Dinner with the Rescued Sisters
I swung by the car to grab dinner with the rescued sisters. I picked up two days' worth of combat rations, water, cola, and even a camping lantern since the power was out. On the way back, I shot and killed a zombie with my bow, and ever since then, Da-young's eyes haven't left me. Well, to be precise, it's my bow she's staring at. It didn't feel like simple admiration for brute strength—maybe she'd always been interested in archery? The weird part was, even with that fascination, she never once asked to see it up close or touch it. She'd been wary of me since our first meeting, and it looked like that caution still lingered. If a beauty like her asked nicely, I'd probably let her handle the bow.
That's how we ended up inside Na-young's house.
"Whoa, it's been forever~~!"
Unlike her sister, who bolted straight to her room the moment we stepped inside, Da-young got right to securing the doors. She locked the deadbolts, checked them multiple times, then meticulously fastened every window lock one by one.
The sisters' room was spartan. A bunk bed and a single desk. The only standout was the massive wardrobe, most of which was stuffed with Na-young's clothes, or so they said. And even then, clothes were piled everywhere—boxes full of them, hangers overflowing. It looked less like a lived-in bedroom and more like a walk-in closet.
"You two lived here?"
"Uh... yeah!"
"Even you think it's a bit much, huh?"
"Ahaha... well, yeah..."
"That's why I can't stand my sister."
"...You borrowed and wore plenty of my clothes too!"
Da-young finally came back into the room after I'd spent a good while taking it all in, carrying a table to use as a dining spot.
"Ooh, thanks."
I took the table naturally and got dinner ready. Not that there was much to it. I set three combat rations on the table and tore open the heater packs to warm them up. As the pouches swelled and heated, Na-young watched with childlike excitement, poking at them with her finger.
"Is this thing actually heating up right now?"
"Yeah. Feel it—it's hot."
"Whoa, for real? That's so cool."
Da-young watched too, then tentatively pressed her own ration. It seemed her hedgehog-like prickliness had softened a bit. Perfect timing—maybe I should show her the bow now?
"Da-young, you wanna check out the bow, right?"
"!!!... Yeah!"
She hadn't expected me to call her out, her eyes going wide before she answered. When I handed it over, she took it carefully with both hands and started inspecting every detail, from the structure to the fittings.
"What's the draw weight on this? How many pounds?"
I told her 70 pounds, and her face fell as she realized she couldn't pull it herself.
"...You're really strong."
"Wanna try drawing it? I'll help."
"Mm... okay!"
After some hesitation, Da-young nodded. Her form was solid—back straight, and even extending her arm to hold the bow steady required serious muscle control, but hers didn't shake.
"You ever do any sports?"
"Da-young was on the track team!"
I had no idea why the sister who didn't do sports was bragging about it...
I adjusted her grip slightly, our bodies pressing together naturally as I helped draw the string.
"There, now just hold it steady. Should be easy."
"Okay... thank you."
Her cheeks flushed red after a brief press of our bodies, but she quickly focused on the bow, her eyes cooling into sharp concentration as she aimed and released. Of course, with no arrow nocked, nothing flew, and she looked a little disappointed about that.
"I'll show you a bow you can shoot yourself when we get back home."
"...Home?"
"If you don't wanna come, no big deal."
Na-young jumped in quick to cut off the awkward topic.
"Let's eat~~! Ow, hot...!"
"...Steam's pouring out—'course it's hot."
"Hing... Oppa, blow on it for me..."
Na-young tossed out the aegyo without a second thought, and since it came so naturally, it wasn't cringy—just cute. Normally I'd smack her on the head, but instead I gruffly took her hand and checked it.
"Looks fine."
"It stings a little..."
Her fingertip must've gotten scalded; she popped it in her mouth and sucked on it. My eyes naturally followed her hand.
"...Quit exaggerating."
Only after Da-young scolded her did Na-young pull her finger out.
"Oppa, look!!! My finger's all red..."
"'Course it's red—you sucked on it like a lollipop. Just eat."
Na-young's subtle antics kept going after that. She kept sticking close to my side, shoving spoons in my mouth saying it was too good not to try, then snatching my food before I could eat it. She'd brazenly go "ahh~" with her mouth cutely open, waiting, and I couldn't help but feed her.
"Hehe, yummy~"
Then she'd grin like she'd accomplished something huge... It was so ridiculous I chuckled, and she'd stare right through me. Even holding eye contact, she didn't flinch.
...Looking at her, she seemed so pure. Her brain's just that empty. I tried dismissing her clarity as something trivial in my head, but my gaze didn't wander.
After we finished eating, a brief silence fell. Na-young broke it first.
"Oppa. Aren't you tired?"
"...Huh?"
"I'm a little beat..."
Right then, Da-young picked up the table and headed for the door.
"...See you in the morning."
"Yeah~~! See ya tomorrow, Da-young~!"
It had gotten pretty dark outside by now. I stood to give Da-young the lantern, but Na-young's hand grabbed me.
"...Oppa."
Her voice clung sticky-sweet, holding me back once more. In the end, my steps toward Da-young halted at the door, and I turned back.
No place to sit, so I perched on the bed. Na-young scurried over and draped her face across my lap.
"What the hell are you doing now?"
"Whyy~? Don't like it~?"
There was more sincerity in it than before. I'd already come to save her family, after all. No real reason for her to play games.
"Jealous 'cause it feels like you're losing to your little sis?"
"Nuh-uh~ I just like Oppa."
Obvious lie. It reeked of sour jealousy toward her own blood. I stroked her hair gently, and she let out a pleased moan.
"Haaah... Feels like the day's finally over!"
"Yeah, tense day."
I spread my legs a bit, and she inched forward until her face pressed into my crotch. My dick was already rock-hard, rubbing against her face, but she didn't care—just nuzzled her cheek against it. After a few rubs, she buried her face deep and inhaled sharply.
"Huuu... so good...♡"
Her eyes went all hazy like a cat high on catnip. She knew it was driving me crazy but kept pressing with just her cheek, not trying to undress me. Finally, I couldn't take it and tugged my pants down a bit. She finished pulling them off the rest of the way. My stiff cock sprang out, and she flashed a lewd smile before flicking the tip with her tongue.
"Hehe. Oppa's dick~"
Lick. She stuck out her tongue, lapping at it like a cat with churu, then looked up at me and beamed.
"Keep teasing?"
"Baa~"
She stuck her tongue out long, locking eyes as she licked from the base up to the head, then sucked the tip with a smack before grinning again.
Pop.
"Hehe~ Oppa's so hard?"
I couldn't hold back anymore and grabbed her by the hair.
"Huuu... Oppa...♡"
"You fucking bitch."
"Huuut... Yesss♡"
"Teasing me 'cause you wanna get verbally abused?"
The moment the insult hit, Na-young shuddered like it was Pavlovian. She fidgeted, lips twitching like she was debating begging for more.
"Fucking slut, answer me."
"Huu... Yeah!! I was teasing 'cause I wanted to get abused..."
"Princess turned cumdump."
"Huuu... cum... dump...♡"
"Cumdump...♡" Na-young repeated it like she was savoring every syllable. I released her hair and nudged her body back with my foot.
"Strip."
"Yes!! I'll strip!"
The top came off easy. The problem? Those skinny jeans again. No way they'd slide off easily at night after being such a pain earlier. She arched her ass back, thrusting her chest forward. Her pale tits jiggled right in front of me, and the mirror behind showed her firm ass hugged tight by the denim. Legs spread lewdly—even without a visible cameltoe, my eyes kept drifting to her pussy area. She gripped the waistband and wiggled her hips desperately, finally yanking them down. Her panties came with them, flipping inside out.
It was so ridiculous I chuckled, and her face flushed deeper.
"Huuu...♡ I'll... finish stripping..."
"Hey. No hands from here on out."
"No hands?"
"Yeah. No hands."
"Huuuuh... okay..."
She balanced on one foot, trying to kick the pants off the other with her sole rubbing at them. No chance the tight fabric would budge that easily.
"Ah...! Huuu... ahh...!"
Each failed attempt made her groan in frustration, and damn if it didn't sound erotic.
"Fucking slut, hurry up."
"Huuu...! Sorry... I'll do my best!"
At my urging, Na-young dropped to the floor. She pressed her pussy flat against the ground and wormed forward, rubbing it like she was grinding as she rolled the pants down her thighs bit by bit.
"Like a fucking worm."
"Huu... uuu... worm... so embarrassing... hng...♡"
Na-young writhed for a good while longer.
"...I'm stripped."
I crooked a finger, and she crawled over. I patted her thigh with my palm, and her legs spread. True to form, Na-young's pussy was drenched in sticky juices. As her legs parted, her labia peeled apart with a wet schlick. I tapped her pussy with my finger, each touch eliciting sloppy squelches.
"Hey, you pervert bitch—you're soaked again?"
"Yesss...♡ Fuck this pervert pussy, please...♡♡♡"
...Hope the soundproofing's decent. Not that it mattered much.