Chapter 315
Chapter 315
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 315
Chapter Title: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse (14)
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[Yeah, I've always been like this.]
Originally... she was that kind of woman? Han Siwoo's eyes shook as he heard Lee Harin's response. He never imagined she'd admit to being such a slut herself. Gulping down his shock at her unexpected confession,
"But... but why didn't you act like that around me?"
"You... showed me?"
Lee Harin pressed her lips against the man's cock, glaring at the camera with a pissed-off look. Her attitude didn't scream bullshit. Hell, just watching her familiar tongue work its way along that shaft made her words ring true.
'So she really... liked it filthy from the start?'
Reeling from the shock, Han Siwoo desperately racked his brain for memories of their time together. But no matter how hard he dug, the Harin he knew had always been pure, innocent. Sure, she'd gone nuts for good food sometimes—cute as hell—but never like this, rampaging in front of a guy's dick with that slutty hunger.
Han Siwoo was lost in confusion.
Lee Harin, meanwhile, stayed bold as brass. She slurped noisily on the cock a few more times before scolding Han Siwoo in a disappointed tone. The vibe made it feel like he was the fuck-up.
"No, I... I had no idea... ugh, ah, Ha-Harin... then starting now!"
Han Siwoo panicked hard.
Regretting his oblivious past self who'd missed every damn signal from his girlfriend, he stammered and raised his voice. Yeah, he'd been a moron and let her down... but he got it now, right? That had to count. He couldn't bear losing her, so he yelled for another shot.
"Ha, Ha-Harin... don't do this, please just... reconsider..."
But all he got was a cold breakup notice.
Lee Harin turned back, engulfed the man's cock, and dove into a sloppy blowjob. Han Siwoo teared up watching his girlfriend—no, ex-girlfriend now—bob her head up and down, servicing the guy like a pro.
If only he'd been bolder, could things have gone different? He broke down sobbing, beating himself up over his lame past.
But... that regret was way too late.
Now a total stranger, Lee Harin begged lewdly for the man's load. Post-breakup, she held nothing back. Ex didn't matter—man's cock, or really his cum, was her world now.
She finally gulped down the cum she'd craved, shuddering in ecstasy. Nauseous, Han Siwoo bolted from his seat and fled. His fragile mind couldn't take more of her true colors.
Unlike Han Siwoo, who bailed after Lee Harin's blowjob show, Choi Jin-ho stuck around. Watching his close bro's girl slurp nonstop on a cock? Straight-up thrilling.
Like prime porn, he vicariously jacked off to the screen. After she swallowed and blissed out, he... quietly dropped his pants.
What better fap fuel? He'd always wanted to rail Harin—this wasn't half bad. Plenty satisfied just perving on another dude's slutty girl.
Then... shit he never saw coming from the screen.
W-what? Me, small? Panicking, Choi Jin-ho fumbled to yank up his pants—but his body froze. Stuck exposing his junk to the girls.
Lee Harin and Yoo Hana cackled at Choi Jin-ho's puny pride and joy. Their brutal honesty stabbed deep. But they didn't give a shit, kept roasting.
"Ah, no! Fuck! Hey, don't look! Don't fucking look!"
"Crazy bitches! It ain't fully hard!"
Back then, they'd have screamed in disgust at his dick alone. But cock-trained and slutty now, it was just adorably pathetic to them.
"F-fucking bitch..."
Choi Jin-ho's defeated dick wilted; the girls' laughter spiked. He'd always fronted tough around them... now his insecurity triggered, tears flowed like Han Siwoo's.
"You motherfuckers..."
"Uwaaaak!"
Forever solo now, Choi Jin-ho fled room 305. His lame-ass exit had the screen trio roaring... before slyly stripping, piling onto each other.
"Haa... fuck, dude... let's bounce."
"Huh?"
"What's the point sticking here? They all dipped anyway. Might as well... not be idiots. Let's go smash some pussy. Cut the waterworks—Hyeju the virgin's yours, yeah? Fuck her and forget bitches with bitches."
Hearing Choi Jin-ho's teary pitch, Han Siwoo paused... then nodded. Spot on—no sense haunting this bad-memory dump of an academy.
Finally, Han Siwoo ditched with Choi Jin-ho. They shoved past harmless zombies, heading to the shop where Jo Hyeju and Ban Sumin were holed up.
Clang, clang, clang!
"Sumin noona! It's me!"
"Hyeju, we're here."
Clang, clang, clang!
"Noona, we said we're here!!"
But... no sign of the girls who should be inside. Signals ignored, corners cleared—nothing. Upstairs crashing? Han Siwoo headed for the stairs, puzzled, till Choi Jin-ho blocked him, gripping a golf club.
"Yo, gear up. Fuck... shit went down."
"R-real?"
"Yeah, fuck. Prep just in case. Bet... those dudes from before showed. Looked pussy-starved as hell."
Han Siwoo grabbed his club at Choi Jin-ho's words. If true, no slacking. Smart move was bail now... but solo and desperate for tail, they rolled the dice and went in.
"Haa... aang... eut, ung! First time, haa... aang! Gonna cum... aaaang!"
And bam—they caught Jo Hyeju and Ban Sumin, the girls they'd come for... buck naked, banging the one guy they knew all too well.
"Haaa, haa... Uncle... this means... hng... you'll take us too, right?"
"Yeah, a promise is a promise."
"Woo, thanks oppa! Gotta thank those guys... oh? Jin-ho... golf club? What you doing? Hm? Siwoo's there too?"
"'Fuck...'"
Thud.
Women snatched again—Choi Jin-ho and Han Siwoo, always a beat late. Muttering curses, they blacked out and crumpled right there.