Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Reunion with Da-hee
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“Well, so that’s how you survived.”
“Yeah… You’ve been through a lot.”
After our joyful reunion, I unbound Ryu Da-hee and explained everything that had happened since we last saw each other.
Of course, I kept quiet about getting bitten by the necromancer zombie and gaining special powers.
I told her why I’d been dragged off with the scouting party and what dangers we’d faced.
And how I was now living in the department store, protecting companions like Yoo Ha-yeon.
“But why bring a girl back to the dorm?”
Ryu Da-hee voiced her question midway through my story.
The guy who’d been handing over food in exchange for women all this time was none other than me.
And this time, the one being sold was her, so naturally she was curious.
Of course, I hadn’t told Ryu Da-hee yet about sleeping with Yoo Ha-yeon or training Oh Na-yeon.
“It’s something necessary for the future.”
“To get revenge on those soldier bastards?”
“Mm… Yeah, pretty much.”
If I had to be precise, it was everyone except Ryu Da-hee and Han Mo-ah.
“I figured as much…”
At the mention of revenge, Ryu Da-hee stopped asking questions.
She knew better than anyone.
How I’d been treated by those guys after saving her friend.
And how, in the end, even the other civilians had turned their backs on me, leaving me to cut off my own tail alone.
So Ryu Da-hee silently stared out the window for a while.
The car was on the move right now.
I was driving, safely escorting her back to the department store.
“Alright, then I’ll help too.”
“…What?”
“There’s a plan, right? That’s why you handed over food to buy a woman.”
I’d kept quiet about deflowering her, and it had led to this misunderstanding.
Did she really not imagine that I’d actually have sex after buying them?
Well, thinking back to how I was at the dorm, it’d be hard to picture.
Back then, I was a total nerd with zero experience with girls.
Still, that worked in my favor.
Her not seeing me as a dangerous guy was something I welcomed.
So for now, I’d keep my abilities and sex life secret.
No matter how things played out, I ultimately needed to sleep with Ryu Da-hee.
Sure, with my current powers, I could force myself on her anytime.
But raping her would cost me too much.
Unlike Oh Na-yeon, Ryu Da-hee had been one of the few who’d been kind to me even at the dorm.
I needed to keep her on my side with a friendly relationship going forward.
My plan was to win positive reactions from her and take her that way.
“So? What do I need to do? You’ve got that Oh Na-yeon girl doing something too, right?”
I had told her to check for pregnancies properly.
“I’ll explain later. You must be tired. Rest up today, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”
“…I’m fine, really.”
“I’m not. You were tied up earlier—must’ve been scary as hell.”
“…You’ve always been too nosy.”
Ryu Da-hee smiled faintly as she said it.
Her way of calling me kind, probably.
Sure enough, she’d been trembling just before, but now she accepted my words and didn’t press about the plan anymore.
Nosy, huh.
If she knew what I’d been up to lately, she’d never say that.
‘Still, good image is a plus.’
First impressions are crucial—extremely so.
Take someone who comes off like a thug; shaking that image is tough.
Ryu Da-hee was a prime example.
Back in college, she was known for her pretty face but sharp eyes and standoffish vibe.
Plus, her personality—she wouldn’t tolerate anything she saw as unfair—so she didn’t have many close friends.
Even I only started talking to her after the zombie outbreak, when I saved Han Mo-ah.
But that sharp image lingered with her still.
So having her see me as a kind guy was a great sign.
People naturally let their guards down around kind folks.
“Wait here a sec. I’ll go inside and talk to the group first.”
“That Yoo Ha-yeon from earlier? Got it.”
Maybe because we’d had a relaxed drive after so long, Ryu Da-hee’s expression had softened a lot.
At the dorm, she’d always seemed on edge from mental fatigue and food shortages.
Plus, cooped up in that building for months—it must’ve been suffocating.
“Ah, Uncle! You’re back? …Huh? Where’s the person you went to pick up?”
“I’ll bring her right in. But first, we need to talk.”
I immediately warned Yoo Ha-yeon about what to keep secret.
She already knew I wasn’t affected by zombies.
And that her enhanced physical abilities came from me.
Above all, I emphasized the sex part.
“S-So… no doing it tonight…?”
“Yeah, we’ll hold off and see how things go once stuff’s sorted.”
Yoo Ha-yeon looked disappointed at my words.
She’d been looking forward to it, apparently.
Well, whenever Oh Na-yeon was around, most of my creampies went to her.
So today, with her gone, Ha-yeon must’ve been excited to take my load again.
I stroked her head and said,
“Once it’s done, I’ll pound you till you pass out, so don’t pout.”
“Okay…. Ngh.”
Imagining it, Yoo Ha-yeon clamped her thighs together, her face flushing.
“W-What do we do? She’ll figure it out right away…!”
What do you mean, what—we’ll just say you’re a pervert.
“Hello…. I’m Ryu Da-hee.”
“Oh, hi! I’m Yoo Ha-yeon.”
After securing Yoo Ha-yeon’s silence, I brought Ryu Da-hee up to the third floor of the department store.
Unlike with Oh Na-yeon, things were calmer, so Yoo Ha-yeon and Ryu Da-hee exchanged greetings smoothly.
Ryu Da-hee stared at Yoo Ha-yeon in surprise, then glanced at me.
“What?”
“Nothing… Just, she’s really pretty.”
Ryu Da-hee looked at me with what seemed like dissatisfaction.
Her naturally sharp eyes made her frown look like a glare.
‘Hmm… Could it be…?’
No, don’t jump to conclusions. Rash judgments could ruin everything.
I needed to bed her tonight in a good mood, ideally.
Otherwise, I’d have to resort to semi-coercion.
“Alright, since Da-hee’s new here, how about a welcome party?”
“Woo! Party!”
“Party…?”
Yoo Ha-yeon beamed at the familiar idea.
Ryu Da-hee tilted her head, like, a party in a zombie apocalypse?
“W-What is all this…?”
Her eyes went wide at the ingredients I’d hauled up from B1.
Not that impressive in normal times.
But in the zombie apocalypse? Unimaginable.
Fresh meat, veggies, spices.
And a ton of booze laid out before her.
“I’ll get cooking right away.”
“I-I’ll help too.”
“No need. You’re the guest today—sit with Uncle and wait.”
Ryu Da-hee stared in disbelief at Yoo Ha-yeon cooking.
But the savory aromas soon convinced her it wasn’t a dream.
“How on earth did you get all this?”
She asked, eyes trembling as she looked at me.
“There are ways.”
Of course, no details. And even if I told her, she wouldn’t believe it.
But her gaze toward me shifted a bit.
A flicker of respect in her surprised eyes.
‘Well, yeah—from the guy she saw as a slave, this must shock her.’
When do people feel attracted to someone?
Endless reasons if you list them.
But one clear moment when curiosity sparks for someone you ignored: seeing a completely different side.
Like a slob suddenly showing up sharp.
Or the class sleeper turning out to be a soccer prodigy.
Or a thug being super gentle with kids.
A total image flip piques interest.
Especially if it’s the opposite sex—they suddenly register as a romantic option.
Effect doesn’t last forever, though.
Key is sparking positive attention.
“Anyway, relax while you’re here. Think of it as a vacation.”
“…Okay.”
Ryu Da-hee nodded awkwardly.
Of course, all that was just theory.
No clue how much it affected her.
But she seemed a tad more tense around me than in the car—not bad.
“How is it? Good?”
“Yeah, it’s amazing. Your cooking’s improving every day.”
“Hehe….”
Yoo Ha-yeon’s spread: main of spicy stir-fried chicken, plus sides.
Mostly booze-friendly snacks.
“Wow….”
Ryu Da-hee took a bite like she was seeing a mirage, eyes widening as she looked at me.
“It’s… so good….”
Her eyes moistened, the warmth of real food hitting her after so long.
She didn’t cry, true to form.
But clearly moved, she smiled bittersweetly as she savored it.
I poured booze into the glass in front of her.
“Forget zombies tonight. Eat, drink, relax. Need more, just say.”
“Is this really okay? Eating like this?”
“You gonna skip it? If not, fine.”
“What? Of course I’m eating!”
Ryu Da-hee playfully snatched the glass I pretended to take back.
Then downed it straight.
“Kuh! Alcohol and hot food after forever! I thought I’d never have this again.”
“With Uncle, you can eat like this every day, sis. Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
Booze flowed, good food fueled fun times.
“Uncle’s amazing. Sharing food with me even when it’s risky for you.”
“…Yeah?”
“Yeah, and you broke through zombies to bring me here. I can’t thank you enough.”
“…Hmph.”
Talk stayed mostly between the girls.
I kept quiet to avoid killing the vibe.
Sure, I should chime in to build favor.
But luckily, Yoo Ha-yeon handled it, naturally boosting my image.
“You’re more manly than I thought.”
Listening to Yoo Ha-yeon, Ryu Da-hee playfully punched my shoulder.
Booze loosened the slight distance between us.
“Or did you help ‘cause she’s pretty?”
“What’re you saying? Back then, door barely open, I didn’t even know she was a girl.”
“Ugh, s-sorry…. I wasn’t thinking then….”
“Hmm…. Anyway, she’s pretty, right? I was shocked at first sight. You weren’t?”
I’d been stunned inside, sure.
“Well… dunno.”
I brushed it off and quietly sipped my drink.
“What, drinking alone like a loner? Cheers!”
Ryu Da-hee bumped my shoulder friendly-like, clinking her glass to mine.
‘She drinks well.’
No hesitation, she enjoyed the moment.
Cheeks faintly red, buzz making her glow.
‘Who’d turn this down?’
Months of zombie stress and hunger.
Finally safe, with delicious food.
Impossible to refuse.
And with each glass she downed, my chances rose.
“Hehe, am I pretty?”
“What, you know you are. First time I saw you, thought you were an idol.”
“You’re super pretty too, sis, and great figure.”
I watched Ryu Da-hee chat happily with Yoo Ha-yeon, tilting her glass.
Her clothes had loosened—windbreaker half-off her shoulders, exposing sexy collarbone and lines.
‘Fucking hot.’
Plan working—her buzz building steadily.
‘Won’t be long.’
Best time for a guy to hook up with a girl?
Right after drinks, obviously.
Booze numbs reason, amps instincts.
That’s why guys push drinks on dates.
Zombie world changes nothing.
“Ah…. I think I drank too much…. Sorry, can I head to bed first?”
“Yeah? Weak tolerance, huh. Go rest—we’ll clean up.”
“Thanks….”
As planned, Yoo Ha-yeon bailed at the tipsy peak.
“How ‘bout you? Ready to call it?”
With Yoo Ha-yeon off to her distant bed, I probed Ryu Da-hee.
Plenty of food and booze left.
After months, this timing felt premature to her.
“What, you buzzed too? C’mon, just us now—let’s keep going.”
She’d hate to stop here.
I grinned at her reply.
“Fine, I’ll hang till we pass out.”
“Hey, you said it—no backing out.”
She laughed playfully, clinking glasses to my toast.
Buzzed and happy, we chatted and sipped steadily.
“But hey…. You into Ha-yeon?”
Suddenly, Ryu Da-hee tossed that question.
Smiling like a joke, but her eyes observed me.
‘She really cared?’
I recalled her reaction seeing Yoo Ha-yeon first time.
I’d dismissed it as overthinking then.
“What’s that outta nowhere?”
“C’mon…. She’s that pretty. Be real—as a guy, no interest?”
“Dunno, it was too dangerous back then.”
“Hmm~.”
Ryu Da-hee sipped slowly from her glass, going quiet.
Brief silence.
“Then….”
She glanced naturally, continuing.
“Who catches your interest?”
Odd question.
Romance talk’s fun booze fodder, sure.
But alone like this.
Good vibe, so I joked with a grin.
“Big tits.”
Ryu Da-hee’s eyes widened, then she burst laughing, smacking my shoulder.
“You idiot! Not that—personality or whatever!”
“You’re clueless. Big tits means good personality. Totally logical, right?”
“That’s superstition! How do you judge personality by boobs?”
Her great reaction—I smiled at her.
“Why, you’ve got a good personality.”
She froze at my words.
Then, axe-eyed grin, teasing.
“You thought that staring at my chest? Pervert.”
No offense taken—playful comeback.
‘Response is solid.’
Even buzzed, sex jokes usually get pushback.
But from not-that-close Ryu Da-hee? Promising.
“Back in the car….”
“Hm?”
“You cried seeing me alive. Why?”
I dropped the playfulness, tone turning serious.
Ryu Da-hee flushed, averting eyes.
“Thought you were dead—can cry, y’know.”
“Did you cry when you heard I died?”
“Don’t think I’m that heartless. Rude.”
Her drunk side showed—less guarded emotions than usual.
Propped chin, pouting as she sipped slowly.
Seeing that, I gently placed my hand over hers.
“…….”
Startled, she trembled, eyes on me.
But didn’t pull away.
“Right before I almost died, I thought of you.”
“…….”
Total lie.
But oblivious Ryu Da-hee blushed, tense, meeting my gaze.
Moments later.
We breathed raggedly, tongues entwining.