Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Yoon Bo-ra, 21 Years Old
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Yoon Bo-ra, 21 years old
My name is Yoon Bo-ra, and I'm 21.
After graduating high school, I worked at a regular company, got some certifications, and now I do nails at a nail salon.
I never really wanted to study, so I didn't go to college.
I could have gotten into a university in Seoul, and my homeroom teacher even thought it was a waste.
But what can you do when you just hate studying?
This might sound arrogant, but I'm pretty cute, and I've got a killer body.
With my E-cup tits (75E), guys' eyes follow me everywhere I go.
Once I started dolling myself up at the company, dudes came at me left and right asking me out.
"Can't you stay over tonight? We've been dating for two months already."
All the guys I dated were the same.
After a few dates, they all wanted my body.
If I made them wait, they'd get disappointed and bail without fail.
Like whiny kids who couldn't hold out until I was ready to give it up.
These days, I don't date guys.
Hanging out with friends, shopping, grabbing delicious food, hitting clubs to blow off steam—it's way more fun than dealing with men.
Sex? Sure, I'll do it someday, but I don't want to be the one begging for it.
Unless I meet a guy whose pheromones make my womb ache just from standing next to him.
*
'I'm gonna die without ever having sex.'
I've been starving all day, so why is sex the first thing on my mind instead of food?
Maybe because facing death makes me regret all the things I haven't tried.
If I'd known it would end like this, I should've just given in to my ex and let him have it.
I'm the last one left hiding in this classroom.
There's a monster lurking in the hallway, so I can't go outside.
I'm gonna die anyway, but I don't want to get eaten by one of those things.
It's the third floor—maybe if I jump?
No, using the cutter knife that student left behind would be more reliable.
Lost in those thoughts, I gazed out the window at what might be my last view of the world.
'Huh?'
Out on the sports field, some guy's fighting a monster.
He's swinging around what looks like a metal pipe, beating the crap out of it.
'Is that really a person?'
It's not even a fight.
He's just unilaterally slaughtering the monster.
He took out all those monsters on the field in less than an hour.
'Sca, scary.'
I think our eyes met.
He's pretty far away, but he's staring right at me intently.
What if he comes to kill me?
I was just thinking about suicide a minute ago, so why am I scared of dying now?
*
"Here, eat."
The bread and chocolate he pulled from his backpack were insanely good.
Even though this guy was dangerous enough to smash monsters, I held out my hands for more.
"Um... if you have any more..."
He gave me two more pieces of bread and a bottle of water.
It was empty stomach or not, but this was the best bread I'd ever tasted in my life.
He lived in a nearby studio apartment.
He'd come for monster corpses, and now that he was done, he said.
"I'll clear out the zombies on the first floor on the way down. If you hole up in the cafeteria, you can hold out for a while."
He's gonna leave me behind.
He scared me earlier, but now being left alone terrifies me more.
"Take me with you! I swear I won't regret it. I-I'm... re-really good at se-sex!"
I'm a virgin, but I lied anyway.
This guy's a man too, so he'll need a woman eventually.
I'm a mess right now, but after a wash, I'd be decent enough.
To survive, I had to seduce him.
"Grab anything you want to take and come out."
Yes!
*
His studio apartment was ridiculously clean.
Not just clean for a guy—cleaner than my own place.
"Water isn't infinite. We shower together."
Trouble hit the second we arrived.
Shower with the guy I just met today? Really?
But I had no right to refuse.
'What do I do? He can't find out I lied.'
They say worrying itself is a bad omen?
His hands with the scrubber were so ticklish that I got found out right away.
"You're a virgin, huh? Why'd you lie?"
"Well, guys hate girls who are bad at it, so..."
He grumbled something about not knowing the value of virginity, but it went in one ear and out the other.
All I could see in the tub was his rippling muscles and that massive thing.
It looked even bigger than the Western porn stars I'd seen.
"Wash up and come out."
He tossed me the scrubber and left the bathroom.
Luckily, the lie only got me a scolding.
*
"When I get sexually aroused, I unleash superhuman strength."
If zombies weren't roaming the world, I wouldn't believe it.
If I hadn't seen people from school turn into monsters, I wouldn't believe it.
If I hadn't watched him beat monsters on the sports field, I wouldn't believe it.
"There's too many of them over there, and I have to smash buildings too. My current power isn't enough."
He said he had to fight gangsters and asked me to get him excited.
I'd steeled myself to follow him, but the reason being sex was kinda funny.
He wiped out the monsters, fed me, brought me home, and even helped me wash up.
He overlooked my lie and gave me clothes.
He could have forced me, but he even explained why we were doing it.
His kindness must've melted my heart without me realizing.
"No way. You're gonna shove it in hard—how's that not gonna hurt?"
I kept objecting to what he said.
Like chatting with friends and going, "Nah, that's not it."
"It wouldn't work with anyone else. Why are you keep saying this won't work, that won't work? I said pick, not chatter."
His expression changed.
He wasn't just some nice guy.
"If you're not gonna do it, get out. I don't need a woman who won't help."
And there it was—he told me to leave.
Leaving now meant going out to die.
"I'm sorry! You were so nice to me, Oppa, I got ahead of myself... I won't do it again, never again. Please...!!"
I had no choice but to cling and beg.
I'd forgotten this man was my lifeline.
When he said he wanted to get excited, I should've just spread my legs.
"If you're gonna be this good, why hesitate so much?"
His voice changed.
Not just his voice.
The hand caressing my face felt strangely sticky.
Like Christian Grey groping Ana's body.
"Up close, you're even prettier."
He approached with an irresistible gaze.
How could his face change like that?
He wiped my tears, stroked my cheek, caressed my jaw—and my lower belly started throbbing.
My lips dried up, saliva swallowed hard.
I even heard voices.
'This is the man who saved you. He'll be your master, granting you the blessing of pleasure. Obey whatever he commands. That's how you survive.'
My vision blurred.
My mind grew hazy.
But the man before me was crystal clear.
His sexy lean muscles and that bulging thing made my heart race.
The man making me tremble whispered low.
"Strip. Don't leave a single thing on."
An irresistible command, and I wouldn't resist anyway.
He's my master now.
*****
Did my Dominant trait's control tendency affect Bo-ra too?
[Women can be dominated in body and mind through sexual submission.]
Bo-ra stripped with an ecstatic expression.
The shyness from the bathroom was completely gone.
Now that expression could only be described as "submission."
She couldn't have submitted to me in a single day, so the Status Window must've pulled some strings.
Now it's even toying with people's hearts.
Thanks to it, getting her excited was a lot easier—not bad at all.
*
She looked way different under the dim bathroom light.
"Nice tits. What cup size?"
"...E-cup."
She flinched when I touched under her breast.
The pleasant weight spread from my palm through my whole body.
Her full, overflowing breasts wouldn't fit in one hand.
"Ha-ut, haang... Mas... ter, there... hng, feels... weird..."
I pinched her nipple between my fingers, squeezing like dough, and it hardened right away.
The ripe, dough-like bounce every time I pressed was perfection.
Masturbating while aroused would be hot, so I started teasing her first.
She purred like a kitten in heat, and my cock stiffened up.
I kneaded one breast while sucking the nipple of the other.
The flushed peach hue looked utterly delicious.
Slurp... smooch... smack...
Suck suck... slurp... sssip... inhale...
"Kyaaang~ ha-ut, haang... D-don't suck so... ut, ut, ha-eut."
Even as she said that, she wrapped her arms around my head.
A silent plea for me to suck harder.
But I had zero intention of indulging her.
"Don't touch my body yet."
"S-sorry."
She panicked when the teasing cut off abruptly.
I told her to raise her arms and grab the sofa backrest.
That naturally pushed her tits together, making them easier to suck.
I had her put her legs on the sofa, spread in an M-shape.
Her plump, moistening flesh and parted slit were exposed raw.
The surrendered pose doubled the arousal.
Bo-ra was flushed in spots, clearly turned on.
Her dewy eyes and pitiful breaths yearned for my touch.
I engulfed her areola like biting into a peach.
A light nip on the nipple arched her back like a bow.
"Ha-euk... ho-guk, ha-euk, more... ha-rder..."
She bucked her hips to match my sucking rhythm.
The soft, up-and-down jiggle brushing my face was pure bliss.
I possessed her like a newborn craving milk, sucking for dear life.
Sweet skin scent filled the air, sticky moans stiffening my ears.
I don't know how long I went at it, but Bo-ra, clinging to the sofa and whimpering, finally went limp.
Below her crotch, it was already a land flowing with dew and honey.
A tangy scent crept up, tickling my nose.
The pheromones calling for sex.