A Humiliating Night (1)
After dinner, Dok Sa-yeon was chatting with Jeong Da-jeong—or rather, instructing her.
"Just gather the trash by the entrance, and I'll toss it out when I head out. Hmm. What else? Oh, right—Master might not look it, but he's got an old-man palate, so when you're prepping meals, always make rice and soup together."
Click.
"I think I've got the gist."
She was diligently jotting down Da-jeong's words in a notepad when Cheongun pushed the door open and strode in.
"Whew—fuck, that's ripe."
"Welcome back, Master."
"Good work out there, Master."
He ignored their greetings entirely, yanking open the fridge and cracking a beer. Gulp, gulp, drip.
"Pfhaah—this is why I farm."
Dok Sa-yeon stared, mesmerized, at the condensation beading on the can and his utterly refreshed reaction.
"....."
The AC was humming away, so it wasn't that hot. And she wasn't parched like before, either… but gulp. Recalling that flavor from a lost world she'd thought she'd never taste again, she swallowed hard—loud enough for everyone to hear, startling even herself.
Twitch.
She flinched under Cheongun's signature icy glare and started to stammer an apology. But contrary to her fears, he didn't snap at her.
Thud.Slide.
Instead, he plopped down beside her and shoved his half-drunk beer can her way. Slosh, slosh—take it already.
"...Thank you. I'll enjoy it."
The crisp chill hit her palm the instant she grabbed it, sending a little shiver through her.
Snicker. "Finish it if you want. Just top it off after."
He flashed a small smile, then turned away.
"Generator noise draws zombies nonstop, y'know? I've cleared 'em out for now, but check now and then if you wake up. Don't try handling a big pile solo—wake me. Lure 'em to the side to clear a path out, then kill."
"Yes, Master."
"Checked on the way back—our fuel stash is running low. Grab as many empty water jugs as you can next outing. Dump 'em if we don't need 'em. And…"
Cheongun rattled off orders smoothly, like he'd been planning their routine forever. Sip.
Sa-yeon sipped her beer, glancing out the corner window. The gym glowed alone in the shrouded city. By his side. She stole a peek at his profile.
Maybe he's not just a grouch…
Not saying he was a good person. Far from it… but given the circumstances.
Patients get extra cranky when they're hurting.
Unlike her, he'd survived out there fighting infecteds head-on. Maybe that's why he was so ruthless—and why he could save her sorry ass.
Framed that way, he wasn't all bad…
That was the thought, anyway—
Chin, tap. Tap.
"...!"
Suddenly, Cheongun slung an arm around her and casually unbuttoned her shirt. Before she could freeze up, his hand was already yanking down her bra.
Slide, jiggle.
"Eep…"
Her breasts spilled out in an instant. She gawked at him in shock, but he brushed off her stare.
Slide, slide. "So, anything else? Shortages? Needs?"
His touch started as a light stroke but grew stickier by the second. Knead, knead. Slide. Jiggle…
"Not urgent, but more water wouldn't hurt."
He toyed with them like playthings—squeezing, lifting and dropping, pinching. Squish, squish. Squeeze!
"Eep…"
"Yeah? We'll stock up sometime."
His fingers dug in hard, wringing her tits with every knuckle. Squeeze. Stretch. Squeeze. Hell, he yanked them wide with both hands, scraping his nails across.
"Ugh…!"
The pain stung, but what dizzied her mind more was their attitude.
"Water's covered, then next…"
"Yes. Oh, I forgot to mention earlier…"
"Later."
Like petting a dog sprawled beside him mid-chat, they kept talking casually. The humiliation of being seen not as a woman, but just a pair of tits—nothing more, nothing less—made her tremble.
Shudder.
This is too much…!
The second she tried pulling away, Cheongun punished her instantly. He pinched her shy nipple peeking from the flesh… and yanked.
Pop. Streeetch.
"Hic—!"
Like, where do you think you're going? Her exposed nipple got mercilessly tugged.
"Farming's sorted for now, next…"
"I…"
Pop. Pinch. "Ack—!"
The moment she spoke, her other nipple popped free—crushed between his fingers. She shuddered in agony.
Their chat dragged on, her shame piling higher.
"Oh yeah, you had something to ask her earlier."
"...Right, I did. Sis."
Twirl, press. Press.
"Ah… eep."
"Hey. Answer when someone's talking to you."
Streeeeetch.
"Kyaa—!"
"Right?"
"Y-Yes… s-sorry… what… eep… was it…?"
"No biggie. That cross sign at dinner—was that the Sign of the Cross? You seem devout."
Squish, squish. Smooch. Knead, knead…
"...Habit from childhood… streeeeetch—."
"Eee—! Haa… h-habit. If I don't…"
Stretch, streeeeetch.
"F-Feels… w-wrong… hng… hic…"
Sa-yeon finally broke, bursting into tears. Humiliating. Utterly unbearable humiliation.
Drip, drop.
"Hic… hng…"
Da-jeong pretending not to see another woman suffer twisted the knife. Getting her tits toyed with like an object by this kid who looked way younger was agony. But worst of all—the utter humiliation of not daring to say no to them.
"So, you need anything?"
"I-I…"
Slide. Squish.
"...!"
His hand hiked her skirt, slipping into her panties. Her eyes quivered.
"Seemed like you dig booze earlier. Wine or whatever?"
"Th-That…"
Squish, squish.
"Ah… uh… I…"
His grubby fingering down there was so vile. Unfamiliar, uncomfortable to the point of nausea… but she couldn't speak.
"...Yes. Wine…"
Grit. "I… l-like it…"
She clenched her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut. If she hadn't fled the shower earlier. If she'd just let him take her there, at least she wouldn't endure this shame.
At least…!
"Ha—got it."
'…wouldn't be treated like a whore.'
Nod…
"Stick out your tongue."
"...Bleh…"
Slurp. Smooch… slurp… Squish, squish. Squish. Pinch, pinch.Squelch.
"Hng… smooch… haa…"
He sucked her tongue. Fed her his spit. Mauling her tits. Finger-fucking her pussy, pinching her clit raw… and then, god, she hated admitting it, but… she came.
Even after she came, Cheongun kept playing with her body.
"Haa… slurp…"
Pinch, pinch. Squish. Squelch.Twitch, twitch…!Drip.
"U… u… hic…!"
Her nth pathetic climax. But his hands started up again. Endless torment, her body heating without release—she cursed him inwardly.
'…Worst fucking human…'
Utterly humiliated, but she'd give him what he wanted.
"Master Cheongun…"
"What."
"I'm ready. So please…"
Squeeze. "Hold me…"
Only then did he grin, satisfied, scooping her up and dumping her on the bed.
"Legs up."
"...Yes."
Thud, thud.
Her bottoms yanked off in a flash, tossed aside. Her dark panties were soaked pitch-black at the crotch.
Ziiiip. Thwack.
"....."
Gulp.
His thick, grotesque cock—the thing that'd been prodding her waist—sprang free. She swallowed instinctively.
"Spread 'em."
"...Yes."
Splay.Drip.
Her legs parted demurely, a translucent string dangling. Squelch. Twitch.
The virginity she'd cherished her whole life. Vowed before God to give only to true love.
Now, that pure pussy kissed by a stranger's dick. She gritted her teeth, choking back sobs.
Grit.
"....."
"Heh."
Thump, thump. Squish, squish.
His cock seemed thrilled, pounding her entrance harder.
Tap. Squelch.
"Eep—..."
His hand on her thigh, forcing her open. She turned away, unable to watch, begging mercy one last time.
"...Be gentle. It's my first time."
She'd taken all the shame she could. Surrendered. Even a brute like him might show a shred of mercy—but she still didn't know Cheongun at all.
"Heh?"
Squelch.Shove.Thud.
"Gah… aaah—!"
Slam.
He grabbed her thrashing hair, whispering through her agony.
"Who the fuck said you give orders, bitch."
That cold glare. The alien fullness stuffing her. She shuddered—but he showed no mercy.
"Let's do this right?"
"...Yes…"
She just prayed this night would end soon. But it was only beginning.