Search and Destroy (1)

...Bzzz... Bzzz...

As I vaguely felt the massive ass and warm softness of my aunt beneath me, a familiar vibration sound came from somewhere. My hazy mind gradually sharpened, and with the memory of my last ejaculation while gripping her ass, my eyes caught sight of my phone vibrating furiously just within reach.

First, I carefully lifted myself off my still-sleeping aunt's body. Swish... Slap, slap... Even after cumming nine times last night, my miraculously morning-hard cock swayed as I grabbed the phone.

'Huh? I was moving non-stop all night...'

Something felt oddly light about my body in the process, but my fully awakened reason demanded I check the phone first. Unlocking it deftly, I saw a new window floating over layers of piled-up notifications.

The screen was filled with what looked like a 3D scan of my surroundings—my house and nearby apartments—with red, blue, and green dots scattered here and there. Along with the concise summary line at the bottom, I realized the Scanning function I'd only seen described before had activated.

'I didn't unlock it separately though?'

As I wondered why Scanning—which required 50 MP to unlock—had suddenly kicked in, the phone vibrated oddly, and my mom's photo popped up on the screen. That's when I finally noticed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the current time.

'09:32'

'Heh, I'm fucked.'

.

"Yeah... Mom. Got it, sorry. I'll call you tonight at the right time."

After nearly five minutes of apologizing to Mom for missing our promised time, I ended the call.

"Mm... Minwoo, you're already up."

My aunt, who had endured my rough pounding all night, woke up looking far more intact than expected. Aside from the dried stains of bodily fluids everywhere and her tousled hair, she exuded her usual beauty—no, an even more sensual allure than normal, Lee Hye-yeon.

Throb! At that breathtaking, erotic sight, my cock reared up as if announcing it was ready.

But the naughty morning fun my dick craved didn't happen. Just like last night, she flashed a mysterious smile at my raging hard-on and headed straight to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom.

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠defined back muscles on display, that 40-inch ass jiggling, her plump thighs crossing to reveal her pussy mound soaked in my cum...

My ass clenched on the bed at the sight, but the backlog of notifications and the new quest window held me back.

.

After checking the notifications I'd missed while focused on sex with my aunt, I learned I'd gained 125 MP and various items from achievements and quest rewards, plus unlocked Vitality Recovery skill and Scanning.

An hour later, I'd equipped everything from the temporary inventory except the tool set: C-grade stab-proof suit, tactical gloves, multi-tool belt set, reinforced jumpsuit, military knife, face protection mask, hunting crossbow, and 20 bolts. Before heading out, I checked my stat window one last time—to prepare against zombies and see if I'd missed anything.

'I have some points to spare, but nothing worth buying...'

As I pondered the Hacking skill I'd bought for 50 MP from the shop, my remaining MP, and the mostly '?'-marked skill sales window, my aunt's worried voice came from behind.

"Minwoo, are you sure you'll be okay alone? I really think I should go with you..."

"No, Aunt, that's not happening."

My aunt, gripping a kitchen knife on day one clothes, insisting on coming along. Of course, I knew two were better than one, but...

I couldn't take her without proper armor. Worrying about her vulnerability in close combat would create openings for me, but more importantly, I couldn't risk losing this miraculously connected woman so stupidly.

'If a zombie suddenly bites her...'

I shook my head to banish the unwanted image and pulled her soft ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body into my arms, whispering.

"I'm fine with all this solid gear on, so don't worry. If anything happens, I'll yell, so wait by the entrance and come help then, Aunt."

"Okay, got it... Call me if there's trouble, and be really careful..."

"Of course."

As she clung to me, her voice full of affection and worry urging caution, we held each other for quite a while before parting. Right after, I confirmed safety outside via the Scanning screen and carefully unlocked the door manually.

Whirr... Click.

As the door opened with the small motor's distinctive whir, the phone strapped to my left forearm—the Scanning map—showed one red dot moving fast.

Thud-thud-thud-thud!

"Grraaagh..."

At the same time, footsteps and a gurgling rasp from the stairs connecting to the 6th floor. I slammed our door shut and backed away from the stairs.

Shouldering the crossbow in my right hand, I aimed at the ascending stairs...

Soon, the 'thud-thud' turned to 'thump-thump', and a familiar face appeared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from the stairwell.

'The 704 guy after two days.'

His usually shiny bald head crusted with bloodstains, black eyes without whites gleaming, the (former) neighbor uncle, (current) bald zombie climbed up.

As my face reflected in those pitch-black eyes, he let out a chilling screech and scrambled up on all fours.

"Kieeeaaagh!!"

His neck flesh, bitten by his young wife, flopping grotesquely as he climbed—thanks to Fear Immunity, I held my breath and aimed at his bare forehead.

The moment his hefty body fully reached the 7th floor, my trigger finger squeezed smoothly.

Twang!

Swoosh!

Briefly, the bolt narrowed to a point, slicing air—then,

Splat!!

"Gurrgh..."

Watermelon-burst sound, his head snapping back. His body lurched forward, but the head's recoil lifted his feet off the ground momentarily.

No wings meant gravity won. Thud!... His 80-90kg frame hit back-first with a heavy smack.

His limbs twitched briefly after his torso, then went limp, merging with the cold floor.

I watched, swiftly reloading the crossbow.

"Take that, ngh!..."

Almost flagged unconsciously, but held back. Aiming the crossbow, I approached the corpse (presumed) cautiously.

At about 2m away, I fired into his right eye.

Twang! Splat!!

The bolt pierced the black orb, embedding deep in the skull toward the brain. The second zombie movie survival rule—double tap. Realizing the true meaning of "shoot if unsure."

'No need to touch; one more to the head is safest.'