Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: I Need to Get Excited
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I needed to get aroused.
To turn the mart into a sea of flames, there was one more thing I needed besides the black liquid from melted zombies.
The Celebrity Buff skill.
I had to max out my stats with it to collapse the rooftop floor.
Yun-ji had sucked me off twice to increase its uses, but I'd already burned through it earlier.
Now I had to raise the usage count without her.
If I can't use my teeth, I'll use my gums.
I didn't necessarily need a woman to get excited.
For the first time since the zombie outbreak, I booted up my PC.
I opened my secret collection folder of top-tier sushi rolls, handpicked for their essence, and sat down in my chair.
Without Yun-ji, I figured I'd jerk off to build up skill uses.
If I went at it hard enough, I could hit the system's "threshold" for arousal.
"Haang... Kimocchi~ Ee~ Hayaku, motto! Motto!"
Not getting hard.
The half-decent faces and sultry moans that always made me cum quick felt meh today.
Even as they put on those coquettish acts, all I could picture was Yun-ji diligently sucking my dick.
Did my tastes change already? I haven't even fucked her yet.
I switched videos and shook my dick furiously, but I kept thinking about Yun-ji's mouth.
Handjobs weren't cutting it, so I pulled out my tool.
An onahole I'd splurged on from Denga.
Top-of-the-line model replicating a legendary pussy with intricate spiral parts.
Come on, just cum already!
Over 30 minutes of pounding with high-tech gear, and nothing.
My wrist ached like hell, but I felt zero sensation—like, what the fuck?
When it was in Yun-ji's mouth, my dick felt like it was gonna explode.
In the end, my jerk-off plan to cum failed.
I usually busted fine with hand or toy, but today? Nothing.
I hadn't panicked this hard even when the Status Window first appeared.
Don't tell me... I can't cum without Yun-ji?
To shake off this ominous hypothesis, I needed a test subject woman.
*****
12 hours later—
I unwrapped the bandage and rotated my arm, checking its condition.
The 500-point blood money item performed as advertised.
I grabbed my bat and headed out.
No more wasting time on masturbation that wouldn't even get me hard.
While prepping materials to assault the mart, I'd find a "real" woman.
I had to boost skill uses somehow before rescuing Yun-ji.
*
First stop: the convenience store right by my place.
I'd spotted a bigger cart than my current one in their warehouse.
I dragged the cart to the construction site where I'd taken out those three punks.
Just dried bloodstains on the floor and walls—the zombies must've devoured the bodies already.
Deeper inside, I found what I needed.
Drums neatly stacked for holding black liquid.
Three should do it.
Each drum held about 200 liters.
600 liters would soak the mart's entire floor.
Sizing up the cart and drums, I figured I could haul three if I stacked them right.
I grabbed a sturdy-looking one and bashed a hole in the top with my bat.
Dump dismembered zombies in, and they'd melt into black liquid on their own.
Loaded the drum onto the cart and headed to my third stop.
This time, the high school about 200 meters from my studio.
No finely chopped zombies around my place to stuff in drums.
I'd cleared them all out before fetching Yun-ji.
So I headed to a school, where zombies should be clustered.
"Kraaaang!!"
Any zombies on the way? I'd smash their heads and rip 'em apart into the drum.
Took over an hour to cover those 200 meters.
*
The school was a wreck from the entrance.
A half-eaten corpse jammed between the iron barricades.
Probably the janitor who'd set up obstacles to protect the students.
The sports field crawled with plenty of zombies.
Mostly student zombies in gym clothes or uniforms, but adults mixed in.
Teachers or escapees who fled here.
I vaulted the barricade onto the field.
"Grrr..."
Nearby zombies turned their gazes to me in unison.
I gripped my bat tighter and launched at the clustered ones.
Time to hunt.
1 hour later—
Acquired 47 points!
"Haa... haa..."
I'd cleared every zombie wandering the field.
Longest I'd swung the bat since the outbreak.
Dragged over the drum and started dismantling the zombies littering the ground.
Slice, stuff, rip, stuff. At first I wondered if I'd ever finish, but soon enough, two drums were nearly full.
Straightened up for a breather, and a shadow flickered in a building window.
Survivor?
Even in a quiet neighborhood with people around, survivors weren't surprising.
Some unbitten student or teacher might be holed up there.
My Perception hadn't pinged, so no hostility.
Perfect—I needed a woman to experiment on anyway. Opportunity knocking.
Hacked and tore even harder until all three drums were packed.
Now just wait for them to melt into black liquid.
The shadow had been at the far end of the third floor.
Please be a woman. Not a virgin...
*
Cleared zombies around the stairs and bolted straight to the third floor.
Zombies prowled the third-floor hallway too.
About ten of 'em. They caught my scent and charged with roars.
Sliced 'em easy with the bat, then opened a classroom door.
Hmm...
Desks and chairs scattered everywhere, teacher's desk in the corner.
Black shadow under the desk.
No time for games, so I bellowed.
"Come out! I can see you."
The desk scraped, and something rose from below.
"Ugh, sob... P-please... spare me..."
Not Black—she was a woman slathered in black liquid.
*****
Her name was Yoon Bo-ra, 21, worked at a nearby nail salon.
Luckily, not a virgin.
"People suddenly turned into monsters, so we fled into the school building..."
About 15 people, including students, had hidden in this classroom.
They'd barely cleared zombies from the third floor and hunkered down for a day.
"We had water, but no food at all."
A few guys went to raid the cafeteria on the first floor.
Grab ingredients from the storeroom, and they could've held out for days.
"But, sob... a boy got bitten on the way back. Didn't even realize fighting zombies."
The bitten boy wiped out all the third-floor survivors.
Bo-ra had survived because she was in the bathroom at the time.
"So you smeared that on yourself to fool the zombies?"
"Yes. A student told me. Monsters have keen noses—cover up with this."
The black liquid reeked so bad, it numbed your nose up close.
Zombies with sharp smell weren't immune.
She was caked in the gunk—utterly hideous.
I didn't need pretty, just enough to get it up, but I couldn't even gauge her now.
Gurgle~
No surprise, starving like that.
Pulled water, bread, and chocolate from my backpack and handed them over.
"Eat."
Her eyes lit up as she shoveled it in ravenously.
Choked a bit, then downed a whole bottle of water in seconds.
"Um... got more...?"
Throat raw, words came out hoarse.
Two more breads and water—gone in a flash.
"Haa... I might live..."
Hunger sated, her tense face relaxed.
Still pitch-black, though.
"I saw you fighting zombies on the field, oppa."
Oppa slipped out naturally.
Didn't seem shy around guys.
"How are you so good? You took out the whole field alone."
I told her special powers awakened when zombies appeared.
Nothing but the truth, except calling the Status Window my "special power."
"Like Spiderman bitten by a spider?"
Fan of superhero flicks, huh.
"Kinda. No web-shooters, though."
She chuckled, then glanced out the window.
"You were chopping monsters and stuffing 'em in drums—what for?"
"Making what you're wearing. Zombies melt into it after a day."
Said I needed the black liquid.
She lost interest, didn't pry further.
"I'll clear first-floor zombies on the way down. Cafeteria's got supplies—you can hold out till the army comes."
Ingredients and cookware there.
"What about you, oppa?"
"Taking those back. Live nearby."
"Th-then... take me with you? I hate being alone. I'll do anything, please..."
Desperate eyes begging.
Anything, huh... Exactly what I wanted to hear.
"You really mean anything?"
"Y-yes! Anything you say! I cook great... clean great... nails too!"
"What do I need nails for?"
"Oh, r-right. Um... I'm pretty. Guys loved me. Messed up now, but... wash off, I'll be fine! Really!"
"That I like."
"Right? You won't regret it. I-I'm... amazing at s-sex too!"
There it was.
Desperate not to get left behind, pitching hard.
Good enough for an arousal test.
Grinned—too pleased?—and opened the door.
"Grab your stuff and come out."
She got it, squealed in joy.
"For real? You're really taking me?"
"No time—hurry up and come out."
"Yes yes! Coming!"
Came for zombies, scored an unexpected bonus.