Chapter 2

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: Tokkigyongdu

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'Sizzle... pop, pop.'

On the heated frying pan, red splashes of kimchi broth erupted.

The nutty aroma of sesame oil mingled with the spicy scent of frying kimchi, getting sucked up into the ventilation fan.

I pressed the wooden spatula firmly against the rice grains, spreading them out, then piled on chunks of diced ham.

Pink ham pieces nestled enticingly between the red rice grains.

But this wasn't the end. On another burner, fried eggs were cooking.

One half-runny with a yolk about to burst, the other perfectly crispy fully cooked. Two eggs covered all tastes—no need to pick.

The bunker's food storage still had several crates of real eggs, not the frozen pre-fried kind.

In this ruined world, could there be a greater luxury?

I plated the finished kimchi fried rice and topped it with the two eggs.

A sprinkle of parsley powder, and it rivaled any Michelin restaurant.

I poked the yolk with my spoon, mixing it into the rice.

Scooping a big bite of glossy, flowing rice, I shoved it into my mouth.

Salty ham juices, crunchy kimchi bites, and rich yolk harmony.

Perfect.

Out of habit, I grabbed my smartphone and snapped a photo. I twisted the angle under the light to capture the most mouthwatering shot. Then, as usual, I opened the 'Apocalypse Gallery'.

The envy, rage, and groveling seeped through the screen. This was why I couldn't quit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the community. I scrolled through the comments, chuckling—until one popped up that stopped my finger.

The fried rice in my mouth turned gritty like sand.

Yeah. Why hasn't the woman shown up?

My mood soured instantly.

It'd been three days already.

Of the ten who got my messages, not one replied—not even a "I'm nearby."

Irritated, I flipped the phone face-down.

"Fuck... shoulda called 'em sooner."

'soso', 'Dildojalneutm', 'Tokkigyongdu'...

The women in those photos looked desperate, sexy, and above all, living flesh.

Did I post too late? Did they all die in the meantime? Or get jumped on the way?

Regret hit hard. Should've recruited sooner, even if it dipped the food stock. Eating alone was fine, but nothing beat someone across the table. Plus, jerking off every night was getting old as hell.

I'd said first-come-first-served, hoping they'd rush over. But now? The emptiness of this massive bunker ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stabbed deep. Only the air purifier's hum filled the 150-pyeong space.

"Ah, damn..."

I poked at the leftover fried rice, staring blankly at the TV in a funk.

'Ding-dong.'

The intercom shattered the silence—my heart dropped.

Misheard? No, clear as day.

I shoved the half-eaten bowl aside and bolted to the CCTV monitor. On the entrance cam of the split-screen: something moved.

A person.

I zoomed in. No hidden companions. Could be raider scout, but her ragged state said no.

Hunched shoulders, filthy clothes. A woman.

I hit the mic, pitching my voice as menacing as possible.

"Who is it."

She flinched on the speaker feed. Her mouth moved, but static garbled it.

"Can't hear. Speak louder."

"I... I'm Tokkigyongdu... Got your message. Came."

Tokkigyongdu.

Right—20 years old, virgin, pingdu.

I bit my lip, swallowing hard. She actually came. A living woman at my door.

But no dropping guard. Open the door, and hidden goons could rush.

I grabbed a submachine gun from the arms locker. The heavy cold metal calmed me. Safety off, racked the slide.

"Come in."

Remote clicked—doors unlocked.

The massive quadruple steel doors hissed open hydraulically. She shuffled inside hesitantly.

I hid in the shadows at the base of the stairs to the bunker interior, barrel aimed up.

'Thud, thud.'

Irregular footsteps down the stairs. Exhaustion? Fear?

Finally, she appeared at the bottom.

Way skinnier than the photo. Face half-gone from days of starvation. Baggy hoodie, torn jeans. Messy bob hair framed terrified eyes—sharp cat-like features, oddly striking.

She spotted me, saw the gun, gasped.

"Eek...!"

"Don't move."

She froze at my icy command.

"Doors closing."

Ground-level steel slammed shut. She was trapped now. A mouse in a cage—or a rabbit in my burrow.

"G-gun...?"

"Bite marks."

"N-none. For real."

"Gotta check. Strip."

"Pardon...?"

"Strip. How do I know no weapons or bites? Want to live? Do as I say."

I nudged the barrel up—her pupils quivered. She bit her lip hard, trembling hands gripping the hoodie hem.

Zip descending echoed hugely.

Hoodie hit the floor, revealing a worn bra. Not bad. Even skinny, those tits looked heavy. Firm B-cup?

Jeans buckle slow. Almost rushed her—held back.

Pants to ankles, she awkwardly stripped panties too.

"......"

I swallowed dryly.

Pale skin. Ribs faintly visible from malnutrition, but hips curved alive.

And between her legs.

Ungroomed bush thick and dark. Raw, primal—made my gut tighten.

"Turn around."

She spun slowly. Ass jiggled faintly. No wounds on back or thighs. Clean.

Face front. Blushing furiously, eyes down. Shame quaking her—stirred my sadism.

"Name."

"Hwang... Sua."

"Age."

"Twenty..."

"Experience."

"None... Virgin, yes."

Choppy speech. Scared but clinging to pride. Cute.

I lowered the gun.

"Pass."

She exhaled shakily, legs buckling. I watched.

Grabbed a water bottle and unopened biscuit box from the kitchen, tossed them.

She chugged the water naked, oblivious. Droplets trailed jaw to cleavage—erotic. Cheeks puffed hamster-like chewing biscuits.

"Slow down. You'll choke."

I kicked a prepped box to her feet.

Welcoming kit.

"Shower up. Toothbrush, paste, towel inside. Shower gel and shampoo stocked in bath—use plenty."

"Th-thanks."

"Wear the clothes in there. Panties and shirt included."

Hwang Sua clutched the box, headed to the bathroom.

Door shut, water ran with a small gasp—I checked CCTV. Outside quiet. Stair sensors nil. Perfect.

'Thump, thump.'

Heart raced wild.

Since seeing her naked, my cock strained painfully. Two months since real pussy, not tissue.

Shower stopped.

Dryer whirred, then door opened.

"......"

Speechless.

Hwang Sua in my dress shirt. Loose hem to mid-thigh, bottomless vibe. Wet hair dripped plip-plop. Steamy freshness overpowered the bunker's stale sweat air.

Flushed cheeks from vapor, shirt gaps teasing collarbone and tit curve.

Couldn't hold back.

Grabbed her wrist.

She startled but didn't fight. She knew the deal. Contract terms.

"Follow."

Dragged to bedroom.

Flopped her on the king bed. She bounced on the mattress.

Ripped shirt buttons open.

Why dress her just to undress? Hotter this way.

Pale flesh glowed post-shower. White lace panties clung precariously to slim hips.

"Haa..."

Climbed over her.

Cat-eyed glare trembled beneath me.

I crushed her lips roughly.

First kiss? Lips stiff, parted only when my tongue forced in. Clumsy tongue welcome drove me nuts. Sloppy saliva sounds filled the room.

"Mmph, mmph..."

Lips parted—string of spit stretched long.

No hesitation. Buried nose in her nape. Soap scent. Living human. Licked down her neckline—she bucked like a live fish.

"Hngh, eek..."

To tits. Grabbed a perky mound. Soft skin squeezed between fingers. Thumb circled pink nipple—hardened prominent. Mouth engulfed, sucked hard.

"Heeng! Ah, hurts..."

Nasal moan burst.

Hurts? Endure. You're my slave.

Pinched other nipple, rolled the sucked one with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tongue.

"Chup, slurp. Churrup."

"Hngh, haaah...!"

Moans shifted. Pain to pleasure—I caught it.

Hand down.

Cupped mound over panties. Warm.

Fingers slipped under waistband, probed labia.

Still tight. Tense?

Yanked panties to ankles, off. Naked now.

Pink slit through thick bush.

Face-planted there.

"Eek?! N-not there...!"

She panicked, shoved my head—I gripped thighs, spread wide.

Nose in, inhaled deep.

Musk, faint fishy-sweet pussy juice.

Tongue flicked clit.

"Hyaaang!"

Instant reaction.

Went full—tongue parted closed lips, assaulted swollen clit.

"Churrup, lap, chuuup!"

"Ah, ang! Haaang! W-weird... ng, hng!"

Hips bucked. Shoving hands now clutched my hair.

Clear nectar trickled from hole, wetting my chin.

Two fingers plunged into slick entrance.

"Huuung! Ah, aaaang! F-full... eung!"

Tight. Hot. Two fingers strained it.

Inner walls gripped hard. Nice.

Crooked fingers scraped walls, tongue tormented clit.

"Ooh, ogo! Huuung... hik! I... hng, ang!"

Body quivered. Inner thighs spasmed. Close?

But no letting her cum yet.

Pulled head up, undid belt. Freed throbbing cock.

Veins bulging, glans red-hot.

Her eyes widened.

"Suck."

Swallowed hard, sat up slow. Trembling hand gripped. Hot, moist touch.

Parted lips cautiously, engulfed red glans.

Warm tight mouth enveloped me.

"Hng... chup..."

Amateur. Teeth grazed, tongue clumsy. But desperation to survive, not be discarded? Insane turn-on.

"Deeper. Open throat."

"Gulp... mmph..."

Grabbed her hair, thrust hips. Throat bobbed.

Plenty wet now—I laid her back.

Positioned between legs. Rubbed glans on slick hole.

"Haa, th-that... too big... hng..."

Terror in eyes staring down.

No mercy.

Gripped hips, slammed in.

"Urghk-!"

Near-scream.

Rip of membrane, cock forced narrow path.

Mind-melting squeeze.

Goosebumps electrified spine to brain.

"Huuu..."

Bottomed out—cervix kissed tip.

Hwang Sua panted, teary-eyed, mouth agape in pain.

Paused for adjustment. Walls molded to me, clenched tight.

"Hoo... moving now."

Slow pull-out, hard thrust back.

'Slap, smack!'

Flesh collided lewdly.

"Haaaang! Ah, ang! Hurts, ouch... eung!"

"Relax. Less pain."

"U, ung... haaang! Too deep... uhk!"

Ramped speed.

Pistoning faster, pussy sloshed slick.

Squelch, squish, smack! Smack!

"Aang! Ung! Ang! O-Oppa... ah, Master... huung!"

Master. Unguided—good girl.

Excitement peaked.

Hooked legs over shoulders, pounded deeper, harder.

"Like it? Gotta earn your keep, Sua."

"Y-yes, ung! Good, hng! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠So full... huung! Head's shaking... ogo!"

Head thrashed pillow. Eyes rolled, drool leaked.

First time, yet innate slut.

Grip insane. Pleasure near-breaking.

"Cumming. Inside."

"Ah, no... ung! Haaaang! C-cum... fill me... huuung!"

Her okay—final sprint.

Deepest thrust, glans at cervix, shuddered.

"Kruuugh!"

Hot cum gushed.

Each pulse, her walls spasmed, milking.

"Haaaaang-! Hot... inside, hot stuff... ung, uuung...!"

Nasal wail, body arched bow-like then slumped.

Panting rough, collapsed atop her.

Sweaty tits pressed, heartbeats synced.

Pussy flooded warm with my seed, her body heat in my arms.

This.

Proof I'm alive.

"Hoo..."

Lifted head, looked down.

Teary eyes gazed up, ragged breaths—Hwang Sua.

Unlike the hell outside, the bunker's night finally heated up.