Body Heat

'Should I pretend it was an accident and just stroke her?' My hand moved before the thought even finished forming. I'd already turned the lights off anyway, so even if I brushed against her by "mistake," she wouldn't be able to complain. I pressed myself tight against the auntie's back and lay down. Then, light enough that she wouldn't feel the weight of my palm, I slowly rested my hand on her ass. Warm body heat seeped into my skin. The auntie showed no reaction whatsoever. If she hadn't been asleep, or if she'd woken up, her body would have gone rigid with tension. Sudden contact like that couldn't be hidden. But time passed and still nothing. I traced the curve of her ass with my fingers. Her clothes were so thin that the sensation came through completely raw.

Fuck, it's so goddamn soft.

In my head I wanted to grab her with both ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands and knead her roughly. I scooted even closer until my body was flush against her ass. My hot, rock-hard cock rubbed against her. Shit, this feels incredible. Even then, the auntie kept breathing deeply in sleep. With no reaction from her, I grew bolder. The hand that had been caressing her leg slid upward and gently pulled her dress up to her hips. Before long my touches had turned completely unrestrained.

Fuck it. I don't care anymore.

I pulled down my pants and underwear, freed my cock, and rubbed it against her ass. So soft! This is fucking perfect! Still the auntie didn't stir. My greed swelled. I rested a hand on her hip, positioned my cock between her thighs, and slowly slid it in as if I were penetrating her.

Ohhh!

The moment my cock glided against those impossibly soft thighs, every nerve in my body focused on my dick. Wrapped in her warm, supple flesh, my breathing turned ragged. Just being sandwiched between her legs felt so good I thought I might cum on the spot. Hah, fuck. Her breasts are too dangerous though. I reached my right hand over her shoulder and cupped one. The soft yet firm texture of her bra nearly made my hand melt. No, I can't risk her chest. If I touched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a sensitive spot and woke her, it would be a disaster. Obediently I moved my hand back down to her ass, stroking her as I began an extremely slow thrusting motion.

Ughhhhh!

The sensation of my very soul being rubbed between her thighs. I hadn't even made a handful of strokes before the urge to climax hit me. My right hand wrapped around her slender waist and belly as I gradually increased the pace. This is so fucking good! Soon her thighs were slick with my precum, letting me move even more smoothly. Squish, squish. A faint wet sound began to rise. I can't hold it anymore. I took my hands off her and braced myself against the floor. Then, with only my cock between her thighs, I thrust hard and fast. Holding onto her would risk waking her. Thrust, thrust, thrust.

I fought back the climax, tore off some toilet paper, and held it between her thighs where my cock was nestled. Thrust, squish, thrust, squelch. Finally I gripped her hip with one hand and pounded like a madman. Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

I'm cumming!

My mind went white as I erupted. Spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt! Thick semen soaked the toilet paper wedged between her thighs and my cock, filling the room with the heavy scent of cum. Without caring, I buried my face against the auntie's back and kept rubbing my cock against her. Haa, fuck. That felt so damn good. If just being between her thighs was this amazing, what would it feel like to actually be inside her? My cock showed no sign of softening.

Damn. It's a shame, but this is as far as I go.

Any more and she might wake up, or the smell might linger and give me away. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠auntie really must sleep like the dead; she was still out cold. I wiped the semen from her thighs with a wet tissue. After one last lick along her leg, I pulled her dress back down. Lying on the floor, I waited for my pounding heart to calm. The auntie still showed zero signs of waking. It looked like I'd be looking forward to every single night from now on.

Already? The sudden level-up notification made me sit up. I turned on the light and opened my status window.

It rose faster than I expected. Leveling in WAW was normally incredibly slow. The first level came quickly, but after that the difficulty became brutal. Zombies gave almost no experience, so player levels tended to even out over time.

I'll leave the stat points alone for now.

For physical classes you invested in Strength, Agility, and Stamina. Magic classes focused on Magic Power. But with a unique skill like Random Tower Summon, I wasn't sure what to prioritize. It doesn't even consume mana to summon them. You only got one stat point per level, so I had to be careful.

Let's use the skill point first.

I immediately learned Tower Summon Dismiss/Re-summon. Now I could bring out the Hunting Bow Tower. First I dismissed the Web Tower and re-summoned it above me.

Grindddd.

The noise drew the zombies to slam against the wall. Thud. Thud. Thud! Like before, the reaction died down quickly.

Good.

I confirmed there was no cooldown on tower re-summoning. I'd bring out the Hunting Bow Tower right before we escaped. Time to adjust the plan.

The revised plan was simple. When we escaped, the men would go first. The area near the shelter was covered by the zombies' blinded eyes, so it should be easy. Once we reached the apartment, I'd summon a tower on the roof. Then the auntie and I would return to the shelter. The distance from shelter to apartment, plus the tower's range, meant we only needed to move about fifteen meters. Thirty meters round trip. While we went back, the men would pull the zombies' aggro.

What happened to the men? Not my problem.

I checked the Hunting Bow Tower's new level.

The cooldown dropped? It had gone from once every ten seconds to once every seven. It looked like each level reduced the cooldown by one second. Its power should be stronger too, right? I couldn't check right now, but I'd find out tomorrow.

I looked over the auntie's clothes. Fortunately no semen had gotten on her dress. Huh? While scanning the room I noticed the curtains. Lifting them slightly revealed a small window.

Fuck, that was close.

I quickly lowered the curtain. I had nearly made eye contact with a zombie. If I had, even closing the curtain wouldn't stop it from smashing through the wall. Once they spotted a person they tried to reach them no matter what stood in the way. Even now I could hear distant thuds from far away. The shelter walls won't last long against that.

Luckily the zombie outside had its eyes covered by spider webs. After checking the surroundings with the Web Tower, I saw that every nearby zombie was blinded. I cracked the window open behind the curtain to ventilate the room, then tossed the used toilet paper outside while I was at it. The auntie didn't even stir at the noise.

Just looking at her body made me hard again. I can't hold back. I pulled my cock out above her and started stroking. Being between her thighs had felt good, but it still left me wanting more. When I jerked off, though, I didn't have to hold back. Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

I imagined slamming into the auntie as I pumped furiously.

"Mmm..."

The auntie shifted and rolled onto her back, facing the ceiling.

Shit! I froze mid-stroke, thinking she'd woken up. But she simply moved in her sleep and let out another deep breath. Once I was sure she was still unconscious, I started stroking again. Seeing her bra peeking out from under her clothes made me want to grope her breasts. Imagining pulling her bra down and squeezing her bare tits, I sped up toward the finish. Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

Ugh!

Splurt-splurt-splurt! Semen burst out so hard it nearly soaked through the toilet paper. The load was massive, like I hadn't cum at all earlier. Hah, fuck. My cock still refused to go down. I threw the tissue out the window and used the tower to check the situation outside. Quite a few zombie heads had already been smashed near the shelter. Accuracy wasn't perfect though; some only had shattered shoulders or arms. There were also long stretches where no zombies were in range, leaving the tower idle.

The zombies have increased again already.

What had been only a couple ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hundred at first now completely filled the area. If a living person fell among them, they'd swarm like piranhas. I killed time until my shift ended. During that wait, another Random Tower Summon stack finished charging. I summoned it immediately.

Grindddd.

The completed tower was a Thorn Tower. Random summons worked like gacha—each tower had different probabilities. The Thorn Tower must have had a higher chance than the others. Not bad. It wouldn't help right now, but if I re-summoned it on the roof tomorrow it would steadily reduce the zombie numbers.

Confirming it was now 3 a.m., I opened the door.

"Security uncle, it's time to switch with this guy."

"Understood."

The security uncle answered with a smile. I went back inside, locked the door, and shook the auntie awake.

"Auntie, it's time."

She showed no sign of waking. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her, but she didn't respond. How do I wake her? Or maybe she really won't wake up? If shaking didn't wake her, maybe I could touch her a little more. I had the legitimate excuse that I needed to wake her. Even if she did wake up, she would probably let it slide. I shook her shoulder once more and confirmed she still wouldn't wake.

Her shoulder is insanely soft too. I wonder what her breasts feel like?

My hand naturally slid from her shoulder down toward her chest.