Walker Suit 7
Twenty minutes had passed since communication with Yeong-ju cut out. I sat in the support room chair, hammering the comm button like a madman and calling her name.
“Yeong-ju! Seo Yeong-ju! Can you hear me? Answer me, please!”
But nothing came back through the line except the crackle of static. The first-person feed that had filled the big screen had gone black the instant that massive explosion hit.
Right then the support room door opened and Yang Jin-ju and Nam Jin-ju walked in wearing their pajamas.
“Oppa, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s so loud I can’t—huh? Why are you calling Yeong-ju unni?”
Nam Jin-ju rubbed her eyes as she asked.
I couldn’t get a word out; I just stared blankly at the dead black screen. Yang Jin-ju spotted the empty suit storage case in the corner of the room.
“…Yeong-ju unni went out in a suit, didn’t she? What the hell happened? Why won’t you tell us!”
She pressed me hard.
At first I didn’t want to say anything. I figured it was something I had to handle alone. Then Yeong-ju’s voice came back to me—the one that had said “you’re all mine now.” So I finally, slowly, told them everything that had happened that night.
Yang Jin-ju’s face went white as she listened. She lunged for the comm button beside me and started screaming Yeong-ju’s name.
“Unni! Yeong-ju unni! Can you hear me? Please answer!”
Nam Jin-ju collapsed into a chair like her soul had left her body and started crying in tiny, broken sobs.
That was when it happened.
Crackle—
The dead screen suddenly flared back to life with a burst of noise, and the line connected.
“(…You’re gonna blow my eardrums out. Talk quieter.)”
Yeong-ju’s voice came through—irritated, but the most welcome sound in the world.
“Unni! You’re okay? Thank god…!”
“Yeong-ju! Are you all right?”
At the tearful shouts from Yang Jin-ju and Nam Jin-ju, the Yeong-ju on the other end went quiet for a moment.
“(…So you all heard.)”
She seemed to realize only now that we knew the whole situation.
“(…Sorry for leaving without saying anything. And… I’m fine, so don’t worry.)”
With those few words the air in the support room loosened, every breath turning into a sigh of pure relief. We were grateful all over again that she was safe.
The relief didn’t last long. Her next words threw us straight back into confusion.
“(…I’m heading back now, but….)”
She trailed off, then asked carefully, like she was posing some extremely awkward question.
“(…Hey, does our Shelter happen to have… something like a prisoner holding cell?)”
“Prisoner?”
The second I echoed the word, the big screen—her first-person feed—tilted downward.
And what filled our eyes was a woman kneeling in front of the rubble of a collapsed building.
She wore military pants. One arm was missing. Terror was written all over her face as she kept her only remaining left hand locked behind her head in a clear posture of surrender.
“(…I don’t know if ‘prisoner’ is the right word. Anyway, something like that… just kind of happened….)”
Yeong-ju’s awkward voice floated over the image of the woman on the screen.
We could only stare at the surreal scene. The night hunter who had gone out for revenge was coming home with an unexpected “trophy.”
Dawn was just beginning to pale the sky.
At last the support room screen showed Yeong-ju returning to the Shelter.
The Walker Suit she wore was covered in deep gouges and fine cracks—proof of how fierce the night’s fighting had been.
She stopped in front of the Shelter’s shield and dumped the armless woman she had been carrying under one arm like a sack of cargo onto the ground with a heavy thud.
“(Yang Jin-ju, just in case—grab a pistol and come out.)”
The moment the woman hit the floor she dropped back to her knees in the surrender pose. Yeong-ju’s voice was ice.
“(Anything you’re hiding—weapons, whatever—pull it all out. Don’t even think about trying something.)”
The woman answered, trembling hard.
“I-I don’t have anything! Really! The only thing I had was the pistol I already showed you!”
Yang Jin-ju, pistol holstered at her hip for the first time in a long while, arrived at the entrance. I dropped the shield.
The door opened. Yeong-ju stepped inside and immediately stripped out of the suit. The second she was free of it I pulled her into my arms and held on tight.
“Hey! What the hell? Suit or not, I’ve been moving all night—I’m soaked in sweat! I stink!”
She tried to shove me off, but I only held her tighter.
“Unni!”
Nam Jin-ju came running and threw her arms around her too.
“I’m so, so glad…! You’re safe…!”
With both of us clinging to her, Yeong-ju’s face started turning red. Then even Yang Jin-ju, who had been standing guard over the prisoner, stepped forward and carefully wrapped her arms around her as well. Yeong-ju finally threw both hands up in surrender.
“Okay! Okay, I get it! I’m sorry! And… thank you!”
Her face was bright scarlet as she awkwardly, but sincerely, hugged all of us back.
After the warm embrace ended, Yeong-ju headed for the support room. She slid the suit into its storage case with practiced ease; blue light spilled out as repair and recharging began.
Yang Jin-ju and Nam Jin-ju stayed at the entrance, still watching the kneeling prisoner—or rather, survivor—with wary eyes. I used the moment to step close to Yeong-ju and ask quietly.
“The Jin-jus are watching the prisoner, so tell me straight. Are you really not hurt anywhere? Don’t hide it.”
Yeong-ju watched the suit for a second as it slowly repaired and charged, then looked at me and gave a small snort of laughter.
“Yeah, I don’t think so. The suit’s tough as hell. I’m just a little tired.”
“There could be injuries you can’t see. Bruises, pulled muscles…”
At my worried tone she put on a mischievous smile and took a step closer.
“Then… while we shower, you want to check me yourself? Every last corner, real thorough.”
Her bold suggestion left me speechless, face burning. She smiled softly and came even closer.
“Honestly… when the building came down and I blacked out, the first thing I thought when I woke up was you. ‘Ah, that bastard’s gonna cry his eyes out thinking I’m dead.’ Something like that.”
As she spoke she slowly looped her arms around my neck. Then she pressed her lips gently to mine.
I pulled her waist against me and deepened the kiss. She tightened her arms around my neck and answered it.
When our lips finally parted she smiled, sultry and knowing.
“We’ve still got a little time before breakfast, right?”
Then, in an exaggerated, theatrical voice:
“Oh no. When that building fell on me earlier I think I hurt my back somehow… I can’t really check it myself. Ahh~ if only someone would check for me~”
With that she left the support room and trotted lightly toward the shower facilities.
I was already chasing that sultry back before the support room door even finished closing. Checking for injuries was, after all, a very important and urgent matter.
Seo Yeong-ju stepped into the empty shower facility. Without hesitation she stripped off her outer clothes and tossed them into the changing-room basket.
Then she simply stood there in the simple black underwear the Shelter provided, waiting. The warm, humid air of the shower room gently wrapped around her skin that had gone cold during the night.
The door opened and Seo Yeong-chan walked in. The moment he saw her he stopped dead, as if he had walked into an invisible wall.
His gaze locked onto Seo Yeong-ju, who stood turned toward him wearing nothing but underwear.
Five months of constant struggle had forged a body without a single ounce of spare flesh. Soft shoulder lines, a narrow waist, and a figure that was no longer thin but lush from proper nutrition—under the gentle lighting her white skin seemed to tremble faintly wherever his eyes touched.
Watching him, Seo Yeong-ju gave a quiet snort of laughter. She spread both arms wide, as if ready to accept everything.
“Well?”
Her voice carried a teasing, irresistible invitation.
“It’s the ‘you get to take them off yourself’ time you like so much.”
She walked slowly toward him as she spoke.
With trembling hands Seo Yeong-chan reached for the last scraps of cloth still covering her. When his fingertips brushed her back and found the bra clasp, her body gave a small jolt. That tiny tremor seemed to give him courage; she began undressing him in turn.
Under their clumsy hands the final barriers between them fell away one by one.
And at last, standing completely bare before each other, Seo Yeong-ju took his hand and pulled.
“Come here.”
She led him into the shower space where warm water poured down like rain.
Shhhhh—
Hot water soaked both their bodies, washing away every wound and exhaustion of the past five months, and the last remaining shreds of shyness with them.
Seo Yeong-chan gently pressed Seo Yeong-ju back against the wall and claimed her mouth.
Kissing under the falling water was a different kind of sensation—hazy and fierce at once.
His hands slid over her wet body.
He cupped the round curves of her hips and pulled her tighter against him.
His hard, heated length pressed against the soft plane of her lower belly.
A hot moan slipped from Seo Yeong-ju’s lips.
“Hhnn…”
She explored his solid body in turn, trying to feel every part of him. His touch grew bolder, sliding between her legs to the most private place. When his fingers gently pushed into the heat already slick and ready for him, her body arched.
“Haa…! Ah, nngh…!”
She clutched his shoulders hard.
Then Seo Yeong-ju turned him, reversing their positions and pinning him to the wall. Her eyes were wet, but mischief and clear intent sparkled in them.
“My turn. Stay still.”
She whispered it and sank to her knees in front of him. Softly, carefully, she began licking him from base to tip with her tongue.
When her hands and lips also found the two small spheres below, a choked groan tore from Seo Yeong-chan’s throat. His fingers tangled in her wet hair.
At last her mouth took him in—hot and soft. Every unpracticed movement of hers short-circuited his reason.
Slurp… suck…
Her mouth worked him faster and harder than before, wrapping and pulling.
Seo Yeong-chan couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled her up, lifted her legs, and wrapped them around his waist.
Without hesitation he drove himself into her deepest place in one thrust.
“Haaaah!”
The same cry burst from both their mouths at once. Hot water, ragged breathing, and the wet slap of skin against skin filled the narrow shower room. They stared into each other’s eyes and moved their hips like they were losing their minds.
“Yeong-ju… haa… does it feel good?”
“Hhnn… deeper… more… aahng!”
The warm water seemed to sink into their skin as their bodies burned hotter and crashed together harder.
“Hnn… it’s okay… hhk… inside… hhnn… aahng!”
At her permission Seo Yeong-chan’s hips slammed even stronger and faster.
Finally they cried each other’s names and climaxed together. They held on as if they might break, riding the hot aftershocks for a long time.
For a while they simply leaned into each other, breathing hard. The hot water still poured over them, gently washing away the traces of their frenzy.
But it could not wash away the fresh sparks of desire already rising again on their skin.
Seo Yeong-chan pressed a kiss into her wet hair and whispered low against her ear.
“…One more time. Okay?”
Instead of answering, Seo Yeong-ju turned and planted both hands against the cold tile wall of the shower.
That single motion was clearer and more powerful permission than any words.
Seo Yeong-chan stared at her back for a moment, entranced.
The smooth, water-slick line of her spine, the narrow waist, and the full, beautiful curve of her hips below it.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently rubbed his heated length between the soft cheeks of her ass.
“Hhnn…”
A ticklish, sweet moan slipped from her lips.
Seo Yeong-chan gripped both handfuls of her hips, savoring the soft give of them.
Then he extended his tongue and began slowly licking down the length of her spine, lower and lower.
“Haa…! Ah…”
Her body shuddered. When his tongue reached her most sensitive place her legs seemed to lose strength; she leaned harder into the wall.
When he judged she was wet enough, he finally drove himself into her from behind in one deep thrust.
“Haaaang…!”
A sharp cry tore from her at the new, deeper, fuller sensation.
Seo Yeong-chan gripped her waist and began moving—rough, unhesitating.
Once again the shower room filled with their ragged breathing and the raw, wet sound of flesh meeting flesh.