A Lesson in Lethality
Back in the present, the muscular day laborer from Room 207 had already been beaten to a bloody pulp by Jihye. We dumped his half-dead body in front of his door and returned to Minji's apartment with Jihye and Minji. I told Minji to rest easy on the bed with her mother, tucked her in, and sat down on the floor.
Looking around the room, I noticed some antifreeze among the supplies we'd looted from the camper van. That useless piece of shit Juho actually brought antifreeze. The bastard seemed smart, but every now and then, he did something incredibly stupid. As I quietly reflected on the fight from earlier, I called out to Jihye.
"Hey, Jihye."
"Yeah?"
"I think we need to start carrying weapons even when we're just walking down the hallway. Take earlier, for example. If I'd just had a dagger on me, even if I got pinned like with that fast zombie at Suah University Hospital, I could've just stabbed him in the gut and thigh and ended it right there, right? And if you had your whip, a bastard like that would've been a one-second kill."
"Maybe not a one-second kill, but yeah, he wouldn't have been a threat."
"We need to keep our weapons close when we sleep, too. A crowbar can rip through a front door like this in seconds. We could easily get ambushed and killed in our sleep. What if a meathead like that Room 207 bastard holds a grudge and tries to break in during the night?"
"True."
After dinner, we pushed the dining table to the side. I lay down next to Jihye, who was lying flat on her back. But remembering how she had relentlessly pounded on me earlier made me feel too uneasy to hold her. Honestly, looking at her face right now made my dick go completely flaccid; I didn't think I could even have sex with her.
Seeing me turn my back to her, Jihye scooted over to my side. She partially turned away from me, pressing her ass right against my crotch, and pretended to sleep just a hair's breadth away. I felt a bit bad, but my dick didn't twitch even a single millimeter.
The next day. Today was Monday, March 21st. Not that dates or days of the week mattered anymore now that the world had ended.
Sleeping on the floor last night had reminded me of the annoying wooden planter sitting next to the dining table, so I asked Minji about it.
"Hey, Minji, what kind of tree is that?"
"It's a weeping fig. A Benjamin rubber tree."
"Does it grow fruit? Is it edible? When does it bloom?"
"It grows edible fruit in late summer or autumn, but that tree is too young to bear any."
"Just like your tits?"
Minji completely ignored my teasing.
After breakfast, I was relaxing on the bed, fondling Yejeong, when Jihye brought Juho over from my apartment.
"Why did you bring Juho?"
"I was thinking about what happened yesterday, and I figured Minji needs the strength to protect herself too. I'm going to give her some training."
Jihye pulled Minji over and handed her a small wooden stick.
"Pretend this is a dagger."
Using Juho as a dummy, Jihye began her demonstration.
"First of all, if your opponent is a woman, she'll either be around your height and build, or bigger. If it's a man, he'll definitely be bigger than you. Men can be broadly categorized into two types: slim builds and heavy builds."
Jihye continued her explanation.
"You're right-handed, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then you'll hold the dagger in your right hand, like me. There's the hammer grip and the reverse grip. For knives without a guard, like paring knives or kitchen knives, if you stab into tough skin—like a slab of pork—your hand can slip forward onto the blade and cut you. So it's better to use a reverse grip and press your thumb against the pommel. But with a guarded dagger, your hand won't slip even if you stab with all your might, so a hammer grip is better. It gives you better reach and more precise control, unless you're launching a sneak attack from behind."
"Argh!" Juho shrieked as Jihye jabbed him in the ribs with her wooden stick.
"The space between the ribs is narrow vertically but wide horizontally, see? That's why you have to stab with the blade held flat. Stabbing the heart works, but it sprays too much blood, so aiming for the lungs is better. If you stab the lung and twist the blade, the air escapes faster, and they won't even be able to scream. You need air pushed up to your vocal cords to make a sound, but if the lung is punctured, all the wind just leaks out."
"Do high school bullies learn that kind of stuff nowadays?" I asked, suddenly curious.
"I know it because I'm a cop, not a bully."
Ah, right. I keep forgetting this bitch was a cop, not a gangster.
"But why are you teaching her how to murder instead of self-defense?"
"What's the point of self-defense in a world like this? Even if we'd killed that guy on the spot yesterday, it's not like we'd have to worry about disposing of the body anymore."
True. Jihye was remarkably quick to adapt to this new world. That brought another question to mind.
"You divided people into four groups earlier. Unless they're around Minji's height, wouldn't it be hard for her to reach their lungs?"
"Didn't Minji awaken an ability too?"
"Yeah, she did."
"Then even if it's hard right now, it won't be an issue once she raises her stats."
"I suppose so."
"But why hasn't Minji unlocked a special skill yet? Like my whip skill or your Brand?"
"I wonder. The description for my trait only said branded women would awaken abilities, but it didn't specify when. You didn't get yours right away either, did you?"
"That's true."
Jihye handed the wooden stick back to Minji.
"Now, try it yourself."
Minji was small, but she was surprisingly nimble. Watching her circle around Juho was like watching a hamster on a wheel—it was actually pretty cute.
"What should I make for lunch today?" Yejeong, her hands politely cuffed in front of her, asked submissively.
Craving some meat, I told her, "Make some fried rice with Spam, Mom."
"Pfft—" Yejeong let out a sudden, involuntary giggle, finding my joke funny. Quickly straightening her expression, she said, "Then I'll make kimchi fried rice with Spam."
She looked like she might struggle on her own, so I ordered Jihye. "Jihye, go help Minji's mom cook."
"Okay~"
Minji still looked depressed after what had happened yesterday. After lunch, as I was about to relax, Minji suddenly poured me some grape juice and brought it over.
"Well, look at you, Minji. Acting like a good primary wife, are we?"
She looked so adorable that I patted her on the butt. Minji just stared back at me blankly. But just as I was about to take a sip, she suddenly lunged forward, snatched the cup from my hand, and dumped the juice right into the Benjamin whatever-it-was planter next to the table.
"Minji, why'd you give it to me just to take it back?"
She looked so gloomy that I couldn't even bring myself to get angry. Seriously, her mood was swinging like a bitch on her period. And she wasn't even on her period right now!
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While Park Doyoung was out in the hallway and stairwell doing his workouts, inside Jeong Minji's room: Choi Jihye, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and dolphin shorts, was lying on the floor, cuddling the small and cute Minji, who was dressed in a long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants.
It was a peaceful afternoon. Jihye, feeling bored, slipped her left hand under Minji's long-sleeved shirt to knead her breasts, while her right hand slid down into Minji's sweatpants to fondle her crotch.
"So small," Jihye muttered, glancing up at the chest of the handcuffed Kim Ye-jeong, who was sitting on the bed.
When Minji remained unresponsive, her eyes dead, Jihye seemed to grow annoyed.
"If you don't make a sound, I'm sticking it in your back door too."
At Jihye's playful threat, Minji meekly let out a soft moan.
"Mnh... ah..."
"Good girl, good girl~" Jihye cooed, delighted.
Jihye pulled her right hand out, inspected it, brought it to her nose, and stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of her middle finger before sliding it right back into Minji's pants. Yejeong watched this indifferently. As she got up to leave the room, she lightly but deliberately stepped right on Jihye's foot.
"Ow!" Jihye snapped, glaring. "Hey, lady, you wanna die?"
"If you lay a hand on me, I don't think Doyoung-ssi will let it slide."
Yejeong crossed her handcuffed wrists in an 'X' shape, squeezing her arms together and pushing her voluptuous breasts up, making them look even more prominent. Jihye shut her mouth at the sight.
Beep, beep, beep. The sound of the digital door lock chiming made both of them fall silent.
"What's going on? Did something happen?" As usual, Doyoung walked in completely oblivious, his head in the clouds.
"It's nothing, Son-in-law Park~" Yejeong cooed, pulling Doyoung's arm between her breasts. Doyoung immediately forgot any lingering suspicion and grinned like an idiot.
Jihye watched him with utter pathetic disdain, then turned away, having lost interest in Minji as well. Minji just stared blankly at the wall, her eyes hollow.
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The next day. Today was Tuesday. Looking out the window, it seemed like I could see a bit further. I pressed my face close to the glass to get a better look; the heavy, coarse particles blocking the view had thinned out significantly, though there were still plenty of fine particles floating around.
More importantly, since the nuclear war had broken out around noon on Saturday, we could finally start using the water from the rooftop tank starting at noon today!
"Minji, get ready! Starting this afternoon, I'm going to fill you up with creampies until we make a baby that looks just like you!"
Minji stared at me with a completely blank expression. She looked like some sort of cold, aloof beauty staring down at me, which instantly turned me on. Right then and there, I stripped her clothes off and blew a load inside her.
Once I was done, post-nut clarity hit me hard. Minji instantly transformed from a cold beauty back into just an ordinary girl. Looking toward the dining table from the bed, I noticed the Benjamin Franklin tree—or whatever it was—that I'd asked about yesterday was withering, dropping its leaves.
"Hey, Minji, what's wrong with that tree? Is it because of the lack of sunlight? Ah! It must be the radiation. Should I ask Juho? I thought we were safe as long as we stayed inside the building."
Minji remained expressionless, offering no reply.
After showering, I was resting for a bit. Then, I decided it was time to get that lazy girl Minji some exercise.
"Minji, put some clothes on."
She didn't bother with makeup, just tied her hair back in a messy bun and threw on a tracksuit. Sigh, I'll let it slide this once. It's not like I was actually her husband or boyfriend, so nagging her about her appearance would just be weird. To her, I was probably nothing more than a rapist anyway. I had at least that much self-awareness.
I grabbed my Hwando saber, handed Minji her dagger, and we held hands as we walked up and down the hallways and stairs, trying to make it feel like a date. For some reason, she looked exceptionally pretty, so I gave her a quick peck on the lips. She actually seemed happy about it.
We returned to Minji's room to rest. Soon after, Yejeong returned after heading over to my apartment to feed her husband and son. Seeing her, the sheer thrill of NTRing another man's wife right in front of her daughter got me incredibly hard. I pulled Yejeong close and took her right then and there. She seemed absolutely ecstatic, completely hooked on my technique, which was lightyears ahead of her husband's.
After dinner, Minji sat quietly in the corner of the room while I relaxed on the bed with Yejeong. Suddenly, the door swung open and Jihye walked in. She had returned to Minji's apartment quite late, having spent some time catching up with her parents.
I wanted to bend Jihye over too, but looking at her fierce, sharp eyes, my dick refused to cooperate. Yeah, let's save Jihye for later. It absolutely wasn't because I was intimidated or anything. Definitely not.