Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Revenge and Footplay Feast
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Grrr.
No humans remained in front of the back door.
The only addition was a few more zombies bearing irezumi tattoos.
That one who fought for a good while seemed to have a skill.
But even he couldn't handle the endless zombie horde.
Still, he managed to take a few down with him.
"What skill was it?"
He moved faster than the others.
At least, it didn't seem like any skill I had.
Once the zombies finally quieted down, I slowly opened the back door.
I took out only the tattooed zombies nearby—the ones that used to be human—and closed the door again.
It wasn't difficult. Just the usual: swing the sword at their necks.
"...Come on out."
I waited for the message window that was sure to appear.
I was curious.
Would a zombie that used to be human be any different?
What happened to the skill when its owner turned into a zombie?
[Killed Variant Zombie.]
[Acquired the skill the zombie possessed.]
[Acquired the points the zombie possessed.]
[Acquired 54 points.]
My curiosity was satisfied.
Unlike the regular ones, the guy with a skill had turned into a variant zombie after being bitten. Killing him let me acquire that skill.
Even his points came with it.
The skill he'd had was now mine too.
[Acquired Swiftness skill.]
Swiftness was a skill that boosted movement speed.
It looked pretty useful.
"I ended up with Dexterity, though..."
I'd spent the exact same 100 points and got Dexterity. Was my luck just bad?
Maybe I should grab a skill that raises Luck next time.
I gave the zombies that had become my points one last look before the back door.
Revenge was complete, but it didn't feel good.
Since I was already here, I casually checked out how they'd been using the building.
To put it simply, it was a total wreck.
Half-eaten food and booze were scattered everywhere, and the floor was littered with cigarette butts from the convenience store packs we hadn't taken.
It was astonishing how they'd trashed the place so thoroughly in such a short time.
"..."
There wasn't much left.
Did they not think about the future at all? They hadn't stored or stockpiled anything.
The only thing worth grabbing was some flashy accessory with a familiar-looking pattern.
"Is this expensive?"
It was a necklace embedded with a white gem—like a diamond necklace.
I had no idea if it was real.
I'd once seen a YouTube video explaining how to tell fake diamonds from real ones, but I couldn't remember it.
Back then, I'd figured I'd never have a reason to buy diamonds in my life, so I'd skimmed it.
Who knew a day like this would come?
For now, I tossed it into my inventory.
It was a more valuable haul than the revenge.
The moment I got home, all three of them welcomed me.
"Oppa!"
"...You're back?"
"Hyung. You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm home."
I answered them all at once as I stepped inside.
This was different from all the quests so far.
I wasn't alone.
Having someone waiting at home didn't feel bad at all.
The gloom that had built up during my revenge seemed to wash away without me even realizing it.
The three of them were bustling around in the kitchen.
Wondering what they were up to, I headed there and caught a mouthwatering aroma.
The smell seemed to be wafting from inside the microwave.
"What's this?"
"We warmed up some convenience store instant food."
Convenience store instant food, huh.
It tasted good, but it was pricey compared to the value, so I rarely bought it.
I'd figured I'd never spend my own money on it anyway—and sure enough, I hadn't.
I washed up first, changed into light clothes, and came out.
A tank top and shorts—super casual—but we were at the point where we could dress like that around each other.
Our time together had been short, but the intensity made up for it.
We'd shared life-and-death moments, after all.
All three were already seated at the table.
It hit me again: this was a bizarre sight.
Two guys and two girls living together in one house.
Impossible in the old world.
A chuckle escaped me as I took the empty seat.
The arrangement had changed from last time.
Kang Min-hyuk was beside me, So-yoon directly across, and Su-a next to her.
The table was laden with a decent spread of convenience store instant dishes.
We didn't need to skimp on food right now, so a little extravagance like this was fine.
They'd prepared it to celebrate my safe return, so I happily accepted.
All three watched me patiently, holding back their hunger until I picked up my chopsticks first.
"You guys can start eating."
"Ahaha..."
I grabbed some sweet-and-spicy chicken from the dish in front of me with my chopsticks.
It wasn't the crispy texture I'd imagined, but this sticky, chewy version was tasty in its own way.
"Oppa, scoot your chair closer. I can't reach the jokbal from here."
So-yoon pointed at the braised pig's feet in front of her.
"Yeah?"
I pulled my chair forward without a second thought.
Then, as I slowly sat down, something soft and warm pressed against my lap over my pants.
"..."
I looked at So-yoon with trembling eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed.
And a smile unlike her usual one played on her lips.
Not her normal pure, bubbly grin.
It was a seductive smile that made my heart race.
Did her fetish change her this much?
I must have awakened a whole new side of So-yoon by stimulating her fetish.
"Oppa, why aren't you eating?"
"...I-I should."
As I picked up my chopsticks, So-yoon's foot got busy under the table.
At first, she just rested it on my pants, occasionally rubbing up and down slowly.
But she quickly got the hang of it.
One moment she'd stroke the shaft between her toes; the next, she'd clamp both feet around it like milking and squeeze rhythmically.
"...Hoo..."
I'd planned to play it cool, but I didn't even need to fake it.
First time with feet, and it was way more intense than I'd expected.
Not as precise as hands, but that raw, irregular friction drew my focus right to the sensation.
Getting a secret footjob right under the table during dinner?
Impossible not to get excited.
Even someone as oblivious as Su-a would notice this vibe.
And while we were doing something so lewd below...
Up top, whenever our eyes met, she'd smile innocently like nothing was wrong.
That contrast made it even hotter.
At this point, I had to wonder if this novel's original was straight-up erotica.
Heroines with hypersensitive bodies or absurdly fast lewd skill growth? Straight out of an adult story.
"Oppa, your face is a little red."
"Hup... ah... i-it's hot after the shower..."
"Yeah?"
Su-a stared at me, perhaps picking up on So-yoon's question.
Wonder what my face looked like right now.
Pretty flushed, probably.
"Hoo..."
I took deep breaths to steady myself.
But the harder I tried to stay calm, the more relentlessly So-yoon attacked.
She started circling her sole slowly around the head.
I got it now—why foot fetishes were so common.
It felt downright unfair.
So-yoon had a real talent for teasing men—NTL or otherwise.
I couldn't fathom why she'd never stolen Min-hyuk away.
Had I naively shown innocent So-yoon too much and awakened the monster inside her that should have stayed asleep?
As the urge built and my cock throbbed, So-yoon subtly flashed her chopsticks in front of me.
Then, with deliberate slowness, she dropped them right under Su-a's feet.
Clink.
"Oops, sorry, Su-a. Can you grab my chopsticks for me?"
"Sure."
Without a hint of suspicion, Su-a bent down and crawled under the table to fetch them.
And So-yoon's footwork grew even more intense.
One foot kept stimulating the shaft while the other grabbed my shorts with her toes and tugged them down bit by bit.
The loose fabric slid off easily, and with impressive dexterity, she hooked her toes into my panties next, fully exposing my cock to the world.
Su-a... didn't come back up.
Was she watching?
Might've been my imagination, but I swore I felt a hot breath on my cock.
And So-yoon's warm feet beyond it.
It was incomparable to feeling it through my pants.
The same strokes were almost too much to endure now.
"Oppa..."
So-yoon called me in a low, husky voice.
She leaned forward, trying to meet my eyes—like she wanted to see my face.
To conquer her fetish, I met her gaze.
Ironic.
To conquer, I had to be conquered first.
So-yoon's expression felt totally different now.
Her cute, little-sister face brimmed with desire and dark intent.
That gap drove me wild, and I came on her feet.
"Ugh..."
"...Haa..."
"...Why are you two acting weird?"
"...It's nothing, right, Oppa?"
"Yeah."
Sage time let me answer calmly.