Mukbang
Mukbang
Zombies that had been knocking on the doors and slamming their bodies against them stayed still without making any particular noise for about 30 minutes, so they naturally wandered off to somewhere else.
I was worried about how I was supposed to get out if they kept doing that, but things turned out well.
No matter how much food there was here, I somehow needed to go outside, kill zombies, and raise my stats.
Well, since the problem of getting out has been solved, shall I start moving little by little?
Deolkeok! Deolkeok!
No matter how careful I was, making some noise was inevitable, but I still made a space by carefully detaching the display case attached to the glass wall so as to make as little sound as possible.
"Auw! I'm seriously a fucking crazy bastard too..!"
Even as I moved the display case I had lifted up into a corner so it wouldn't get in the way of my movement path, I didn't know what I was doing right now.
I know very well that it's a stupid thing to do myself, but still, it can't be helped.
Because that woman stimulated my competitive spirit.
Just wait, I'll make you pay dearly for the FUCK YOU you threw at me.
And since I've already started this, I will definitely check what color your panties are!
Dalgakdak! Dalgakdak!
Deolkeok! Deolkeok!
Deudeudeuduk!!
Tuk-tuk-tuk-
From the day I was born until now, this is the first time I've worked this hard toward a single goal.
Damn it, I didn't even prep for the CSAT this much.
Anyway, after what felt like about 40 minutes to an hour had passed, I finally finished all preparations.
"Huu..."
Seuk-
Scanning the space I had created to see if anything was missing, I pulled out a few wet wipes and wiped the sweat flowing down my forehead, and.
"......Should I wash up a bit first?"
After checking the wet wipes, which had wiped off plenty of black grime and grease as well as zombie blood, I decided to wash up first.
"Convenience stores are the best."
I already knew that there was nothing you couldn't find in a convenience store normally, but facing this situation where I could use these items to my heart's content, admiration naturally burst out.
First, I put shampoo, body wash, cleanser, toothpaste and toothbrush, a shower towel, a razor, white panties, and three-stripe slippers into a basket.
There weren't any towels, but since there were cotton dishcloths and kitchen towels that could substitute for them, there was no problem.
However, it was quite a pity that there was no shower room or bathroom.
I had checked the storage room with a sign saying "Employees Only" too, but there was only equipment to check CCTV and the storage space connected to the back of the refrigerators.
"Well, this place isn't bad either. Plenty of water, too."
Since they were piled high on one side without me needing to deliberately bring water separately, I decided to just wash in the storage room. After tossing off my dress shoes and socks, shedding my tattered shirt, dirty pants, and even my underwear, I poured a 2-liter bottle of mineral water over my head.
"Puu!! Fuck, I feel alive.."
It wasn't lukewarm, but rather water close to being cold, yet thanks to my body being soaked in sweat from moving busily, it was refreshing beyond measure.
Scrubbing my body vigorously with the items I brought in the basket until a fragrant scent came off, I walked out of the storage room dragging my three-stripe slippers, wearing nothing but skin-tight white panties.
"Auw~ Feels great~ Ah! After a bath, it's gotta be jar milk, of course~"
Picking up a jar of milk, I moved toward the neatly arranged glass wall, placed my left hand on my waist, and poured the un-wrapped jar milk into my mouth in one go.
"Keu~ Killer!"
It wasn't like I was drinking cold draft beer, just lukewarm jar milk, but making my gestures as exaggerated as possible, I glanced sideways at the second floor across the way.
A woman squatting in front of the glass window, hugging her knees, looking down at me with an expression of disgust.
Isn't this going too far? For this level, my body is actually in really good shape.
It's hard to find a body like this anywhere else, with abs, a firm chest, and fine muscles packed everywhere, let alone the arms.
Celebrities on TV naturally manage their bodies, so every Tom, Dick, and Harry has a great body, but my muscles aren't ones manufactured in a gym like those people; they're real muscles naturally forged while doing boxing and mixed martial arts.
Yet, seeing such a perfect body that you couldn't even see after paying money, how dare you make that kind of expression.
Yeah, let's wait and see how great your body looks.
Teolseok-
Deureureuk-
Sitting on the wheeled chair I brought from the counter, I pulled the chair tight right up to the table I had placed against the glass wall.
Even after flipping me off, and while making a disgusted face at the sight of me wearing only a single pair of white panties, the woman still couldn't leave the window.
The reason I put on a whole show while sweating buckets was precisely to show that woman.
A mukbang exclusively for one person.
Seuk- seuk- seuk- seuk-
Settling into my seat, I began picking up the foods I had placed on the table by category one by one, and.
"This is it."
As I was picking up the foods one by one, when I lifted a roll cake, the woman's tongue poked out, moistened her lips, and went back in.
And her face was pressed even closer against the window, too.
Anyone could tell she wanted to eat it just by looking at her face.
Now, shall we start the full-fledged mukbang?
Jiik- tuk- tuk-
Tearing the rolled-up paper and removing the plastic lid, I spread my index and middle fingers, picked up the roll cake, and mercilessly took a bite.
Umul- umul- umul-
Kkulkkok!
It seemed I swallowed a bit quickly, but tossing the remaining half lightly into my mouth, I expressed the sweet taste of the roll cake with my entire body, accompanied by an inaudible hum.
"Mm~~"
With my chin raised as high as possible and my head spinning round and round from side to side like a Möbius strip.
Pleased with my expression of taste, perhaps, the woman's two hands that had been hugging her knees touched the window.
Riding on this momentum, I picked up another roll cake and tossed it into my mouth, and at the same time started lifting the beverages lined up neatly one by one.
"This one?"
Challang~ challang~
The woman expressing her intent with her mouth slightly parted—her choice was refreshing orange juice.
Ttadadak-
Lifting the juice slightly toward the woman who was already smacking her lips just from seeing the bottle cap turn, I smiled faintly and swallowed it gulp by gulp with the spout pressed to my mouth.
The woman looking at my appearance with pitiful eyes.
However, I had only eaten one set so far.
"Do you like bread?"
She wouldn't be able to hear my voice, but watching me wave the sandwich around and swallowing her saliva, she must really like bread after all.
I immediately tore open the sandwich, took a bite, moistened my throat with the remaining orange juice, and also tore open a hamburger.
Besides that, I showcased a variety of mukbangs by tasting various foods evenly, such as triangle kimbap, regular kimbap, rice balls, and lunch boxes.
Of course, I didn't eat all of those foods.
Tuk- tuk- tuuk-
The foods that I had torn open and taken a bite of all went straight into the trash can placed next to me.
Tearing open foods that I would just throw away after taking a single bite and couldn't even eat might seem like waste, but these are foods that won't even be touched after tomorrow anyway.
In the case of some foods in a convenience store, it's a known fact to everyone, not just me, that their storage period is quite short.
If I foolishly keep eating them because it's a waste and end up getting a stomachache or food poisoning, I'm the only one who loses.
Things to be thrown away must be discarded coolly without any lingering attachment.
And since they're going to be thrown away anyway, using them this way is even better.
"Keuk..!"
Fuck, did I shove it in too thoughtlessly?
Thumping my chest with one hand and reaching out to the side to grab the cola, I.
Chiik-!!
Kkulkkok- kkulkkok-
"Geueeok!!!"
Flushing down the rice ball stuck in my throat in one shot, I lifted my head up along with a refreshing burp.
Drooping shoulders and a blank face.
Is she surrendering here, of all places? Nah, I still have things prepared, so it's not time yet.
Fearing that the woman might surrender right here, I quickly prepared the next mukbang.
Ttadadak!
With my thumb pushing it up, I slit the sausage held in my left hand with a sharp utility knife poking out.
Vertically.
And after pressing mozzarella cheese firmly into that split crack, I temporarily set it down on top of the wrapper.
Chiik-
I popped open a canned beer and transferred it into a plastic cup.
A mukbang of sausages and beer, you ask?
No, I'm going to upgrade it a bit more here.
Because cold sausages and unmelted mozzarella cheese don't stimulate a person's appetite all that much.
Puk!
I stabbed the upper part of an empty beer bottle with the utility knife, then spun the beer bottle around and sliced off the top as if popping a cap.
And inside it was full of leftover beer moisture, but without minding that, I balled up unrolled toilet paper and pressed it down firmly, and.
Juuuuuuk-
After spraying plenty of lighter fluid, I set it on fire.
Chik!!
Hwarureuk-
Flames burning fiercely thanks to the lighter fluid I sprayed.
Picking up the sausage I had set down, I wrapped it tightly in cooking foil and tossed it right into the blazing flames.
The woman still making an expression as if she didn't quite know what I was doing.
However, a moment later, after sharpening wooden chopsticks like skewers, poking the sausage enveloped in the flames to pull it out onto the table, and peeling off the foil.
Jureureuk-
Jjuuuuuk-
The sausage beautifully wrapped in leaking juices and melting mozzarella cheese revealed its form.
Kok! Kkuuuuk-
When I lifted the sausage with the wooden chopstick stuck in it upward, along with the stretching mozzarella cheese, the woman's eyes—which had only been blank—grew huge, and she even fell to her knees and slammed her forehead against the glass window.
At that rate, she's gonna drool all over the place.
"Hehehe.. Must be killing you, huh?"
Lifting the sausage high up, I quickly wrapped it downward to coat the sausage with the stretched mozzarella cheese, and.
"Huu-! Huu-!"
Blowing wind with all my might to cool down the hot temperature, I took a rough bite.
Wageujak!
Keu~ I should be letting her hear this sound.
Leaving behind the sound I wanted to let her hear as ASMR, rolling the hot sausage with my tongue and breathing out hot air, I downed the beer poured in the cup in one breath.
"Ah... fucking delicious.."
This is a total honey combination, isn't it?
This mukbang was definitely started to tease the woman who flipped me off, but forgetting that purpose, I began devouring the sausage in a hurry.
Wageujak! Wageujak!
"Heor..! Heor..!"
Chiik!!
Kkulkkok- kkulkkok-
With the sausage disappearing in the blink of an eye, I chugged down another canned beer and slammed the empty beer can down onto the table.
Tak!!
"Keu...!!"
The coolness was a bit lacking, but my face naturally scrunched up at the sufficiently satisfying taste of the beer.
This is heaven.
But what is this empty feeling?
Ah, right!
Recalling the woman I had briefly forgotten, I lifted my head to check what kind of expression she was making right now.
-I'm hungry...
The woman had written words on the glass window with red lipstick before I knew it.
Looking at me pitifully....
"Tsk.."
Smacking my lips and springing up, I left behind the woman looking at me with eyes full of anticipation, walked a circle around the convenience store, and came back.
Bbok-
Kkik- kkik- kkik-
The sound of the permanent marker sliding against the glass wall, and I replied like this.
-FUCK YOU.
The woman staring at me with an absurd expression.
That aside, was I originally a bastard with such a ruined personality?
Or even though I think I'm fine myself, did some mental issue occur while killing human-shaped zombies and sacrificing innocent people just to save my own skin?
Well, whatever~
Anyway, what is she writing this time?
-I'm sorry.. I was wrong.. Please help me..
After reading the upside-down writing, the woman makes eye contact with me looking back at her and hastily bows her waist to apologize, but because of that look she gave me earlier with an absurd expression, not an ounce of sincerity could be felt.
And it's not like I wanted that kind of apology anyway.
From the start, there was only one thing I wanted.
Kkik- kkik- kkik- kkik-
Writing scrawled on the glass wall again.
-Lift your skirt, sexy. Slowly, until your panties show.
Reading what I wrote, the woman twitches her lower lip with a look as if she feels wronged, seeming to have a lot to say.
She probably wants to spew curses out of her mouth, but hunger must be stopping her.
Between reason and the primal instinct of starvation, what choice will that woman make?
I'm suddenly curious.
Of course, if it were me, I would have shown my panties hundreds of times without even hesitating.
But instead of lifting her skirt, what is she writing again?
-If I do as you say, will you help me..? I'm really, really hungry..
-If you listen well, I'll give you roll cake and grill sausages too, so do as I say quickly.
Turning her face sideways little by little as she read what I wrote, the woman finally seemed to have made up her mind, gripping the bottom hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.
And along with her lower lip being slightly bitten, the woman's skirt, which seemed to be tightly hugging her waist, pelvis, hips, and thighs, finally began to rise.
Seeuk-
It gives me the illusion as if I can hear the sound of her smooth thighs and skirt rubbing together.
"Whoa, fuck..! That woman is an absolute pro at teasing people, a total pro."
It was me who wrote on the wall to lift her skirt slowly, but thanks to the skirt rising bit by bit, it feels somehow even more lewd.
And I became even more curious.
About the color of that woman's panties.
Raise it more, raise it more!
With my eyes wide open like that, watching the skirt rise, I.
"What the fuck..!"
Spat out a curse.
It's so fucking sexy!
Re, re, red!
The color of the woman's panties I was so curious about was a strawberry-like red.
Kkulkkok-
Saliva gulping down in a mouthful down my throat.
A black skirt pulled up to her pelvis, red panties exposed beneath it, and even two smoothly stretched legs.
Ah... I want to run over right now.
Go and strip her.
No, I want to shove my dick right in while just slightly pushing those panties to the side.
As such visual stimulation combined with useless imagination, my lower half swelled up more and more, and once again, I scribbled wildly on the glass wall with the permanent marker.
-Masturbate. Just push your panties slightly to the side. Ah! Show me your boobs too! Don't take everything off, just unbutton your buttons so only your boobs come out.
Having written down everything I wanted, I tossed the scribbling permanent marker aside and stuck my hand inside my bulging panties.
No, my hand just went in automatically.
But...
"Hey, where are you going at a timing like this?!"
This is when the real main event was about to begin, but the woman suddenly turned her body and disappeared from the window.
What is this sense of emptiness?
No, I even feel a sense of betrayal.
However, it didn't take very long for the disappeared woman to show her face again.
Did she go take a piss or something?
"Eh??"
For a moment, my head tilted in confusion.
The woman had returned to the window, but... why on earth is she holding that?
No way....
Wajangchangchangchang!!!
"Such a crazy bitch..!"
A fire extinguisher falling downward along with the shattering glass window.
And the woman's shout echoing out.
"Cut the crap! You perverted bastard!!!"