Acting Like the Brutal Rapist (Tentative) - 8
"Damn..."
There were just too many zombies. I had no idea where they'd all come from—an astonishing number. They weren't a match for me, but I couldn't dart around freely as I pleased either.
"You okay?"
"Ah, don't talk to me. I'm wiped... fuck."
Fortunately, Seohee was still alive. I was grateful for that alone. I'd tried to take down the zombies as cleanly as possible, but carrying a woman on my back meant there was bound to be some jostling here and there.
I'd considered breaking through or making a run for it, but with that many zombies, it wasn't feasible. It wasn't just me moving; hauling a dying woman piggyback made it too risky. In the end, I had to kill them all.
"Nngh..."
It was scary. Not their attacks grazing my skin, but the thought of one landing on Seohee behind me. Still, I fought on and on.
Finally, I'd taken them all down.
"We're good! Just hang in there a little longer!"
"Got... urgh, so... just fucking run..."
A critically injured ally has occurred!
Would you like to view the Wound Healing Tutorial?
Finally inside the apartment, I stared at the status window that popped up before my eyes.
Perfect timing—I needed this info. I hurriedly hit the 'Yes.' button.
Friendly lifeforms inside the base will gradually recover HP as long as they haven't suffered fatal wounds!
Nice! This was what I'd been hoping for. My base was a hideout way too good for my status, so I'd figured it might have some extra perks.
Acquiring medications from Supply Points can reduce recovery time or pain!
I can look into that later... I didn't know where those Supply Points were yet, but I'd find them eventually if I searched hard enough.
In cases of permanent damage to limbs or organs, full recovery cannot be achieved with base healing effects or medications alone! In such cases, utilize a [Doctor]'s abilities inside the base for treatment!
This might be tricky... But thinking about it, it wasn't the worst outcome. In a world without proper hospitals, someone with injuries this severe might've been crippled for life. The fact there was even a chance of recovery was something to be thankful for.
"What the hell is this? You think this shit works?"
"Yeah, it does. Just bear with it a little."
I got into the elevator with her, suppressing my pounding heart, and headed into my apartment.
"M-Master! Why'd you take so long? I was gonna come looking for you if... huh?"
Sua, mid-cuddle, froze in shock at the sight of Han Seohee tied to my back.
"No time! She's hurt bad—wash her as gently as you can!"
"Y-Yes... yes?"
"Hurry!"
Too many wounds on her body. Leaving her like this could lead to infection.
"I'm counting on you!"
I frantically yanked open the living room drawer and pulled out the medicines.
◈ Basic wound ointment. Applying to affected areas will speed recovery.
"Thank goodness..."
When it mentioned getting meds from Supply Points, I'd wondered, What about the ones already in my apartment? Luckily, these counted as items too.
"Gotta make some porridge at least..."
No telling how long it'd been since she'd eaten. Maybe not since we first met. Too much food might make her sick. I whipped up some rice porridge with water and uncooked rice.
"Done! Uh! Can you come carry her?"
"Y-Yeah. Coming!"
Seohee's body was beautiful, but right now it was torn and filthy in places.
"...Why turn away all shy-like? You've seen everything already, right?"
"True..."
Yeah, now wasn't the time to worry about her modesty. I lifted her, wiped her down with a towel, and gently moved her to my bed.
"Ointment. It's gonna sting."
"Fuck... This shit's hard to get. You sure about using it on me? With all these goddamn wounds, a little won't even make a dent."
"I'll just get more."
"So goddamn wasteful..."
I slathered the ointment generously over her stomach and back, chest and waist, legs and arms—like lotion. With how little I had left, it ran out fast.
"Hang tight. I'll grab some clothes."
I could feel her struggling. See her biting back screams. I brought some women's clothes from the family stash and dressed her oh-so-carefully.
"...Can't I just go without?"
Seohee trembled like she was scared.
"Might get cold, and covering up's better for now..."
"Fuuuuck..."
She shook her head feebly.
"Be gentle. I'm fucking begging you. Panties at least..."
"It's fine. I'll go slow."
I eased the panties over her, covering her pussy with utmost care. Even brushing her legs felt risky—her bones couldn't take it yet. The wounds were slowly covered. Her frail, pitiful body hidden away.
"Hungry? Want some food?"
"...Feeding me too, on top of this? Just how loaded are—whatever. Anyone with a brain wouldn't have saved me back there."
Seohee's face flushed red with shame. She was grateful. And she had no clue how to respond to kindness like this.
"Just say thanks."
"Thanks, fuck... thanks. Doesn't make sense. Why go this far for me? Could've just killed me right there—"
Seohee choked up, spewing self-loathing again.
"Heard the thanks loud and clear. Now let's eat?"
"Fuck, answer when someone's asking!"
"Figured you were hungry."
"..."
She went quiet. Guess she was starving.
I held her in my arms and fed her spoonfuls of porridge.
"Warm. Hurts like fuck, but... goddamn tasty."
"Right?"
"Thought it'd be some shitty gruel with a few rice bits in water... this is porridge? What the hell have I been eating all this time..."
"Nothing special. Just porridge. Once you're better, I'll make all the good stuff. Hang in there with this for now."
"Fuuuuck..."
It was well-salted, but felt saltier now. One of her tears had dripped into the bowl on the table.
"Here, eat up. Ahh."
"Aaaah..."
She couldn't use her limbs. No choice but to sit in my lap, helpless, accepting the food I fed her.
Seohee was powerless. Her body warm. A woman between my legs. So close, eating from my spoon.
Suddenly, she sighed.
"This mean anything?"
"Hm?"
"You know. I'm a rice-guzzler now. No way to fix my limbs."
"..."
"Fine for today, you spoon-feeding me. But forever? Taking care of all my needs?"
She turned her head with effort, looking at me.
"Fuck, I get you like my pussy... but this doesn't add up. No matter how I think about it."
"What, dump you now after dragging your ass out like that?"
"Well... yeah, kinda."
I stroked her head ever so gently.
"I'd do it forever. It's fine. And someday, you'll heal."
"Like this?"
"Said a doctor can fix it."
"Fuck, where's a doc who can reattach limbs just lying around?"
"We'll find one. You can hold out till then. Now eat. Ahh."
"Ah..."
Seohee swallowed a spoonful and drooped her head limply.
"So... I can stay here?"
"Obviously. I brought you."
Tears streamed from her eyes.
"No reason. Fucking none. Girls like me are everywhere, crippled without limbs..."
"World doesn't always run on reasons."
"I owe you a ton, tried to kill you, been a total bitch..."
"Wait, you were actually trying to kill me back then? I hoped not..."
"Fuck if I know... ugh, heh... sob..."
She sobbed pitifully. I waited until she'd cried it all out.
"Fuck, you're a weird bastard..."
"Ahh."
"Ah..."
She took another spoonful. I felt her trembling ease. Her body stabilizing bit by bit. Maybe the ointment, or my base's recovery buff.
"Whatever. Who am I to question. Never been one for overthinking anyway..."
Seohee smiled faintly. Half-resigned, half-happy.
"You want me alive, right?"
"Of course."
"Then I'll live. Even as a legless, armless rice-waster who can't feed herself or wipe her own ass."
"That's exactly what I want."
"Fuck, seriously..."
Seohee let out hollow laughs.
"Open up. Ahh."
"Ah..."
I fed another spoonful to her lips. Extended Han Seohee's life a little more.
For me.