Sharing is Caring
Juices dripping from a torn opening... Ugh, I'm starving. Whether the Haenggung Police Substation gets looted by scavengers or the cops who used to work there come back and clean it out, I need to eat lunch first. After saying goodbye to the Cat Mom Grandmother on the fifth floor, I headed down with Jeonga, Yejeong, Minji, and Jihye. I was so hungry that I couldn't even bring myself to think about the weapons at the police station anymore.
"Mother-in-law Jeonga, let's eat the fish cake bars and sausages we looted from the convenience store yesterday first. I think they're about to spoil." Once we arrived in Minji's room, Jeonga and Yejeong poured bottled water into some pots, placing one on the LPG burner and another on the butane gas stove. They seemed to be debating whether they should boil the fish cake bars in their plastic packaging or tear them open first.
"Even if it makes washing the dishes harder, tear them open before heating. Doesn't heating plastic release endocrine disruptors? I heard those environmental hormones are terrible for a man's sperm count. You mothers-in-law still want to see your grandchildren, don't you?" Hearing my words, Jeonga's expression turned peculiar, while Yejeong quickly tore open the packaging and threw the fish cake bars and sausages into the boiling water.
I wasn't a huge fan of fish cake bars, but lately, aside from yesterday's kimchi stew, I'd been living almost exclusively on instant curry or black bean sauce with microwaveable rice. Consequently, the sausages looked mouthwatering, and even the fish cake bars looked incredibly appetizing. Besides, for some reason, even though the stew yesterday smelled delicious while it was boiling, it barely had any flavor when we actually ate it.
Squeezing ketchup over the plump fish cake bar made it look fucking delicious. I took a bite, and the savory juices gushed out from the torn casing—ahhh. Looking over, I saw Minji nibbling on a sausage like a little squirrel. It was adorable.
"Minji, come here." When I called her, she gave me a petulant look but squirmed across the floor and climbed onto my lap. I pulled up her T-shirt and kneaded her soft belly, which reminded me of the first day we had physical contact. Her stomach had been just as soft and squishy back then. On top of that, she had been a good girl and followed my orders, so she only wore skirts around the house now.
"Whose skirt is this?" "My mom's." No wonder it was so loose and fluttery. She probably couldn't wear any tight-fitting skirts because of the difference in their hip sizes, so she had to settle for the flowy ones that actually fit. Besides, almost all of Minji's own skirts were for work. I suppose that company president did at least one of the few good deeds in his life—lending them the money for Juho's surgery so he could walk, even if he still limped a bit.
"Come to think of it, did you guys ever pay back Juho's surgery money? You said you borrowed it." Minji didn't answer. "Why the silence?" "I don't know." Right, as if there was anything you actually knew. I glanced at Yejeong, and she answered. "We haven't paid back a single cent yet. Our family was struggling just to make ends meet day to day."
Hmm, hearing that, he sounds like a pretty decent boss. Since both Hyeonguk and Yejeong had worked at that company, and Minji was still employed there, he must have known their financial situation inside out. Lending them that kind of money meant he probably did so knowing he might never get it back.
"Are you close with the president?" "It's less about being close and more that we've known each other for a long time. The elder mistress and the younger mistress used to call me over often. Especially when they were going to social gatherings." "Who are the elder and younger mistresses? His wife and daughter?" "No. The younger mistress is his wife, and the elder mistress is the younger mistress's mother." "Whoa... He lives with his mother-in-law? That must be pretty uncomfortable."
At that, Yejeong and Jeonga suddenly stared at me. Ah, right! Yejeong and Jeonga were my mothers-in-law too, weren't they? "I mean, that's just how it is for that family. My mothers-in-law are gorgeous, after all." Yejeong's expression softened at my words, but Jeonga looked even more miffed. Seriously, what the hell do they want from me? Complain about this, complain about that. This is why you shouldn't be too nice to females.
"But why does he live with his mother-in-law? Is the son-in-law rich while the mother-in-law is poor?" "No, it's actually the opposite. The land they own belongs to the elder mistress, and the seed money to start the company was provided by the late elder master." "Ah, so he was just a trophy son-in-law who married into the family."
"That's why the women in that household are so dominant. Their daughter is a college student, and she's into feminism or whatever. She cut her hair short, doesn't wear makeup, and only wears pants. She's the same age as our Minji, so I was always worried Minji would get influenced by her. That girl used to call Minji out and drag her around all the time."
Holy shit! Just like how a girl with a slutty friend is highly likely to be a slut herself, a girl with a feminist friend is highly likely to be a feminist too! Don't tell me Minji is...? "Minji, you're not one of them, right?" "Absolutely not! I hated her so much. She kept spouting nonsense about women's rights, but she always looked down on me and made snide remarks. I hated hanging out with her."
Right, only girls with rotten personalities become feminists. If I ever run into that bitch in the future, I'm going to absolutely ruin her. Minji was chewing on her sausage, her tiny mouth moving cutely like a squirrel stuffing its cheeks with acorns. I pinched her cheeks with my thumb and index finger to force her mouth open, then slid my tongue inside to steal the food right out of her mouth. Minji kicked her feet excitedly on my lap, seemingly thrilled to share food with her husband, which made me happy too.
That night, I slept holding Jihye for the first time in a while. It's not good for a husband to show favoritism only to the prettiest girls or the ones with the biggest tits. You have to distribute your love evenly to keep the household harmonious. Even children go astray and act out when their parents favor only one child, right? Well, I wouldn't really know since I'm an only child, but still.
The next day. It was finally Monday. Excluding today, there were only three days left until the end of March. Minji was sitting on the floor, stacking random junk like blocks like some autistic kid, so I decided to tease her.
"Minji, call me Oppa." "Oppa?" Fuck, that was incredibly hot. Maybe because I was an only child, but I had absolutely no immunity to being called Oppa. Getting hard just from her calling me that, I creampied her three times in a row as if I was trying to get her pregnant on the spot.
"Oppa?" Jihye, who had been watching from the side, tried calling me Oppa too, but my junior didn't even twitch. As expected, she lacks that cute charm. I guess being pretty isn't everything when it comes to women.
The next day. It was the 29th, right before the end of March. The radiation from the fallout hadn't dropped to a completely safe level yet, but if we waited any longer, someone else might beat us to looting the Haenggung Police Substation.
"Jihye, Minji." "Yes, Husband?" "What is it, Oppa?" "Since Jihye's workplace went under, let's go loot it." "Haha, why are you making fun of my company going under? You're unemployed yourself."
"I'm not unemployed; I'm a 'resting youth.' I know how to drive, but since Jihye has driven a lot, you should drive, right? By the way, what kind of driver's license do you have, Jihye?" "I have a Class 1 Normal license, of course. You can't apply to be a police officer with a Class 2. You need at least a Class 1 Normal or a Large license to apply."
"Minji, do you have a license?" "Of course not. Only kids from well-off families get those, or people who make a living by driving." She really let her poverty show with every word she spoke. I felt like I was starting to understand why she got bullied in school.
"Jihye, do you know how to drive a manual? You can still be a cop with an automatic license, right?" "You can get a Class 1 Normal for automatics, and all patrol cars are automatic nowadays anyway. But I got a manual license because I thought shifting gears manually looked cool."
"Looking at the grandmother in Room 504 and the old man in Room 503, it seems clear that Awakeners don't die from radiation, right? Or at least, they're barely affected by it?" "It seems that way, Husband." "Then let's just go the three of us."
"Can't we take my mom too? When I checked her last time, her tits and pussy looked like they belonged to a twenty-year-old." "What kind of daughter refers to her own mother's tits and pussy like that? Even a neighborhood whore wouldn't talk to her mother that way." "Well, what else are they if not tits and a pussy on a female? Does she have a dick instead?"
That bitch has no self-awareness that she's a female too. No matter how tough she acts, in the end, she's just a toy who can do nothing but moan under me. "Then let's take Jeonga-ssi too. It feels like she's been freeloading lately since we haven't given her much work." Well, maybe that way, Jeonga-ssi would feel more of a sense of belonging and pride in this group.
"Your dad—I mean, my father-in-law—has a car, right? If we have a lot of supplies to bring back, it might be better to take another car. The camper van seems like it'll be too difficult for us to drive." "As a former cop, I know a bit about this. The regulations for driving a camper van without the proper license are actually pretty complicated. If it's modified from a 1-ton truck chassis, you can drive it with a Class 2 Normal. But if it's modified from a van with 11 or more seats, you need a Class 1 Normal. Even if you have the license, it's pretty tough to handle at first."
To be honest, my license had been gathering dust in a drawer, so driving such a massive vehicle felt intimidating. If Jihye felt burdened by it too, then taking two regular cars was definitely the right call. "Jihye, go to your dad and get his car keys. I'll drive his car. Bring your mom along too." "Got it."
Just looking at Yejeong, her tits weren't firm and perky, which meant she probably hadn't awakened yet. If I took her along and she ended up dying like that old geezer in Room 503, it would be a massive loss for me. She was easily one of the two most beautiful women in this entire neighborhood.