H-Cup Divorcee and the Zombie Apocalypse
Whoosh! Thud!
The bolt I loosed whistled through the air and punched clean through the zombie’s forehead. With a wet, squelching burst of brains the shaft quivered; the creature flailed at empty space for a moment before crumpling bonelessly to the floor.
“Whew. Got myself all worked up for nothing.”
I reloaded the crossbow and approached slowly. Just to be sure, I prodded the corpse with the tip of my sword. Thankfully it didn’t so much as twitch—only a foul stench rose in lazy curls. Frowning, I continued down the hallway. Given the app’s nature, Ryu Jihye couldn’t be far. I decided to check the rooms one by one until I found her.
Knock-knock-knock.
Room 3011 across the way. I couldn’t risk noise, so I rapped lightly. Silence answered. Just in case, I called out.
“Is anyone in there? I’m human.”
Still nothing. Empty, apparently. I knocked on five more doors the same way. As I headed for the last room in the corridor—
“H-hey? Are you really a person?”
A voice came from the room I’d just passed. Unfamiliar, yet unmistakably Ryu Jihye’s. I hurried to the door of 3016. She must have been watching through the peephole; I heard her flinch and step back.
“A-answer me first! You haven’t been bitten, have you?”
“No. I haven’t been bitten. But that voice… it sounds familiar. Do we know each other?”
At that, Ryu Jihye pressed her eye to the peephole again—and let out a sharp little scream of surprise.
“K-Kang Juhyeok-sensei? Teacher Kang, right? I-it’s me! Mingyu’s mom! Jang Mingyu’s mom from the Rose class! You remember me, right?”
She hurriedly unlocked the door and threw it open. A tight pink golf tank top, a white H-line skirt, and in her hand a long golf club she was clearly using as a weapon. I barely had time to admire her fantastic figure before she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the hotel room.
Click!
After locking the door again, Ryu Jihye stood there with an expression of pure relief, her hands trembling finely. She pressed her lips together hard, like someone who’d just found a savior. The sheer drama on her face made every ounce of fear she’d been carrying crystal clear.
“Ahh! Thank god! Thank god! I really thought I was all alone! Hic! I’m so glad you came! So, so glad!”
She buried her face in my chest, eyes reddening as she poured out her anxiety. The rich, mature scent of a married woman and the soft, yielding feel of her body pressed against me in the most pleasant way. I hugged her tightly and stroked her hair. In a moment like this, simply reassuring her would score big points.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. You don’t have to be so scared.”
She buried her face even deeper into my chest at the comfort. Her shoulders wouldn’t stop shaking—she’d been that terrified. Of course she thought this was a real apocalypse. Her reaction made perfect sense. It took several minutes before Ryu Jihye finally began to calm down.
“Whew. I’m sorry. Hugging you out of nowhere like that. Did I startle you?”
She dabbed at her eyes and gave an embarrassed smile. Looking at her like this, Ryu Jihye really did have that fox-like face. The slight eye-smile and the beauty mark beside it felt so alluring it was almost unfair. And that voluptuous body below went without saying. I shook my head at her self-reproach and stroked her shoulder, injecting a little hope.
“Not at all. In a situation like this, of course you’d be scared. Let’s hang in there together. Rescue will come for sure.”
Ryu Jihye’s expression shifted; she nodded bravely.
“You’re right. Rescue will definitely come. I’ll help however I can from the side. Just tell me what to do.”
Then she lightly stroked the back of my hand resting on her shoulder. That touch felt strangely sticky, as if it were poking at something deep inside me. When I met her eyes she smiled sweetly—pure on the surface, yet a mysterious sensuality glinted in her pupils. Seeing those eyes, a certain conviction settled in. Ryu Jihye was a quick-witted, clever fox. She knew her strengths perfectly and exactly how to use them. She understood her situation and was instinctively seducing me—presenting herself as a pretty, pitiful female in danger who needed protection, stirring every male protective instinct. Maybe even the tears earlier had been calculated. The hug afterward, too, part of the strategy.
But I didn’t particularly dislike that cunning side of hers. If anything, it had a different flavor from Han Gyeowool’s, and it was fun. Cunning meant she was open to deals. If our scales balanced, I could demand all sorts of services from her. What kind of deal would she offer me? With that expectation, I decided to show my hand first.
“Alright. Then shall we take stock of what we have? Rescue will take at least a week. So we’ll need enough food and weapons.”
I opened the duffel bag and showed her the preserved rations packed inside. Ryu Jihye’s eyes went round with admiration.
“Th-this is all food? Where did you get it?”
Of course it was all basic training gear from the app, but I acted like I’d scavenged it myself. Looking like a strong male would make her more willing to offer plenty of herself. The most natural law of nature.
“Picked it up on the way. See the crossbow and sword? Someone left them in the next room. I put them to good use.”
“…Oh my. You know how to use these? Don’t tell me you took down those monsters outside with them?”
She covered her mouth in amazement. Rather than greed for the food, she was busy praising and elevating me. She was definitely a woman who knew how to please a man. At the same time, a fox who knew how to handle men well. I scratched my head with an awkward laugh. Looking a little clumsy would only make her more proactive.
“Haha. It’s not any great skill. Just smacked a few floppy ones. Don’t build me up too much.”
Ryu Jihye shook her head vigorously and grabbed my hand tight. Her eyes sparkled—this was no ordinary fox.
“No. I was too scared to take a single step outside. I’m so glad you came, Teacher Kang. I really feel like I can rely on you.”
I pretended to be startled by her skinship and pulled my hand away. She drooped her brows and apologized with a pitiful look.
“…I’m sorry. It’s burdensome after all, right? It’s hard enough just surviving on our own. I’ll only be dead weight.”
She sat on the living-room sofa and hugged her legs dejectedly. Her H-cup breasts squashed against her knees, revealing intimate flesh. Through the tank top, a glimpse of sleek pink lingerie showed.
Damn. Even among foxes, there aren’t foxes like this. What kind of idiot cheats when he’s got a seductress like this at home?
Of course I was eyeing Ryu Jihye while having Han Gyeowool, but looking at that alluring figure I still couldn’t easily understand it. If she were my wife, I’d never let her sleep—I’d have her sucking me dry every day. I pushed those thoughts aside and approached her, a sweet chocolate bar in hand.
“Ma’am. Dead weight? I don’t think that at all. Here, eat this at least. You must be hungry.”
I casually sat beside her, and she shook her head as if even more sorry.
“…No. You worked hard to get this, Teacher Kang. How could I have the nerve to take it? I don’t want to look like some freeloader.”
She wisely didn’t accept the food right away—appealing that she wasn’t the shameless type who took consideration for granted. I insisted, holding out the chocolate bar. After several refusals she reluctantly accepted and tore open the wrapper. Then, with a determined look, she firmly grasped my hand.
“I’ll eat it gratefully. And if there’s anything I can do, please tell me. I want to be of help to you too, Teacher.”
I glanced down; her pale thighs were fully exposed. The already short golf skirt had ridden up on the sofa. I pretended to flinch and hurriedly looked away. Ryu Jihye noticed my gaze but showed no displeasure. Instead she met my eyes and smiled sweetly. That skilled charm made my heart race even knowing exactly what she was doing.
No wonder a golf pro has a fan club.
Matching her efforts, I handed over more food like a half-bewitched fool—mostly fruit cans and snacks she’d like. But Ryu Jihye demurred repeatedly, insisting she really couldn’t accept more. Then, sensing the moment was ripe, she proposed a deal. As expected of a woman who knew how to properly bewitch a male.
“…I can’t take any more for free; it feels too bad. Isn’t there something I can do for you, Teacher? Of course, I don’t have any real talents…”
“Hmm. You can really just take it. It’s not like I need extra hands right now.”
She pretended to think for a moment, then perked her brows as if a good idea had struck.
“Ah! Then how about I give you a massage? You must be worn out from being outside. How about loosening up a bit? I’m confident in my hands if nothing else. Being a golf pro and all.”
She gripped the golf club and stroked it up and down slowly. That hand motion was so seductive there was simply no other way to put it.
I swallowed hard.
She was offering to touch me all over with that lewd technique? In exchange for protection and sharing a little food?
“…Ma’am. That sounds wonderful.”
I had zero reason to refuse. Ride this mood, feel her up, get a handjob—that was the idea, right? From her expression she seemed willing to provide some service. Of course the negotiated point wouldn’t be anything too major. But that didn’t matter. I had a magic potion that would shatter those limits.
Potion of Excitement. Time to put it to use soon.
Hiding my lecherous intentions, I accepted her proposal. Time to check out a married woman golf pro’s hand skills.