Chapter 4

I'd had one complex since I was a kid. My dick.

I realized it was unusually big back in kindergarten. A girl wandered into the bathroom by accident and her eyes went wide when she saw it. She wasn't even interested in me before that, but she blurted out, "Whoa, it's bigger than my dad's!" After that, we got close. Of course, we were just kids—no further developments.

I gently pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. Chaerin trembled in resistance. Ignoring it, I thrust steadily forward. When I'd shoved about half my massive rod inside,

Shin Chaerin thrashed about like she'd been impaled on a stake. I gently stroked her cheek and met her eyes with a soft smile. Her cloudy, milky gaze trembled. Probably from the oversized intruder.

"It's okay, it's okay. Let's get you used to it."

"Uuh, gaaahk!"

Squelch! Squelch! Squish! Squish!

I gripped her hips and slammed my waist forward with all my strength. Chaerin shook her head and wailed. Even as a zombie, she'd been human once. So she hurt like one, shook her head like one, cried like one. It tugged at my heart a bit. But I wanted what I wanted. This was the world now, right? I'd watched her from afar for so long—it was time to claim her.

"Hahk, haah, fuu!"

"Gaaahk! Kek, kahk!"

"You like it that much? Your pussy's twitching. It clamps down tight whenever I go deep, won't let go."

This was my first time inside a woman. Her pussy gripped me tight. The head scraped along her inner walls as it plunged in. Her entrance bit down like a beast's maw, refusing to release my shaft. The walls clung stickily to the whole length. Every shake of my hips dragged them along. Her clit flushed red. Pussy juices gushed out, and her screams only grew louder.

"Hup, hughk, fuck, this is insane. Way better than porn or jerking off!"

"Eeek! Geuhk, keak!"

She was a well-preserved zombie, all things considered. Just a bite wound on her right ankle—otherwise pristine. I rammed the head all the way in and buried my face in her cleavage. Her firm, massive tits enveloped me. Her scent hit me—tropical fruit body wash. Perfect. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inhaled deeply and pistoned like a beast. The bed creaked along.

Plunge! Thrust! Squeak. Splurt! Splurt! Creak creak.

Each thrust made her pussy stretch and adapt from within. Chaerin screamed bloody murder until she suddenly went limp. Her body rocked with my rhythm. Drool and tears streamed down her face. I kissed her. Zombie saliva might be risky, but whatever. If I turned, I'd turn.

"Mmmph, slurp!"

"Ahrb, uh, uuehb!"

Deep kiss, hands squeezing her tits. Soft flesh overflowed my palms. I panted hot breaths and kept pounding. She'd given up resisting—now her pussy squirted with every thrust. Her lower belly swelled and deflated. I toyed with her tongue, teasing it wildly before nipping and sucking noisily. Soon, something sticky leaked from her pussy.

I wondered if I'd gone too far, but no.

"Whoa, virgin blood."

Bright red hymen blood soaked the sheets and dripped to the floor, pooling quickly. Chaerin had been a virgin. Who knew such national treasures still existed? Jackpot!

Confidence surged. I licked my dry lips and pistoned more fiercely. On the creaking bed, sticky flesh-slapping sounds filled the room. I angled upward. Chaerin wrapped her legs around my waist. A zombie doing that? Even better.

"Hahk, kheup, ah, I'm getting close."

I switched positions for a breather—rolled her sideways and hammered down like an airstrike. Squish squish! Thud thud smack!

My first fuck, and I was too sensitive to last long. Still, I held back as long as I could. The head pierced past her broken hymen, stabbing deeper. Chaerin squirted wildly, even shaking her hips side to side like a back-alley whore. Maybe she was a natural talent? If not for the zombie thing, she'd have broken countless men. Now, she only needed to break mine.

I alternated sucking her bouncing tits.

"Hup, mmmph, you're one delicious woman. Looking forward to more."

"Uwu, ugrr!"

Her legs locked tight around me. Tongue lolling, panting. I ravaged her mercilessly for the final sprint. Chaerin, slick with sweat, rolled her hips fluidly. Feeling the end near, I kissed her, savoring her tongue before drooling into her mouth. Hers flailed wildly until it brushed mine—and climax hit like a spike to the brain.

"Kuh, cumming!"

"Ugrr, ugheheeeh!"

Spurt! Splurt splurt! Squiiish!

I exhaled long after unloading. Her womb filled with my cum. Grinning, I pulled out.

Schlorp♡ Cum oozed from her depths. Legs splayed, Chaerin just panted. Primitive lewdness mixed with cuteness.

I wanted to stare longer, but then:

"What?!"

I yelped in shock. A skill?! The afterglow vanished—I was stunned. A hollow laugh escaped.

Squeezing her tits, I swallowed dryly. "What the? She had a skill! Wow."

Of course. Awakening without skills in a game world? Like french fries without fries.

I recalled it. What skill was it?

My jaw dropped. No way it was this broken.

What? How many effects? Feels like an SSS-tier hunter.

Was this real? I pinched my cheek—it hurt.

"It's real, alright. Wow."

I looked down at Chaerin. Her belly twitched faintly—nothing else special. Time to test. Was Blood Lord her power?

Let's see.

Swallowed dryly. Activated it.

Her virgin blood on the floor writhed. Curious, I watched. Imagined pulling it up. The pool rose slowly. I pointed into the air. It gathered like iron filings to a magnet where I pointed.

"Whoa! Awesome!"

First superpower of my life—and blood control? Badass.

Licking my lips, I tested more. Complex moves? True precision? I tilted my head.

Hmm, not quite. Can't zip it side to side fast, or shape into weapons.

Proficiency issue, probably. Focusing on the floating blood, I clicked my tongue. If I could make weapons like that one manga character, it'd be OP. This wasn't enough yet.

Still, zombie immunity alone is cheat-tier.

A bit disappointing. And those censored effects bugged me.

What's with the gauge thing?

Zombie immunity, copy via sex. Two more? No rush—save the best for last.

Smirking, arms crossed—then alerts hit.

"Wh-what? Oh, right—the constellations?"

Quick grasp. This Divine Game had more secrets.

Curiosity hit. Why hide it?

Suspicious. Why conceal skills? Normally, you'd reveal post-quest.

Skills were everything now—your worth, your all. Why hide? How could I exploit this?

Long sigh. Checked community—no internet. Phone dead too.

Huh? Already? Sigh.

Deliberate, obviously.

Post-exam brain teasers incoming. But damn, this'll be fun!

Chuckle. Maybe I'd waited for this. Boring days crushed by chaos and adventure.

Time to find like-minded constellations. Might tip if I danced well. I pinched Chaerin's nipple on purpose.

"Eueut♡"

"Constellations, show me lots of love. Stakes or carrots welcome. I'll carve my path and deliver the drama."

Bold declaration. Some responded.

Lazy smile. Shook head, yawned.

"Sorry to disappoint, folks—I'm me. Sure, I'll look evil by current morals. But why's that evil? Doesn't it change with the times?"

If I'm truly evil, what about eras where kids married at 15? Call it sexual deviance era? World flipped, times changed.

"Is a lion evil for eating a gazelle when hungry? I'll show my path. Label it evil if you want. Look forward to it!"

Gentlemanly bow. Dressed, stroked her cheek. Frequent contact felt like it'd trigger something.

Time will tell.

Smacking lips, whispered, "Live here now. No need to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eat as a zombie. I'll protect you."

Closed door, headed out. Gulped water from fridge—then:

Shocked. Name hinted at the sender. Great gift, though.

Why me? Pushing my agenda? Or using me? Whatever—milk 'em all.

Downed the glowing blue elixir.

"Oho?!"

Time to test. Stepped outside—a wandering zombie appeared. I flicked its dangling jaw.

"Kak? Kahak!"

"Die then."

Beast charged. I shaped the saved virgin blood into a bullet. Whistling shot—crimson projectile pierced its forehead like lightning.

"Whoa."

One-shot. Grinned ear to ear.

This world? Pure heaven!