Satisfaction. Or Moving Forward - 4
An Sua wasn't a foolish woman. She certainly wasn't kind-hearted or selfless either. That's why she immediately bowed her head to him. She didn't want to die.
But his reaction was far too gentle. An Sua had no choice but to agonize over it.
If I give this man the wrong information right here, right now... I could deceive him.
This is Anseongu. There was an orphanage nearby once, but if you avoid people just right, it's not impossible to never run into anyone at all.
I don't know why he has this apartment, but just going back and forth between here and the Supply Mart in front would be enough to survive.
Assuming everything he said was true, he was a primordial human. The kind you might rarely see in comics or romance novels, someone capable of "love." In this space with no one else around, from a safe and comfortable position, they could simply live happily ever after. It was something that could happen if she took just a tiny bit more risk. It wasn't impossible.
But Sua couldn't choose that path.
There was a part of her that didn't want to deceive the benefactor she was grateful to, but that wasn't a big enough reason.
A solo scavenger couldn't afford to harbor anything in her heart beyond survival. Those who did died quickly. You had to seek out food that was less rotten, even if it made you gag, rather than something tasty that wouldn't last. You had to pick spots for short naps that maximized your chances of surviving a little longer, not comfortable beds. That's how she'd lived. That's how she'd run.
But now, right in front of her eyes, there was an opportunity. A chance to live comfortably from here on out, loved by the man before her. A chance to turn this awkwardly smiling man into one made just for her.
But Sua didn't choose it.
"Then... can I officially apply to be a candidate for Oppa’s sex slave?"
It terrified her. Getting kicked out of this apartment scared her. She wanted to stay in this comfortable space even a little longer. And god forbid he suddenly change his expression and yell, "I've put up with you this long... You really think I'm a joke?" while killing her.
She permitted him her body. She became a sex slave. She settled in.
What she gave up first was the privilege of being "the woman he met first."
And An Sua kept on living. She walked the streets. She cheered as she watched him fight, praising him endlessly.
That's how she knew. The man before her was qualitatively different from her.
He wasn't someone who had to scour every corner with fire in his eyes just for a safe bed. He didn't need to weigh whether ignoring constant hunger or dodging horrific, powerful zombies offered better survival odds.
Everything was natural for him. Everything was a given. He claimed it all as if it were obvious and saved others in the process. He forgave those who'd tried to kill him. He took her in, worked to make her limbs move again. Instead of hating those who'd been rude to him, he saved the doctor's sister.
He was different. Driven by a different mindset, different values, living in an entirely different world. Even if they trod the same ground, even if he lay in the same bed and shared his body with her, she couldn't think of him as the same "person" as her.
That's why she wanted to protect him. Preserve that unrealistic mystery.
He was different from her—someone who could die any moment without it meaning much. He was more precious. More valuable. Greater.
At some point, just being with him filled An Sua with gratitude and happiness. She fell in love with him.
"It's not about sacrificing for others. I just like Master."
An Sua approached softly and hugged me.
"...Why?"
"He's handsome, strong, kind, loves me, amazing, and... do I need more?"
I gave an awkward smile and nodded weakly.
"That seems like enough."
"It's not that I like other women throwing themselves at Master. I like seeing Master hold other women, save them... and look happy doing it."
Sua hugged me tight. After a moment sharing our warmth, she stepped back a few paces.
"I love you. More than my own happiness, more than my life."
Grinning brightly, Sua lightly grabbed my arm and linked it with hers.
"Don't forget. Master will always make the right choices, and I'll always love Master."
Her love weighed heavy. And that made me so grateful.
Why on earth did she love me this much?
"Let me see..."
She wandered through the clothing store. Clothes that seemed utterly impossible to wear while roaming the streets hung everywhere.
"Wait just a sec!"
Something must've caught her eye, because Sua grabbed a dress and dashed into the changing room.
I heard the sounds of her changing. Unzipping pants, removing her top, the soft rustle of fabric brushing fabric.
It was far more erotic than my imagination.
"Ta-da! How do I look?"
Sua pushed open the changing room door with a radiant smile.
"...Beautiful."
It was something a magical girl might wear. Though one dressed like that wouldn't air during kids' TV hours.
Countless dresses and frills fluttered ethereally, but the fabric actually covering important areas was minimal. Her breasts were barely concealed by a single dangling strip of cloth from above, her sideboob fully exposed. Just brushing a hand against it—or if she moved vigorously—her nipples would pop right out.
The skirt barely covered her hips, leaving the space between her legs uncovered. Just a tiny scrap of fabric hid her pussy. The kind a finger could rip through effortlessly.
The bright pink material didn't so much cover her body as accentuate the key parts.
"Phew, glad you like it!"
"You liked stuff like this."
"Back when I was little... there was this cartoon Mom and I watched together that had something like it. Ancient history now, though."
She was a survivor of this world too, after all. She had her own pains. Her own sorrows.
But she used those memories to comfort me, to give me pleasure.
"Relax. Master's already strong, right? It's okay to settle down. I'll always be here."
It was warm. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Yeah... thank you."
There'd been no need to agonize from the start. Everything I wanted, everything I hoped for, was right here.
No need to wish for more. No need to get greedy.
I just had to embrace her.
"Don't feel responsible or burdened. Just fuck me. Ravish this slutty body, fill it with Master's cum..."
Unfortunately—or fortunately—this place had a space prepped just for sex. No zombies nearby to cause issues. And she was ready to take my cock.
"You wanted it pounded like this?"
"Sua always... always wants it pounded. When I sleep, when I wake, when I eat, when we walk the streets together... I'm always wet."
Like a lewd whore, she lightly lifted her impossibly short skirt. You could see the skin of her inner thighs without her doing that—the dress's real marvel—but the act itself felt so naughty.
"Master's exclusive onahole. No need for permission, no time or place restrictions."
"...Yeah?"
"If Master gropes my ass while I'm prepping food, I'll spread my pussy and bend over right away. If Master shoves his cock in while I'm sleeping, I'll wake up and squeeze tight."
She was devoted, as always.
"Lean against the wall and lift your leg."
"Yes!"
Sua's body was flexible. Her leg shot up high and straight.
That pure, lovable body, wrapped in outrageously slutty clothes, moved to accept my cock.
"Already wet?"
"Always... always wet."
I stepped closer, pinning her extended leg against the wall.
"So defenseless."
"Hnnng..."
With my other hand, I caressed her breast. No real cover to begin with—just a thin cloth—so no need for anything else.
"You wanted to get fucked wearing something this innocent?"
"Yes!"
Too comfortable. Comfortable enough to settle into complacency, to get too used to it.
Fucking her right now felt amazing, of course, but it was the kind of comfort that made me worry how inconvenient it'd be without her.
I gently stroked around her pussy with my fingers. Wetness and her womanly scent hit me.
"Hnnnnght..."
Slipping a finger in, I felt her body shudder.
No more hesitation needed. I dropped my pants, revealing my massive cock, and tore away the tiny cloth blocking her pussy.
"Eek!"
Anticipation flashed in her eyes. I thrust my cock straight in.
"Haaaaah!"
Her moan echoed through the clothing store.