Luxurious Dawn on the Third Day of the Apocalypse
It was day three since the zombies appeared, the third morning of the apocalypse. And that morning felt way too luxurious for the end of the world.
The soft pleasure emanating from my crotch naturally drew my eyes open. It felt like my dick had slipped into some warm bath. I lifted my head and looked down—Im Na-young was nestled between my legs.
"Oppa, you're awake?"
"Uh... yeah."
She pulled her mouth off for a moment to greet me. That fresh smile, impossible to believe had just been wrapped around my cock, brimmed with the crisp vibrancy of morning. Grinning brightly, she dove back in.
I was pretty sure I'd gone to sleep in my underwear last night, but it was gone now, and my dick was fully sheathed in Na-young's mouth. So that was the source of the warmth... Fitting for morning, my cock was already rock-hard, filling her mouth completely.
I'd always thought blowjobs weren't that intense, but apparently she'd been going easy to avoid waking me. The moment she realized I was awake, her mouth started bobbing up and down fast.
Slurp, slurp, slurp. Stretching her philtrum obscenely, she kept her eyes locked on mine the whole time. Her lips and cheeks clung tightly to my shaft. Sucking so hard it made those lewd, wet sounds. The mounting pleasure made my legs tremble.
Who knew how long she'd been warming me up? The second she ramped it up, I felt the orgasm surging.
My hand roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair. For maximum pleasure, I shook her head at just the right rhythm. Na-young went limp in the neck, surrendering her head to me completely.
To feel it down to the base, I pressed her head firmly into my crotch. My cock stabbed into her throat, sliding down her esophagus.
"Glurk...!"
"...Hold it."
A throat was a different beast from a pussy. A pussy squeezes the whole shaft, but the throat clamps down hard only on the tip as it probes deep. Meanwhile, her slimy tongue writhed everywhere else, and her lips gripped tight around the base. That soft texture overall, with intense pressure in just two spots. Novel, but just as good.
Right on the edge, I told her to hold it in a shaky voice. Na-young blinked her clear, beady eyes in response.
Then she thrust her own head forward, impaling herself deep on my cock.
"Glurk...!!!"
Savoring her beautiful face twisted in agony, I came deep in her throat. Spurt, spurt.
Maybe because I'd only fired once last night before sleeping? Or because she'd preheated me for so long? The load was massive. Na-young swallowed four thick blasts straight down her esophagus before finally pulling off my dick.
"Haa...♡ Did you sleep well, oppa?"
"Yeah. Thanks to you?"
"Hee~ Glad to hear it~"
Na-young snuggled naturally into my arms, burying her face in my chest and taking a long, deep breath.
"Hmmm~~ So good~~"
"What is?"
"Oppa smell."
Why was she so devoted? Simple survival? A comfier life? Avoiding the humiliation I dished out? Various thoughts flashed through my mind, but none held more weight than my first guess. Probably her family.
A-ram had said she'd rather her dad was dead, and her mom was already dying of lung cancer anyway—no family worries there. But Na-young was different. Her family was probably out beyond these walls. And to save them, she was playing cute with me like this. She had confidence in her body, after all. A zombie or two—or even a person—she could handle. She could probably rescue them if she tried.
But I had no intention of going. Too much hassle. And it didn't sound fun. I wondered what face she'd make if I shot down her hard work without mercy. That could be entertaining. Or maybe lie and say they were already dead after "going" to check? Fun either way.
As these dark thoughts swirled, Na-young traced circles on my chest with her finger, then suddenly perked up like she'd remembered something.
"Oh right...! What's your name, oppa??"
"Huh? My name? Kang Han-seong..."
"Ah~ Kang. Han. Seong. Sounds strong~"
She repeated each syllable deliberately, like committing it to memory.
"...You think?"
"Yup!!!"
Felt kinda weird. So-hyun had never even asked my name.
Maybe I should consider granting her request.
*
"I mean!!! The male lead is totally hot... Doesn't he make your heart flutter just looking at him?"
"...Dunno. I don't think he's that hot..."
"This sister...! Trash-talking my oppa is a declaration of war against me!"
Stepping out of the room, I ran into the two girls in the middle of a heated debate. The table was laden with what looked like a feast for breakfast, but instead of eating, they had it laid out like an offering while chattering away.
I walked over with heavy steps, and only then did So-hyun notice me awake, greeting me brightly.
"Oppa~! Sleep well?"
"Yeah~ You too, So-hyun?"
"Yup!!! Thanks to you!"
Full of energy first thing in the morning. Teenagers, huh?
"What's with the heated debate so early?"
"Ah... You heard? Hee... Kinda embarrassing... After you went to bed last night, unnie and I watched my fave drama together?"
"Yeah. And?"
"The male lead is super hot, but unnie says he's meh!! A-ram unnie's eyes must be broken!"
"A-ram only has eyes for me, right?"
"...Yes."
Her tone had softened a bit while talking to So-hyun, but it stiffened right back up with me. A-ram still seemed scared of me. The closer I got, the more rigid her body went. But when I stroked her head like she was pretty, her neck relaxed just a tad.
"See? She melts when I pet her~"
"...Y-Yeah? Guess she likes oppa best... haha..."
Awkward laugh. So-hyun was sharp enough to pick up on A-ram's true feelings easily.
Good call bringing her. If it'd just been me with these two, the vibe would've been total shit, plunging us into depression. But thanks to our mood-maker So-hyun, the house already felt pretty stable.
"Why aren't you eating, though?"
"We were waiting for oppa!"
"Ah~ Got it."
I sat at the table, taking the chopsticks So-hyun handed me, and dug into breakfast. Today's menu: retort seaweed soup and pork stir-fry.
As I ate, Na-young came out from washing up, wringing her hair with a towel before joining us at the table.
"Sleep well, unnie?"
"Yeah~ You too, So-hyun?"
"Yup~! Eat up quick, unnie~"
Even though the seat next to So-hyun was empty, Na-young dragged a chair over to sit right beside me, feeding me side dishes the whole meal.
"Ahhhn~~"
"...Shove it in your own mouth!"
"Whyy~ Oppa’s embarrassed~~"
So-hyun did all the cooking, but Na-young was taking all the credit. Come to think of it, she’d been handling cooking, cleaning, and laundry too. No major issues yet, so simple chores were fine. Idleness would just breed gloom. Better to keep them moving. Especially A-ram, still wallowing in grief.
"Time for you all to pitch in with housework."
"Housework...?! C-Can I skip it?"
Na-young freaked at the mere mention, waving her hands wildly. No way she'd never lifted a finger—looked like a rich girl, sure, but given why I'd kidnapped her, unlikely.
"What, just lounge and leech off me?"
"Ung...! I'll just be oppa's sex slave!"
A sex slave volunteering for more sex slavery. Thought she got her place, but her brain was still in la-la land. One day of playing lovers, and she thought she was one?
"Hey. You are a sex slave, you dumb bitch."
"Yeah, but..."
Only after a barrage of insults did she snap out of it and shrink back. Good at foxing around, but zero awareness.
"We'll rotate with rock-paper-scissors. Any complaints?"
"...No."
"Ung... Sorry... Don't be mad, okay?"
"I could just do it all..."
The mood soured in seconds, leaving So-hyun flustered and fidgeting. She'd started this to lighten her own load, but now acted like it was her fault.
Laundry, cleaning, cooking—split into three, rotate with rock-paper-scissors. Simple. I pulled out my phone.
Flicked to the browser out of habit, but the screen showed a dinosaur next to the message.
Dinosaur offline screen
Day three of the apocalypse. The internet was finally dead.
"Guess it's time to form a party?"