A Scientific Verification
Like a salmon returning to its birthplace, I stepped into the convenience store, only to be hit by a wave of rotting stench. Approaching the open-air refrigerators, I saw that the triangular kimbap, bento boxes, and sandwiches were all giving off a spoiled odor. The milk cartons and yogurt cups were bloated to the point of bursting, and some had already exploded, turning the shelves into a disgusting, sticky mess.
"I think the sausages and hot bars might still be edible. Let's take them home, rip them open, and eat whatever doesn't smell weird right away."
We didn't have a microwave, but we could easily boil some water in a pot to heat up the sausages and hot bars.
"Doyoung, there's so much canned tuna, spam, and instant meals here!" Jeonga said, her voice bright with excitement.
"Son-in-law Park, there are plenty of instant ramen and snacks here too." Not wanting to be outdone by Jeonga's excitement in front of me, Yejeong quickly chimed in.
"Oppa, there's a ton of water here too," Minji said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Huh?" Juho let out a bewildered gasp.
Well, of course he was shocked. Until now, he was the only person in the entire world who got to hear Minji call him "Oppa" in that sweet, honeyed voice of hers. But now? He'd been completely NTR'd by me. Keke.
"How much water is there?"
"There are about twenty packs in the back storage room." This little bitch didn't just stop at calling me "Oppa"; she was dropping her honorifics and speaking casually to me again. Well, she was cute, so I'd let it slide.
Six bottles to a pack meant roughly a hundred and twenty bottles. If they were two-liter bottles, that was 240 liters; if they were 1.5-liter bottles, that was 180 liters.
"Husband, there are plenty of 500ml bottles in the fridges and the back room too. Just at a glance, there must be several hundred bottles," Jihye said.
Since 500ml bottles came in packs of twenty, did that mean we had about ten packs of those?
"There's a lot of butane gas canisters here too, Son-in-law. *Ahem*." Choi Jihun chimed in, trying to take credit for the find. It seemed he had finally realized that he needed to constantly appeal to me to secure his position in this group. Keep working hard, Father-in-law. Otherwise, I might just bend your wife over and take her right in front of you. Juho, on the other hand, didn't bother trying to show off his contributions. He probably figured his position was already secure. When you've already contributed so much, there's no need to desperately boast about it.
"Father-in-law, how much butane gas is there?"
"Looks like about fifteen or so."
"You mean fifteen packs of four, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
So roughly sixty canisters. Choi Jihun, Lee Jeonga, Kim Yejeong, and Jeong Juho worked diligently to carry all these supplies inside the first-floor entrance. To prevent radioactive fallout from seeping in, we temporarily piled everything just inside the front door.
Meanwhile, Minji, Jihye, and I stood guard—which basically meant we were slacking off and shooting the breeze. I amused myself by squeezing Jihye's tits and groping Minji's ass. When I noticed Minji's breasts felt a bit larger, I gave them a good squeeze, only to realize she had stuffed her bra to create a bootleg fake rack.
While the Jihun-Jeonga couple and the Yejeong-Juho mother-son duo were sweating bullets doing hard labor, the three of us were relaxing in the shade. What a sweet deal. Keke.
"Jihye, aren't you going to help your parents?"
"I'm on guard duty, aren't I? What if we get attacked while I'm not holding my weapon?" Well, she had a point. There were bound to be crazy bastards wandering around at a time like this, driven by the mindset of "I'd rather die fighting than die of thirst."
"Minji, aren't you going to help your mom and brother?"
"I am helping my Oppa right now," she pouted. True. I was her Oppa now.
Once all the luggage was moved inside the first-floor entrance, Juho spoke up.
"Now, I'll cut the tape around your ankles with scissors. Throw the plastic bags that were wrapped around your shoes outside. Discard the plastic body wraps, your face masks, and the rubber gloves outside before you come in."
After we stripped off the protective gear and threw it outside, Juho went inside and returned with a few rags and a pack of disposable plastic gloves.
"Now, we need to wipe down all the supplies with damp rags to remove any trace of radioactive dust before bringing them further inside. Once we're done, throw the rags outside. Since we're out of rubber gloves, double up on these plastic gloves instead."
Once everyone put on two layers of plastic gloves, Juho wrapped packaging tape around their wrists to seal them shut.
Wearing fresh masks, they wiped down each item one by one. The dirty rags, plastic gloves, and masks were discarded outside the first-floor entrance, and the clean supplies were finally moved into Minji's apartment and mine. Afterward, the glass door of the first-floor entrance was sealed shut again with heavy-duty duct tape.
Yejeong, Juho, Jihun, and Jeonga, who were drenched in sweat from moving the supplies, asked if they could wash up with some bottled water. I gave them permission. Minji, Jihye, and I chose not to wash to conserve our drinking water.
While Yejeong was washing up in Minji's room, Jeonga crossed over to my apartment.
"What brings you here?" I welcomed Jeonga warmly.
"There are two people waiting to wash up in the other room, so I figured I'd use the bathroom over here. Juho is still handcuffed, so my husband is helping him wash."
Since I had handcuffed Juho again after we finished moving the supplies, it must have been a hassle for him to wash. But it wasn't like I wanted to waste my time watching him bathe. Still, having a male grunt around was useful.
"Just wait here for a moment. I'll be cooking lunch today."
I grandly announced that I would make lunch, eager to show off my manly side to Jeonga. I had years of experience living on my own, and since we had just looted a bunch of food from the convenience store, I was in a great mood. Time to show off my culinary masculinity!
"Minji, wash the rice and get it cooking." I assigned the primary wife her proper duty: making the rice.
"I'll help too."
Seeing her daughter, Jihye, just rolling around lazily on the bed and doing absolutely nothing, Jeonga felt restless and anxious. Well, in the history of the Park clan's bloodline ruling over the Korean Peninsula and the Japanese Archipelago, there was an ancient tradition: if a daughter couldn't fulfill her duties as a proper wife, the mother-in-law would step in to take the son-in-law's cock and bear his children instead. Even if we didn't go that far, it was only natural for her to step up and handle the kitchen chores, which was a woman's proper role.
"I'm going to make tuna kimchi stew. But we don't have any green onions or onions. No tofu, either. Let's throw in some canned ham instead of tofu. At least we have chili peppers and garlic."
I popped open a can of ham, sliced it up, and tossed it into the pot. Then, I opened a can of tuna, poured the tuna oil into the pot, and started frying the ham in it.
"Mother-in-law, please chop the kimchi and mince the garlic. I'll chop the chili peppers. I need the garlic first, so make the minced garlic first."
I couldn't very well ask a woman to handle a gochu—chili peppers—after all.
Tak, tak, tak. Kong, kong, kong.
I was using the sink, and Minji was occupying the dining table. Still feeling too awkward around us to ask for space, Jeonga squatted on the floor. She placed a wooden cutting board on the ground, sliced the garlic finely with a kitchen knife, and then cute-ly minced the tiny pieces by tapping them with the butt of the knife. *Kong, kong, kong.* Jeonga was wearing a knee-length skirt, and as she squatted, the space between her thighs peeked open.
"Give me the minced garlic," I said, seeing that she had finished.
I thoroughly mixed dark soy sauce, corn syrup, gochujang, red pepper flakes, black pepper, and the minced garlic to create a rich seasoning paste.
Click. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Yejeong stepped out, freshly washed. Although the bathroom was now empty, Jeonga couldn't leave. She had originally come over to wash up, but she couldn't just abandon the cooking midway.
Jeonga took out the kimchi—which was no longer cold since the refrigerator was off—and began chopping it into bite-sized pieces. I poured the seasoning paste over the golden-brown fried ham, added water, and brought it to a boil. Perhaps because she was so focused on chopping the kimchi, Jeonga's legs parted slightly without her realizing. Staring down at her thighs, I caught a clear glimpse of her white panties.
"Jeonga, wash your hands for a second and come here."
"Why?" she asked, opening a bottle of water to rinse her hands over the sink.
"In this apocalyptic situation, something urgent has come up that we need to verify for our survival. Don't you find it strange that the grandmother on the fifth floor, who looked like she was in her seventies, now looks like she's in her fifties? You've also gotten younger since we first met, Jeonga. Whether this is due to radiation or some supernatural phenomenon is a crucial factor for our survival."
As I approached her, Jeonga took a step back, retreating. When I tried to grab her and pull her toward the bathroom for the sake of this vital scientific discovery, she suddenly cried out and resisted.
"P-please don't do this! I have a husband, and I'm an ajumma who has lived twice as long as you, Doyoung. Besides, my daughter is your wife!"
Oh dear, she had completely misunderstood my pure intentions. To clear up the misunderstanding, I decided to bring Jihye along too.
"Jihye, come with us. There, happy now? Surely nothing bad will happen with your daughter right here, right?"
With terror in her eyes, Jeonga reluctantly followed me into the bathroom, feeling she had no choice. Jihye strolled in behind us, wearing an amused expression.
"Lift up your T-shirt." Jeonga, who was wearing a comfortable T-shirt since we were indoors, looked at Jihye with a tearful face at my command. Realizing she had no escape, she slowly pulled her shirt up.
"Pull up your bra too." Jeonga looked back at Jihye again.
"Jihye..."
"Mom, is Son-in-law Park going to do something weird to you? No, right? He said he just wants to check if you've rejuvenated. Let's just get this over with quickly so we can leave. Husband, you won't do anything weird to my mom, right?"
Jihye was acting surprisingly harsh toward her own mother, likely because she still held a grudge over the slap she received when they showered together a few days ago. Was that last remark a warning to me, though? Telling me not to cross the line with her mother? Jihye was seriously misunderstanding me. I was truly just trying to verify a crucial fact for our collective survival...
In the end, Jeonga squeezed her eyes shut and pulled her bra up, exposing her bare breasts.
"Wow..." Jihye let out an admiring sigh as she stared at her mother's bare breasts. They looked different from when they had showered together a few days ago. I reached out and kneaded Jeonga's breasts, checking their elasticity. "The firmness is completely different from Yejeong's. They feel like they're on par with Minji's or Jihye's."
"Let me check too." Suddenly, Jihye stepped forward and began squeezing her mother's tits as well. Her boldness was so overwhelming that I actually stepped back and became a mere spectator. Jihye then slid her hand right up her mother's skirt.
"Ah! You!" Jeonga shrieked, unable to endure this level of violation.
"Wait, hold still. We need to check how tight you are down here too, don't we? That's what females were born for, after all."
Hearing a female say something like that... wasn't that a bit of a contradiction?
Uwahhh... sob, sob...
Jeonga collapsed onto the bathroom floor, sobbing. Seeing this, Jihye pulled her hand out of her mother's panties and wrapped her arms around her.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd hate it this much. But aren't you glad I'm your daughter? If I were your son, this would have happened a long time ago. And it wouldn't have been with slender fingers like these, but something much thicker."
Jeonga stared at Jihye with absolute horror in her eyes. I wrapped my arms around both Jihye and Jeonga, pulling them close as I spoke.
"Jihye, apologize properly. I only did what I had to do for our survival, but you went way too far."
"Mom, I'm sorry."
Jeonga remained silent.