Unexpected Reward
As soon as it happened, the surrounding zombie horde began rushing toward us. Their grotesque chorus echoed through the air. Tatatatata! “Groooaaan!” “Krrraaaawr!” “Khuk, krrraaah!”
Arrows rained from the rooftop with sharp whistles—shhhk, shweek, shwoot—dropping the front runners in their tracks. But the tide never thinned. Before long the first zombies reached the watchtower, only to be impaled on wooden spears that thrust out from its walls or have their skulls crushed by descending hammers. We were holding the line efficiently, yet the faces of everyone in Group B had gone deathly pale. A new sound was cutting through the siren from the far end of the street, something massive and unending.
At last a black wave spilled out from between the alleyways.
“Kill the siren,” I ordered. Even I felt my stomach tighten. I had never seen a horde this size in all my time playing WAW. The once-clean streets were now a solid sea of rotting flesh with no gap left to step on. The moment the zombies spotted us they swarmed the watchtower, slamming against it with every limb they had. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud! Arms, legs, heads—anything that could reach—crashed against the wood.
I shifted the long-range tower’s fire to the center of the mass. Pook! Thud! Thud! Thwack! Fwoop! While the arrows kept falling I summoned the Wooden Maul Tower.
Wooden Maul Tower
Grrrrrrrrrind. The moment it materialized, zombies latched onto it like ants on sugar. Bangbangbangbang!
“Wipe them out.”
A low, heavy whoooong rolled through the air as the gigantic hammer began to swing. Thwack! Crunch! Splatter! Crack! The first full rotation turned the immediate area into a slaughterhouse. A perfect circle of empty space opened around the tower as the front ranks were smashed into pulp.
“Holy shit, it’s even crazier in real life,” I muttered.
The grinding noise drew more zombies. They piled onto the Wooden Maul Tower, clawing and pounding. The wood groaned—creeeak… crack… craaack—but it refused to break on the first swing. The second swing, however, nothing could stop. Countless zombies were sent flying with limbs bent at impossible angles.
“W-we’re gonna get overrun at this rate!” someone from Group B shouted.
“If that thing goes down, we’re really screwed…”
“Should we just run back inside?”
“You’d get an arrow in the back before you took three steps.”
Their panic was understandable, but the defense was actually holding better than expected. Chips flew from the Wooden Watch Towers and entire logs were torn loose, yet fresh timber instantly grew back to fill every gap. The auto-repair function was doing its job perfectly.
“Blocking the entrance is easy,” I said, far calmer than the rest of them. Behind the apartment complex stood a mountain. Wild animals occasionally came down, so the residents had built a sturdy wall. The entire complex was already surrounded by concrete barriers; all we had to do was seal the front gate. The very wall the neighbors used to complain about for ruining the view was now saving their lives.
Since the Wooden Watch Towers repaired themselves, there was no need to worry. And if the Wooden Maul Tower ever looked like it might fall, I could simply use Tower Repair. A perfect fortress had been completed—at least for the duration of this zombie wave.
We kept the entrance blocked until sunset, repeatedly sounding the siren to pull in fresh waves the moment the numbers thinned. The fighting was so fierce I burned through every stack of Tower Repair. Only when the sun finally dipped below the horizon did I call Group A together.
The corpses had to be burned. Leaving them to rot would invite disease.
“Everyone wearing masks and gloves?” I asked.
“Yes!” they answered in a loud, motivated chorus.
“Gather the bodies in one spot and burn them. Be careful not to let the fire spread.”
“Understood!”
“Yes!”
A fire engine was on standby, so I wasn’t worried about an actual blaze. I summoned a Torch Tower in front of the pile.
Use this torch if you need fire.
I left the wood-gathering duty to Group B, this time under the protection of Group A. Time to rest a little. Even in the apocalypse, work-life balance mattered. This wasn’t a game anymore; it was reality.
I dismissed the Wooden Watch Tower. That was when something caught my eye among the mountain of corpses. I walked over and found a glowing purple orb lying on the ground. Swirls of strange energy moved inside it, as if different shades of purple paint were mixing together.
Essence of Negation
The scattered fragments of the curse have coalesced into physical form.
I picked it up and the description appeared, but it was far less detailed than the other essences I had seen. There weren’t even any instructions on how to use it.
“This is an essence? Must be from a new update.”
I pocketed it and headed home. After a shower I ate dinner with Auntie. Her cooking had genuinely raised my quality of life—maybe even higher than before the apocalypse. I sank into the new sofa and scanned the surroundings. The residents were piling the corpses together and burning them using the torch like firewood.
“They’re doing well. We can probably expand our territory all the way to the shopping district soon.”
Since we had pulled every nearby zombie in and wiped them out, the commercial area should be relatively quiet now. I’ll head over tomorrow. While I was at it, I could install a few towers there too. There weren’t any zombies left in the immediate vicinity, so leveling up would become difficult. Since the thought occurred to me, I decided to upgrade the tower that had leveled today.
“Huh?”
Unfortunately only one tower could reach max level. What mattered more was that the Torch Tower had gained a level.
“How did that happen?”
The Torch Tower was simply burning quietly beneath the twilight sky. It couldn’t have leveled just from lighting the area. Did burning the corpses raise its level? That was the only explanation that made sense. I had been wondering how to level it up, so this was perfect. Once it hit max level I would be able to evolve it into a higher-tier tower just like the Thorn Tower. It would become far more useful then.
I set the Torch Tower aside for later and upgraded the spear tower first.
Wooden Longspear Tower
Long wooden spears that stab enemies.
● Attacks once every 60 seconds.
● Auto-attack mode (can be switched to manual).
When I tested manual mode, not only did the range increase but the angle of fire widened and accuracy improved dramatically. After finishing the upgrade I resumed scouting.
I should probably go collect her soon.
Beneath the light leaking from one of the buildings stood Han Chaei all alone. Even in the dim glow her beauty remained undiminished. Fortunately, other than the bite mark on her wrist, she had no other injuries.
I’ll go get her first thing tomorrow morning.
At last the day’s work was finished. My tightly wound nerves finally relaxed and my body loosened. My heart thumped. The erection I had been anticipating since morning stood rock-hard. Take it slow, take it slow.
Despite my own advice, Auntie’s backside as she cooked was far too tempting. I sat on the sofa and leisurely admired the view. She had left the dishes to Group A. There’s no way I’m letting high-value personnel wash dishes.
When she finished cooking she turned off the burner.
“Thank you for your hard work. Would you like a cold drink?”
“Thank you.”
I handed her the chilled beverage. The pale nape of her neck made me want to lick it. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her there.
“Wait, I haven’t washed yet…”
“It’s fine like this.”
Auntie gave a small laugh, eyes curving playfully. “If you can’t wait, shall we wash together?”
“Uh… yes.”
I had already showered before dinner, but the offer was too attractive to refuse. We stepped under the warm spray in comfortable silence. Auntie’s body when wet felt completely different. As I stood behind her, my fully erect cock pressed firmly against her soaked ass. I wrapped my arms around her.
“Hehe, such a spoiled boy. Be patient just a little while we’re washing.”
Her slender hands slid from my waist up to my chest. Her full, firm breasts, slick with water, stuck tightly to my palms. Her sweet breathing tickled my ear.
“Mmm, I can’t help it.”
The water running down our bodies splashed against the floor.
“We’ll finish quickly, so just hold on a little longer.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Come here.”
She squeezed foam from the shower puff and ran it over my body. The touch was so arousing my face grew hot.
“You told me to endure, right?”
“Of course, hehe.”
She laughed as she stroked my chest. Then her hand suddenly gripped my cock. My breath caught.
“Huk!”
Her fingers slid along my length before pulling away. My cock twitched with disappointment.
“If you do a little more…”
“Wait. That comes later.”
She winked. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. Chuu, chup, chuuup.
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“I know. I’ll wash you quickly.”
She covered herself in foam, then pressed her soft, slippery breasts against my back and rubbed. The heavenly sensation made it hard to think straight.
“Haa… haa. How is it? Feeling less tired?”
“Uwaa, yes. Completely refreshed.”
She washed my back with her chest and my front with her hands. Then she sat me in the tub and even washed my legs. Finally she knelt between them and enveloped my cock between her soft, soapy breasts.
“Huk!”
“Hehe, you waited a long time, didn’t you? How does it feel?”
“Uwa, ah. It feels incredible. Haa…”
She squeezed her breasts together and moved them up and down. The soap made everything deliciously slippery. Chup, chup, chup, splash, splash, splash. The accelerating rhythm made my mind go blank. Even though she held them with her hands, her heavy breasts still bounced and overflowed.
“You like it that much?”
“I’m going crazy. I’m about to cum.”
Auntie smiled with a mysterious, happy expression. Seeing it only made my urge to climax stronger. Slap, slap, slap, smack! Smack! Smack!
“Then don’t hold back. You’re going to cum inside me anyway, right?”
Her expectant smile and coaxing voice pushed me over the edge.
“I’m cumming!”
I grabbed her shoulders and thrust hard between her tits. Smack! Smack! Smack! Right as I was about to explode she gently stroked my balls. An overwhelming wave of pleasure tore through me.
“Uwaaaaaa!”
Spluuuurt! Splurt! Splurt! Spluuuuurt! Spurt!
If she hadn’t held my waist I would have collapsed. The technique was devastatingly effective.
“Hehe, was it that good?”
“Haa, yes.”
Being held by her felt so warm and pleasant. But letting her have the last word like this somehow felt like I had lost. “Now it’s my turn to wash you.”
“I already washed…”
“Not everywhere. I have to clean every nook and cranny.”
“It’s fine—hyup!”
I hugged her from behind and ran soapy hands all over her body. From her shoulders to her arms, then I lifted them to scrub her armpits.
“Ehehe! Ahk! That tickles! Wait, wait!”
“Hehehe, Auntie, are you weak here?”
I kept attacking her armpits until she was laughing helplessly, completely disarmed.
“Hahaha! Haaahk! Ahn!”
Once her laughter turned sweet I moved to her breasts. I pinched and teased her nipples that had already stiffened into hard peaks.
“Ahng, you don’t have to wash there so much… haa!”
“They’re such a pretty pink. They need to stay clean.”
Even her nipples were beautiful. I massaged her back, waist, and ass as if giving her a full-body massage, then sat her on the edge of the tub. I pressed firmly down her thighs to her toes, loosening every muscle.
“Haaaah! It feels so good.”
I could feel her body melting under my hands. I tried to wash between her legs too, but she grew shy and said she would do it herself.
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“You endured so well, hehe.”
I stood her up, hugged her, and rinsed her with warm water. Chuu, chup, chuuup. We kissed while rubbing each other’s bodies to wash away the remaining foam.
“Hold onto the sink.”
I had her grip the sink and slid my cock into her pussy.
“Mmmh!”
Her insides welcomed me warmly, as if they had been waiting. I pressed my whole body against her bent back and kneaded her breasts.
“Haa, haa.”
“Mmmh, ah, haa, ngh, ahh!”
Slap, slap, smack, smack, smack! The sound of wet skin colliding rang shamelessly through the bathroom. Watching her bent over and moaning helplessly filled me with a sense of conquest.
“Ahng! Ahnng! Haa, ahng! Aaaah!”
In the mirror above the sink I could see her flushed face making sweet, desperate sounds. The sight made me thrust even harder. Jiggle, jiggle, slap, slap, slap! Her large breasts bounced wildly, colliding with her torso. The sound excited me even more.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Ahng! It’s too hard! Aaaah! Gentler, please! Ngh!”
“Sorry, Auntie. I can’t stop!”
I couldn’t slow my piston. Gripping her hips, I thrust with raw instinct. Her reflection in the mirror had completely fallen apart. Smack! Smack! Smack! Slap! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Akh! Hah! Haat! Haahk! Ngh! Aang!”
When I lightly spanked her ass as it slapped against me, her moans rose an octave. A massive climax surged forward. Not satisfied with just moving my hips, I rose onto my toes and drove into her like I was jumping.
“Ahaaahk! No! Too rough!”
“Huk! Huk! Huk!”
Despite her words, her expression had melted into pure pleasure. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Auntie, I’m cumming!”
“Cum! Cum inside, hurry! Ahaaaaaahk!”
Plapplapplapplapplap!Spluuuurt! Splurrrrrt! Splurrrrrt! Spurt!
The overwhelming pleasure made me hug her tight. Her waist trembled violently. We leaned against the sink together, savoring the lingering afterglow.
After cleaning up we lay down on the bed. We shared a light kiss and fell asleep in each other’s arms.