Let's All Get Rich Together, Shall We? (1)
"Favor? What do you mean by..."
"Exactly what I said—a 'favor.' When I make a request or proposal, you all comply right away. That's the favor."
The next moment, Park Sang-hyuk's face hardened completely as he grasped the hidden meaning of 'favor'—subordination.
If he accepted my deal, he and all the high-floor survivors would essentially become my 'employees.'
Still, he knew the value of clean water well enough. Instead of rejecting it outright, he bought time by saying he'd have to discuss it with the others.
"Ahem... I think I need to talk it over with the others first."
"Of course, that's only natural. We'll be waiting on the 15th floor in the meantime."
"Then I'll come down to the 15th floor in an hour."
No sooner had we set a time to meet again than Park Sang-hyuk turned away first. I tossed him a carrot as he went.
"By the way, I'm planning to set up an exchange using my facilities. If that happens, those who trade with me first will be like early investors. They'd get a share of the profits... So please make a wise choice."
After proposing the 'deal' to Park Sang-hyuk, we stepped aside to let the high-floor survivors talk among themselves. We started gathering usable supplies and food from the 15th floor, moving them down to the 8th...
That's when an unexpected assault from Catherine caught me off guard.
After shifting supplies from the 14th and 15th floors to the 8th and heading back up...
Ziiiip.
"Phew, I thought I was gonna die of heat-mi-da."
Sweat pouring from her, Catherine yanked down her parka zipper like she couldn't take it anymore and shrugged it off. Then, down to just her black T-shirt, she stripped off all the layered tops she'd been wearing.
Her dizzying upper-body curves, hidden under the parka and thick clothes, were now fully exposed.
Her sweat-soaked T-shirt clung tight, showcasing the full weight of her massive tits. My eyes were drawn there automatically, and I spotted something poking out right at the center of those huge swells.
Oh damn... no bra.
Glub♡ glub♡ glub♡
Every time her arms fanned to cool herself, her heavy breasts bounced with undeniable heft. Easily H-cups or more, perfectly shaped without a hint of sag—those lewd, jiggling slabs of flesh kept shaking...
I forgot Aunt Hye-yeon was even there, lost in the sight.
And to top it off, despite being Western, she had no body odor—just a subtle floral scent wafting from her. With the post-battle excitement already making my cock itch, blood rushed south.
My massive rod swelled fast, bulging out the crotch of my suit.
Right then.
Aunt Hye-yeon faced me, her soft hand suddenly gripping my cock and balls tight as her eyes sharpened.
"Minwoo, honey... this isn't hard because of some other woman instead of your auntie, right?"
"Nngh... of course not, Auntie."
"Then why'd it get bigger right when Catherine took her clothes off?"
"That's... ugh..."
I couldn't answer fast enough, and she squeezed my balls just a bit harder. A small groan escaped my lips.
Meanwhile, oblivious to my predicament, Catherine kept making her even more voluptuous tits jiggle.
I needed an excuse to convince Auntie quick, but those huge melons kept distracting me.
I'm losing it.
As cold sweat trickled down my back in this 'surrounded on all sides' mess, Auntie's grip loosened. She flashed a coy smile.
"Hehe, just kidding. What man wouldn't get excited seeing that? Still kinda jealous though... But damn, Catherine's body is insane. That volume—whew♡ Even I want a piece as a woman."
"Haa... Auntie, seriously..."
"What's wrong? Is my Minwoo mad? Then maybe you can work off that anger in bed tonight♡"
Teasing my relieved sigh, Aunt Hye-yeon threw out that seductive taunt. Watching her, I vowed to give her a proper 'lesson' tonight.
Brushing off the little incident, we spent another 30 minutes moving supplies to the two apartments on the 8th floor. In the end, we secured enough food for all three of us to last over a month.
The lack of fresh veggies, produce, or seafood was a downside, but in a zombie apocalypse, even having such 'problems' proved our abundance.
Once we secure not just our floor but the whole building and start the exchange business...
I wasn't sure if the government or military—or humanity itself—would miraculously recover and contain the zombies. But with the app's power to build a solid foundation, our survival life wouldn't be so bad.
We could wash daily with 24/7 water and power, drink clean water freely—a truly human life. And I pictured myself as the 'big shot' controlling the new currency: water. Wielding power like a king.
A moment later, as visions of my own faction forming filled my head, an intriguing conversation between Auntie and Catherine caught my ear.
"Hey, Catherine. This might be rude, but can I ask something?"
"It's fine-mi-da! You can ask-mi-da."
"You were sweating buckets taking off that parka earlier, but you don't have that typical Western body odor. Did you spray something?"
"Ah, that... Actually, my grandma's half-Korean-mi-da. So our family doesn't get that smell."
"Oh? That's why. So your interest in Korea comes from your grandma?"
"Yes-mi-da. But honestly, K-dramas are a bigger reason. Hehe..."
Catherine grinned sheepishly, crediting her mixed grandma but mostly K-dramas. But what fascinated me more was her lack of odor. It was a crucial trait for a bitch I'd devour soon.
****
While Kim Minwoo and his group busily moved supplies, the survivors gathered in 1604 were deep in thought.
"Comply with his words in exchange for water... That's basically becoming his subordinates, right?"
"But he can really make clean water, and if the exchange works out... wouldn't it be okay? Our bottled water's running low anyway, and tap water's sketchy."
A middle-aged man and woman aired their negative and positive views.
Then, a young—no, boyish high schooler cut in.
"But we outnumber them, so why worry? We can just jump 'em when they're off guard. I'll take that big guy—ow! Why'd you hit me?!"
A burly man smacked the back of his reckless head. It was Park Sang-hyuk.
"Don't butt in when adults are talking. Be quiet."
"Dad!"
"Tch..."
The brief father-son spat quieted the living room. Park Sang-hyuk, glaring at his son, spoke slowly.
"I didn't get to mention this earlier. That Kim Minwoo said the purifier has some anti-theft device—only he can operate it. It might be true, might not..."
He trailed off, implying something more important than the 'anti-theft device.' All eyes turned to him, and a solid fact rang out.
"One thing's sure: if we clash physically... we'll lose a lot of people. Their gear outclasses ours, as you all saw."
"But even so, it's just two guys—gurk!"
Whether brainless or just hot-blooded, Park Soo-hyun interrupted again. But he soon rolled on the floor in agony—Park Sang-hyuk had smashed his fist down on his head.
"You little shit... Ahem! Sorry. Anyway, regardless of the deal, we shouldn't fight them. That's my take."
"Yeah, they had that crossbow and huge axe..."
"Right. We've just got kitchen knives and a few tools, so Sang-hyuk's right."
"And we only have four who can really fight..."
With their leader Park Sang-hyuk indirectly endorsing Kim Minwoo's deal, the room's mood tipped decisively. Suggestions assuming acceptance followed.
"So let's agree to the deal and do what they want. If it gets too weird or excessive, we build strength and resist then."
"Or just test the waters first? Say we won't do anything too extreme..."