Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: The Price of Hunger
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“Hmm~”
I was humming a cheerful tune as I drove the van back to the department store.
One hand on the steering wheel, the other kneading Oh Na-yeon’s thigh.
I’d been groping her breasts, thighs, and pussy whenever I got bored, and now she just stared blankly out the window with empty eyes.
‘How many days should I starve those bastards?’
As I fondled her soft thigh, I indulged in pleasant imaginings.
Just a little while ago.
Kim Seok-ho and Seong Ho-su, upon seeing my face.
Their reactions were polar opposites.
“You fucking bastard!! Was this all planned?! Huh?! Locking us up here!! Coming to find us!!”
Seong Ho-su screamed at me in rage.
Bam!
His fist swung sideways and slammed into the container wall, echoing loudly.
His face flushed red, eyes bulging as he glared at me like he wanted to kill me.
But he didn’t come any closer.
He might get grabbed by zombies if he approached carelessly.
And on the other side, Kim Seok-ho.
“S-sorry! I’m sorry, Seo-ho! P-please forgive me just this once. I’m truly, sincerely reflecting…! Please…!”
The grown man was groveling on the ground beneath me, tears streaming down his face.
‘As expected, the junior’s the smart one.’
Seong Ho-su had always been competent but hot-tempered—a moron whose brain shut off when he got excited.
That’s probably why Kang Hae-seok paired him with Kim Seok-ho.
Kim Seok-ho might be clumsy, but he grasped situations quickly.
‘Anyway, you’ve got it rough too.’
Judging by Kim Seok-ho’s attitude alone, if he’d been locked in here by himself, I might’ve cut him some slack.
He was begging so pitifully.
So I crouched down, meeting the prostrated Kim Seok-ho’s eyes.
And looked at him with sympathetic eyes.
“You’ve got shitty luck with your senior. In a situation like this, he can’t even beg with you—instead he’s just yelling. Haha.”
At my words, Kim Seok-ho’s expression hardened, and his trembling body turned to look at Seong Ho-su.
I don’t know what his gaze was like.
But judging by how Seong Ho-su’s rage-twisted face twitched, it must’ve been intensely resentful.
“Anyway, enough. Both of you, strip.”
I stood from my crouch and said it to the two stunned men.
“W-why do we have to strip…?”
Kim Seok-ho looked up at me with trembling eyes.
I gave him a cold stare and quietly said one thing.
“Or do you wanna die right now?”
Then I aimed the K2 rifle loaded with live rounds at him.
“Eek!”
Kim Seok-ho’s face drained of color, and he frantically started stripping off his clothes.
“What’re you doing? Not joining in?”
“…Tch.”
Seong Ho-su, finally grasping the situation, suppressed his anger, grimaced, and silently began undressing.
The reason for stripping them was simple.
No telling what weapons they might have.
If they had grenades or something, they might go all-out in desperation.
“H-here…”
Kim Seok-ho carefully folded even his senior’s clothes and pushed them through the bars.
He still believed obeying me would save him, gazing at me with the biggest smile he could muster.
It was a pathetic sight.
‘Yeah, right. You tried to kill me.’
Twice, no less.
Once right after the rebellion as an example, and again while chasing me this time.
Obviously, they weren’t just planning to check the food locations.
Once they confirmed the massive stockpile, they’d kill useless me.
So Kim Seok-ho’s pitiful smile didn’t move me much.
They hadn’t been punished yet, after all.
They’d spat on me even when I kicked them and made them bow.
Asking for mercy at this point felt utterly shameless.
“Good job. I’m heading out.”
“Y-yes?! W-wait! Seo-ho! Don’t do this! Let’s talk a bit more! Yeah?!”
As I grabbed their clothes and turned to leave, Kim Seok-ho desperately called out.
A naked man wailing from the cage was pretty hilarious.
“Talk? Since when did we ever talk?”
So I sneered at the two and turned my back.
“Hey! You fucking prick━!! You’re just gonna leave us here?!”
“Whew, scary. I can’t stay here with Corporal Seong Ho-su anymore. I’ll go, so come find me if you feel like it.”
I waved over my shoulder and leisurely slipped through the zombies.
“Seo-ho━!! Don’t go!! Seo-ho━!!”
Kim Seok-ho’s wails from behind lightened my steps.
‘How many days is just right…?’
Of course, I wasn’t planning to starve them to death immediately.
But seeing Seong Ho-su still full of energy to rage, he needed more education.
Who held their lifeline.
‘Controlled by a single meal, pathetic.’
Thinking of the two turned into neighborhood strays on a leash made me burst out laughing.
━!! …━!!
As I left the warehouse, I heard two men shouting from the container direction.
They were probably blaming each other and arguing.
‘Can’t blame them.’
That part was intentional too.
If the two united and relied on each other, they’d be a headache.
They might even plan an escape.
So during our talk, I subtly emphasized Seong Ho-su’s faults to Kim Seok-ho.
Even at the end, I made it seem like I was leaving because of his yelling.
They were probably fighting over that.
‘Time for some dessert then.’
Main course done—now just the anticipated treat left.
。 。 。
“Get out.”
The van, weaving skillfully through zombie-free paths after a long drive.
Soon entered a massive parking lot.
‘…This place.’
Even Oh Na-yeon recognized it.
Seoul’s largest, S Department Store.
She’d eaten at the 8th-floor restaurant with Han Ji-ho, watched movies at the top-floor theater.
And lately, the most talked-about spot among the barracks soldiers.
Rumors of massive remaining food supplies.
‘This guy… he got the food from here.’
She’d wondered why he’d trade so much food just for one woman.
That mystery was solved now.
‘His voice… sounds familiar.’
Silent at the barracks, but once in the car, he’d spoken to her in a sleazy tone.
And at that outskirts warehouse earlier, he’d groped her while talking.
That voice was definitely one she remembered.
‘Anyway, I need to find a chance to escape…!’
Recalling how he’d toyed with her made her shoulders tremble.
Who knew what he’d do to her here for a week.
The kind of guy to trade massive food for a woman.
Maybe a psycho who enjoyed sexual torture.
‘But… how?’
From the car, the department store was zombie-infested.
Even if she untied her wrists and fled, she had no confidence in surviving outside.
‘…Ji-ho.’
In her desperate situation, tears welled as she thought of her boyfriend.
“Ah! Honey!”
Following the man inside the department store, a woman’s voice rang out.
Startled, Oh Na-yeon looked up.
‘…Wow, she’s gorgeous.’
Her first impression of Yoo Ha-yeon was pure awe.
Maybe because she looked so pristine in this zombie apocalypse.
No, even beyond that, Yoo Ha-yeon’s beauty was stunning.
As the mysterious man entered, she beamed and threw herself into his arms.
Like a loving couple.
“That’s her?”
“Yeah.”
Yoo Ha-yeon noticed Oh Na-yeon too.
Seeing the beautiful Yoo Ha-yeon, Oh Na-yeon realized she had someone to appeal to for help.
“Mmph━! Mmph━!”
She screamed as loud as she could through her gag.
Yoo Ha-yeon and the man seemed close.
And Yoo looked normal.
A normal person might pity her state and ask the man to help.
But.
“Mm, …smack, slurp.”
Yoo Ha-yeon, looking at her, blushed as the man pulled down his mask and brought his face close.
Then they started tangling tongues.
‘No way…’
Oh Na-yeon’s hopes crumbled at the sight.
The man explored Yoo Ha-yeon’s mouth while freely kneading her ass.
Clearly, he held all the power.
Yoo Ha-yeon didn’t resist.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts against him like she was delighted.
“Well, since we’ll be staying here a while, wanna do introductions?”
After the kiss, the man who’d groped Yoo Ha-yeon’s ass to his heart’s content turned to Oh Na-yeon with a smirk.
Then he removed his sunglasses and hat.
“……Gasp.”
Oh Na-yeon gasped, swallowing hard at the face behind the glasses.
“Oh, what’s this? You recognize me properly? That makes me happy.”
The mysterious man was Lee Seo-ho.
The one they’d dumped work on and exploited.
Who soldiers had supposedly dragged off to kill.
‘B-but I heard he was dead…’
She’d heard the soldiers confirmed he’d been bitten by a zombie.
Yet here he was, alive and well.
“Uncomfortable? I’ll untie you soon.”
As she stared at him in shock, Lee Seo-ho smiled kindly and approached.
Surprisingly, he untied her restraints.
Even removed the cloth gag and pulled out the sock from her mouth.
“Y-you… you’re alive?”
“Wanna touch? See if I’m warm or cold?”
To her stunned question, Lee Seo-ho stepped close, placing a hand on her shoulder.
His other hand naturally heading between her legs.
“N-no! Stop!”
Oh Na-yeon flinched, shoving his hand away and backing up.
She hugged herself protectively, glaring at him.
“I have a boyfriend. …And you’ve got a woman to satisfy you already!”
She pointed at Yoo Ha-yeon, watching blankly from behind Lee Seo-ho.
She’d thought he bought her because he had no woman.
But he already had a far prettier one at his mercy.
‘Then why me…?’
Oh Na-yeon glared at Lee Seo-ho, puzzled.
Maybe he wouldn’t touch her for a week.
If his goal wasn’t to rape her.
She might protect her virginity.
Determined, Oh Na-yeon planned to desperately fend off his advances.
Even if it meant bolting out of the department store.
‘That’s what she’s thinking.’
Lee Seo-ho already knew Oh Na-yeon’s thoughts.
She was the type to fiercely guard her purity, even from her own boyfriend.
Being sold like a whore and losing her first time would be unbearable.
‘Of course, that’d be no fun for me either.’
Lee Seo-ho met her glare and smirked.
Sure, he could force her anytime.
But that wouldn’t suffice.
It wouldn’t be the revenge he craved.
。 。 。
After freeing Oh Na-yeon’s restraints, I shrugged and told her.
“Don’t wanna? Then forget it.”
“……Huh?”
Oh Na-yeon looked shocked.
She knew how much food I’d traded for her.
After handing over that massive amount just to bring her here, to abandon her with a simple “don’t wanna.”
She was understandably flustered.
Maybe she’d expected me to force myself on her.
“Man, I’m hungry. Ha-yeon, wanna eat?”
“Sure! I’ll prepare it right away!”
I acted utterly disinterested in her body.
Forcing her virginity would be fun in its own way, sure.
‘But that’d give her an excuse, killing the fun.’
Her losing it because I forced her.
That gives both her and Han Ji-ho the excuse of “it couldn’t be helped.”
A lame outcome like that isn’t what I want.
“C’mon, you must be hungry too?”
“…….”
I beckoned Oh Na-yeon, who eyed me suspiciously.
Suspicious, yeah.
‘And she’s right to be.’
But her doubts didn’t last long.
Sizzle….
A sound she might’ve heard recently too, but for her, months since last time.
Grilling meat on the hot plate.
“……Th-that….”
Sizzling deliciously, the irresistible aroma of pork fat wafted up.
We grilled in the 3rd-floor furniture section and parking lot connector—far from our living area to avoid smells.
Gulp.
Oh Na-yeon, who’d glared like she’d bite if touched moments ago.
Now stared entranced at the unimaginable fresh pork belly grilling.
“Hungry?”
I asked, tongs in hand.
Her eyes lit up as she looked at me.
She must be starving.
Even the soldiers were desperate with reduced rations—civilians lower on the totem pole couldn’t be full.
Right on cue, her stomach growled.
Grrrowl….
“……Ugh.”
Embarrassed, she blushed and clutched her belly.
“It’s fine. I get it. I starved with you, remember?”
“…….”
I comforted her gently, and she looked at me touched.
Her expression expectant.
My tone sounded friendly, like I saw her as one of us.
Despite her hostility, her face said maybe I’d share that tasty pork belly.
Matching her anticipation, I smiled kindly and held out my hand.
“Here, you must be starving. Eat up.”
What I offered was canned tuna.
“Huh? Y-yeah? Um, th-that…!”
She glanced between me and the grill in panic.
Too proud to beg outright after glaring at me.
“Mmm~ Honey grills so well.”
“Tasty?”
“Yeah!”
While she hesitated, Yoo Ha-yeon wrapped fresh lettuce with meat and rice, eating happily.
“Honey, ahh~.”
“Nom nom.”
She fed me a perfectly made wrap too, and we enjoyed the meat.
Her, starving.
Just one can on her hand.
Two people feasting before her eyes.
The scene, her hunger, and months of deprivation wore down her fragile pride.
“……Please.”
“Nom nom… What?”
Finally, head bowed, shoulders shaking, she forced the words out.
“G-give me… just a little? P-please?”
‘Falls so damn easily.’
Savoring the meat in my mouth, I couldn’t help laughing at how quick she folded—not even minutes.
I figured she’d hold out at least a day.
“Cl-cleaning, cooking, laundry—wh-whatever chores! P-please, just a little for me?”
“Why? I already gave you food.”
I pointed at the can with my finger.
“That’s valuable too.”
“B-but…!”
Obviously unsatisfying, she teared up at me.
I shook my head, meeting her eyes.
“Sorry, but this meat’s really precious.”
Zombie apocalypse like this.
No power means no fridges—fresh meat’s a fantasy.
My words rang true.
“This is only for sharing with my girl.”
“Honey, geez….”
I pulled Yoo Ha-yeon’s shoulder close; she blushed and pouted.
Oh Na-yeon shut her mouth and bowed her head.
She knew fresh pork belly wasn’t common either.
“Or well, not that there’s no way.”
“W-what is it?”
I dangled it like generosity, and her eyes sparkled as she asked.
Leaning in, I whispered in her ear.
“Jerk me off with your hand, and I’ll share.”
“Ugh…! Y-you’re ultimately…!”
Hearing me, she shoved me away, blushing and glaring again.
“Ultimately what? Why else would I share precious food with you?”
I said it boldly, unfazed by her glare.
“Forgot? How much food I traded just to bring you here. That can in your hand’s already a bonus.”
She couldn’t retort.
Exactly as I said—way too much for one woman.
Plus she rejected me.
Yet here she was shamelessly begging for meat.
“……Ugh.”
All she could do was tear up and glare.
‘This should do it.’
Judging her ready, I smiled kindly again.
“And think about it. …Did I say spread your legs? Just a handjob.”
“……Huh?”
My whisper made her eyes waver.
“We already did plenty of touching in the car. What’s grabbing my dick?”
Sizzle….
Gulp.
Yoo Ha-yeon added more pork belly; Oh Na-yeon clamped her mouth shut.
Like holding back drool.
The more she did, the more her eyes shook.
“Precious pork belly for just a few hand strokes. …Refusing makes you the fool, right?”
She clenched her fists.
Hesitating, unable to decide—like something snagged her.
Knowing her hang-up, I added.
“Even your boyfriend wouldn’t resent you for filling your belly over something like that. He’d understand.”
Her eyes stopped shaking.
Resolved, she looked at me.
>
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>
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“Ah…. Yeah. Shake harder.”
“…….”
“Ch, I could treat you nice too, honey.”
I sat in the chair, head back on Yoo Ha-yeon’s breasts, as Oh Na-yeon started handjobbing me.
“……Hngh, …hic.”
Her small hand gripped my dick; face red, tears flowing as she sniffled.
“Sorry…. Sorry, Ji-ho….”
Muttering her boyfriend’s name, drowning in guilt.
‘Too early for apologies.’
I straightened my hips, pushing my dick into her shaking hand.
Then slipped a hand out to knead her breast.
“Kyaa! Wh-what’re you doing?!”
“What? Helping, ‘cause this way I might not cum.”
“Th-the deal was hands only!”
“Who said? Just kneading your tits a bit. Don’t want meat?”
“……Hngh.”
Grimacing unfairly, she resumed stroking my dick.
“Ungh, …hngh.”
As I fondled her breast too, shallow moans leaked out.
‘Nipples already hard.’
“Eek!”
I slipped my hand under her top, into her bra, kneading bare skin.
Teasing her stiff nipple with thumb and index.
“Hahng! W-wait! Stop…!”
“Faster. I cum, you eat. Want cold meat?”
Pat pat pat pat.
My words and nipple pinch spurred her to stroke faster.
Definitely more pressure now—feels better.
‘And those glaring eyes….’
Different thrill from Yoo Ha-yeon’s loving gaze.
“Grr, cumming!”
Stimulation built; ejaculation surged as I gripped her nipple.
Spurt, spurt.
“Haaahng!”
Her nipple assaulted, she moaned too.
“Th-then… we’re done?”
Wiping her hand roughly, she eyed me tearfully.
Meaning: I made you cum fast—now the meat as promised.
“Mm, smack, slurp.”
I had Yoo Ha-yeon clean my cum-stained dick with her mouth, then offered the promised meat.
Picked up one piece with chopsticks.
“Here, eat.”
“……Huh?”
Her face filled with bewilderment.
“What, thought you’d get all the meat for one handjob?”
“N-no! The deal was different! Handjob for meat…!”
“And I’m giving it now. Not eating?”
Despair mixed injustice and futility on her face.
Hard to believe she’d debase herself for one tiny piece.
“Don’t want it? Fine.”
“W-wait…!”
But after going that far, skipping even this would be total waste.
Trembling, she opened her mouth and took the meat.
“……Ahm.”
Her expression brightened instantly.
‘Unbelievable, right?’
I must’ve looked the same my first grilled meat after awakening recycling.
After months of meager cans, that one piece would feel extraordinary.
Down her throat into her belly.
She eyed the grill hungrily again.
“Alright, next up?”
“…….”
My abrupt words puzzled her.
I raised my now-clean dick from Yoo Ha-yeon’s mouth and smiled.
“Blowjob this time, and I’ll give generously.”
“…….”
Her eyes wavered again.
Starving belly.
Unsatisfied portions.
But she’d tasted the meat.
‘Plus, hands already done.’
Salesman technique: “Foot-in-the-door.”
Start small, escalate to the goal.
‘Wonder how long.’
From handjob to spreading legs.
Begging me to fuck her.
I smiled in anticipation at her trembling eyes.
‘I’ll savor your girlfriend’s virginity. Ji-ho.’
Thinking of him now, starving at the barracks, missing his girl.