The Psychopath and the Minifridge
I stuffed all the food into the mini-fridge. Before, the old men had made it impossible to store anything properly.
"Auntie, let's stay here for the time being and watch how things develop."
"Is that really okay? We don't know when the zombies might break through the wall."
"You saw those arrows flying earlier, right?"
"Y-yes..."
"That was my skill. From now on, I should be able to reduce the number of zombies pretty quickly. Just bear with it for two or three days."
Maybe I could clean them out even faster than that. Honestly, even if it took longer, it wouldn't matter. We had plenty to eat.
"Auntie, let me explain skills to you."
She looked puzzled, clearly having no idea what a skill was. She had only guessed that I was the one dealing with the zombies. I taught her about the status window, skill window, skill tree, and how skill effects worked.
When she checked her status window, her eyes widened in shock.
"Open your skill window and read the name out loud."
"It says Survival Cooking Class."
Survival Cooking Class was a skill I already knew. It detected ingredients and told you whether they were safe to eat. It taught you recipes, and the better the dish tasted, the stronger the buff you received after eating it. If you invested in the skill tree, you could even make potions. Those potions were crucial. A high-grade one was practically an extra life. On top of that, you could create offensive potions with all sorts of effects. Among support skills, it was easily one of the best.
I scanned the surroundings from the Wooden Hammer Tower. Thanks to the old men drawing the zombies away, the area was relatively quiet.
Thud! Thwack! Squelch!
From the rooftop of the thirteen-story apartment, arrows and thorns flew out without pause. Every one of them pierced the heads of the zombies clustered near the shelter. The constant noise drew even more zombies, and they began to gather in groups.
Might as well lure every zombie in the area and keep farming them.
In WAW, running into zombies in wide-open spaces was dangerous, but encountering them inside buildings was absolutely lethal. They stayed quiet with no stimulation, then burst out the moment they heard a sound. That's why veterans deliberately provoked zombies before entering a building, clearing out everything that came rushing at them first.
Those old guys are probably dead.
The odds of them surviving were extremely low. Once they went into the apartment, they would have been surrounded by the zombies inside and torn apart.
Well, not my problem.
I pulled some snacks out of my backpack.
"Auntie, want a snack?"
"Thank you. I'll eat well."
"No need to thank me. Neighbors should help each other, right?"
I opened a bag of snacks and we shared them. Looking at her brought back memories of last night.
I hope Auntie helps me too. Especially with her body.
Without realizing it, my eyes kept drifting to her exposed cleavage. Fortunately, she was too focused on the snacks to notice. Her face was so beautiful that you'd believe she was a celebrity or a model. Even without makeup, her bare skin was clear and pure. Her figure was so breathtaking that just looking at it made you want to run your hands all over her and pull her into your arms. The sight alone stirred such intense lust that the urge to pin her down hit me again and again.
There's plenty of time. Let's take it slow.
Right now, who else did she have to rely on? It was obvious she'd end up as mine. The only question was whether the process would be forceful or willing. Despite those thoughts, my palms were slick with sweat.
This is why I'm still a virgin.
Objectively, my appearance wasn't bad enough to repel women. The problem was my personality. I wasn't very good at empathizing with other people's feelings. I could manage some empathy toward people I liked, but for anyone I didn't care about, I felt absolutely nothing. Well, most people were probably like that to some degree. Coincidentally, my nickname as a kid had been psychopath. Back then, my friends had only called me that because of my unusual personality. But as I grew up, that trait became more pronounced and caused problems. When I got tested, the results showed a very high psychopathic tendency.
So I really was a psychopath. But honestly, it turned out to be a good thing.
Who knew the apocalypse would be the perfect world for psychopaths?
In an apocalyptic world, psychopaths had the highest survival rate. And with an ultra-rare skill on top of that, this was basically my world.
Of course, after I get clear of the zombies.
Before long, the zombies had gathered again in the same numbers as before. Thorns rained down on them like water dripping from a roof after a storm, making a steady pattering sound.
Let's drive the zombies a little farther away.
I ordered the Thorn Tower to adjust its rotation to target the jungle gym more effectively. I also instructed it to fire the jungle gym more frequently whenever zombies approached the shelter.
Whoosh! Ratatatat!
Now I can sleep without worrying.
I probably wouldn't even hear the zombies' guttural moans anymore. I stayed close to Auntie and chatted with her about this and that. Eventually, the conversation turned to her husband.
"Does your husband not come home often?"
Her expression darkened instantly.
"No. Actually, he's never visited this house even once."
I hadn't known that. All I knew was that Yeon-hee Auntie was a married woman.
"Why not?"
"It's a long story, but... I was tricked into marriage. I thought he was a successful businessman, but it turned out he was a cryptocurrency investment scammer."
"Then why didn't you get a divorce?"
"I didn't have the right to. When we got married, he paid off my family's debts."
She said that after the wedding, she rarely saw her husband. He had already been on the run by then. At first, she thought he was just away on business trips. But every day, victims of his scams showed up at their newlywed home that she was guarding alone. That's why she had moved here by herself.
"Since he used the money he scammed to pay off the debt, I couldn't bring myself to ask for a divorce. It felt like I was just passing the burden onto the victims."
Now I understood why I had never seen her husband.
"You don't have to carry that burden, Auntie."
She fell silent. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room, then drew back the curtains.
"Look at this. Who could possibly hold you responsible for any of that? All those complicated circumstances disappeared along with the end of the world."
The zombies wandering outside with their eyes covered. The corpses of what used to be zombies piled up near the shelter. And the people somewhere out there who had already turned into zombies themselves. Everything in the world had met its end.
"From now on, just think about this moment."
The people who survived only needed to live for each passing second.
"Ah..."
Her gaze drifted outside. As if she had finally realized it, her expression changed, like she was letting go of something heavy.
"To be honest... when you saved me that time..."
She looked up at the shelter ceiling and barely continued.
"I thought it might have been better if I had just died then..."
I could feel her trembling through her shoulder.
"But now... I'm starting to think that maybe my real life began from that moment. It's stupid, isn't it?"
Watching her cry and smile at the same time, I couldn't help but smile too. I really must be a serious psychopath. No matter what she said, all I could think was how pretty and cute she was.
Nothing was holding her back anymore. Not legally. Not emotionally. That fact made me happy. Now I could make her mine completely.
After that, our conversation stopped in an awkward atmosphere. Time just drifted by until it was time to sleep.
"You should sleep first."
"Um, I've been thinking..."
She hesitated, fiddling with the hem of her dress.
"It's not that I mean anything weird by this, but... I was wondering if we don't need to keep watch anymore..."
"Huh?"
"W-well, yesterday I noticed that you don't snore at all, Suhyeok."
"Yeah. I never snore."
"So I thought maybe we don't need someone keeping watch..."
She kept repeating herself. The truth was, I had been hoping she would fall asleep first. I had been looking forward to tonight all day. My dick was already so hard it felt like it was going to burst.
"Still, there's only one mattress. Wouldn't it be more comfortable if we took turns?"
"It's... narrow, but not so narrow that we can't both fit."
Seeing her blush and avoid my eyes, I wasn't dense enough to miss the signal. My breathing grew heavy and heat flared in my lower belly.
So she's suggesting we lie down together on this narrow mattress? It will be tight... Has Auntie finally accepted me as a true companion?
Well, she was a woman too. It must have taken a lot of courage to suggest sleeping together. Seeing her embarrassed made me feel a little shy too.
"Then I'll sleep as well. It's more efficient that way."
"R-really? Yes! That's right, it's more efficient!"
"I'll turn off the light then."
"Good night."
"Yeah, good night."
After an awkward silence, we exchanged greetings. We lay down facing opposite directions. Auntie turned to her left. Even with our backs touching, I could feel how rigidly tense her body was.
I wish she'd fall asleep quickly.
My own body had gone completely stiff too. My dick felt like it was about to explode. I wanted to grind against that ass right now. I wanted to shove it between her thighs and thrust like a madman. But no matter how long I waited, her breathing never deepened.
Only after two hours did her breathing finally grow slow and deep.
"Hoo... hoo..."
My underwear was soaked. I needed to make sure she was completely asleep. I pretended to toss and turn, rolling over and lightly touching her.
Tap.
"Hoo... hoo..."
No reaction at all. I grew bolder, placing my hand on her waist and stroking her while watching for any response.
Slide. Stroke.
Perfect. She's completely out!
I ran my hand down her waistline to her ass. I gave her buttock a firm squeeze, then slid my hand along her thighs and calves, pushing up the tight-fitting dress.
Shhhk.
The side slit made it easy to slide the fabric up. I didn't forget to check her reaction. The sight of her lips parting with steady breaths made me want to kiss them. Instead, I kissed her ass and thighs. I stroked her thighs, slipped my hand between them, and squeezed.
I felt my desire swelling bigger and bigger. Just doing what I did yesterday wasn't going to be enough anymore. My heart pounded so hard my breathing grew ragged. Slowly, I pulled down Auntie's panties. Since she was lying on her left side, it was tricky to get the pressed side off. I lowered them as far as I could and took off my own underwear too.
To avoid waking her, I gently stroked her pussy with my fingers.
Huh?!
It was wet.