Soft Breasts Are Violent
This should be more than enough food for the three of us once this farming run is over. Even if the number of people increases, I can just buy more from the Shop. The miracle of zombies turning into food. So once I wrap up the farming, all I need to do is grab the speaker and go around blowing up gas stations. That seems like the better choice.
According to Hee-jeong, there are fourteen gas stations inside Uiwang alone. If I already blew up one and a few others exploded in accidents, then five to ten should end up as mine. The margin of error feels a bit wide, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Human psychology is the hardest thing to predict, after all.
They might already be destroyed, so I’ll move as fast as possible tonight. It would be such a waste to miss a level-up event like this just because I dragged my feet. And if I include everywhere I can reach on foot, it should add up to quite a lot. At the very least, I should be able to hit Gunpo, Suwon, and Anyang. I’m not sure about Ansan or Yongin. If I keep expanding the range, I could even walk all the way to Incheon where I used to live.
I arrived at the D-Mart and checked the minimap once more. Twenty women on the first basement level, three on the second. The rest were either dead or turned into zombies. I plotted a route that avoided people as much as possible, but even if I ran into them, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. I should at least greet them nicely. Whether they’d greet me back nicely was another question.
As I was about to head down to the first basement level, I noticed a Daiso store on the ground floor. What kind of layout is this place? It looks pretty interesting. Hmm. Don’t they sell seeds here too? I stopped by the Daiso first.
The Daiso really did have everything. I confirmed that zombies and goblins were gathered inside plotting something before I went in. I swung my sword calmly. I didn’t notice it when I was using a hammer, but a sword takes up a lot of space. There are too many things it can get caught on. If I get cornered it’ll be inconvenient, so I just charged into an open area with plenty of room to move.
Slice—
Even while moving frantically, the correction from Basic Swordsmanship was solid. It seemed to apply a certain amount of assistance even as I grew tired, letting me swing my sword with honest, proper form until the very end. And the reward for that effort was waiting for me.
In the gardening section, I found all sorts of seeds. Cabbage, romaine lettuce, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, and more. The appetizing photos made it easy to see at a glance. There were also poppy seeds. Can I even grow these? I wondered if they could be turned into opium. Even if they could be made into drugs, I’d never done any before, so I passed. Besides, the ones sold commercially like these were probably bred to remove the harmful components.
I needed to make room for a bed too, so I left a little space in my inventory.
Next, I headed down to the D-Mart, my original goal. A helpful map was drawn right at the entrance. Let’s see… the furniture section is over there. My heart ached when I saw the sushi and fried chicken scattered along the way. Why did everything have to be lying around or covered in blood? Fuck… I really want sushi.
I didn’t know how the virus spread, so I left it all behind. Eating something with blood on it and getting infected would be a truly pathetic way to die.
Oh. They have two-handed hammers too. I’ve done plenty of hammering myself. Since a hammer looked better than a sword for smashing zombie heads, I grabbed every one I could find.
Groooar—Kyaak—
In between, early-game mobs like zombies and goblins still hadn’t been cleared out. That must be why I was able to loot the material warehouse so easily last time. Checking the minimap, there were even more on the second basement level. From there, the food sections stretched out in rows. I could picture the situation in my head without even looking.
Please. Please don’t let any blood be on the beds. Otherwise I’ll have to go around looting apartments.
“Wh… who are you?”
“Shit, you scared the hell out of me.”
A male student in a school uniform was hiding in a corner of the tool section with a haggard face.
“Hey, kid. I almost smashed your head in for real. You shouldn’t scare people like that.”
“Ah. I’m sorry… I was just happy to see someone…”
“I saw people gathered over there. Why didn’t you join them?”
“Um… I was just hiding here. I heard some noises and thought they were zombies.”
The people gathered over there must not have wanted to agitate the zombies either, since they hadn’t bothered looking for others. It was only the third day, so they probably hadn’t even thought about clearing their own area. In such a terrifying situation, it would be hard to have any constructive conversation. It was realistic.
The male student hadn’t eaten anything for three days; his lips were pale and cracked. They looked as dry as a cracked desert.
“Drink some water first.”
I took out water from my inventory and handed it to him. No matter how you looked at it, he was just a kid in a school uniform with a youthful face. I hated how weak I was toward minors. That said, I had no intention of taking him with me and looking after him. I’d already tasted both the sweet and bitter sides of society at his age. Still, I could at least do this much.
“I’ll take you over to where those people are.”
“Thank you. Mister… I mean, hyung.”
Sharp kid. The moment he called me “mister” I was going to ditch him. A little disappointing.
The male student followed me carefully with his body hunched over. He was holding a one-handed hammer, but I wasn’t sure if he could actually swing it properly.
“By the way, hyung, what did you do earlier?”
“Focus. Keep it short.”
“The water. How did you take it out?”
“Haa…”
I gave him the short version: after the world ended, people could awaken. The student seemed to have a lot of questions and tried to ask more, but he shut his mouth and walked quietly whenever zombies charged at us in between.
Knock knock—
“Is anyone there?”
I already knew there were people inside. It was a sealed space. There didn’t seem to be anywhere to run. There was a separated section on one side. If you lowered the iron door from above, it turned into a completely isolated area from the rest of the D-Mart. The dots on the minimap must have been trapped here, unable to leave, slowly dying.
When there was no answer no matter how much I knocked, I simply lifted the iron door and stepped inside.
“Wh-wh-who are you! Don’t come in! Get out!”
“Ugh. Fuck, even if I begged you to live here you wouldn’t. Shut up and take care of this kid.”
“Fuck—how do we know that bastard wasn’t bitten by a zombie? Why should we take him in?”
“Then strip him and check. Can’t you tell at a glance he’s a minor? Doesn’t that make you feel any pity?”
They finally seemed to understand the situation. The wooden plank they’d been pointing at me was lowered, and they glanced at the male student. After hesitating, they gathered together and whispered among themselves. Then one mother stepped forward as their representative and led the boy over to their group.
Humanity still remained. It was the very thing you should avoid the most in this changed world, but at this moment, it wasn’t so bad. At least, that’s how I felt.
After dumping the male student on their group and turning to leave, I let out a long sigh. Then I cleaned up all the zombies on that floor. It was unnecessary, but I didn’t regret it. I needed to level up anyway, so I had no choice.
Thanks to that,
I really did gain one level.
I went to the furniture section and grabbed one king-size bed and one single. Fortunately a few had survived; the rest were all covered in blood. Honestly even these felt a little gross, so when I get home I’ll have to ask Hee-jeong to wash them.
Finally, in the electronics section I collected speakers, connection jacks, and air horns of every type. These were consumables I’d need every time I blew up a gas station, so I had no choice but to take a lot. The slots were getting full in the middle, so I grabbed a bag and transferred the seeds into it. It was a travel backpack, sturdy and looked useful for protecting my back. I’d probably use it often.
The whole bag went into my inventory, but the next bag took up a separate slot. Fuck. Was this an inventory management game? Find the formula for maximum efficiency. Was that the vibe? I think I saw a game like that on YouTube. My head hurt so much that I just slung the bag over my shoulder and put things in separately. I figured since the same type could go in infinitely, that would be more efficient. Or maybe not. Unless I start shoving cars or shipping containers in later, this information is probably useless anyway.
“Hubby’s home.”
“Welcome back, Master.”
“Oppa~♡”
Hee-jeong greeted me calmly while Si-young ran over and hugged me. There was clearly a difference, but neither was bad. One felt like showing respect to a husband who worked hard, the other like a young, innocent girlfriend. The conclusion was that both made my dick rock hard.
Once I set up the beds, they were all dead. And since I did a good deed today, I deserved a reward.
“Come here—”
“Kyaa—♡”
When I kneaded Si-young’s violently soft breasts, I felt a squishiness that seemed to melt away all the stress that had built up outside, both consciously and unconsciously. So this is why people play with soft things or slime. I realized it while touching Si-young’s breasts. I’m curious if all those sages throughout history also reached some kind of enlightenment while groping a woman’s chest.
After kneading them for a long while,
“I’m hungry, Hee-jeong. Make food.”
She grinned.
“Understood, Master. Please wait a moment.”
Hee-jeong smiled as if imagining a father playing with his young daughter. But if it really was a young daughter, wouldn’t groping her breasts like this be a problem? Fuck. I think I’m getting addicted to these soft, massive tits. My hands won’t leave them. Did this girl awaken and then lie to me?