The Blonde Noona Was No Pushover
Peek. Siyoung must have been waiting by the front door too, but she’d hidden because the situation felt too awkward. When I called her name she poked her head out with an expression that looked happy to see me. Still, I needed a full explanation.
“Explain. What the fuck did you do this time?”
“Oppa, it really wasn’t me! How could I make a sick person do something like this…?”
Siyoung waved her hands frantically, insisting on her innocence. If it wasn’t her, then who? Heejung? That made no sense. The pharmacist who had worked so hard to save a dying girl wouldn’t pull a stunt like this.
“Savior, I…”
“You stay quiet. I’ll deal with you later. Hey, Yu Siyoung. You seriously didn’t do anything? She didn’t ask you any weird questions?”
“Um… she just asked what Oppa likes… so I told her sex…”
Of course it was her. No way a twenty-seven-year-old former evangelist would be doing this in the middle of the night, sick body and all. It had felt off from the start.
“Sigh… It was you, you bitch. Keep your hands up until I come back. Naked, in the corner.”
“But…”
When I clicked my tongue, she finally started stripping, then shuffled into the corner, raised her hands, and stood there in punishment.
Anyway, had she recovered completely? She looked fine.
“You okay?”
This was our first real conversation, yet here was Jihye—naked, kneeling beneath me, reading my expression. Polite speech wouldn’t come out. I decided I’d just talk casually to all my women from now on.
“Yes, Savior. If you’re asking about my body, you may use it anytime you wish.”
“Sigh… Come here for now.”
I scooped Jihye up with both arms and carried her into the room. She was ridiculously light. Even without the status window or boosted strength, I could have managed it.
Jihye looked up at me in surprise from inside my arms, then, as if realizing her mistake, buried her nose in my chest.
Sniff— Haa. She was smelling me? What the hell are you doing?
I tried to lay her down, but she shook her head. It would’ve been nicer if she just spoke, but the frail blonde was expressing her wishes through head gestures. She was cute, so I let it slide. Whether it was the golden hair and blue eyes or her tiny frame, holding her felt like cradling a doll.
While hugging her like that, I asked a few questions the way you’d soothe a child. Why she had been trapped there, what happened to her parents. Her expression was sad, but it seemed she’d had enough time to process it. Or maybe the current hellish reality was enough that she could let them go in peace. She spoke calmly, though she occasionally swallowed her words as if she intended to carry the memory in her heart forever, and continued answering.
“So what’s with the hair and eyes? Mixed blood?”
“Yes. My father is American.”
“Really? Was he some kind of missionary?”
“Yes, that’s correct, Savior.”
But the constant “Savior” had been grating on me since earlier.
“Why do you keep calling me Savior?”
“Because you saved me.”
“What about your Christianity?”
“It’s all right. The fact that the world changed like this, and the fact that you saved me… it may be His will, or it may not. I have decided to follow you from now on, Savior. Besides…”
“What? For real?”
I was genuinely shocked. She told me that the moment I found her, she had prayed desperately and survived, awakening as a Healer through that achievement.
Wow. The other two never awakened no matter how many zombie heads they smashed, yet she awakened with a single prayer. And as a rare Healer, no less.
‘Maybe it wasn’t just one prayer?’
I didn’t know the exact rules—whether you had to cross a life-or-death threshold or not—but a precious person had descended into this filthy place. The fact that she regarded me as her savior was extremely pleasing. She listened obediently, watched my mood carefully. If I left her alone she would probably adapt on her own.
And then there was the way she kept sniffing—haaa—like a puppy checking its master’s scent, inhaling deeply as if trying to push my fragrance straight into her brain. She might have already finished adapting. This was a house where normal people couldn’t survive. Something like that.
Suddenly I felt like the only sane person among a bunch of lunatics. That wouldn’t do. I should just go crazy with them.
Swish— Ting— I flicked her nipple, which had been rock-hard the entire time.
“Hup…!”
“What? Suddenly don’t want to?”
She shook her head. “It’s not that… I sweated a lot. Could we do it after washing?”
Truthfully I felt grimy too after being outside. The texture of her skin under my hands was slightly sticky. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her right this second, but the word Virgin from the status window flashed through my mind.
She was trying to speak as calmly as possible, but her body couldn’t lie. Even while trembling, the determination was clear in the way her tiny hands gripped my collar tightly.
“Fine. Let’s do that.”
When I brushed her golden hair back and agreed, she finally broke into a bright smile.
“Yes, Savior.”
The sight was both cute and satisfying, so I kissed her while pinching her nipple. When her small hand brushed my cheek and I saw her smiling beautifully, I almost lost control right there.
As I headed out to shower, I suddenly remembered Siyoung still standing naked with her hands up in the living room. When I glanced over, she was on the floor, pussy juice everywhere, murmuring happily.
She was seriously insane. I just left her to enjoy it.
***
When I entered the bathroom, Heejung must have prepared it. The tub was full of hot water, steam curling into the air. A luxury we could still enjoy because the water supply hadn’t been cut off yet. I sat Jihye on the edge of the tub and tested the temperature. Pretty hot.
I wet my hand and rubbed the water onto her left breast, right over her heart.
Rub, rub—
“How’s the temperature?”
“It’s fine, Savior.”
Even though I was molesting her however I pleased, Jihye smiled brightly and enjoyed my touch. I lifted her again, stepped into the tub, and sat her down in front of me.
Until now the women had been serving me in the bathroom, but this time the frail beauty needed care, so I had no choice but to serve her. As I ran my hands over her entire body, I couldn’t tell whether I was washing her or just groping her.
Her round little face, the perfect placement of her eyes, nose, and mouth. When my fingers passed her pink lips and touched the soft, plump cheeks, I couldn’t simply move on.
Pinch—
“Hup—!”
The urge to stuff that soft cheek into my mouth and bite down surged. When I opened my mouth and leaned in, she seemed to think I wanted a kiss. She turned, cupped my face with both hands, and responded eagerly.
Chu— Smack—
This was good too. The way she kissed me so proactively. The way she half-stood so I could easily fondle her ass. Thanks to that I could check the state of her pussy with my hand.
She had a bit of hair and a tight, wingless slit. When my fingers touched her she trembled.
The hand gripping me tightened slightly. After the kiss ended I ordered,
“Stand up and spread it yourself.”
“Yesss…♡”
Between her closed lips, fresh crimson inner flesh gradually appeared. And inside that, the delicate membrane. Her hymen.
I touched it lightly. It looked fragile.
Fuck, I’m so hard.
I couldn’t just fuck her like this! This absolutely needed to be filmed.
Slurp— “Ahang—!”
As a reward for listening well I gave her pussy one long lick, then hurriedly finished washing and got out. My mind was racing.
I picked her up, quickly toweled her off, and on the way out told Siyoung,
“Hey, hands down. Come here and take this.”
I assigned her as camera director. I was curious whether that perverted bitch would get excited watching me fuck someone else, or whether she’d grow desperate because I wasn’t fucking her. The outcome was worth watching.
Video recording has begun.
A very realistic worry hit me.
Sigh… Will this even fit?
Fuck, I should have fucked a virgin with an intact hymen at least once before. Even Siyoung didn’t have one. Besides, who could have predicted I’d end up fucking a frail blonde beauty like this?
First things first. I gave the order.
“Introduce yourself.”
“Ah… Yes. I am Lee Jihye, the one who received salvation from Savior Kim Jinwoo and is now here to offer her virginity.”
Lee Jihye… A name that probably got her teased a lot in school.
“I am twenty-seven years old.”
“Why did you keep your virginity until now?”
“Um… I suppose it was so I could offer it to the Savior.”
Fuck, her polite way of speaking was insanely hot.
“Here. This rock-hard cock is the one that’s going to take your virginity. Say hello.”
“Ah… Hello, Mr. Cock.”
Jihye bowed her head in a serious greeting. The earnest look on her face only made me harder.
“I’ll give you time to hold it and taste it.”
My cock was already slick with enough precum to let her taste it. It was the kind of sight that could easily disgust a first-timer, yet—
Swish— Jihye reached out with a trembling but determined hand and grasped my cock.
Wow, fuck. Throb— Her small, precious hand looked tiny against my thick shaft, and the contrast made more precum spill over her fingers.
“Ah… Slurp—”
Startled by the flowing precum, she reflexively covered the head with her mouth. Her small lips wrapped around half the glans. It looked like she was kissing it.
Lick— Ham— Slurp—
Even though she opened her mouth as wide as she could, she still couldn’t take half of it.
“Use your hands on the rest.”
“Mmph—” Nod, nod.
“And stroke up and down.”
With both hands she gripped the base and pumped while her tongue flicked against the head inside her warm mouth.
Slurp— Slurp, slurp…
Her passionate effort to make me cum pushed me over the edge.
“Don’t spill any.”
Spurt! Spurt, spurt—! Gulp, gulp… Kek… Krrrk.
Watching her struggle to swallow because it was her first time actually satisfied me.
“Clean it up.”
Nod, nod.
Smack— Lick, lick— I quietly stood her up and stroked her golden hair while she thoroughly cleaned my entire cock with her tongue.