Chapter 8

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 8

Chapter Title: soso

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I sank into the living room sofa, endlessly scrolling through my smartphone screen. The world inside the display was pure hell—a total shitshow.

'Apocalypse Gallery'.

This damn community was the only entertainment I had, broadcasting the world's collapse in real time.

The video I posted of my 'morning routine' had sparked it all. Now the entire board was plastered with posts about me. Envy, jealousy, desperate pleas for salvation, and a torrent of curses. The full spectrum of human nature laid bare.

Among them, one nickname particularly caught my eye.

'Beauty Zombie Fuck Want'.

This was the guy who'd freaked out earlier, claiming zombies had swarmed because of the noise from my video. What a nickname.

The reactions were brutally cold. Nothing pairs better with booze than someone else's misery. I chuckled as I hit refresh. How long would this guy last?

And exactly one minute later.

That short curse was his last. His ID vanished. The comments on his final post flooded with RIPs, "lol rekt," "gonezo," and other shitposts.

"What a moron. Throwing a fit like that."

I clicked my tongue and set the phone down. Someone's death on the other side of the screen was just gossip fodder, like peanuts to kill time. The outside was hell anyway, and this place was paradise.

I glanced sideways. Sua was dozing on my thigh. Her face was languid, blankly staring at the TV after our intense romp on the bed moments ago.

I reached out and stroked her soft hair. The silky strands slipping through my fingers felt damn satisfying.

This perfect peace. This overwhelming sense of superiority.

This was the bunker life I'd dreamed of. While those bastards outside screamed for mercy, I showered in hot water and fooled around with girls.

Then—

Bzzz-.

The sharp intercom buzz shattered the silence.

Sua jolted upright in fright.

"W-who is it? Is that sister back again?"

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Her eyes trembled with anxiety. She must've thought Ye-jin had returned. Was she just that scared, or did she not trust my word?

"No way."

I shook my head and stood. That bitch was probably zombie chow in the woods by now, or curled up somewhere shitting herself to death after choking down the rotten ham I tossed her.

So who the hell was it?

I approached the CCTV monitor on the wall. My brows furrowed at the screen.

One figure in the entrance camera.

A small, petite woman. Hoodie pulled low, backpack on, glancing around the bunker entrance. Up close, she looked familiar—the girl from the photo in the note.

"Huh?"

Way faster than expected. She'd said she'd be here soon, but this quick? I figured at least tomorrow.

Trap maybe? I cycled through all the surrounding cameras. The woods were dead silent—no rats, no tails, no signs of ambushers.

She was alone.

Panting hard, pounding on the door like she might collapse any second. Too desperate to be acting.

I picked up the intercom handset.

"Who is it."

-Gasp... huff... I-I'm soso... from the note... please open the door... please...

Her voice crackled roughly through the speaker.

"Already here?"

-The c-car broke down at the mountain entrance... tree blocking the road... so I just ran... ran for my life...

Got it. Ditched the car and sprinted up this mountain path. Pure survival instinct. I liked that. I turned to Sua with a smirk.

"We have a guest."

"A guest...?"

"New toy."

I grabbed a pistol from the armory and tucked it into my waistband. No room for carelessness, girl or not.

"Wait here."

I left Sua in the living room and climbed the stairs to the surface. Step by step, the air grew chillier. Unlike the cozy basement living quarters, the surface entrance let the outer cold seep through the steel door.

I stood before the sealed primary blast door. Checked the CCTV again. She was slumped, catching her breath. No visible weapons.

Hiss-.

Heavy hydraulics groaned as the massive steel door slid open. Light poured in, along with the sharp, earthy scent of the forest.

"Ah..."

The door opened, and she staggered to her feet.

The real 'soso' looked even younger than her photo. Twenty-one, she'd said, but in a school uniform, she'd pass for high school. Round eyes, small face. Sweat-matted bangs on her forehead made her look pitifully cute.

"R-real... a real bunker..."

She stared at me, then the bunker entrance behind, murmuring in awe.

"Get in quick. Let me close the door."

At my curt words, she startled and scurried inside. I shut the door without delay.

Clang-.

Complete isolation from the outside. Silence returned. soso collapsed to the floor, gasping.

"Haa... haa... thank you... really, thank you..."

"Save the thanks."

I looked down at her coldly.

"Get up. Time for inspection."

"Huh...?"

"Gotta check for bites. And see if you're hiding any weapons."

"Oh..."

She hesitantly stood. Short. 163 cm, she'd said—right up to my shoulder. But good proportions gave her a dainty, cute vibe over just small.

"Strip."

"Here...? R-right now...?"

"Don't want to? Get out."

I nodded at the sealed door. She paled and shook her head frantically.

"N-no! I'll do it! I can!"

Trembling hands gripped her hoodie hem. Zipper down, shirt off. Pale skin gleamed, body slick with sweat from the climb. A tangy, oddly sweet musk mixed with perspiration teased my nose.

Sports bra. White flesh bulged against the tight fabric.

C-cup, huh? No lie there. Tiny frame, heavy tits. The classic 'bagel girl'.

Face flushing with shame, she undid her belt. Jeans dropped, then panties.

Full nude.

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I crossed my arms, appraising her like merchandise. Sleek, no excess fat. If Sua had a mature, voluptuous curve, this girl was like fresh, bouncy fruit—ripe but innocent. Especially her hips: narrow waist flaring sharply to plush thighs. Pure sensuality.

"Turn around."

She spun slowly. Firm ass jiggled. No wounds. Clean.

"Face me." She covered her chest and crotch, fidgeting.

"Hands away."

"Mmmph..."

soso lowered her hands with a whine. Unlike Sua's bushy mound, hers was nearly bare—a soft peach fuzz over plump, pink folds.

"Name."

"Kim... So-yeon."

"Twenty-one?"

"Y-yes..."

"Virgin, right?"

"Yes... really. Never even held a guy's hand..."

Her voice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shrank, face beet red. Sua had been a virgin too—not surprising. In this ruined world, having two fresh ones all to myself just fueled my conquest rush.

I stepped closer. So-yeon flinched back, but the cold wall stopped her.

"Gotta confirm."

"Huh...? H-how..."

"Spread 'em."

I holstered the pistol and reached between her thighs. She tried to clamp her legs, but gasped "Eek!" at my touch, trembling.

I lifted one leg against the wall. Her crotch parted wide. Fluffy fuzz framed tight outer lips. I spread them with index and middle fingers.

"Hnnng...! Nnngh..."

Vivid pink inside. Small, neat inner lips. Pale rose hue—untouched virgin for sure. I flicked her clit lightly.

"Hyaaang...!"

A thin moan escaped her. Quick reaction.

"Sensitive, huh."

"N-no... nnngh... not there..."

I rubbed her entrance, then slowly pushed in my middle finger.

"Ugh...! It hurts... hurts...!"

"Relax."

Tight entrance. Barely room for one finger. Walls clenched—rejecting or devouring. Like Sua's first time, maybe tighter.

Deeper, and I felt the hymen. Stopped before tearing. Walls writhed with my movements.

"Hnnngh... nghhh... s-strange..."

"Real tight. My dick might rip you."

"Hiiing... scary... gentle... nnngh..."

So-yeon whimpered, clutching my arm. Teary puppy eyes. Adorable. If Sua stirred protective instincts like a bunny, this one begged to be tormented like a pup.

I twisted my finger, scraping her walls.

"Haaang! Nhiiik! Th-there... ah, aaang..."

"Feels good, doesn't it."

Juices flowed, soaking my finger. Wet squelches echoed lewdly.

I withdrew slowly. Clear nectar strung out like a thread.

"Pass."

"Haa... haa... thank you..."

Her legs buckled; she slid down. I grabbed her backpack one-handed.

"Dress and follow. I'll carry your stuff."

"Y-yes..."

So-yeon dressed hurriedly.

We headed down to basement level 1. Me in front, her behind. "Wow...", "Amazing..." whispers trailed me. First-timers see paradise here.

Basement living room.

Sua rose from the sofa, spotting us. Their eyes met. Sua scanned So-yeon head to toe—younger face, rival bust. Her expression stiffened warily.

So-yeon relaxed seeing Sua. Another woman was comforting.

"Hi... I'm Kim So-yeon."

She bowed politely.

"Uh... yeah. Hwang Sua."

Sua replied awkwardly. I tossed the backpack on the sofa and stepped between them. Hierarchy first.

"Greetings later. Shower first. You stink of sweat."

"Ah, yes! I'll wash!"

So-yeon snapped to attention like a recruit.

"Bathroom's that way. Sua'll get you towels and clothes. Sua, take care of her."

"Huh? Oh, got it..."

Sua obeyed. Watching her lead So-yeon to the bathroom, I sank deep into the sofa.

Door shut, then water ran.

Two now.

Two dedicated onaholes in this vast bunker. Top-tier ones. Just imagining made my groin ache. Virgin, so break her tonight? Or 3P with Sua? Filthy scenarios flooded my mind.

Faint chatter leaked from the bathroom.

"Sis, this place is amazing... water just pours out..."

"Yeah... Oppa prepared well."

"You and Oppa... what's your relationship?"

"Me? I'm... Oppa's girl."

"Oh... I see... You're so pretty, sis."

"Haha... thanks. You're cute too. Big boobs."

Eavesdropping was fun. Sua wasn't territorial—good training.

Soon, the door opened. Freshly scrubbed So-yeon emerged in my baggy shirt from Sua. Damp hair, flushed cheeks from hot water. Smooth legs peeked below the hem, captivating.

Drying her hair with a towel, she approached.

"Oppa... I'm all clean."

'Oppa' rolled off naturally. She'd steeled herself on the way. I yanked her waist, seating her on my lap.

"Kyaa!"

"Smell good?"

I buried my nose in her nape, sniffing. Body wash and skin mingled sweetly.

"Hiiing... tickles... nnngh..."

She squirmed with coquettish whines. I slipped a hand through shirt buttons, cupping a breast. Soft, heavy handful. Thumb ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on nipple hardened it.

"Eek! O-oppa... Sua-sis is here..."

Sua paused mid-bathroom cleanup, staring. I grinned at her.

"Sua, come here."

"......"

She bit her lip but approached slowly. Jealousy mixed with obedience. With So-yeon on my lap, I pulled Sua close with my other arm.

Two girls in my arms.

This was heaven. Outside zombies could chow down—who cares.

"Party tonight."

So-yeon's face burned red; Sua leaned on my shoulder in resignation. If Rear Car Thief shows... three? Bed'd be tight. Stack 'em, I guess.

Savoring their soft skin, I pondered happily. Nights in the bunker would heat up, get messier. Loud one tonight.