Da-jeong is Free
Just one day had passed, but the morning of the second day was eerily quiet compared to the chaos of the first. 'It'll stay like this for a while.' With tap water still running, no one but the laziest slob would have run out of even a single pack of instant noodles at home. Most people would hole up for days, waiting for the cliche military rescue to swoop in. The novel's protagonist was doing exactly that... and so was Jeong Da-jeong, currently sucking my cock.
"Right?"
I glanced down. Her eyes, stuffed full with my dick in her mouth, looked utterly deflated after just one night.
"Who told you to stop?"
"......"
Slurp... gluck... huff...
At my words, she buried her face back in my crotch. She'd whined and cried at first, but after pounding her all night, she was nice and compliant now. Her skills still needed work, attitude aside.
Schlurp... slurp... gluuuurp... slurp...
"...Ngh... uh... huff..."
I savored the slick, wet sensation wrapping around my shaft and sank back into thought. 'What to do today.'
Grinding zombies for levels was a given, but other priorities nagged at me. Food stocks from yesterday's farming run were solid—no need to ration for now, unless mouths multiplied.
'Got water in the tub and buckets too.' Still, more was always better; I'd grab extras if space allowed.
Clothes and transport were the real urgents. I'd planned to raid that motorcycle shop yesterday. Snag a bike and rider gear—it'd serve as decent armor for now.
'But that means hitting somewhere big.' Like the massive hardware store from yesterday.
Problem was, with the internet down, no nav to guide me. Gucheon City—fictional spot northeast of Seoul, the novel's main stage. No clue what was where or which roads to take.
'Need a map. And a pharmacy, don't forget.'
Sorting priorities ate up time faster than expected. No point letting her fumble my dick forever—I took over, grabbing her hair like a handle and fucking her mouth like a fleshlight.
Thrust... gluuuuck!
"Gack... ngh...!"
Slurp... slurp... schluuuurp...
"Kkh... slurp... phew... gluuuuh...!"
"Ah, now it's getting good."
She gagged on my cock stirring her tiny mouth, but I didn't care. I kept using her throat for my pleasure.
Gluuulp, guuuuuhhhk...
"Ngh... huuugh... hngggk...!"
Her hands flailed, pushing at my thighs as I rammed deep. Thrust... guuuurk!
"Hng... ha... ack... haa..."
She gasped, finally pulling my cock from her throat. Seeing that pissed me off.
"Hah, what a pain in the ass. For real."
No choice—I pinned both her wrists with one hand and shoved back in.
"Haa, ha..."
Gulp!
"...Ngh!"
Her mouth clenched tight around the cock blocking her throat, giving a thrill different from pussy. Plunge... glurk... guuuh...
"...Uh... grrrk... glug... ugh... uuugh...!"
"Puke and you're dead?"
"Ugh... huff... huuugh...!"
Nearly deepthroating now, my glans battered her gag reflex, making her retch nonstop. I loved the vibrations rippling through her flesh.
Thwack, spurt... schluck... sluuuurp... slurp...
"Hngk... hork... hngggk...!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she glared up at me in resentment. That pushed me right to the edge. Matching the rising urge, I yanked her hair faster.
Slurp... schluuuurp... thrust... guuuurk, gluuuuurk...
"Ngh... kkh... ngh... hng... sluuuurp... hork...!"
She must've been dying, but whatever. I slammed into her crotch, pinned, pulled—used her however I wanted.
Schlup, pop!
"Heok...! Heuk, haaaah..."
Finally, right on the brink, I yanked out, pressed against her face, and unloaded.
Spurt, splaaash... spurt, splaaash...
"Eek...!"
Semen blasted her face; she squeezed her eyes shut on reflex. Drip, drip. More splattered her eyelids, cheeks, hair—everywhere. Last shots filled her gasping mouth.
"Haa, ha... hngk...!"
Gulp.
"Cough, cough."
She'd swallowed the deep shot by accident, grimacing and hacking. With pubes stuck to her lips on top, she looked utterly slutty.
That filthy sight had me shoving back in. Schluuup!
"Kkh...!"
I squeezed out the dregs into her urethra.
Spurt... spuuuurt...
"...Eek... hng..."
"Suck out every last drop."
The musky stench made her hesitate, but...
"...Slurp."
Gulp, gulp.
She glanced warily and swallowed, throat bobbing.
Her stats and attitude made me want to feed her to zombies, but as a cocksleeve? Perfect fit. I praised the apocalypse again—how many times now?
'Why wouldn't anyone enjoy a world this awesome?' Top-tier pussy, impossible to score back home, free anytime I wanted.
"Hahat. This is the best."
Tempted to fuck her again, but I settled for biting her neck to mark my territory.
Crunch.
"Ack... eek... ah... it hurts...!"
Defy me, and zombies—not me—would do worse. Lesson etched into her flesh.
...
Outside, I snagged a Gucheon City map from the nearby real estate office I'd eyed yesterday and plotted my route. Book-style, not a full unfold, but I got the gist.
'Bike first, then the nearby gas station...'
I snapped the atlas shut and opened my mouth.
"Inventory."
No holographic window popped up—that was endgame rewards. I meant my other inventory: Jeong Da-jeong, staring holes into the wall map, ignoring me.
"......"
"Hey, inventory."
She flinched and scurried over, stuffing the atlas into the duffel on her back.
Satisfied with the now-functional system, I noted the spot she'd fixated on.
'Hwajeong-dong, huh?'
She'd said she was local, home from college break for a part-time gig. No reason to stare at a random eatery, so her place was probably there.
'A bit far?' Distance-wise, doable if I pushed, but denser population than this suburb. Filed it away and hopped on the yogurt cart outside.
"At the intersection ahead, right turn."
Click, click... clicky-click-click...
She fiddled with buttons instead of starting.
"What're you doing?"
"Uh, well... seems like it's broken."
Power button flickered the lights then died. Battery drained from yesterday's abuse.
Planned to ditch it post-bike anyway, but trudging on foot grated.
"Ugh."
She bore the brunt—hauling all our crap—way past annoyed. A glance back: bags dangling front and back, eyeing me slyly.
"What."
"...Nothing."
I'd love to indulge her, but coddling now just spoiled the slave. Bite the tongue, seal the gut.
"Slow down and I leave you."
And we ran.
...
At the motorcycle shop, she wheezed.
"Huk— huk—."
Tsk. 'Gotta level her up fast.' Cleared zombies en route, but she lagged, pulling aggro every time.
Anywhere got a busty, non-stuttering slave? Sighing, I smashed the blacked-out glass.
Bikes galore inside, even an ATV in the corner.
'Gear first.'
Skipped jeans and jackets for full rider suits. Ziiip... swish, swish.
"Mmm~."
Stiff, thick leather and tough synthetics—zombie bites no problem, variants aside. Not just the suit either.
Thud, thud.
Leather boots like military ones gripped ankles solid. No steel toe, but skull-cracking potential.
Ziiip... snip.
Tossed hardware gloves for rider ones, snipped thumbs and forefingers. Helmet on, mirror check.
Smack.
"Mm, yeah. Perfect."
Face completes the fashion, after all. Very satisfied, I called,
"Inventory."
"Grab same size as me, and extras per size."
"Pick some with knee pads too."
"Oh, this strap's nice. Take it."
"And..."
Vrooooom!
Engine roar—whipped around. Edge of vision: familiar figure on a bike.
"...Hah—."
Too lost in masked rider dreams? Overestimated her?
"Ha... hahahaha—."
Wall keys all gone...
Snap.
"After all I've done..."
Something in my head broke.
'Ungrateful bitch has limits...'
"You dare run?"
Catch the slave bitch. That was all.