Chapter 3

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 3

Chapter Title: In the Bathtub

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After the intense lovemaking ended, the room reeked of musky night-blooming flowers and sweat.

I grabbed some tissues from the nightstand beside the bed, roughly cleaned myself up, and sat up.

"Let's wash up."

At those simple words, Sua—who had been clutching the bedsheets and gasping for breath—jumped in surprise and nodded vigorously. Her legs still trembling, she struggled awkwardly to stand. The sight oddly stirred a sense of conquest in me.

I headed to the bathroom first and filled the whirlpool tub with water. Hot water gushed out forcefully. The boiler hummed powerfully, spewing steam. This was a luxury unimaginable out there. Once I got the temperature right and sank into the tub, my muscles relaxed deliciously.

A moment later, hesitant footsteps approached, and Sua entered the bathroom.

Stark naked and clearly embarrassed, she covered her chest and crotch with her arms. Red handprints and kiss marks I'd left stood out vividly on her pale skin.

"What are you doing? Get in."

I jerked my chin toward the tub. It was big enough for two grown men, but I deliberately patted the space between my legs.

"H-here...?"

"Yeah. Sit on top of me. I'm not gonna scrub your back."

Sua hesitated for a second, then carefully dipped her foot into the tub.

As the warm water enveloped her ankle, some of the tension seemed to melt away.

She straddled my thighs, settling her ass against me. Underwater, the smooth flesh of her cheeks pressed against my groin. The soft, pliant sensation made my cock twitch back to life despite having just gone down.

From behind, I wrapped my arms around her waist and cupped her floating breasts with my hands.

"Your name's Hwang Sua, right? College student?"

"Y-yes... I was in university when... the zombies suddenly..."

Sua's voice trembled. I kept fingering her nipple gently as I continued.

"How'd you survive two months?"

"Nngh... I hid in my studio apartment. Cup ramen and water... ahh... rationed what was left... only turned on my phone once a day to save battery..."

"And that's when you saw my post?"

"Hnn... y-yes... food was running out, scratching noises outside... I thought I was done for, but then I saw Oppa’s post... acted totally crazy and just ran... haaht..."

The 'Oppa' came out so naturally. Survival instinct kicking in, or just her personality? Either way, I liked hearing it.

"Good girl. Thanks to me, you're alive."

"How'd you even build a place like this, Oppa? You're like a movie protagonist."

"Money, baby. Dumped all my crypto gains into it. While everyone called me crazy, I was prepping for the apocalypse."

I bragged as I kissed her nape. Sua let out a soft "Hnn..." hum. The warm water must've melted her defenses; she leaned back harder against my chest.

"Amazing... You were really rich."

"Rich doesn't mean shit now. Survivors are the kings."

My hand delved underwater, sliding between her legs. The warm water had softened her entrance. When my fingertip grazed her clit, her body jerked, sending ripples across the surface.

"Hnnngh! O-Oppa... there..."

"Feels good, huh? Warmer water makes it even better."

"Ah, ahn! Haaangh...!"

I slipped my finger inside her. No slick sounds underwater with her juices mixing in, but the tight grip of her inner walls was crystal clear.

"Chup, chuup..."

I sucked her earlobe and whispered in her ear.

"Sua, I can't hold back. Let's go again."

She turned to look at me, her eyes already glazed and wet. No refusal—she lifted her hips herself, guiding my hardened cock to her entrance underwater with her hand.

Offering herself up. What a good girl.

"Hnn... it's going... in... nngh!"

As she lowered herself, my thick glans parted her wet folds and pushed inside.

"Haak! Nnngh... so full...!"

Sex in the water felt different. Buoyancy made her body lighter, and the slick sensation enveloped me. Thrusting all the way in, I felt her cervix kiss my tip.

I gripped the tub's edge and started bucking my hips.

Splash, splash, slosh—

The sounds of water and flesh slapping echoed in the bathroom.

"Ah, ahn! Oppa, Oppa... hngahn! Too... too deep...!"

"Relax. You're clenching so hard it's tough to move."

"B-but... nngh! It keeps hitting... hiiiing..."

Sua's moans turned far more lascivious than before. Nasal whines that stroked a man's protective instincts and sadism alike. I grabbed her hips and thrust up harder.

"Ohok! Th-there! My womb... it's hitting my womb...! Heung!"

"That's the point. Squeeze tight."

"Ahn! Hnnngh! Oppa, your cock... it's too biiiig... nghk!"

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠walls clenched rhythmically around me. The hot water, her body heat, and the vise-like pressure threatened to melt my brain. I squeezed her tits roughly, pounding away with piston-like strokes.

Squelch, squelch... glorp...

Even underwater, her entrance stretched and contracted lewdly with every thrust. Her clit was swollen plump. I rubbed it with my thumb while slamming her cervix.

"Heek!? Ah, no! My clit, clit... ohoguk! I-I'm cumming...!"

"Cum then. I'll fill you up. Pump you full inside."

"N-no... wait, yes... nngh! Hnnght! Oppa, Master...! Ahn! Ahahn!"

Sua threw her head back, twisting her body. Her pussy spasmed, gripping and milking my cock.

"Cumming!"

"Nngiii! Ah, inside! So hot...! Haaangh!"

I unleashed another load deep inside, right at her cervix. Spurt, spurt. The vivid sensation of hot semen flooding her core.

We clung together for a while, panting harshly. The bathroom steamed with heat.

We got out, toweled off roughly, and threw on some clothes. Sua sat primly on a dining chair, wearing just one of my oversized boxy tees. Her damp hair clinging to her shoulders gave her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an oddly innocent look.

I pulled vacuum-sealed ribeye steaks from the fridge. Special occasion today.

Melted butter in the pan and slapped the meat on. Sizzle—the savory aroma spread, and Sua's eyes went wide. I could hear her swallowing hard.

"Steak... beef?"

"Yep. Prime grade. You wouldn't even see this outside."

I plated perfectly seared steaks with instant rice and some canned pineapple I'd saved. Sua attacked her food the second she gripped the fork.

"Munch munch... mmm...! So good... really delicious..."

"Slow down. No one's stealing it."

Watching her eyes well up with tears of joy gave me a strange satisfaction. I held this woman's life in my hands. Feed her full, let her sleep, fuck her. Perfect husbandry.

As the meal wound down, I fetched a small pill from the first-aid kit and set it on the table with a glass of water.

"Take this."

"What's... this?"

Sua wiped sauce from her mouth and asked.

"Morning-after pill."

Her face stiffened. A heavy silence fell.

"Ah... okay..."

"Can't have you getting pregnant. Not in this world. Not ready to be a dad either."

My tone was flat. This wasn't a request—it was an order. She knew what defying me meant. Sua stared at the pill, then picked it up with trembling hands and swallowed it with water.

Gulp. Her throat bobbed.

Good girl. Quick on the uptake.

"Well done. Gotta earn your keep, right?"

I smirked and picked up my smartphone.

"Come here."

As Sua shuffled over hesitantly, I pulled her beside me and opened the camera app.

"Taking a pic?"

"Yeah. Gotta brag a bit. Won't show your face. Relax."

One hand held the phone; the other grabbed her breast over the loose tee. Heavy and soft, filling my palm perfectly.

"Stay still. Gonna pinch a little—moan like you mean it."

"N-ngh..."

I snapped the shot.

Click.

The screen showed my rough hand lewdly groping her ample tit. Even through the shirt, her stiff nipple's outline was visible. Perfect 'Biting Lord' proof shot.

"Good. You're probably wiped—crash in there."

I pointed to one of the guest rooms.

"Use that one. Fresh linens, comfy."

"W-we're not... sleeping together?"

Sua asked, sounding surprised.

"Separate tonight. I need my space, you need time to adjust."

Truth was, I didn't trust her yet. She might choke me in my sleep or steal shit and bolt. Pleasure yes, safety never compromised. That's my survival rule.

Sua nodded meekly and headed in. Door shut. I went to my room, locked it. Click—the lock brought relief.

Lying in bed, I opened the familiar 'Apocalypse Gallery'.

Reading the real-time flood of salty envy and rage, I cackled.

It thrilled me. This superiority.

Outside was hell, but my bunker was paradise.

And now I had my very own slave.

Under the phone's glow, I grinned in satisfaction, thinking I'd sleep like a baby tonight.