No Need for This, Though (2)

"Did you run into a collection team?"

"Who was it?"

Both of them turned to look at me, slipping out of my arms. But I wasn't about to stop groping their tits. I stepped closer, slid my hands under their shirts, and grabbed their breasts, stroking them firmly. Yeonsu's were average but springy with great elasticity, while Hyeyoon's were big and soft like jelly. My hands are in heaven. Fuck.

"Uh, some old guy and aunties? There was this one auntie who was coughing. She said her daughter was sick."

"Oh, not our team, then."

"Ha... It would've been nice if it was ours."

"Your team?"

"Yeah. We had a team, but a few people died and turned into zombies, so only five of us are left. And now that we've bailed, they're really struggling—"

"Come here."

Standing up and groping them felt awkward. I took their hands and led them to the sofa, sitting them down on either side of me. Then I slipped my hands around their waists and got back to it. Much better.

"Yeah, so?"

I'd love to shove my hand into those training pants they're wearing, but then they'd get too worked up and we couldn't talk. It was awkward last time too. As long as I stroked their tits softly, a pleasant flush crept over ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠their faces, but conversation was still possible. My preference was lower down, sure, but the feel of tits was better anyway.

Yeonsu pressed close against me, resting her head on my shoulder. So warm.

"I wonder what happened to our team... Only two older sisters and one uncle left. Right, Hyeyoon?"

"Yeah. They were all good people."

"Two older sisters?"

"Yeah. In their forties, I think? They used to run a beauty salon..."

"Right. They said they were friends who ran it together. Yeah?"

...Why call them 'older sisters'? Even being generous, they're aunties. I kept that to myself.

"Hmm... Unfortunately, I didn't run into your team, but I had a conversation like this today."

I told the girls about what happened earlier.

"...She's still the same, that auntie."

"Yeonsu, the coughing auntie—was that maybe Jeongin-unnie?"

Auntie or unnie, pick one. Another thought I kept inside.

"Oh, yeah. Jeongin-unnie said her daughter had been sick for a while, and that unnie was coughing?"

Yeonsu looked up at me as I toyed with her nipple. Her face was serene, just pure curiosity, but her cheeks were a bit flushed. Cute.

"Yeah. She was coughing."

"Must've caught it from her daughter."

"Probably."

"Hmm... Are there a lot of sick people there?"

"Everyone's sick. No one's healthy. Just those asshole pricks strutting around with guns and knives are fine—the rest are all wasting away."

"I see."

I leaned back on the sofa, thinking for a bit. Of course, my hands didn't stop. Touching liquid monsters relaxed me, but my girls' tits? Pure bliss. And I was feeling it live right now. Not squeezing hard—just stroking upward, brushing their now-firm nipples on the downstroke, then up again.

As I pondered, it hit me.

"...I don't think it's something I should get involved in."

"Huh?"

The girls looked up at me. Both their cheeks were a little flushed. No surprise, with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all the groping.

I shrugged, still fondling them.

"I'm just gonna leave it alone."

"...Couldn't you at least help the collection teams a bit?"

"But then all their stuff goes straight to that bitch auntie."

"Yeah, true. But if they can't bring anything back, they starve."

"...Fair point."

Yeonsu looked up at me. Her hand had somehow ended up on my stomach. Nice. Would be even better if she slipped it inside my pants. But no ordering her. It'll feel better when she does it on her own someday.

"What if we just help the collection teams? Like, not begging or forcing, but we're fine with it? Right?"

"Mmm."

Hyeyoon nodded, head against my armpit. I got her good intentions, wanting that.

"But here's how it'll probably go."

I pulled my hands from their tits. Then, without warning, shoved them straight into their training pants. Plunge. They ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠both jolted—Yeonsu spread her legs, Hyeyoon clenched. Fun. Whatever the reaction, I'd grope away—they were mine.

So I slid my hands between their thighs, savoring the plump mounds with my palms, then cupping their smooth, soft, delightful spots. Slick fluid started flowing; I rubbed it gently with my fingers.

"The collection teams we met today will go back and get grilled about me. Obviously. I wasn't hiding much. From what you've said, they're pretty aggressive—practically an interrogation."

"...Yeah."

"Y-Yeah..."

"They might pass it off the first time: 'We ran into someone by chance, got some help, no idea who he was, saw zombies turn to sand and freaked out,' whatever, fudging the story. But if it happens two or three times? That auntie group leader won't sit still. Some outsider helping collection teams? She can't ignore it. She'll want to know if I'm enemy or ally, why I'm helping."

"That fucking bitch... mmph."

Swearing into a moan? Even cuter. But I finished my thought.

"The problem's the collection teams. Word about me will spread. You becoming my followers came up today too, right? That'll circulate. Sure, they might try blocking talk, but rumors spread anyway. Then the teams will think, Hey, this guy's an option. That auntie won't like that. It's not one or two defecting—whole chunks leaving would piss her off big time."

"...Yeah. Really, mm. Yeah."

Hyeyoon nearly moaned. Both their faces red. Not looking at each other made it even hotter.

"So what happens? Me and that auntie end up enemies. No avoiding it. If I keep helping anyway, she might punish teams or whatever, but it'll come to a fight. Fighting's no issue. The problem's them all dying by my hand."

Yeonsu and Hyeyoon stared at me. I gave each a quick peck. Mwah. Fingers didn't stop. Getting slicker—fun to touch, feels good. The girls were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feeling even better.

"Do I want that? Yeah, there are shitheads there, I get it. Should I just kill them all? Tempting. But... I dunno. 'Cause there's no real connection between their group and me."

Right about now, I slipped a finger just inside their holes. So soft, went in easy. Just the first knuckle. Ah, great texture. I clenched my finger lightly, pulling a bit, and they started reacting. Breaths hitching, leaning into me more. Perfect.

"If those bastards touch you? No hesitation—wipe 'em all out. Dare lay a hand on my women? Not on my watch. But they're not coming after us. Hmm... So that's my conclusion. Leave 'em be, don't interfere. I get the collection folks are pitiful, but right now, helping's tough."

Yeonsu's eyes grew misty. Yearning for something. Hyeyoon too. Not sure if they were even hearing me. Still, I continued.

"Because if I take the teams as my followers? Instant war. I figure... that auntie might wanna meet soon. Propose a non-aggression pact or something?"

"...How do you... figure that out... just now?"

Hyeyoon barely got the words out before burying her face in my chest. Biting her lip to stifle moans. So I rubbed harder, faster. Hnng, hah, huff. Sounds from both sides.

"Yeah. Thought of it just now. Alright, everyone."

I stood up, pulling my hands from their pants. While talking, I'd felt them cum once or twice lightly. My dick was rock-hard too. Headed to the bedroom. As I turned the knob, the girls stood demurely and followed. Still avoiding eye contact. Adorable, both of them.

As expected, two rounds in a row was rough. Still satisfying. Cumming inside raw, telling them to get pregnant—pure bliss. Thought of something else to make them do, but my tank's empty now. Need rest.

"Hoo..."

To the side, on the bed. Yeonsu and Hyeyoon lay curled like shrimp, leaking from between their legs, faces flushed and breathing hard. Just looking was a treat.

Then I lay in the sarcophagus.

Coins earned today: 877. Minus 60 for Shrine maintenance, leaves 817. Today it's the warrior and mage. Both earners, not eaters, so I leveled them up no problem.

Gaze of the Overweight upgraded to 𓅃 𓏽 𓂻. Read it as Gaze of the Overweight Onslaught? Gotta test how it improved. Spirit? Only way to know is to use it.

Path of Sand became 𓁣 𓄿 𓏿. Hieroglyphs totally changed—feels like a whole new skill. Name... Three Sand Claws? No clue. See what the upgrades do tomorrow.

But...

...Ugh. This sarcophagus, seriously. Every time I lie down.

It's too good. Cumming twice and flopping in, body just sinks in bliss. Ah...

Wow. Woke up to afternoon already. Napped like a beast. Fuck, feels amazing. Burst out of the sarcophagus—whole body refreshed. That thing could double as an energy station. Full of vigor... Huh? Crotch is sticky. Forgot to wash before crashing.

Maybe clean up. Stepped out and heard tick, tick. In the living room, Hyeyoon had a board game spread out, puzzling over the rulebook alone. Could see her bra under the t-shirt. Bottom? Just panties, no pants. Not a thong—plain ones with a little ribbon.

...That's hot too.

Hyeyoon saw me and beamed.

"Board games look fun."

"Yeah. Wanna play later? Gonna wash first."

"Yeonsu's in there."

"Oh?"

Glanced over—the Fountain of Life was full of bubbles, Yeonsu half-reclined in blissed-out ecstasy.

"I already washed."

Ah, that explained her slightly damp hair.

"Okay."

Casually strolled over, sat beside Yeonsu in the fountain. Splash, splish-splash. Nice water sounds.