The Shameless Bitch
After that one gathering on the rooftop, nothing much had changed. Shouts would occasionally echo up the stairwell, but no one ever came looking for us on the second floor.
“Slurp, sluuurp…♡”
Thanks to that, I could work out now and then while receiving service from Lee So-hye. When I looked down, I saw her face as she sucked on my cock.
“Sluuurp… Is there something you wanted to say?”
Sensing my gaze, So-hye lifted her eyes to meet mine and asked softly.
“No. Just feeling good.”
“I’m glad you’re satisfied, Seong-won. I’ve been fretting every time, worried I might not please you enough.”
“You’re really good at it now.”
It had already been a week of this service. She came almost every other day, so of course her skill had improved. She had talent for it, too.
“I still don’t know if I should like that… or hate it…”
She gave a bitter little smile and stuck her tongue out again. Her pink tongue dragged slowly from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip, then she gripped my cock and rubbed the underside of the head with the full flat of her tongue.
“Mmm… lick-lick… slurp, sluuurp…♡”
Her other hand cupped my balls and gently squeezed, then released, over and over.
“I’m about to come.”
At my words, So-hye swallowed the head and flicked it with the tip of her tongue, as if begging for my cum. I was racing toward climax when—
“Is anyone home!?”
“Mmph…!?”
A voice suddenly rang out from the front door. So-hye’s eyes flew wide. The sudden tight clamp of her mouth pushed me over the edge.
Spurt, spuuurt—
Cum surged up my urethra and flooded into her mouth.
“H-hey!”
“Mmm… gulp-gulp…♥”
Even in her panic, So-hye never pulled her mouth off my cock. If anything, she wrapped her tongue around it tighter, greedily milking every drop.
“Sluuuurp… slurp…♡”
When I finished, she took me even deeper, sucking from root to tip in one long pull. The dizzying sensation made my hips jerk.
“Haa…”
“Kh— cough, cough…”
The head jabbed the back of her throat; So-hye hastily pulled off and covered her mouth, coughing. The voice outside only grew louder, as if it had heard.
“Haa, haa… D-did you like it?”
“Yes. It was incredible.”
I stroked her hair. So-hye smiled sweetly, then took my cock back into her mouth and sucked up every last bit of remaining cum.
Bang bang bang—
“I know you’re in there! Come out right now or I’m going to start screaming!”
“Tch.”
At the sharp voice from the door, I stood, pulled my pants up, and took a drink from the fridge to hand to So-hye.
“It might smell. Drink this. And try not to show yourself if you can help it.”
“Y-yes…”
I watched her rise from the floor and sit on the bed, then walked to the entrance.
“Hey…! Ah.”
I yanked the door open. A heavily made-up woman stood there. A face I remembered.
An Ga-hee, was it?
Same age as me, so I still recalled her. Then again, there weren’t many people in these studio apartments to begin with.
“What do you want?”
“Ugh, why’d you take so long when you were clearly inside?”
She stood with her arms crossed and one hip cocked, voice full of complaint. Her sharp eyes glared at me, yet she kept sneaking peeks past me into the apartment.
That irritated me enough that I shifted my body to block her view.
“If you don’t have any business, I’m closing the door.”
“W-wait!”
When I pulled the handle, An Ga-hee hurriedly jammed her foot into the gap.
“You don’t have to be so cold.”
“Who’s the one being rude here? Barging in out of nowhere with that attitude? You should be grateful I even opened the door.”
If it had been Ha Min-gi instead of her, I would have crushed his skull on the spot.
An Ga-hee’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Her fists clenched and trembled; I ignored it.
“So why did you come?”
“……Can you help me?”
“I’ll hear you out first.”
“It’s going to take a while. Can we talk inside?”
I thought for a moment, then shook my head.
“No.”
“What? Why not?”
“I don’t show the inside of my place to complete strangers.”
“Oh come on. We’re all in the same studio layout anyway—there’s no difference.”
“Still no. If you want to talk indoors, we can go to your place, An Ga-hee. Same building, after all.”
She chewed her lip. Clearly she didn’t like that idea either. The standoff continued until a voice came from inside my apartment.
“You can talk at my place.”
I turned. So-hye had somehow come right up behind me. An Ga-hee’s eyes widened slightly. She pressed her lips tight and let out a sharp breath.
“Why are you in this guy’s place?”
“Well… we’re next-door neighbors, and we’re close?”
“Close? Is that true?”
So-hye looked at me with sparkling eyes. I nodded. An Ga-hee’s brow furrowed. So-hye, on the other hand, beamed.
“What exactly is your relationship? Are you two dating or something?”
“That’s…”
“Information An Ga-hee doesn’t need to know.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you all right with this, So-hye?”
“Yes. Better than talking in your place, Seong-won.”
She had a point. I’d shoved the boxes into the corners as best I could, but I’d brought so much that even a short step inside would reveal the ramen crates.
“Then let’s continue next door.”
“……Fine.”
We left my place and stood in front of So-hye’s door. She blocked the keypad with her body and entered the code.
Beep-beep—
She swung the door wide and smiled.
“Come in.”
“Excuse me.”
“Excuse me…”
So-hye’s apartment wasn’t particularly special, yet it felt carefully tended. Completely different from my ex-girlfriend’s place.
Hers had been a pigsty.
Here, cute little decorations filled the space. Stuffed animals sat on the bed, and the dining table was one of those island styles.
A textbook ideal home. You could tell she came from at least an upper-middle-class background.
“You two talk. I’ll make some tea.”
“You still have tea?”
An Ga-hee’s eyes went round. In this world, the idea that anyone still had tea left was apparently shocking.
“Yes. I drink it often, so I stocked up. Just a moment.”
“……Thanks.”
The thought of serving tea to a guest was admirable, but not the smartest move. Better not to show how much you still had.
At least the food and sanitary pads are hidden somewhere out of sight.
That was a relief. If Ga-hee had spotted them, she might have started asking for a share.
“So what’s your business?”
“Do you know what happened on the rooftop after you two left last week?”
“No.”
“That blue-haired punk who said he slept too much and didn’t want to take night watch? He got into a fight with that gangster.”
“A fight?”
I had heard loud noises, true enough.
“Yeah. Calling it a fight is generous. The punk got beaten like a dog on the midsummer heat.”
“And after that?”
“The punk begged for his life. The gangster threatened that if he didn’t pay the ‘rent’ next time, he’d break something. I didn’t get hit, but I was in the same boat.”
“So you handed over food?”
“Of course I did—what choice was there? That gangster looks like the type who’d hit a woman without blinking. And the middle-aged wife next to him was practically hoping I’d get smacked…”
So she had somehow scraped together enough to hand over.
“Here’s the real point. On the day we gathered on the rooftop, the punk and I both gave up food. But today he suddenly shows up and says we have to bring more by tomorrow.”
“Didn’t he call it rent?”
“Exactly. Now he’s ranting that he’ll collect every Monday from now on. That’s why I came here.”
I crossed my arms and leaned back against the chair.
“Whether you hand over food every month or every week—what does that have to do with me? You want me to share my supplies or something?”
“Who do you think made us have to hand over food every week? You people and that fucking Kim Min-ho!”
“How is that our fault?”
“That bastard Kim Min-ho gathered everyone on the rooftop and made us start handing over food! And because you, that girl, and Kim Min-ho refused to give any, the burden fell on us—that’s what he said!”
I actually snorted.
“So this is all our fault?”
“Yes!”
“Kim Min-ho gathered people on the rooftop so the residents could work together against the zombies.”
I hadn’t liked the idea much, but I’d been willing to cooperate at first.
“But who opposed the security plan? You, the punk, and the landlord couple.”
Four out of seven against it—how was anything supposed to move forward? Of course Kim Min-ho gave up.
“We were allowed to oppose it!”
“You were. That’s why everyone ended up fending for themselves. So what’s your complaint?”
“I didn’t want everyone just fending for themselves!”
“Then what did you want?”
“I’m a woman! I wanted some consideration! For security stuff like night watch, men should step up more than women!”
“Hah…”
Clack—
A teacup was set down with a sharp sound.
“You look like you need to cool off.”
So-hye spoke with icy eyes. An Ga-hee flinched.
“……Thanks.”
I picked up the cup in front of me and took a quiet sip. The floral scent spreading through my mouth was genuinely pleasant.
“So what do you actually want? I’ve heard the story. Get to the point.”
“Do something about Ha Min-gi and the landlord couple. At this rate something real is going to happen. If you speak up, all three of them will listen!”
“No.”
“What?”
“I said no. Why should I stick my neck out for An Ga-hee? What exactly do I get out of it?”
She glanced at me, then fluttered her clothes. Through the unusually thin fabric, her underwear showed clearly.
Trying the honey trap?
If I’d been pent-up, it might have worked. But I already had someone right beside me.
“Forget it. If that’s all, leave.”
“A-are you serious?”
“Yes. I don’t need it. Get out.”
She would dangle the possibility and never actually let anyone touch her. A woman with that mindset would never pay the price cleanly.
“Hah…!”
An Ga-hee gulped the tea, then suddenly spat it all over the floor.
“Ugh! Euugh…!”
She scowled, tears welling, fists clenched as she glared at me.
What’s her problem?
“Please leave.”
So-hye put both hands on her hips and urged her. An Ga-hee had no choice left.
“Why won’t these damn shoes go on!”
She jammed her feet into the shoes with rough hands, slammed the wall, and flung the door open. Just before she stepped out, she looked back at us.
“……You’re going to regret this.”
“So-hye. Do you have a hammer in the house?”
“Huh?”
An Ga-hee hurriedly shut the door and fled. Silence filled the apartment for a moment.
“……Will it be all right? What if she tries something later?”
“What can a woman like that even do? At best she’ll drag other men over… I can handle that much.”
If anything, I hoped she would thrash around even more.
That would be more fun, after all.