Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: Yuseong Group (7)
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I pulled my cock out with a satisfied smile. A long, languid moan escaped Park Min-ji's lips: "Huaang...!"
It was quite a pleasant sound, coming from someone I'd just been fucking.
Right then, Lea—who had been thoroughly playing the role of spectator—pointed it out.
"The condom tore."
I shrugged at her observation and replied.
"Oh, sorry. Guess it was too small and ripped midway."
"That was XXL size."
"Then next time, I'll prep an XXXL."
Lea stared at me for a moment after my shameless response. She let out a small sigh and said.
"Consider yourself lucky. Tests show Park Min-ji's clean."
With that, Lea stopped paying me any attention and started gathering her gear.
'I'd love to ask Lea to clean my dick... but that'd probably get me shot for real.'
I swallowed my regret and roughly wiped the fluids off my cock with Park Min-ji's panties that had fallen to the floor. Then I scooped up the utterly spent woman, sprawled on the ground, and headed to the staff shower room at the back of the changing room.
Unlike the cold floor tiles, hot water flowed normally from the shower inside. With the virus still in its early stages, the power grid seemed to be functioning fine.
As the warm stream poured over her body, Park Min-ji twitched and shivered, seemingly regaining her senses.
Her eyes were still hazy, unfocused from the lingering afterglow of pleasure. I propped her against the wall and decided to put in a bit more effort while I was at it.
"Stay still. I'll wash you up."
She didn't resist my words. Or more precisely, she didn't have the energy left to resist.
She just leaned blankly against the wall, letting me handle her body as I pleased. I pumped some body wash from the dispenser, worked up a lather, and gently rubbed it over the curve of her nape and shoulders, down her back, waist, and ass.
Each time my hands touched her, her body jolted. Especially when I washed her ass and inner thighs—still sensitive from our recent fucking—she reacted almost like she was spasming.
'Still feeling it, huh.'
I chuckled and rinsed her off with the warm water. By the time I finished, Park Min-ji could move her own body again.
"I... I can do it myself."
"Don't refuse. When else will you get pampered like this by a guy like me?"
"......"
I wiped her down with a clean towel from my inventory—as if I'd prepared it ahead—and handed her some women's clothes I'd found in the changing room.
"Put these on. Not sure about the size, but better than nothing."
She hesitated for a moment before silently taking the clothes.
When we emerged from the shower, Park Min-ji's face looked much more lively than before. As we stepped out of the changing room, we spotted Carlson and Sera returning from their sweep of the first floor, their faces slightly fatigued.
"Took you a bit."
"Yeah. The zombies—or infected, whatever—were already cleared, so searching the first floor was easy. But we noticed a hole under the dump truck where more could crawl in. So the squad leader and I added some extra barricades there... and set a few tin can traps. They'll rattle if touched, so we'll know right away."
"Sera. Here, we call them infected, not zombies."
"Yeah, infected or zombies, same difference. And as an American, I'm more used to 'zombie' anyway?"
"......"
"Ahem. So, Lea, what were the test results on the survivor?"
"To cut to the chase: she's normal. No virus infection. No external injuries, no signs of early symptoms."
"Excellent. Now we can get to the main point."
Carlson turned to face Park Min-ji.
"We've secured the most critical safety aspect, so we'd appreciate your cooperation. We're currently searching for VIP Yui-na. Do you know where she is?"
All eyes turned to Park Min-ji. Pressured by the team's gazes, she parted her lips as if to speak.
But before words could come out, an unexpected sound shattered the silence.
Grrrrumble—.
The source was none other than Park Min-ji's stomach. A few torn snack bags lay scattered from the cabinet, but that hardly would've sated her hunger.
Her face flushed beet red, like a ripe tomato. She clutched her belly with both hands and bowed her head.
Sera, witnessing it, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
"Pfft! Ah! Sorry, sorry. It was just too cute."
Carlson glanced at Sera to quiet her, cleared his throat, and said.
"Ahem. Let's eat first. You can't get reliable info from a hungry person."
We took a short break for a simple meal. The menu wasn't combat rations but various instant foods from the gas station convenience store. With short shelf lives, we had to eat them while we could.
'Won't be available later. Well, except for me.'
With my inventory, if I craved something, I could just pop back to reality and buy it.
The team members ate in silence, focused on their food. Park Min-ji, tasting proper meals for the first time in days, devoured hers like they were delicacies.
She sucked the sauce off her fingers while eyeing everyone else's portions—clearly still hungry.
I watched her for a bit, then quietly slid a quarter of my share over to her.
"I'm stuffed, can't eat more. Hate to waste it—want it? Oh, and I haven't touched these."
The other team members didn't react much to my gesture. They probably saw it as just looking after a survivor.
But Park Min-ji's response was different.
"Oh... I-I'm fine, really..."
She hesitated, flustered, reluctant to take the offered food.
From her perspective, the guy who'd just fucked her like a beast was now acting kind—it must feel utterly confusing.
I forced the food into her refusing hands and whispered softly in her ear.
"Don't refuse. Gotta eat up if you want energy for tonight too, right? For the record, I'm sweet to good pussies."
Her shoulders twitched at the sex hint. After a moment's hesitation, she accepted the food.
"Then... please take good care of me tonight too."
"......"
Park Min-ji's ears gradually turned red.
Sera, watching the exchange, tilted her head as if displeased but soon returned to her meal without comment.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After the short rest and meal, Park Min-ji finally spoke up.
"You asked about Yui-na earlier? Not sure how much you know, but she usually stays in the penthouse on the 100th floor. It's a private space reserved only for the chairman and direct family."
I stood between Park Min-ji and the team, summarizing and translating the key points.
"The 100th floor? Oh, fuck me! So how the hell do we get up there? Don't tell me we have to use the emergency stairs? Please say no!"
Sera's voice already dripped with fatigue at the horrifying thought.
Her concern was valid. Climbing from the 1st to the 100th floor on foot in a high-rise like this, without securing every level, would just waste time and stamina.
"No. We use the elevators. For security reasons, emergency stairs above certain floors are locked from the inside—can't be opened from outside."
"Really? Then elevators it is."
"Yes. But... not just anyone can use them. Each floor requires a card key with access permissions. Especially the direct elevator to the 100th-floor penthouse—it only works with the VVIP card keys issued to the chairman and direct family."
It was a situation that left you sighing in exasperation.
"Hey, should we try contacting the 100th floor first? Even without the card, they can authorize it remotely."
That was the most hopeful news yet.
"Yeah, do it quick."
Park Min-ji stepped over the corpses on the floor and pulled a phone from a blood-smeared drawer at the front desk, dialing the 100th floor.
But after picking up the receiver, she glanced around nervously, hung up, and spoke.
"I know it sounds weird, but... no one's picking up."