Rescue Preparations
The kitchen already had So-hyun and A-ram waiting for me. Dinner was a steak grilled to perfection and a cake. I left Na-young, who was dressed, in the room and sat down at the table first.
"Ooh, looks delicious?"
So-hyun, who had been glancing at me cautiously, hesitantly spoke up.
"Um... now we have a new family member, right...? So, um... that means... pa~rty!"
She'd suggested a party, so it seemed like we had to have one. But calling it a "celebrate the end of the world" party was probably too much. She mumbled some excuse and checked my reaction. Her head twisting this way and that, eyes rolling like a squirrel—it was adorable. I couldn't help but chuckle at the cute sight, and she beamed with relief, shouting again.
"Party!!!"
I burst out laughing at that.
"Ah... you're hilarious."
"Why are you laughing!!!"
It must've been her attempt at aegyo to liven up the mood. Her failed effort just turned her face bright red.
Just then, Na-young emerged from the room, fully dressed. So-hyun stared in shock and looked at me.
"Oppa...!"
Her eyes and voice were filled with emotion, like she'd rediscovered a spark of humanity. It wasn't anything that grand, though. I scratched my head awkwardly, and as Na-young approached me, I grabbed a full handful of her ass.
That scene explained everything. Na-young's ass jiggled softly under my touch. If she felt any revulsion, it would've tensed up—instead, it was satisfying. The mood was pretty good, actually. I delivered the news that we could really have a party.
"I'm planning to prepare for a couple days and go rescue your family."
My casual words seemed to shock them. So-hyun and Na-young started tearing up, and even A-ram covered her mouth in surprise.
"Unnie, you're so lucky..."
"Oppa, thank you..."
"That doesn't mean I'm saying I'll rescue them no matter what."
"...Then?"
They tensed up, swallowing hard, probably thinking I'd say something twisted about playing with them.
"Obviously, if it's too dangerous, I'll bail."
"...Okay."
Na-young nodded; it was a reasonable point anyone could understand. I wasn't about to put myself in danger just to help her. A horde of zombies that had grouped up, hard to pick off one by one. Or if we ran into a survivor group with serious firepower—I'd turn back without hesitation.
"And if we can't get there by car, we'll scrap it too. No complaints?"
"None!"
To plan things out, I started with some basic questions.
"What's your family like?"
"Mom and Dad, and my little sister."
"Is your sister cute?"
"Well... yeah... she looks a lot like me..."
If she resembled Na-young, that meant she was pretty. Not great news... Her hesitant answer made her worries crystal clear.
"What, you think I'm gonna fuck your sister or something?"
"...No?"
"Hey. Two's plenty. It wears me out. World's ended—guys like me aren't exactly rare."
"...Ah."
Finally getting it, Na-young started biting her lip, worried about her sister.
"Still better than being ugly, right? She might get treated badly, but at least she'll be alive? Like you."
"...You're right. She'll be alive...!"
Na-young clenched her fists, steeling herself.
From morning, we dove into serious training for the rescue. Archery demands rapid fire. Rapid fire was essential for taking down charging zombies. I grabbed three arrows in one hand: first shot aimed precisely, then firing the rest as fast as possible. Holding three arrows in one hand felt awkward at first, tanking my first-shot accuracy, but after practicing until my arms ached, my form started solidifying. Now, I could fire the last two in five seconds after the first.
"Haaah!!!"
Next to me, practicing my bow, Na-young was letting out weird yells while thrusting her spear. I'd taken off her collar, and she must've figured she needed to prepare something too. She'd grabbed the kitchen knife spear I'd used briefly that first day and was practicing with loud kiais. The problem was...
"You... getting any better...?"
"Maybe...? Better than nothing, right?!"
"Is it?"
I'd allowed casual speech, but she still needed time to adjust. And her spearwork... she clearly needed proper instruction.
"Come here."
"Yeah!"
"Hands first. Left hand forward, right hand back."
"Left forward! Right back!"
She parroted me perfectly, but something felt off. Sure enough, she gripped the spear and stood straight on, facing forward. I adjusted her hips, twisting her body diagonally.
"Stand at a slight angle."
"Ah~"
"You're always thrusting— but you lack strength, so no need."
"Then...?"
"Think about it. Zombies are gonna charge you anyway."
"Yeah... scary..."
"So what do you do?"
"Stab the head!"
Imagining bashing zombies, she thrust and answered.
"You dumb bitch. I just said you don't have the strength for that!"
"Hing... then?"
"Just face straight on, hold the spear tip out. It'll impale itself."
"Ah...! Yeah!"
At this rate, she'd be dead weight, not help. For emergency training, I fetched a motorcycle helmet and a wooden stick. Handed her the stick, put on the helmet, and stood in front of her.
"I'm a zombie now."
"...Okay!"
"Don't thrust. I'll come at you—watch my face, hold the spear to it, and wait."
"Got it!"
I spread my arms and stomped toward her like playing with a kid. She held the spear tip to my face.
"Good, just like that. You're doing well. Now I'll go faster."
Next, a quicker step. Then a run from farther away. Every time she positioned it right at my face, I tossed a word of praise—her face bloomed with smiles. Anyone watching would think we were playing...
"Now, zombie's impaled but brain's not pierced. It keeps moving."
I grabbed the stick end and pushed; Na-young toppled backward, still gripping it.
"Ack...!"
"You die like that. Never fall. If you miss, shove sideways. Again."
I pushed the same way; this time, she shoved right. Her weak strength made me doubt it'd work in real combat, but.
"But before practicing more, first thing you gotta do."
"What?"
"Call for me first."
"Okay! I'll scream 'Oppa!!!'"
"You... fucking..."
Yeah... normal. I'm expecting too much. I gritted my teeth and said it as nicely as possible.
"Ideally with direction. And how many zombies. Got it?"
Fuck...
Evening, we started on armor. Last time, figuring no zombies, I'd just wrapped duct tape sloppily. But with real zombie combat expected now, armor was crucial. Especially for a klutz like Na-young. My idea: plaster bandages, aka casts. Stocked as medical supplies—heavy-duty strength-to-weight, and custom-fit. Method: strip Na-young first.
"Okay, strip."
"...Y-you said armor..."
"Tch!"
"O-okay, I'll strip..."
Watching a woman bare herself right in front of me was always a treat. Kinda like a strip show, right? My blatant stare, her trembling body under it—it felt like pure temptation. Soon, fully nude, she lay before me, hands shyly half-covering herself.
"Hard."
"Yeah..."
I ignored So-hyun sneaking off to her room and wrapped thick cloth where the cast would go. No idea how much, but treating it like full-body immobilization, I mummified her. Arms extra thick—they'd be her easiest shield. Skipped joints for mobility; she ended up looking like a Michelin Man character.
"Oppa..."
"What?"
"Hng... ah... you keep... touching..."
Her whole body casted except the pussy peeking out was too tempting; my hands kept wandering. Everywhere else locked, it quivered helplessly. How could I resist?
"So?"
"Ngh... fine... hng... ahn...! Ah... Oppa..."
About 15 minutes until the plaster set. Fun pussy massage time over, I fetched the cast saw.
Vrrr. The harsh vibration started; Na-young freaked.
"Oppa!!!"
"Anyone'd think I'm killing you."
"Don't mess up and cut me like in those stories...! Promise? Yeah? Promise?"
Vibrating blade, not spinning—so even if it nicked skin, no blood fountain. But her shaking was hilarious, so I let it go.
"Eek...! Ca-careful!!! Oppa, slow, okay? Please go slowww..."
Vrrrr!!
"Oppa!!! "