous it felt unreal. The word massive came to mind all on its own.
Thud, thud. Jiggle, sway, bounce.
Every clumsy step sent those two enormous breasts swinging dangerously. The vivid, heavy bouncing had an irresistible pull that captured any man's gaze. I stared with my mouth hanging open like an idiot, unable to look away.
How much time had passed? Her steps were slow, yet the regret of not being able to hold the sight forever made the minutes vanish in an instant. The female zombie walking toward the left had already crossed the center. Even the way the flesh beneath her plump buttocks folded and unfolded with each step was obscene. Her entire body was lewdness incarnate.
"Hah... A woman like that probably never let the men around her live in peace while she was alive."
Even a coward like me felt that way. Those swaying, massive breasts and buttocks that looked softer than marshmallows—I wanted to grab them with both hands and watch them bounce... Her figure was so outrageous it bordered on destructive.
I stood there like a stone statue, staring until the female zombie completely disappeared from view.
When I returned home, I went straight to my room and turned on my greatest treasure—the computer. I needed to record everything I'd seen today before the memory faded.
Whirring—whirring... A low operating sound filled the room as the screen lit up. I opened Notepad and poured out detailed descriptions of every female zombie I'd observed, capturing their unique shapes and seductive qualities without missing a single detail.
Tap tap. Tap tap. The cheerful sound of keyboard strokes echoed for a long while. Whenever I felt uncertain, I closed my eyes and replayed the scenes in my mind. A smile crept across my lips. I genuinely loved this moment—when the sights I'd witnessed became mine forever, preserved in writing.
"This is all my wealth. Pure wealth."
The descriptions of their appearances, the shapes and characteristics of every body part—they were all intangible assets to me. I might own nothing, but my heart felt rich.
Tap!
"Perfect."
With one final powerful keystroke, it was done. I saved the file and entered the title.
"The Haughty Older Sister with Teardrop Breasts~"
"And the Voluptuous Aunt Whose Entire Body Is Pure Lewdness"
These precious individuals would soon become major characters. Since they made me aroused just by looking, I hoped my readers would get aroused while reading. That was my sincere wish.
"It would've been nice if I had a camera..."
I could have looked at them again and again. The regret made me mutter pointless words.
Ever since the Shelter was established and entered its stable period, survival necessities had become cheap enough for anyone to afford. On the other hand, luxury items had grown so expensive that an E-Sector resident like me couldn't even dream of buying them. And cameras were clearly luxury goods. The cheapest models started at two hundred thousand coins, while high-end ones exceeded a million... Just how much was that, really?
An energy bar capable of replacing a full meal—compressed calories and protein—cost a thousand coins each. One to three thousand coins could keep you going for a full day. So thirty thousand coins meant ten days of three solid meals, and two hundred thousand coins... that was basically seventy days' worth of life. Wow. Expensive. When I actually thought about it, the price was staggering. Tsk...
"Still, not starving to death is something to be grateful for."
I pulled a long energy bar from my pocket, tore open the wrapper, and bit into it. Munch, munch. It might look like a snack, but this was my staple food. Each bar packed 1,200 calories and 52 grams of protein in a convenient package. The taste was nothing special. Almost flavorless, with only a faint sweetness that emerged while chewing. Chocolate or strawberry flavors cost five hundred to a thousand coins more per bar, so a broke guy like me had no choice but to stick with the plain ones.
"Do we even eat for taste? We eat to survive."
I shoved the last piece into my mouth and turned on the Intranet.
The Intranet. The official site run by the Shelter. A place where entertainment and culture still breathed, another world that connected people to one another.
If not for the Intranet, sectors below C might never have achieved this level of stability. We might be "safe" behind walls, but we were still trapped, living in fear of zombies. Without these small pleasures, many of us probably would have gone mad.
On the left side of the main page, countless bulletin boards stretched downward in a long list. Across the top were fixed banners for [MusicNet], [CinemaNet], [Animana], [Webtoon], [Nopia], and others. Clicking [Animana], the platform for anime and comics, would take you straight there. Only the first five episodes were free; after that you had to pay. Since each episode cost a brutal five hundred coins, I rarely used it.
"Even without that, there are still plenty of things to enjoy."
My mouth felt dry, so I took a sip of water, then habitually scrolled down and clicked the [E-Sector] board.
"I wonder what happened today."
An eye-catching post immediately grabbed my attention.
"Ugh... what a dirty bastard."
Tap tap. Tap tap. I left a comment too.
"It's because of guys like that that everyone lumps E-Sector residents together and calls us barbaric."
Most people here try to live like decent human beings.
For a while I spent a fulfilling stretch of time laughing at funny posts and occasionally leaving sharp comments on ones dripping with ignorance.
Oh, right. UltimateAnchovy is my username. It's because I've been living on scraps since I was a kid and ended up with this scrawny body. My friends even used to call me "frail." Even though I've been living independently since last year, I don't go farming very often, so I still miss meals all the time.
"Still, if you look closely, I think I look pretty decent..."
I absently stroked my chin, then touched my cheeks. They were hollow. People always say that without any fat in your cheeks you look gaunt, and that was me. It gave me a somewhat gloomy vibe too.
In other words, I wasn't popular.
It wasn't for nothing that I'd never dated a woman. In this apocalypse where survival came first, where we coexisted with the constant threat of zombies and violence between people broke out regularly, a small, frail-looking guy like me had zero chance of being popular.
A short, skinny guy looks pretty decent if you look closely? So what exactly am I supposed to do with that?
The ideal man for women these days is 'someone who can protect me.' Even if he's ugly, as long as he's reliable, he at least has the baseline to earn favor.
I didn't meet any of those criteria.
In that sense, I was jealous of Jack.
"Westerners really are different... Their natural build is on another level."
Maybe that was why Jack was so popular. I envied him.
When he calls me frail, I shoot back with "Stupid Jack!" but it's really just me desperately trying to hide my inferiority complex.
Still... I do have things to be proud of. Being smart, for one. Honestly, I take some pride in that.
'There are way too many stupid people in this world.'
After indulging in some self-praise that no one would ever acknowledge, I scrolled down. That's when I discovered a post I simply couldn't ignore.