Squeezing Out the Last Drop
Squeezing my balls to force out that very last drop—that was the absolute essence and core of my unique ability, Semen Injection.
"Heh." Well, it could just be my imagination, but there was an easy way to find out. I dragged Choi Heeseon to the edge of the bed. To make it easier to hammer my meat into her, I slid my hands under her knees and pushed them up, tilting her pelvis at a sharp angle.
Squelch, slide, plunge! Squish! Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh." With animalistic groans, her body shook mercilessly. Her melted, slack inner walls clamped down on my shaft, tightening around it like crazy once again.
By the time her juices ran down our junction and soaked the floor, the urge to blow hit me. I immediately let go of the reins.
"Huuuup!" Spurt, spurt, splurt! Splurt, spluuuurt! The moment my seed erupted from my urethra, a pleasure so intense it made my entire body shudder rippled through me.
And just as expected, that brain-melting final blast didn't burst out.
"Haa... fucking incredible..." It was a bit of a shame that I couldn't taste that extreme dopamine rush from activating my ability, but the sheer thrill of conquest and domination—of completely violating this defenseless woman like my personal toy—was almost as intoxicating. Fully satisfied, I collapsed onto the bed.
Thud.
"Haa..." The moment he drew the curtain and hid himself from view, the strength drained from my legs, and I slumped to the floor. The way he had glared at me made it glaringly obvious that my time was running out too.
"Senior..." I looked at the sergeant, but he only shook his head. There was no escaping this reality. The main road was completely gridlocked with cars, making it impossible to load food into the police cruiser and drive away. We couldn't even get in touch with the precinct.
"Th-then... what if we find somewhere in this neighborhood to hole up?" It would be risky, but the only idea I could come up with was to load the food into a vehicle and search for a hiding spot nearby.
"I don't want to."
"What?" While I was still reeling in confusion at Mikyung's refusal—especially since she had clearly just been brutally violated—my senior officer put his arm around my shoulder and crouched down.
"Yoo Jeong, stay calm. Get a hold of yourself." He mumbled as if he had more to say, so I waited in silence for him to speak.
"The situation now is very different from earlier... Now, we actually have time to prepare..." Click, whirrr. As he spoke, he drew his revolver from his waist. He spun the cylinder with his thumb, his eyes locked onto the gun.
"Time to steel ourselves to shoot that bastard dead... We'll throw his corpse to the monsters."
"S-senior..." I couldn't help but deeply agree with him. If we reinforced the entrance using the outdoor display stands and the metal shelves inside, we could hold off any zombies drawn by the gunshot. Besides, with the world in this state, worrying about disciplinary action was a luxury we couldn't afford. Just like he said, we just had to shoot him dead and feed him to the zombies. Having made up my mind, I nodded and stood up.
"L-let's move. Let's make this place our base and hold out." I looked at both my senior and Mikyung, conveying my resolve.
"Right, should we start by reinforcing our defenses?"
"Yes." I nodded, his suggestion aligning perfectly with my thoughts.
"Mikyung, please keep watch like you did earlier."
"...Fine." I felt a brief flash of irritation at her scowling response, but what could I do? She was the victim of a horrific assault... We moved quickly. Following our plan, we blocked the entrance using the outdoor stands and the interior metal shelves.
"Phew... Ah." As I stared at the sturdily barricaded entrance, a sudden worry crossed my mind. "M-Mikyung, is there a restroom here?"
"Yeah, over there."
"Phew..." I sighed in relief as she pointed toward a deep recess next to the counter.
"Are we done?" Mikyung muttered coldly. As she turned to leave, I grabbed her arm.
"Ah, what is it?"
"..." Was this really a woman who had just been brutally violated? She showed none of the terror typical of a victim. Though her brow was slightly furrowed as if she were in some pain, her expression was filled with nothing but a worry-free, languid ease. I wanted to ask her why she was acting like this, but I feared she might be desperately trying to block out that hellish experience, making it hard to bring up.
Slap.
"What..." She brushed my hand off bluntly, and I could only watch blankly as she walked away.
"Haa... Yoo Jeong, keep your head straight and take good care of her..."
"Yes, I will." After replying to the sergeant's request, I followed her as she stepped into the back storage room.
Sniff, sniff. The moment I entered the storage room, the thick, lingering scent of sex hit my nose, making me instinctively wave my hand in front of my face. Tap, tap.
"Fuck... What the hell is this... seriously..."
"...?" At Mikyung's cursing, I turned my head. She was lying on some cardboard boxes flattened on the floor, biting her nails while staring blankly into the air.
"...Is something wrong?" I asked, sliding down to sit on the floor with my back against the opposite wall.
"Ah, Unni, you can see the status window too, right?"
"..." I was briefly taken aback by her suddenly calling me 'Unni,' but it was better than being stiffly addressed as 'Officer' or 'Constable.' Shaking off my surprise, I replied, "Yes, I can see it."
"Haa... That guy wasn't lying to me, was he?"
"Well... I wouldn't know." What on earth was she looking at? She just kept biting her nails, staring anxiously into the empty air.
"What exactly is going on?" Driven by curiosity, I couldn't help but ask.
"Unni, do you... have a unique ability?"
"A-a unique ability?!" Judging by her staring into space and the question itself, it was easy to guess that she had obtained one. And if it was an ability, it would contain the power to survive this apocalypse. Naturally, I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"Do you have one or not?" Her tone carried a hint of superiority. It annoyed me slightly, but what could I do? I didn't have one. I could only shake my head.
"Can you tell me what it is?"
"Pfft, no way."
What is wrong with this girl? Rather than being annoyed by her teasing, I was utterly flabbergasted that a woman who had just been raped was actually giggling.
Don't tell me... this girl. A sudden, disturbing thought crossed my mind—what if, just as that rapist bastard had claimed, she had actually enjoyed being violated? But that was too unbelievable, so I quickly shook my head to dispel the dark thought. Yet... I recalled the woman I had seen through the window. The way she had been impaled by him, shaking like a doll as she lost her mind to pleasure. Maybe it wasn't entirely impossible after all.
"Haa... my head hurts..." I shook my head vigorously again, trying to escape the intrusive thoughts plaguing my mind.
"Hehehe, hm-hmm~"
She's completely lost her mind... Seeing her now humming a tune, I decided to just ignore her. No, wait. Before that, I needed to find out what kind of ability she had obtained.
"Seriously, what kind of ability did you get? Just tell me." At my question, she tilted her head slightly. Her gaze met my face, then slowly drifted down, landing right between my thighs.
"W-what is it?!" I gasped, flustered.
"Hmm... you'll find out later."
"Haa..." With a meaningful smile, she averted her eyes completely. I decided to just give up.
"Give me a cardboard box too."
"They're underneath." Following her directions, I reached under the shelf, pulled out a box, and flattened it on the floor.
"Ugh." The space was just big enough for two people to lie down. I stretched my stiff body, pulled out my phone, and sent text messages to my mom and dad, not knowing if they were dead or alive. Then, I logged onto an online community for working professionals.
I saw a post at the very top of the board.
What does that mean? Unable to understand, I carefully read through the replies.
Ha. As expected of an online community, it was full of dark humor even in a desperate situation. Or maybe... they were still holding onto hope because it was only the beginning of the apocalypse...
Tap, tap. I double-tapped the screen, and as it went black, my face was reflected in it. I'm pretty... I should have confidence. That's why that bastard is targeting me.
Of course, I didn't believe everything written on the forums. But I couldn't help but cling to a shred of hope. "Haa... so sleepy..." Having spent so much time browsing the community, a wave of sudden exhaustion washed over me, and my eyes began to close on their own.
BOOM! CRASH!
"...Gasp!" A deafening roar that sounded like the world was tearing apart violently assaulted my eardrums.
"Kyaaaak! Wh-what is that?!" Ringggg— Mikyung's scream echoed alongside the phone alarm I had set for 6:00 AM.
And then... "Aaaargh!" My senior's agonizing scream rang out. "Graaaargh!" Crunch! Squish! Along with a strangely familiar voice that sounded like it was mimicking a monster's roar, the sound of tearing flesh echoed through the air.
Thump-thump-thump, BAM! "Gasp!" Staring at the violently rattling storage room door, I hurriedly drew my gun.