Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: I'll Do Anything
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It was something I hadn't even considered.
Of course, her voice was so soft and feminine that it might have planted the idea.
Before the zombie outbreak, while watching solo Vtubers and such streams and popping those "red pills," I'd felt that disconnect once before.
Ah, you really can't judge a woman by her voice.
That was why I hadn't expected anything at all.
"Hic, Mister... I'm so sorry. Please don't go... I've really reflected on it..."
She looked gaunt from not eating properly, but her skin was fair, and her features were delicately pretty and cute.
And above all...
—Squish.
Her size was quite impressive.
Right now, she was clinging to my waist, so I couldn't measure her body precisely, but it was definitely not small.
Oh dear, I might end up ruining her if I'm not careful.
"Ah, aaah...! I'm sorry! I ended up in the hallway again without thinking...! Uh, come in, quick!"
Yoo Ha-yeon, who had been sobbing and hanging on me, seemed to remember something when I stood there silently. She hurriedly pulled me into the room.
She must have recalled what I'd said before.
'Hmm, she's been tamed pretty nicely.'
She was inviting me into her own room without me even asking.
I'd figured it would take a few demands even after getting the door open.
Looks like she had plenty of time to reflect while I was gone.
Well, of course she'd be pounding the floor in regret.
That had been the point, after all.
'Oh, so this is a college girl's room...'
The room was fairly simple.
It had an overall white tone, dotted with cute little knick-knacks a girl might like.
Ever since the zombie outbreak, she'd apparently just hidden away, so it wasn't too messy.
Just a pile of trash in one corner.
'Anyway, now comes the important part.'
I stopped looking around the room and sat down in a suitable spot.
Yoo Ha-yeon, looking anxious, carefully sat down in front of me.
"Um, Mister... N-no... Should I call you oppa?"
She seemed to be correcting her term of address after seeing my face—realizing I looked younger than she'd thought, just like how I'd been surprised by her.
"No, just call me like before. Whatever feels comfortable."
Of course, we were only about four years apart.
But for some reason, hearing such a pretty girl call me "Mister" gave me this twisted sense of depravity.
Even though I hadn't done anything yet.
"Um... Was it hard getting here?"
When I brushed off the title change, she offered a casual greeting, like checking on my well-being.
She must have realized during my absence how inconsiderate she'd been and was trying to do better now.
Maybe she wanted to show she'd changed.
Like, "I respect you now, so please don't abandon me."
'Her attitude toward me has definitely shifted from last time.'
But I wasn't satisfied just because she'd let me into her room.
It still wasn't enough.
What I needed wasn't a companion who wanted me—but a slave who obeyed me.
"Ah...! M-Mister...! That wound on your shoulder...!"
When I didn't reply, Yoo Ha-yeon, who had been watching me intently, pointed at my shoulder with her finger.
'Ah, this...'
My shoulder was wrapped in bandages right now.
It was the wound from being bitten by that robed zombie at the department store.
Being immune didn't mean the injury had healed, so I'd done some basic first aid.
And blood from the wound had seeped through the bandages.
'Perfect timing.'
I'd found just the right leverage.
"The truth is... I ran into some danger while scavenging for food. Ah, but don't worry—it wasn't a zombie bite."
"Th-that..."
At my response, Yoo Ha-yeon's face went pale, her expression shocked.
"Ah... Hic, s-sorry. I had no idea..."
She bowed her head, tears welling in her eyes.
She'd probably been about to say, "I had no idea and just took the food so casually."
Yoo Ha-yeon looked at me cautiously, her face like that of a criminal.
Her pupils were trembling.
By now, guilt toward me must have taken deep root in her heart.
She probably thought she owed me a huge debt.
'Good timing.'
Humans are social creatures who've evolved to live in groups.
When they feel they owe someone, they try to pay it back.
Of course, there are the occasional psychopaths.
But Yoo Ha-yeon was timid and desperate not to lose me, so she'd want to repay that debt.
'Time to get started.'
I began pulling food out of the bag I'd brought.
"Mister... This is..."
Yoo Ha-yeon eyed the food anxiously.
"The truth is, I came by because I was worried about you on my way to that base I mentioned."
"You're... going to that base?"
"Yeah, like I said—I don't have a place to stay."
At my words, her pupils shook violently, and her shoulders trembled.
I was going to the base.
Meaning I was leaving this place for good.
From her perspective, what she'd thought was her salvation had become her last chance.
So she grabbed my hand desperately.
"M-Mister...! Don't do that—why not stay here?"
"...Here?"
Hm, I'd expected her to beg me to take her along.
Well, someone too scared of zombies to leave even while starving wouldn't easily suggest leaving.
"You must be struggling alone too...! Right? Let's team up—I'll take care of your wound, handle all the chores...!"
She forced a smile onto her anxious face.
That beautiful smile must have worked wonders for her all her life.
She instinctively knew it and smiled prettily to make refusal impossible.
Of course, any normal survivor would accept her offer right now.
Or at least suggest going together.
But that wasn't my goal.
So I decided to brush her off once.
"...Sorry, Ha-yeon."
"...Wh-what?"
I pried her hand off mine.
Then I turned my head away, avoiding her eyes, and explained the excuse I'd prepared.
"The truth is... I was betrayed by my old group and nearly died."
Of course, it was a plausible story mixed with real details I'd experienced.
"So I'm trying to survive alone as much as possible."
I glanced at her face—she looked utterly despairing at my unexpected attitude.
"N-no...! Mister, I would never betray you! I swear! Hic, p-please believe me...!"
At my firm stance, she couldn't even smile anymore. Sobbing, she clutched at my collar.
She must have realized that losing me here meant death.
Her desperation was plain—she didn't want to die.
"I-I'll do anything you tell me...! Really, anything you say! Hic, I'll do everything... Sob, please don't abandon me...!"
Now she was bowing her head fully, tears splashing onto the floor.
'Hoo, she said "anything."'
That was the response I wanted.
Of course, she might just be saying it in the heat of the moment to survive.
She could back out once her belly was full and back warm.
But that depended on how I trained her later.
For now, this was enough.
Still, I needed to break her once more.
"I'm sorry..."
I feigned a truly apologetic tone as I shook off her hand again.
Her tear-streaked face looked at me blankly, in despair.
Had she seen her future in my unyielding refusal?
Trembling, she grabbed my collar again.
"Mister... Wh-why? I-I really can do anything... Hic, anything you tell me to do...! Why won't you?!"
Now she was raising her voice like she was protesting.
As if she couldn't comprehend why I wouldn't accept her begging.
'Good.'
She'd reached the state I wanted.
She'd offered to do anything, but it was refused.
Anything at all—but still rejected.
But what if?
If someone that stubborn showed even a tiny crack?
Then the other person would truly do "anything" to pry it open.
Since her life was on the line.
"The truth is..."
Sensing the perfect moment, I opened tentatively.
"It's not just worry about betrayal that keeps me from being with you, Ha-yeon."
"Yes...? Th-then what is it...?"
At the mention of another reason, she asked desperately.
I grabbed her shoulders, pushed her back slightly, and looked at her with a serious face.
"Having someone as pretty as you around... I might get bad thoughts."
"...Yes?"
For a moment, she stared blankly, as if not understanding.
Then she got it and her face flushed bright red.
"Th-th-that means..."
"Yeah, I'm a guy too, so it's embarrassing, but... I'm pretty backed up. In a situation like this, if it was just us two..."
I trailed off there.
I just clenched my eyes shut and turned my head aside, as if helpless.
"Th-that..."
I glanced at her—her face was flushed with panic.
And her gaze slowly drifted downward.
Probably toward my crotch.
Gulp.
I could see her throat move.
"Anyway, I might make a mistake like that, so it's better if you just take some food and we survive on our own..."
Of course, in this situation, it was utter nonsense.
Afraid of assaulting a woman in a zombie apocalypse so can't be together?
Anyone hearing it would scoff.
Who cares about that when lives are at stake? Just stick together and hold back.
But Yoo Ha-yeon wasn't in a position to nitpick right now.
This trivial reason was supposedly why we couldn't be together.
"...I'll do it."
"...Yes?"
Her small voice came suddenly.
And then.
—Grip.
Her hand clutched my sleeve.
"I... I c-can do it."
Her face flushed with shame, yet desperate.
Her eyes, laced with the fear of death, stared at me.
Seeing her react just as I'd planned.
I suppressed a laugh.
But a faint smile still crept onto my face.
"Ha-yeon. What do you mean you 'can do it'?"
It wasn't like she was an idiot who wouldn't know.
But it was important.
Hearing it from her own mouth—not mine—what she would do.
"...Se."
"Se? What's that?"
"...Sex."
She hesitated, reluctant to say it aloud from embarrassment, but then looked at me with resolve.
"You can... have sex with me. It's okay."
At her answer, I grinned.
But, hmm.
It's okay?
That didn't sit right.
She was to become my slave, and "it's okay" implied she was permitting it.
I had to nip that in the bud from the start.
Smiling, I shook my head.
"Sorry, Ha-yeon. You don't have to force yourself."
"N-no...!! It's not forcing! Really, it's fine! I can do it!"
As I pulled away, she pressed closer, clinging to me.
She grabbed my chest with fierce determination not to let go.
"Don't do this, Ha-yeon. I can't permit it just because you say you want to."
"I-I'm serious, hic, I really can...!"
Unable to bear the shame anymore, she started crying again.
I raised my hand, gently wiped her tears.
And softly stroked her hair.
"Can you say it properly then?"
"...Yes?"
Her tear-filled, trembling eyes looked at me.
Her embarrassment showed this was probably her first time with something like this.
Yet beneath the shame, she seemed excited at having to offer something so vulgar.
Her breathing had grown ragged.
"Not because I want it, but if you want it too, Ha-yeon."
And I smiled.
"Then I could consider it."
Realizing my intent, her shoulders shook as she bowed her head briefly.
Was she agonizing? Or thinking what to say?
But she didn't keep her head down long.
When she lifted it.
Her eyes gazed at me like she was entranced.
"Please... have sex with me."