Let's Find the E-Cup College Girl

The masturbation-addicted college girl was located one kilometer away. Normally I could have sprinted the whole distance in a flash, but right now I had to move in complete silence. That meant at least ten times longer. Add in fighting, careful movement, and the trip back, and it could easily stretch beyond that. I needed a safe route. Still, going was non-negotiable. I hadn't even been able to see a photo. This chronic masturbator had me insanely curious. My head was already spinning with every filthy fantasy imaginable. Of course, I actually had to reach her safely before any of those fantasies could come true.

I activated my Minimap and switched to the monster tab. This time it didn't show dry information. Instead it displayed a proper game-style minimap dotted with colorful markers. Green ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠meant zombies. These other ones… goblins? Fuck. So this wasn't a zombie apocalypse after all. It was a full-on monster apocalypse. Orcs and trolls would probably start popping up soon. Zombies were just cannon fodder to swell the numbers and let people farm easy kills in the early stages. Monsters weren't spreading through infection; they seemed to be summoned from somewhere, which meant I wouldn't have to worry about running out of things to hunt.

Green, yellow, orange, red. The colors were probably difficulty indicators. Even though I was confident in a fight and a little ahead of the curve, a stray attack could still kill me. If other people had awakened abilities like I had, some of them might possess absolutely insane powers. Since I had no idea when or how I might die, I'd keep living exactly as I always had—however the fuck I wanted. I decide what I want, then I do everything possible to get it. So my first objective was the masturbation-addicted college girl. I'd empty a year's worth of pent-up lust on her, then take my time thinking about everything else. As a side quest, I'd hunt zombies along the way, push my stamina to 10, and snatch that first-clear reward.

I stuffed some food into the worn-out bag lying around the tofu shop and set off. Keeping the Minimap fixed in the corner of my vision, I picked routes that let me avoid the main zombie clusters.

Kyaaaaaaaack. Kuaaaaaaaaack—

Any zombies I came across looked like they were suffering, so I helped them rest. Go on to a better place, you stupid shits. The world is already hell, so maybe where you're headed will be heaven.

While I was swinging my hammer and letting my mind wander, the level-up alerts stacked up. I immediately dumped the points into stamina until it hit 10. Hmm. Nothing happened. Yeah, figured. There was no way the first-clear reward would still be available. The military with all their guns, or special forces guys used to this kind of chaos—there was no chance some random thug like me would get there first.

The first-clear reward. If my guess was right, there was only one way to get it. And the place I was heading to right now was the key. I really hoped things would go the way I thought.

I continued toward my destination. Along the way I found an undamaged car, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠jimmied the door, and tried to start it. Hot-wiring cars without a key wasn't a Minimap skill. It was a genuine passive I picked up during my thug days. I killed the blaring alarm fast, then paused to check my surroundings. If zombies were nearby I hunted them; if not, I moved on. The real-time map meant I didn't have to worry too much. Still, I had to confirm whether cars worked. That single fact would decide my future plans.

When I turned on the phone I got after being released, there was no signal. That had already told me enough. I shorted the ignition wires. A scratching noise came out, but no familiar brrrrm of the engine turning over. I checked several more cars. Same result. I'd read a zombie apocalypse comic once where all modern machines suddenly stopped working. Looked like we were in that exact scenario. Cars were dead. Electricity still worked. Phones turned on but had no signal. Car alarms and horns still functioned—must be the backup batteries. Had the internal combustion engines been disabled? I had a feeling guns wouldn't work either. There were a lot of things I needed to test with TVs and radios, but for now I focused on my goal.

After about thirty minutes of careful travel I reached the place I had in mind. A gas station. Every time I used to fill up my car I'd wonder the same stupid thing: if someone lit a cigarette while gasoline was pouring, would it explode? Looked like I'd get to run that experiment today.

This is gonna be fucking fun. Heh heh heh.

The reward should be nice too. I entered the gas station and began preparations for the explosion. I tried the pump. It worked normally. Good. If even this had been dead I would have been certain every modern device was fried. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠still had no idea what principle let this one thing keep working. Maybe the author of this world was a huge fan of the "whatever the fuck I want" fruit. Fine by me.

I turned the station floor into an ocean of gasoline, spraying it from far away so it wouldn't splash on me. Then I made a Molotov using one of the soju bottles I'd taken from the tofu ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shop. Just as I'd predicted, if I wanted a proper massacre I'd need to draw every zombie in the area. I triggered the alarms on about ten parked cars near the station. Preparations complete.

I hid my body and waited. Soon the sounds rolled in.

Kyaaaaaaaack! Kuaaaaaaaaack— Kyaaaaaaaaaaaka—

Whoa. They were swarming like a pack of dogs. Their eyes had gone cloudy gray, like cataracts. Their vision seemed partially blocked. I'd have to move at night from now on. They reacted strongly to sound too. Important information. I filed every detail away in my head.

When enough zombies had gathered, I moved to the maximum throwing distance and shouted, "Fire in the hole!" I knew I should stay quiet, but if I didn't yell it the moment would lose all its flavor. I hurled the bottle and immediately sprinted as far as I could, using cover and zigzagging like my life depended on it. I had zero interest in a pathetic death where something hit me from behind.

Whoosh—

It didn't explode immediately like I'd expected. But I could feel the heat rising behind me. My back already burned like midday summer sun. Then—

I thought I'd run far enough, but even at this distance the blast wave hit me and my face grew hot. I dropped behind cover and stayed down until the explosions finally died. Damn, that took a while. I couldn't see it with my own eyes. I'd really wanted to watch. Too bad.

Right then a status window filled my vision.

The kill notifications had been blocking my sight, so I mentally commanded, Don't show them one by one. Summarize. The system obeyed. Nice. Or annoying. Hard to tell. I opened my status window to check if the strengthened skill had changed anything, but everything was still locked. Fuck. What were the exact conditions? No idea. At least I'd leveled up a lot. Eight bonus points.

I'm not that smart, so I couldn't figure out the exact leveling criteria. Smarter people probably already had it mapped out. I'd killed roughly three hundred and gained four levels. Leveling was definitely slower than at the beginning, so the only thing I learned was that it would get harder the higher I climbed. Anything beyond that made my head hurt.

This was the important part. I could raise intelligence and try for the first-clear reward, but stamina had already been taken. Intelligence was probably the same. Even the mass slaughter had only counted as first-come-first-served, not first-clear. I'd invested heavily in physical stats—strength, agility, stamina. If I suddenly pivoted to magic or intelligence I'd end up with a trash build. My brain was smart enough to understand that much. I put three points into strength, three into agility, and saved the last two. Stamina didn't feel lacking yet. I didn't tire as easily as before.

Ten had looked clean and satisfying. Now it felt a little off again. I shook my head hard to clear the thought. That wasn't important right now. The loud explosion had started pulling a second wave of zombies. I advanced steadily, caving in skulls with my hammer whenever the groups were manageable. More zombies had gathered than the first wave, so I spent a lot of time hiding.

Hoo—

After thirty minutes of constant tension my stamina felt completely drained. Maybe I should invest in stamina after all. I took a short break and thought it over. To grasp the current situation I opened the Minimap again. A clear path without monsters appeared. This ability was genuinely useful. I moved along the safe route while checking on her status. And there she was—our masturbation-addicted college girl. Her condition had changed.

The strange part was that she was still going at it. This girl was a seriously hardcore masturbation addict. Two hours had passed since I last checked and she was still at it. Or maybe she'd finished once, checked the situation, then started again. I was curious what she'd done during the time I was busy blowing up the gas station. I'd ask when I met her. But this selfish bitch was enjoying herself alone while zombies rampaged and people died. I wanted to rush over and "help" her right away. I was also dying to see what she looked like. Did she usually masturbate on a schedule, or had she been going nonstop for two straight hours? I had a mountain of questions.

Let's hurry. Our selfish, seriously masturbation-addicted E-cup college girl is waiting.

Boom—

I picked up the pace. Behind me the flames still hadn't died and secondary explosions kept going. Looked fucking cool. I could finally watch the scene now, but I had more important things to do. Next time I found a gas station I'd rig up some speakers or something to make the explosion even louder. My strength would be higher by then, so I could trigger it from farther away. Maybe I'd actually get to enjoy the show.