Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Pure Love
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Heading home—more precisely, to Yuri Sister's place—what greeted me was an unexpectedly tight embrace.
Squish—
The massive, plump breasts pressing against my solar plexus deformed into an oval, soft and yielding.
A sensation I'd never felt in my life.
And from tits at least F-cup easy, the pressure was immense.
Shape, bounce, softness—all packed with elements guaranteed to rile up any guy's lower half.
That violent softness made my saliva heat up without me realizing.
"Are you okay?? Hurt anywhere? No, you didn't get bit, right?"
Yuri Sister said this while groping my body all over.
Yet she showed no sign of pulling those pressed-up breasts away from me.
'What the hell is going on...?'
Desperately suppressing the healthy assertion of my son down below, I tried to recall what led to this—nope, nothing like that.
I'd just changed clothes at my place and come straight up, and boom, this situation.
For real.
Her reaction was the total opposite of when I'd left without a word, leaving me flustered.
"Why aren't you saying anything...? Don't tell me you really did?!"
While I was flustered and secretly savoring the feel of her breasts on my abs, Yuri Sister's thoughts were veering off into the mountains.
I snapped to and opened my mouth to keep her from misunderstanding even by accident.
"I'm fine. Ah, I didn't get bit! So put that stick down...!"
I yelped, reaching out in panic at the wooden stick suddenly in her hands now that she'd pulled away from my arms.
No, what the—her reflexes?!
More importantly, I'd tossed that on the stairs, and it was right there when I came up.
Where'd she even get it from?
"For real...? Really? You're not like one of those movie trolls that gets bit and lies about it...?"
I nodded frantically by way of answer.
"Phew, what a relief...!"
Only then did Yuri Sister finally show genuine relief and lower the stick.
Having someone truly worry about me tickled my chest a bit, but this sister was such a ditz with killer instincts.
Gonna have to keep a close eye on her.
With the situation sorted, I could finally step inside her place.
'Rubbing her own tits on me like that, and she doesn't even realize. Thought she'd notice midway and get embarrassed.'
All that was there was the adorable sight of Yuri Sister happily welcoming me inside.
Her face flushing, those clear eyes trembling, those jiggling breasts and hips falling into my hands.
Such fantasies wouldn't leave my mind.
No limits from laws meant no limits on my imagination, for sure.
Not that I'd rape her in some boring way, though.
Lost in my own little world of thoughts, before I knew it, Yuri Sister had led me by the hand to sit on the living room bed railing.
She plopped down right next to me.
And immediately, she spoke up.
"Yuseong. Don't ever do that again."
"Huh? Do what...?"
"Vanish without a word. Leaving... don't do it. ...I saw it. Zombies eating people."
Her expression darkened bit by bit.
I shut my mouth and listened closely to her words.
Even a selfish jerk wouldn't ignore this.
"At first, I was terrified. Wondering if it'd happen to me too.... Trembling under the covers at the thought of being torn apart alive. And still, screams kept slipping through the blanket.... So...!"
A totally natural reaction.
For an ordinary woman from peaceful modern life, a zombie apocalypse was way too much.
Probably the only blood Yuri Sister had ever seen was minor scrapes or her period.
Zombies targeting her, ripping people alive—it must've shaken her to the core.
Spitting out the harsh reality hitting her, she curled up, hugging her knees.
Facing reality head-on hurt her, but voicing that brutal truth herself was too much to bear.
To avoid being a total ass, I had to try my hardest not to let my eyes drift to those beautiful curves pressed against her knees.
Once more: those are man-killing weapons.
Then, her gaze, which had been fixed darkly ahead, turned to me.
Her expression shifted at the same time.
Like she was looking at her savior.
"But then you came."
"Huh?"
Her out-of-left-field words had a question mark floating over my head.
What'd I even do...?
Her grateful look toward me made it even harder to understand.
No matter how I thought about it, that wasn't an expression for someone you'd known less than an hour.
"Can't help it if you don't get it. The world's gone this dangerous, and I despaired right away. Because I know myself best. Not proactive, a ditz, a scaredy-cat, useless at everything...."
'Super self-deprecating... No, more like realistic judgment. Ditz personality, but sharp situational awareness?'
"I can't picture myself surviving alone in this tiny place."
There was strong conviction in her words.
I couldn't deny it offhand.
"But if you're here, I think I can survive.... Might call it cowardly, but that thought kept circling my head. That until the police and military handle this, I'll be safe with you...."
"Well.... I'm flattered you trust me like that.... But you know we've only known each other for less than an hour since introducing ourselves, right? What about me makes you put this much faith in...?"
Honestly, the situation felt super suspicious.
Enough that I wondered, 'Is she after something from me?'
Her actions made zero logical sense.
When I voiced my fundamental doubt, Yuri Sister gave a small smile.
"Faith.... Yeah. I've seen you sometimes passing by. Helping old folks."
"Ah...."
Her words brought back memories.
Back in middle school, after becoming practically an orphan, the grandma who fed me, telling me to eat.
She and many elders always smiled warmly, embracing me—they were true benefactors.
I never forgot their kindness, so I'd helped Grandma when she got frail, and the elders around her too.
They're gone now from age, but I owed them so much and helped a ton.
Bonus: leveled up my bachelor skills.
'She saw that.... Kinda embarrassing.'
Unexpected source of goodwill, apparently.
The hidden logic clicked into place.
"Young guy helping elders" was name-tag enough for instant trust from strangers.
Plus this do-or-die situation where not relying on me meant death.
Coincidences piled up into solid rationale helping me out.
I chuckled inwardly.
"No way a guy like that is bad, right?"
"Haha, that's embarrassing. I just paid back what I got."
"Hehe, humble too. Anyway, seeing that, and how you comforted me earlier, I already think you're someone I can trust."
Our eyes met, her clear gaze sinking into me like a connection.
Someone relying on me.
Felt oddly good.
"So I'm asking because I trust you. Might be selfish.... But don't vanish without a word anymore. Stay in front of me always."
The words sounded like a confession, but it was just a one-sided demand to protect her.
Could even call it brazen.
To that purely transactional request, I nodded.
Reason was simple.
It was helpful to me.
"Got it. I'll protect you, Yuri Sister. Just know I'll keep hunting zombies."
"...Figured that couldn't change. You could just wait safely with me."
"I've got my own reasons."
"Can't be helped then.... Can't ask for more from the one begging. Still, thanks. Could've been an annoying request."
"Nah. Honored to guard a beauty like you, Yuri Sister?"
At "beauty," she didn't hide her pleased expression.
"My bodyguard's got a silver tongue."
"Just facts."
"Hehe♡"
I smiled along with her.
She was probably feeling relief from her safety and having a good guy like me around.
Meanwhile, I felt accomplishment at securing basic goodwill from a prime slave candidate.
'Now hunt zombies, rack up points, bang Yuri Sister, and prologue's done.'
Not much left to drag out this prologue.
'From now on, just bang and think later. Whew.... Did it 'cause I wanted to try, felt good, but don't wanna do more.'
The tickle of pure love from affection? Yuri Sister alone was plenty.
This was getting a hassle to keep up.