The Last Night Before the Rescue
The final night before heading out for the rescue. I did one last check to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Backup bow and arrows, slender steel pipes cut into makeshift spears like javelins. All sorts of food and water in case the rescue dragged on. Even comfortable clothes to wear. With everything ready, I closed the trunk—and there was So-hyun standing behind me. She looked anxious, like a child who'd woken from a nightmare.
"It'll be okay, right?"
"What will?"
"Going to save unnie's family..."
So-hyun trembled as she clutched my shirt collar. Her grip was tight, like she was afraid I'd vanish if she let go. I stroked her head, touched by how earnestly she worried about me. Her hair was damp with cold sweat.
"Worried?"
"Of course!"
"Want me to just not go?"
"...Yeah."
"But you know that's not right if you think about Na-young unnie... I get that. I do. But now that you're actually going, oppa, it scares me. What if something goes wrong? It won't, it better not, but what if? What if you get bitten for real? What do I do? What about A-ram unnie?"
She blurted it all out like a machine gun, then muttered low to herself, as if disgusted with her own words.
"I must be a really bad girl..."
I'd thought she was just pure and sweet, but she had a selfish side after all—more than I'd expected. Humans are selfish by nature. Especially fragile girls like her. I didn't hate that selfishness. Hell, I was selfish myself.
I ruffled her hair wildly. When things got complicated, you had to clear your head like this.
"Hey, quit overthinking it so seriously. I don't wanna go either!"
"......"
"Fuck, you think I'd wanna go somewhere crawling with zombies just 'cause I said I would?"
"So does that make me a bad person for thinking selfish shit like this?"
"...No."
"Don't overcomplicate it. You'll just get a headache. Just look at someone worse than you and think, at least I'm nicer than that asshole. That's all it takes."
After agonizing over it, So-hyun squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
"I'm nicer than you, oppa!"
"...Yeah, you are~!"
Not wrong. Still, I gave her a light flick on the forehead for her sass.
"Ow...!"
"Go inside and sleep."
"Okay!"
*
A-ram was playing a game again. Looked like she'd developed a new hobby—or maybe she'd always liked them. She never volunteered info unless I asked. What she liked, what she hated. She was terrified of getting hit. That was about all I knew.
Well, except for how amazing it felt when those soft tits squished against me. Or how tight her pussy was. Stuff no ordinary guy would know—I had two facts locked down. That had to make me the guy who knew her best, right?
As I entered the room, she paused her game and looked up at me.
"You're back, Master?"
"Yeah. Playing a game?"
"Yes..."
She fidgeted, then ventured another question.
"Um... are we really going tomorrow?"
I climbed onto the bed and laid my head on her thigh to answer.
"Yeah. You worried too?"
"...A little."
She was getting better at not freezing up in fear. Before, she wouldn't have said a word—just gone rigid. Now, even without me petting her head, her thigh stayed nice and soft.
"Good thing you're worried, at least."
"It's because you saved my life..."
"What about losing your virginity?"
"Well... you haven't hit me since then..."
The past few days of being gentle had paid off. Maybe she just needed someone to lean on in this mess.
"Take your clothes off."
"Yes..."
I pulled up her top, revealing those majestic H-cup tits. The full, voluptuous curves radiating maternal warmth just from looking. Perfect for soothing body and soul before facing zombies.
Still resting on her thigh, I reached up and grabbed one. My hand sank right into the breast, engulfed. The plump nipples looked great, but what really got me hard was the areolae. Not too big, not too small, slightly puffy and perky atop those massive tits. I scraped my nails over one a few times, then milked it from areola to nipple.
"Nngh... it hurts."
"Endure it."
"...Yes."
A-ram bit her lip without complaint.
"Ah... ah..."
Even as she clamped down to stifle her moans, faint whimpers escaped when I pinched her nipple. Why did her pained cries turn me on? Couldn't explain it, but that raw, suppressed voice made me rock hard.
"A-ram. Does it hurt?"
"Yes... it hurts."
"...Fuck, you're weird."
"Ah... sorry. It doesn't hurt!"
"Why lie just 'cause I swore? Scared it won't hurt anymore?"
"...Yes."
I felt her whole body jolt and tremble the instant I cursed. Every word from her always put me first. That fueled my conquest, drenching me in pleasure.
"Hey."
"...Yes! Yes!"
A full-grown woman trembling at my every word... I couldn't fucking stand it.
"On all fours."
"Yes!"
No hesitation—she got right into position on the bed. I pressed her waist down a bit, perfecting the pose. Her back arched beautifully like a cat's, those full tits splaying sideways against the mattress. H-cups were arousing enough on their own, but the way they shifted—lying down, face-down, embraced—every angle was perfection.
I yanked down her shorts, revealing her pussy glistening slightly wet. She'd gotten off on the spanking last time too. I smacked her soaked slit a few times with my palm—light taps like clapping. She shuddered violently, moaning out.
"Nngh... hnng...!"
"Wet again?"
"...Sorry."
"For what?"
"For getting wet from being hit... sorry..."
Fuck, couldn't hold back. I raised my palm high and brought it down hard on that plump ass.
Smack!
"Hnnnggg...!!! Ah... ah... s-sor... sorry. I was wrong... I won't get wet..."
Her ass clenched and released over and over, jiggling like pudding. The way the soft flesh rippled... it begged for more.
I raised my hand again and struck.
Smack!
"Hngk...! Ah... nngh... ugh... it huuurts, Master..."
"What?"
"...It hurts."
"Not that."
"It hurts, Master..."
That unprompted "Master" made my cock throb like it might burst. Panting like I was about to cum already. I gripped her reddened ass—two perfect handprints—and rubbed my cock against her mound.
Squelch, squelch.
Every split of her clenched lips made wet sounds. Coated in her juices, I thrust in deep.
Sluuurp.
Her pussy was flooded inside too—my cock pushed out a few drops on entry. Whining about pain while gushing like this...
"Hnnng...♡ Ah...♡"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Hey."
"Nngh... yesss...♡ Mas... ter..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Hng... nngh... hn... it... huuurts..."
Her words broke with every rough thrust. I was slamming so hard it felt like I was spanking her ass with my hips. Each impact sent waves rippling through her cheeks. Only our second time. Given my size, maybe it really did hurt.
But girls in pain don't drip like this and moan, right? No—A-ram was lost in ecstasy.
"But your pussy's soaked."
"Hngk... sorry..."
"Fuck, quit apologizing!"
"Nnnngh... nngh... sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Hnnngk... ah...♡♡♡"
I punished every "sorry" with harder thrusts, and mid-sentence, she climaxed. Her pussy clenched like it would crush me, hips bucking wildly. No squirting, but a clear orgasm.
"Ah...♡ Nngh...♡ Mas... teerrr..."
Her rigid ass collapsed to the bed. Still impaled, she kept her hips slightly raised. In that pose, spent in bliss, she couldn't think straight. I shoved a pillow under her waist and pussy, then pounded down from above.
Her freshly orgasmed walls resisted fiercely, but brute force won out, claiming her depths.
"Hngk...! Ah... hn... mas... nnght...!!!"
Beast-like mating sounds echoed with every downward slam. Moans too raw to call cute.
"Hnnngk...!!!"
Bitch in heat. A-ram kept gasping like she was taking gut punches—which wasn't far off, my cock battering her womb.
"Hngk...! Hnnngk...!!! Ugh...!"
"Beg for my cum."
"Ugh... mas... hngk...! Master...! Ple... hngk...! Cum... in me...♡♡♡"
Lost in conquest, I gave a humiliating order that might leave the sheets cold come morning. Her panting pleas mixed with begging—petty worries vanished.
"Fuck...!"
My curse triggered another spasm, clenching tight. I unleashed my load.
Spurt—spluuurt—
Semen blasted her womb with explosive force.
"Heh...♡ Hngt...♡ Ugh...♡ Hngk...♡"
"Master...♡"
Once my twitching cock emptied, her soft "Master." Hearing that scorching title, I drifted off to sleep.