What Do You Get for Having Sex?
This couldn't be happening. Men are creatures that live by confidence alone, and I was even worse. To think she'd give me orders. After I'd even gone out of my way to make an ice pack for her out of consideration, she was commanding me? This crazy bitch wasn't going to get away with it.
I glared at her, eyes wide, and stepped closer while yanking down the pants I'd just pulled up. Thud. My cock was rock-hard again. Even though I'd fucked until I couldn't get it up anymore after raising my stamina yesterday, the morning had reset its cooldown and it was showing off its full glory.
"Why... why are you doing this, Oppa…"
"You're out of line. Open your mouth."
Si-young had been lying there with her eyes only half-open, looking a little tired, but they suddenly widened into perfect circles. She quickly opened her mouth, getting ready to take my cock.
Hehehe. The sight of this gorgeous girl first thing in the morning—mouth open, eyes closed, waiting for my cock—was fucking arousing. It looked like a schoolgirl preparing for her first kiss, not knowing what to do so she just held her mouth open. She clearly hadn't remembered the size of my cock yet because she wasn't opening wide enough, which only made it hotter.
When I brought it right up to her lips, I grabbed my shaft with one hand. We'd slept naked under just the blanket, so it had slipped down and her beautiful waistline was on full display. I loved it.
Slurp... Si-young took my cock into her mouth and gradually swallowed more. Watching her pretty white face start to distort felt good, but right now I was training this bitch. No mercy needed.
I pushed forward slowly at first, then shoved… all the way to the root.
But even though I was forcing it in hard enough to make any normal person gag during training, Si-young took it smoothly.
"Ha… you fucking bitch. So you've been practicing this too."
Right. I'd forgotten for a second. That this bitch was a genuine pervert. That she was the selfish, serious E-cup masturbation-addicted college girl. And now that she was no longer a virgin but simply a pervert slut, training her felt pointless.
Still, I fucked her mouth like a pussy, speeding up, and reactions finally came.
Gurk— Gurk— Gluck— Gluck—
Si-young's throat-pussy felt completely different from a regular one. Obviously tighter. My thick cock sliding back and forth kept changing the shape of her throat bulge.
Tap tap. The way she tapped my thigh, begging me to stop, filled me with satisfaction.
I gave her a moment to breathe, then thrust in again, savoring the warm, squeezing grip of her throat. It felt even better than yesterday's sex, and I finally understood her true purpose. Si-young wasn't a pussy girl—she was a throat-pussy specialist.
Gurk— Gurk—
"Hey. Squeeze tighter. I'm about to cum."
Oop, ooook. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it all the way in.
Spurrrrt!Spurt—
Enjoying the rush of my morning load, I stroked the back of her head. Even while struggling she seemed to enjoy the petting, breathing hard through her nose.
Shhh— Hii— Eyes closed, savoring my touch. No matter how you looked at it, this bitch was a total pervert. Who the hell would think she was a college girl experiencing sex for the first time? If I hadn't confirmed it with the status window, I never would've believed it.
After finishing her morning service for Oppa, Si-young stepped into the shower. She switched the water to warm and rinsed her body. The moment the stream hit her pussy—
…Hut! Her swollen folds reacted to the stimulation and dragged yesterday's memories back to the surface.
Yesterday I really must have lost my mind.
After my usual morning masturbation session, I was about to wash up and head out when I checked outside. A zombie…? What I'd only seen in movies was happening right in front of my eyes. I stumbled away from the window and took a moment to myself. The world was ruined. Could I even survive in a ruined world like this? I searched the house and found almost no food left. At this rate I'd die anyway, so I decided to enjoy my favorite hobby one last time. I slipped on a single dress. Normally I'd never go braless and pantyless with just a dress because of people's stares, but the feeling of freedom and liberation hit me at once. That liberation gave me courage. Click. When I stepped outside it wasn't as dangerous as I'd feared. Some time must have passed since the outbreak; there were no zombies left in the villa. People were probably hiding in their homes, or the zombies had all gone out hunting. The elevator wasn't working so I took the stairs. When I reached the first floor the front door was open. I carefully pushed it shut. Tap tap. It was a glass door but looked pretty sturdy. The first-floor hallway I used to walk every day was empty. Everyone was hiding. I'd come out prepared for the worst but there were surprisingly no zombies. The moment my thoughts ended, my mind flipped to the hobby tab. Ha-eut. Just thinking about it made me cum a little. A thrilling space where no one should come but they might. A hallway I'd walked countless times but never imagined using like this. The thought that someone outside might see me for the last time… Slide. My hand naturally lifted the hem of the dress. I sat with my legs in an M-shape and lightly touched my clit. Haaauuuut! I came violently. Hoo— Hoo— No matter how many times I breathed in and out, I couldn't calm down. Outside… whether it was a person or a zombie watching didn't matter. Normally I'd be too busy hiding and checking my surroundings to truly enjoy it, but now that I'd accepted death the dopamine surged. I don't know how much time passed. I went back upstairs once then came down again. I thought about gathering food but going outside the villa was terrifying. It was on a completely different level from just leaving the house. Whatever. Let's just masturbate. Since it had come to this, I might as well satisfy my desires until I died. That's what I was doing when our eyes met.
Haa, haa… Even when Oppa grabbed my hair I wondered if I was being forced. It was scary, but he violated me surprisingly gently. Every time the shower water brushed the marks from last night I got excited all over again.
'I'm… seriously fucked up…'
Since Oppa had told me to ice it, I should wash my pussy with cold water. But strangely it felt different from warm water. A tingling sensation spread from my pussy across my whole body. Her body trembled once, and Si-young fell back into her familiar hobby. Cold-water masturbation… she'd discovered a whole new realm!
Bang bang—
"Hey. You're masturbating in there again, aren't you? Or are you dead? Why the hell aren't you coming out?"
Huk— I had to get out before Oppa got angry. If he got angry… could I drink his cum again?
While Si-young was in the shower I opened my status window.
You have succeeded in sexual intercourse using your ability.
Unlocking the locked ability.
Yeah, the locked ability had opened. This looked important.
Hmm. MKP… Monster Kill Points, I guess. The zombies I killed yesterday added up to about that much, so maybe one point per monster? Or maybe each monster gives a different amount. No idea. And SP? S… S… Sex… Fuck, I want to fuck. So SP means Sex Points. I definitely didn't have sex 1060 times yesterday, so it must be something like 10 points per time, with a bonus for the first time. Maybe Si-young being a huge pervert gave extra.
Water 500mL : 1 MKP
Water 2L : 3 MKP
Instant Rice : 2 MKP
Energy Bar : 2 MKP
More items unlock as level increases
Just killing monsters seems like it would solve any food problems. Water is crucial for survival, and three zombies would give me a full day's worth. Only four items right now, but the list grows as I level up. I want delivery food though… probably not happening.
Shabby Sword : 30 MKP
Shabby Dagger : 15 MKP
Ragged Top : 20 MKP
Ragged Bottoms : 20 MKP
More items unlock as level increases
Ragged? Fuck that. My own clothes look better. Why are all the names so lame? I won't be touching the weapon tab for a while.
Basic Swordsmanship : 50 SP
Basic Magic : 300 SP
More items unlock as level increases
The abilities section was interesting. Swordsmanship was cheap, magic was expensive. So swordsmanship required me to practice after buying it, while magic just got hammered into my brain? I don't know. My head doesn't work that well anyway. Learning magic probably wouldn't help me. 'Purchase Basic Swordsmanship.'
Basic Swordsmanship
As soon as I bought Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Magic disappeared on its own. I was a little curious about magic, but it looked like I couldn't be a magic swordsman. So that's how it works. I stood up and swung the hammer around but felt nothing. Probably because it wasn't a bladed weapon. 'Ha… shabby sword, fuck… Purchase.'
Please enter the command accurately.
"Fuck, purchase the shabby sword!"
You have purchased the Shabby Sword.
Haa. To think I'd have to spend money on crap like this. Still, I needed to test it. The only knife in Si-young's house was a kitchen knife anyway. I took the Shabby Sword out of my inventory and examined it. Hmm? It's cleaner than I expected. The name made it sound like it would break any second, but it actually looked usable. As expected of me. Good thing I made the bold investment. But they didn't give me a scabbard? This system is seriously fucking rude.
I stopped thinking about it and swung the sword. I could clearly feel Basic Swordsmanship assisting me. It didn't feel like the skill was forcibly controlling my body. It was more like it was showing me the cleanest path for each swing. Straight cuts, diagonal cuts, horizontal cuts, thrusts, blocks—the basic stances all felt far more effective. I'd done kendo as a kid, but the dojo only made us memorize weird forms one through three so I quit. Still, there had been one fun part of kendo: sparring. The head and waist had thick protectors so hits didn't hurt much, but when you smacked someone's wrist with the bamboo sword and they flinched, you realized, 'That's the spot I need to attack.' After that I only ever went for the wrists.