Can't Just Pass By the D-Cup Cafe Owner

Boom, boom, boom— A massive explosion ripped through the air, and I stared at the gas station now putting on a full-blown fireworks show. Sorry about it, but damn, I’m pissed off too. It definitely wasn’t on purpose. And if you really think about it, those bastards brought it on themselves. In a world this dangerous, out of all the possible places to settle down, they chose to live right next to a gas station that could blow sky-high at any second. If you’re going to hide, at least pick somewhere safe. I offered a moment of silence for the group of men who had picked this spot. Rest in peace, guys. Even if you didn’t do anything particularly evil, blame your own stupidity. I’m not guilty here. I’ll grow stronger with the experience points you left behind and fulfill the harem dreams you couldn’t achieve myself. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?

While blasting trot music, I ended up setting off three different locations, and by then a lot of time had passed. Finding the gas stations and preparing everything took way longer than actually blowing them up. At least the minimap helped a ton with navigation. It would’ve been nice if it had a route-search function like a GPS, though. That part was a little disappointing.

My level had gone up four ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠times. Looking at the kill log, the number of zombies and goblins I’d taken out was about the same, yet the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rate at which my level rose was slowing down. The men who had died without a sound during the explosions were probably included in that count. Assuming the system gave more experience for humans, it looked like leveling up from now on was going to be a real grind. Guess I had no choice but to start challenging higher-tier monsters.

Boom, boom, boom— Wow. Even though this was the fourth time I’d done it, the thrill still felt fresh every single time. After setting off about three of them, the chemical reaction happening inside my body reached its limit. My heart pounded wildly and excitement kept exploding out of me. The catharsis was insane. Catharsis. It means purification or mental release. The euphoria or pleasure you feel when emotional suppression is lifted or when you gain psychological stability. But honestly, none of that matters. It just felt fucking fun.

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I needed somewhere to dump all this overflowing testosterone. Heading straight back home would take too long, so I immediately opened the minimap and searched for women. I clicked through profiles focused on women in their twenties, but unfortunately there were no virgins nearby. Even in normal times it was hard to find adult virgins in Korea, and after the apocalypse started the number had probably dropped even further.

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Oh. She looked decent. Fuck it, even if she wasn’t, I just needed a place to dump this boiling lust. If she was ugly I’d just slap a plastic bag over her head and fuck her anyway. The monsters in the area seemed to have all rushed toward the exploding gas stations, so the path was quiet. Walking through the late-night streets that still somehow looked like the world hadn’t ended yet, on my way to fuck a woman, I felt like some kind of twisted rapist. Actually, never mind “felt like.” Right now I was a rapist. All you rapists I killed earlier, lend me your strength so I can enjoy this thoroughly!

The area around the cafe was even quieter and more desolate. The door was locked. Knock knock—

“Snowman… Wait, fuck. Is anybody there? If not, I’m breaking the door down~”

“…”

“I’m really gonna break it? I’m the kind of guy who does what he says, you know?”

“Um… excuse me… what brings you here?”

A quiet, whispering voice answered. Obviously I couldn’t say I came to fuck her, so I told her I just wanted to trade some coffee for instant rice and water.

After waiting a little while, she finally showed herself. She wasn’t stunning, but she was still appetizing. In the old world she would’ve been the type of woman who got hit on the most while walking down the street—a solid seven. The key feature was her round, gentle eyes, just like Si-young’s. Her breasts were huge, and even though she wore an apron, her body lines were completely visible, making my cock throb with power.

“Please… come in…”

The moment she locked the door, I grabbed her from behind, covered her mouth, and spoke.

“Quietly walk over there. Slowly. You know what happens if you scream, right?”

Hup— She had been struggling to get away from me, but when I applied real strength she seemed to realize she couldn’t resist. Her resistance gradually died down and she started moving in the direction I pointed.

“I’m going to take my hand off now. Scream or try anything stupid and you die.”

Nod. Nod.

Whew— I released her and gave her some freedom.

“Hic… sob…”

“Why… why are you doing this…? If it’s coffee you want, I’ll give you all of it, so please don’t do this…”

She still thought I was just a customer who came for coffee. Her mind probably wasn’t working properly from the fear and she hadn’t fully grasped the situation yet. I decided I should make her strip first. It would taste better if I calmed her down a little before fucking her rather than just shoving my cock into a dry pussy. My goal wasn’t to squeeze tears out of her eyes but to squeeze pussy juice out of her cunt, so I spoke as gently as I could.

“Listen, you bitch. You wanna get beaten and then strip, or just strip?”

The cafe owner’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at me. For some reason her expression reminded me of Si-young. Why the hell are you looking at me like that? I spoke pretty nicely, didn’t I? I even smiled while saying it. When I took out my dagger and showed it to her, the cafe owner finally started moving. She slowly began removing her apron and clothes. Her figure was tastier than I had expected. She must do pilates or something—there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. The smooth, flexible lines of her body made me swallow hard.

“Turn around and hold onto that.”

“Sob… yes…”

There was no way to stop her tears. I just decided not to think about it and fucked her. I slid my fingers into her pussy.

Squelch, squelch—

“Hup!”

When her pussy had loosened up enough, my rationality loosened along with it. I pulled out my cock and shoved it straight into her still slightly dry cunt.

Sluuuuurp—

“Ugh—!”

“Aah… ah… it hurts… it hurts…”

A thick cock suddenly forcing its way inside her in one thrust. Her pussy instinctively tried to push me out in rejection. She even reached back with her hands as if trying to grab me. But I had already been considerate enough. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Anyway, once she got wet it would stop hurting so much. A woman’s body would create its own self-defense mechanism.

Thrust— Thrust—

“Hahk— Ugh—”

Fuck, it felt way too good. The peaceful-looking scenery visible through the glass door made the situation even more arousing. Squelch— Squelch—

“Haaang— Aang—”

I rocked my hips back and forth rapidly. Before long the sounds coming from both her pussy and her mouth began to change. Suddenly her whole body trembled as she clenched down on my cock with incredible force.

Spurt, spurt—

In reaction to that grip, I grabbed her smooth waist—the result of all that exercise—and thrust hard as I came.

Haah. Haah.

We held each other while catching our breath, enjoying the afterglow of having fucked like animals in heat.

“Hey. Get up on here.”

“Haa— Haa—”

When she turned around I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the counter desk. Her face wasn’t ugly, and since it was pretty enough I figured I should enjoy the view while fucking her at least once. She looked at me with heated eyes. It wasn’t the gaze of someone looking at an intruder anymore—it was the look of a woman seeing a lovely man who had come to satisfy her long-pent-up sexual desires.

Hup. I stroked her breasts and clit in turn. My cum from earlier was still flowing out of her pussy. The moment I saw the white, foamy semen dripping out, my cock shot straight back up toward the sky. After fucking her once from behind, once while watching her face, and once while kissing her, the boiling hormones that had risen from blowing up the gas stations finally subsided. It was time for the sage’s time.

Of course, thanks to my increased stamina my cock showed no signs of going down, but I decided to save some for the girls waiting at home who were probably staring at the door waiting for their husband.

Slurp— Slurp— Chuuup—

After she finished cleaning between my legs on her knees, she looked up at me. She was pretty enough that I smiled and gave her a kiss. Even though that mouth had just been sucking my cum, I honestly didn’t really care about stuff like that. By now she had probably swallowed it all and her saliva would have acted like a natural cleanser and washed everything down.

Chuuup— Chu—

After thoroughly exploring her tongue I finally let her go.

Listening to her story, she said she had lasted three days here. The water still worked and there was plenty of food in the cafe. Plus there were blankets and a mattress in the break room where she could sleep.

“So Eun-ji, are you planning to keep living here from now on?”

“Uh… yes…”

Unlike Hee-jung who had chosen to follow me, she still couldn’t fully trust me. She hesitated and avoided my eyes.

“Heh, fine. I’ll come by occasionally to fuck you, so keep that pussy clean and well-maintained, got it?”

“Yes… heh…”

Eun-ji didn’t seem scared by the fact that I’d keep coming to fuck her. If anything, she smiled. It seemed my cock hadn’t been bad for her.

“Brew me a cup of coffee so I can see if it’s any good.”

“Yes. Please wait a moment.”

She stood up, put on her apron, and started making coffee. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Holy shit—naked apron. And with D-cup breasts, her nipples kept peeking out. Even without tasting it I could tell this place was a restaurant worth visiting. Isn’t this that thing? “The owner is delicious and the coffee is kind.” Since the owner here really was delicious, it was probably accurate.

I made a mental note. When I get home I should tell Si-young to wear a naked apron.

Grind, grind, grind—

“What are you doing?”

“Um… the machine isn’t working so I’m grinding it by hand…?”

Ha… damn. The coffee machine doesn’t work either? I really couldn’t figure out what the standard was. It just did whatever the hell it wanted. The hand-drip coffee Eun-ji made for me tasted great. She must use good beans. For modern people, coffee wasn’t a luxury—it was practically a necessity. Even in prison they distributed coffee mix, so that said everything. The only problem was that they didn’t distribute hot water.

I told her I’d come back whenever she wanted coffee or whenever she felt like eating me, then left the cafe. Using my inventory and the shop, I left a week’s worth of food on the table. If I was going to visit often, the owner needed to stay alive until then.

A quiet voice came from behind me.

“Please take care on your way, customer— Ah…”

Heh heh. Is this bitch crazy? Well, I guess I technically was a customer who used her body. It seemed like a habit from serving regular customers. Still, bowing and saying goodbye even to the man who had just forced himself on her… When I glanced at her expression, she looked strangely refreshed as she saw me off.

“Please come again, customer~”

She wasn’t normal either.