8. The Migration

Knock, knock. Someone was at the door.

"Mmph... who's there, oppa?"

"Hm? No idea. I'll go check. Stay under the blanket."

Seoah nodded and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. I threw on whatever clothes I could grab and opened the door to the commander's office.

Women stood outside, blankets clutched to their chests.

"Uh...? What brings you here at this hour...?"

"Commander! We're here! You said we could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sleep in this room, right?"

"...Excuse me?"

Yuna was grinning at me. Every one of them was hollow around the eyes, like sleep had been in short supply. When I turned, Seoah was watching me with the blanket drawn up to her chest.

"Oppa? Why did a bunch of women suddenly pile in here?"

Ah. I knew that feeling. The one that hits a second before you are completely, irreversibly screwed.

"Well... they said the dorms were too loud. I told them that until we put up another dorm, any of the women who wanted to could sleep here... I just didn't think they'd actually show up."

"Um... should we just go...?"

"Yeah. Let's just leave. The Commander looks uncomfortable."

"Hm? Are you uncomfortable, Commander? Should we go? Maybe unni finds it awkward sleeping next to a bunch of younger brats like us?"

Seoah looked at Yuna. Yuna didn't look away. For a second it was a standoff that ought to have had a Western showdown theme under it.

Ah... so this is what they mean by a woman's war of nerves.

Seoah dragged her eyes slowly from the top of Yuna down to the bottom, then smiled, sweet as anything.

"No? Big sis isn't uncomfortable at all."

"...What?"

"Big sis likes the younger ones. Come in."

Seoah slipped a hand out from under the blanket and crooked a finger. Not at me. At Yuna.

Yuna looked at me. I looked away on reflex.

"I... I was talking to the Commander..."

"Oppa belongs to Seoah. You can't have him."

Seoah threw the blanket off. Her sweat-slick, snow-white body lay bare, and the insides of her thighs still glistened with her own slick.

"Our baby want to have a little fun with unni tonight?"

Yuna's mouth fell open, her face gone blank. Seoah climbed off the bed and caught her by the wrist.

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"W-wait a second, unni..."

"Wait, nothing. Everyone, get in here. Lock the door."

"W-we like men..."

"Then do it with our oppa. If you don't want to, you don't have to. Just lock the door for now."

Click.

The women eyed one another, then locked the door and shot me a look that asked what, exactly, they were supposed to do now.

"C-come in."

"Okaaay... should we... take our clothes off?"

"D-do whatever you like."

They filed in and spread their blankets across the floor.

"Ah—! Unni, I was wrong, I was wrong...!"

Up on the bed, Seoah had Yuna on her back and was driving her fingers into her pussy.

"Nngh— no... I can't... I can't come from a woman...! Aaahn!!"

Yuna twisted, and a hot rush burst out of her.

"Our baby came all by herself without even telling unni? Who taught you to do that?"

"I-I'm sorry, unni... mm... mmmph... nngh..."

Seoah sealed Yuna's mouth with her pussy, then shifted her weight until the mess of slick was smeared across her own face.

...She's ruthless. I had no idea this was her thing.

The moment Jung Yuna opened her eyes, she looked to the side.

Seoah was asleep. Purple hair spilled across the pillow, and one snow-white shoulder had slipped out from under the blanket. The Commander was already gone.

...Unni's pretty even when she's sleeping.

Her gaze traveled from shoulder to collarbone, then down beneath the blanket. Heat pooled between her thighs again.

"Baby's awake?"

Seoah said it with her eyes still closed.

"...Yes, unni."

The answer popped out on its own. Without opening her eyes, Seoah reached over and grabbed a firm handful of Yuna's ass.

"Hnn..."

Yuna's waist arched by itself.

"Come again tonight. If you don't, unni's coming to get you."

"Okaaay... aren't you hungry, unni?"

"Hm? I am, actually. Baby, go get us something to eat?"

"Th-then... will you suck me again later...?"

"Our baby's young, so she's full of energy, huh? If you see Taehyun oppa, bring him back. Then I'll suck you."

"Okaaay..."

Yuna got up, pulled her clothes on, and stepped outside. The moment the door opened, people were there. Word must have gotten around; they had been whispering, and now they closed in on her.

"Yuna. You okay? Did the Commander... do all of it to you?"

"Aigoo, I've never heard anything like it. How rough did he have to be..."

"Huh...?"

"I think I even heard your voice. You're really all right? Aigoo, I never took the Commander for that kind of man..."

They were all under some enormous misunderstanding. All the Commander had done was help out as a human dildo. He hadn't done a single thing wrong.

"Um..."

The women traded looks.

"...Aigoo, the kid's in shock. She can't even get a sentence out."

"Right? Sleep in the dorm with us tonight, okay?"

"N-no! I have to go back there."

They looked at Yuna with even more pity.

Around lunch, an older woman she'd been working the fields with held out her phone.

"Baby, look at this. It's up on the internet!"

The Commander's dick really was big... a truly excellent dildo. No — commander.

Yuna let out a snort of laughter. The older women, missing the joke entirely, tucked the phone away and clicked their tongues.

"This won't do. Later we'll talk to the Commander. Ask him to call the whole sleepover off."

"Right. What if more girls like Yuna get dragged in?"

The smile wiped clean off her face.

...This is bad. At this rate the Commander really will say the sleepover never happened.

Yuna pulled her phone from her pocket.

What do you mean you don't know. The person involved is right here.

She pouted and hit the write button.

She waited a moment, hit refresh, and the comments came pouring in.

"Baby, what's so funny?"

The older woman peered at her.

"Ah... it's nothing, unni... I'm hungry, so I'm gonna go pick some breadfruit. Thank you for worrying about me."

"Aigoo... you're such a bright kid. I like that. Eat plenty. Take my share too, got it?"

"...Thank you."

Yoon Chaerin crouched beside a turret and pulled up the boards. One flick of the screen and Sector 8 posts came spilling down in a line.

"Unni, what are you looking at?"

A younger girl who had been hanging laundry leaned in over Chaerin's shoulder. The others crowded in after her.

"Sector 8. Says they handed crossbows out to everyone."

"Crossbows? We don't even have enough clubs to go around..."

"That's the really famous place, right? The one that killed that rapist, with so much food it's easy to live there."

"Mm. Hey, girls. Should we just go there too?"

Chaerin's bombshell blew their eyes wide.

"But... the people there won't rape us, will they...? Things are good right now, so everyone's laughing it up, but if it turns bad later..."

"That's fair. But we nearly got overrun last wave, too. From what I can tell, the zombie count doubles every wave. Can an all-women base like ours survive the next one?"

"...I guess not. I'm scared, unni..."

"Looking at the posts... um... it seems like the women enjoy each other, too? So if a few of us just satisfy the commander and his officers, maybe they'll let the lesbians stick together as well?"

"But what about you, unni...? Are you okay doing it with those people?"

Chaerin swallowed.

They said eight inches, you idiots. And from the way people talk, the commander sounds pretty young. If he's serving it up, you bow your head and dig in. Obviously.

"Commander! At the entrance— a whole crowd of women just showed up at the entrance!"

Junhyeok, crossbow on his back, flung the commander's door open, gasping for breath.

"Women?"

"Yes! They say they're from another sector. They want to see you..."

I followed him out to the gate, and there they were. Bundles balanced on their heads and strapped to their backs, they stood in a line beside the turret. One woman waited at the very front.

Mid-to-late thirties, a plush, tempting body, sweat gleaming on the nape of her neck.

...A MILF? No— ah. At some point I started having weird thoughts every time I look at a woman.

I shook my head and drove the filthy impulse out.

"Are you the Commander of Sector 8?"

"Ah, yes. Kang Taehyun."

"I'm Yoon Chaerin. I... have a proposal. Do you have a moment?"

"Ah... come in first. You must be hungry?"

"My, aren't you sweet. You must have plenty of food left around here?"

Yoon Chaerin smiled, soft and slow, and let her gaze drift toward my crotch. Something about it itched, strangely.

Somebody inflated my dick size on the boards, and now this is seriously uncomfortable...

I looked away as I answered.

"Well... it's not insanely plentiful, but we get by helping each other."

"Helping each other... that's a nice way to put it."

"So, this proposal of yours..."

"Let me start with our base. Women only. Everyone's too scared of places with men."

"Ah... just you ladies? Then how have you held the waves off until now?"

"Yes. We've been clinging to two turrets this whole time, but last wave we almost got breached. I don't think we can survive the next one, so we abandoned everything and came."

"Abandoned everything? What about the core?"

"It's still there. With the turrets. We could hardly carry it."

Still there. That caught my interest. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Even if they hadn't pushed their tech very far, there would be a headquarters over there, and a basic dorm. If the distance wasn't too bad, mixing our people with theirs and splitting the numbers wouldn't be a bad idea at all.

"So, here's the thing."

Chaerin leaned in, just a little. A wave of warm skin-scent, threaded with sweat, rolled off her.

"If you take us in... I, and a few of the girls who aren't afraid of men, will take very good care of you and your officers. In exchange, let the rest of the girls live among themselves."

"...T-take care, meaning."

"Oh, come on. We're all grown adults. Why ask a thing like that?"

Chaerin set a hand lightly on my thigh. Then she slid it slowly inward.

Hngh—! So this is the flavor of a ripe MILF...?

Blood surged hard inside my pants. Chaerin's eyes widened a fraction. Then she licked her lips.

"My. The rumors weren't a lie."

"Y-you don't have to do that. I'll take you in anyway."

"My. Really?"

"Yes. Really."

Chaerin didn't take her hand away.

"...You mean I don't have to. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Not that I'm not allowed to. Right?"

"Ahem... well... anyway, Miss Chaerin."

I cleared my throat instead of answering and turned my head.

"Do you have supplies stockpiled?"

"Resources? A little. Not a lot — around two hundred? The girls were too scared to go out gathering, so we farmed the fields and accidentally retired to the countryside."

"That's perfect! We were in real trouble. Too many people."

"Perfect...? Do you have some bright idea?"

Chaerin tipped her head.

"I'm thinking of splitting everyone. Here: couples, and people who want to become couples. Your place: people who want to live quietly on their own. Sort of a Single's Inferno setup?"

"...What? Then if a zombie wave hits, how do the people who want to live quietly alone survive it?"

"Your base. How long from here?"

"What? Out of nowhere? Hmm... about forty minutes on foot?"

Even being generous, that was barely two miles. Inside my range.

"Miss Chaerin. This may be hard to believe, but I'll handle the waves myself. Just follow my instructions."

"...What? Next time it'll probably be about two thousand. Can you really deal with two thousand here and two thousand on our side?"

"Yes. I can. As long as you follow what I say."

"...My?"

Chaerin stared at my face for a long moment. This time I didn't look away.

"...They were saying it on the boards. Sector 8 didn't take a single casualty during the wave."

"We got lucky."

"Mmm... you seem strangely reliable."

Chaerin let out a short laugh, then winked at me.

"All right. I'll do whatever you tell me. Anything."

Ma Deoksoo tore a piece off a lump of cheese and put it in his mouth. Pressed from that morning's milking, it was still soft. Through the window, the line in front of the milking room: women with swollen bellies waited their turn, heads bowed. Beyond them, inside the wire, men tilled the fields without a word.

Another bumper crop today.

He chewed the cheese and opened his phone.

What the hell does dick size have to do with pregnancy, you morons.

Deoksoo clicked his tongue and scrolled.

Ugh. But if Sector 8 keeps swallowing women up like that, that's a problem.

A bitter taste filled his mouth. He scrolled farther, and post after post about Sector 8's commander rolled past. A kind commander. A big dick. Young, on top of all that.

Haa... something about that bastard is really pissing me off. About time I started working an angle.