Day 1 of the Zombie Outbreak (Revised)

After taking Na-young to the bathroom, I barely had time to finish my meal before I had to drag A-ram there too. Watching those H-cup tits jiggle right in front of my eyes was a satisfying sight, but... what a pain in the ass. No matter how I thought about it, it was just annoying. All I wanted was to watch, maybe borrow them a bit... but now I had meals to handle, bathroom breaks, and pretty soon I'd have to wash them too. Na-young had taken three creampies yesterday and been left like that.

I hadn't expected it to be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this much of a hassle...! At this rate, I'd spend my life just taking care of these two bitches and die. I needed some drastic measures.

"This should do it, right?"

What I'd made. It sounded fancy, but it was just a long leash. I measured it from the bathroom tub to their respective rooms. With this, they could handle basic necessities like bathroom trips and meals on their own. Granting this much freedom after just one day of captivity felt a bit risky, but fuck the hassle! It was a super convenience-driven idea, but that's who I am. The world's ending anyway—might as well live however the fuck I want.

The two women's reactions to their new long leashes were worlds apart.

Na-young seemed to realize that acting cute would get her better treatment, so she started looking at me with a brighter expression. In reality, it was just laziness on my part. But if the receiver interprets it that way, no harm done. That's what makes a gift—the recipient's feelings matter most. She still seemed mostly afraid of me, but she was trying to hide it and force a smile.

"W-Woof!!!"

Even her barking got cuter, higher-pitched. Being cute is the ultimate scam— even a half-assed "woof woof" looks like aegyo.

A-ram, despite the generous long leash gift, still wouldn't leave her room. I'd told her the 50 million won was for her mom's surgery fees. She probably thought her mom died because I didn't wire the money. Whether she got the surgery or not, the odds of A-ram's parents still being alive were slim to none, and I had no interest in comforting her in that situation. For me, popping cherries was enough.

Tonight, I'd head to A-ram's room.

The last member of our household, So-hyun, looked bored out of her mind with too much time on her hands. I recommended some games, but she didn't seem into them, so when I asked her to whip up a nice dinner, she perked right up. Now ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she was holed up in the food storage, rummaging through ingredients.

And me... time to prepare for survival.

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I tried to play it cool, but the fact that all firearms were broken hit pretty hard. Honestly, it was fucking incomprehensible. Guns not working? Was some divine being intervening? Like the revelation dream I took as a warning...

I'd seen a future where I died, but I'd been half-doubting if the world would really end. Even if only 10% of humanity survived, the world wouldn't be over. But without guns, how low would that percentage drop? Humanity might regress centuries, swinging cold weapons like swords, spears, and bows. Could we survive with primitive shit like that?

I'd heard my usual gallery was still alive. Had to check it out. It was a place buzzing with wild theories—might glean something useful.

The Zombie Gallery was exploding amid this unprecedented apocalypse. Endless aggro posts. Screams for help. Info threads. Even bait posts bragging about food stockpiles at home... I figured I'd skim the concept posts, so I clicked one and spotted a familiar title right away.

...Holy shit, my post was a holy thread. I'd written it a month before the zombie outbreak, predicting the world's end. Surprising? Kinda.

As expected for a holy post, riding the link led to my thread, flooded with wish-list comments.

And so on—end-of-world vibes mixed with classic gallery shit. Still, day one, so people stayed optimistic. Joking about pussy, wishes full of hope. Faith that families were alive. Faith in returning to normal life.

Back to the gallery, scanning the post list. Mostly lightweight live updates.

Amid those, one post buried in upvote/downvote nukes stood out.

Now I got why it got nuked both ways. Sounded right, but you wanted it wrong. Solid zombie info, objective take on the situation. Damn objective for a gallery... Attracted to light, huh? Made my tall concrete walls feel even sturdier. Guns busted, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I was loaded on bows and arrows. Everything breaking my way.

Rest were mostly meaningless crap. Fewer military posts than expected. Day one effect?

Irresistible title pulled my finger in. Something I'd idly pondered while posting. Ramen for pussy...! One pack per hole!!! Peak cost-performance.

What I saw: a furry, hirsute man's chest.

...Wolfman. "If you don't wanna get got, upvote~~"

Cheerful. Weirdly fucking cheerful. Situations were grim as hell. Unless zombies dropped dead suddenly, normal life was impossible. They knew, so the gallows humor? Last jokes before death. Hoping tomorrow's like today... Touching struggle.

Unlike most, my setup was golden. My bows were top-tier now. Even the military headache gone.

"Looking good?"

Felt like throwing a party. So tonight? Yas. H-cup virgin beauty for a titty-fuck frenzy party!!! Titty Fuck Party!!! TITTY FUCK PARTY!!! TITTY FUCK PARTY!!!