Her Explosive Body Toys With His Cock

Did she catch me? Did she actually see it? I don't think I was fully hard like before...

I inched backward, little by little. Dohui's comment about putting in some work tonight had my cock swelling all over again — not a full erection this time, just half-mast. I eased my hips back and canted my stance, hiding the evidence.

"I'd heard you worked out, but this is the first time I've actually seen it. You really go at it with some serious passion, huh? Fucking intense."

Footsteps approached, slow and measured. Yeon Dohui came toward me from the training room entrance at a leisurely pace, arms folded across her chest. Her expression was as incredulous as the language she'd just used — like she couldn't believe what she was looking at. So the "work" she'd mentioned for tonight had been about pumping iron after all. Thankfully, it didn't seem like she'd noticed the half-hard state of my cock.

Holy shit, those tits... so that's what a crop top does to a chest like that. I'm wrecked.

Those hips... extra-large childbearing hips... nngh, noona, you're killing me...

God. My testosterone was already going nuclear. Keeping this at half-mast while staring at a body that was a walking invitation to sex was getting way too hard.

Ever since we'd gotten blackout drunk together, we'd gotten close enough to drop f-bombs on each other without a second thought. But this was the first time Yeon Dohui had gotten comfortable enough to walk around in a crop top and dolphin shorts — not counting the motel, anyway. We'd been grinding pretty hard for the past four months, prepping for the zombie apocalypse.

"Uh... yeah, I tend to get like that when I work out..."

Ogling her body that blatantly was strictly an internal affair. Looking too openly would be dangerous given the precarious state of things downstairs.

"Hahahaha..."

Getting caught yelling sex, sex, sex while lifting was mortifying beyond words. My hand went to my head of its own accord, scratching away.

"So that's how you work off all that pent-up frustration, huh."

There was something subtle in her tone and expression. Putting together everything she'd said to me at the entrance, that seemed to be the picture she had of me: kind of innocent. Reliable, in his own way. But rigid. And yet, unmistakably, the guy who died jerking off so hard he killed himself.

From Dohui's perspective, those first three traits probably didn't quite line up with the image of a chronic wanker who'd masturbated himself to death. But watching me scream about sex while destroying the weights, she'd apparently decided: yeah, this was definitely the kind of guy who'd jerk himself into an early grave.

"I like working out too, and I know we'll need to keep training if we want to survive. But going this hard on day one? Your body's not gonna last."

When Yeon Dohui had been testing the bunker's safety systems herself, I'd gotten a sidelong look at her measurements. She was 177 cm tall, 60 kg, with a 75H-cup bust, a 25-inch waist, and 41-inch extra-large childbearing hips. And it wasn't just numbers. Visually, she was a body of thick, meaty thighs and a plump, bouncy ass that swayed with every step, all day long. A woman with a physique like that had obviously been meticulous about taking care of herself. So watching me torch my soul pumping iron while screaming about sex on day one — to someone who actually understood how training worked — it must have looked like overkill.

"Is this that thing I mentioned earlier? Working off the stress and the urges that come from extreme situations?"

I must have really overdone it. Dohui was circling back to that abnormal sexual drive born from extreme circumstances, trying to make sense of what she'd just seen. I couldn't exactly say she was wrong. That was definitely part of it.

"That's part of it, yeah. But there's a bigger reason than that."

Yeon Dohui was my companion. The first person I'd befriended after reincarnating into a world where I knew absolutely no one. For roughly four and a half months, she'd been essentially the only person at my side — and she was a critical asset, the one who could keep this bunker running. Surviving the apocalypse alone was a pipe dream. I needed a solid ally. Taking the initiative and opening up to her was the right call.

"I awakened. Superpowers. I've been running experiments related to that — that's why I've been going nuts in here in the middle of the night."

So I told Yeon Dohui I'd become an Awakener.

Yeah, Dohui takes this kind of thing in stride.

She absorbed the news that I'd awakened remarkably fast. Her father had been from another world, after all. She already knew I'd reincarnated from a different one. And she'd watched my prediction about the apocalypse come true. Given all that, the concept of awakening went down pretty smoothly.

I drove the point home so she'd have no choice but to believe me. I showed her the Awakened Iron Pipe — Nano Warrior Kim Taeshik's glorious, glittering special weapon. Dohui had been unimpressed when she first heard the name. An iron pipe? her face had said. But the moment she saw the real thing, she was drawn in by how mystical and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠otherworldly it looked. Mana projected through the Awakened Iron Pipe, flashing with a sky-blue gleam.

After confirming Dohui had made it through the first gate safely, I'd stashed the Awakened Iron Pipe somewhere convenient — all so I could pull off this dramatic reveal when the time came to talk about awakening.

"Whoa... that's actually pretty cool. And the way it lights up — that's seriously weird."

"Looking at it again, the weights you were lifting were way beyond anything I imagined. So you really did suddenly get a massive boost in strength."

The setup had paid off. Yeon Dohui was fully on board.

"You said a notification window popped up after you killed a zombie, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠telling you you'd become an Awakener after beating some probability roll, right?"

From there, she started asking about awakening abilities in earnest.

"Yeah, that's how it showed up. Dohui, did you kill any zombies on your way here?"

I nodded, confirming what she'd said, then asked if she'd killed any zombies on the way back to the bunker. I needed to know if she'd awakened. The timing of awakening was still hard to pin down — I had no control group.

"No. I didn't. I barely ran into any zombies face-to-face. Even driving here, I mostly managed to take routes that didn't have any."

"I did hit a couple with the car, but looking in the side mirror, they weren't dead. Probably because their heads didn't get smashed in."

Yeon Dohui shook her head, still standing with her arms crossed. Then she made it clear she was ready to find out.

"Either way, I should check, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right? Whether killing a zombie actually triggers an awakening or not."

"Yeah. We should check. But it's late tonight — let's look into it tomorrow."

I nodded as I answered.

"Do I need to go out and beat one to death? What do you think? You've actually killed zombies, so you'd know. Can I take one?"

Yeon Dohui really had nerves of steel. Even talking about beating a zombie to death, her eyes didn't waver in the slightest.

"Nah, you don't necessarily have to go out and beat one to death. Killing a single zombie — there are other ways that work just fine."

I shook my head as I spoke.

"Alright then, I'll leave that part to you. You decide how we take one down."

"I think I should turn in early. I need to inspect the entire bunker starting tomorrow morning."

She'd pulled off a life-or-death infiltration, then taken a shower on top of that — exhaustion was catching up with her too. With slightly drowsy eyes, she rested a hand on my shoulder and walked past me.

"Ahhh! That's the stuff."

After wrapping up the conversation with Yeon Dohui, I showered and stretched out on the master bedroom bed.

The bunker's plumbing was tapped into a groundwater vein. Once I'd come clean about preparing for the apocalypse, Dohui had thrown everything she had into scouting the site and getting it set up — she'd even tracked down the aquifer and hooked us into it. Backup tanks were in place, every last one filled to the brim, and we'd installed a system to catch and store rainwater on top of that.

Power came from a whole array of solar panels, plus several generators Dohui had specially procured. Batteries were stocked in bulk, feeding a setup that kept everything charging around the clock. I'd turned lottery winnings into seed money, pumped that into crypto, and poured every last bit of the resulting fortune into this place.

"Alright, let's see what that alert said after I filled out the F-Rank Power points..."

I'd filled the Power category with the Training Points I'd earned at the end, and a Status Window alert had popped up. But Yeon Dohui had appeared at that exact moment, so I never got to check it.

"Oh! So I can view E-Rank detailed stats!"

Filling out the F-Rank Power slots had pushed Power itself to E-Rank — and that was what had unlocked the E-Rank detailed stat values. I jabbed the [Level Details] button without hesitation.

"Whoa... so the three-lift jumps from 650 kg all the way to 900 kg!"

The jump was enormous. When my Power had gone from my original level to F-Rank, the three-lift increase had been 80 kg. Even 80 kg was a massive, immediately noticeable difference — like a natural athlete pinning steroids and hitting a god-tier peak. But going from F-Rank Power to E-Rank Power? That was a 250 kg swing. A jump that size wasn't an upgrade. It was becoming a completely different person.

"The jump is insane! I think I need to take out the zombies in front of the bunker tomorrow and push myself up to E-Rank..."

A few hours ago, I'd turned down clearing the bunker's front yard. This time, I was actually going to have to do it.