Good Person Cosplay
Good Person Cosplay
"It's been... a while."
"Yeah. Two years, right? Good to see you. Though the circumstances being what they are is a little unfortunate."
Kim Ha-yoon and her old classmate, Kang Ha-jun, exchanged greetings after two years apart.
But unlike Kang Ha-jun, who wore a bright expression, Kim Ha-yoon kept glancing at me with a troubled look.
Just as I thought.
If they were just old classmates, something felt a little off.
"Ha-jun, you know them?"
"Yeah. We went to high school together back when we lived in Suwon."
The sole woman in their group cut into the conversation.
She'd been radiating wariness like a dog that had spotted an unfamiliar creature, but at her companion's mention of prior acquaintance, she blinked a couple of times.
"I see. Nice to meet you. I'm Ha-jun's older sister, Kang Ha-rin."
"Nice to meet you too. I'm Ha-yoon's older brother. This here is Duljjae, and Hui-ryeong."
"Older... brother?"
Kang Ha-rin glanced back and forth between Kim Ha-yoon, Ha Hui-ryeong, and me, then tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
What was that reaction about?
What exactly was that look of utter disbelief trying to say?
"With that face, 'oppa' my ass...."
At that moment, Ha Hui-ryeong clicked her tongue out of nowhere and grumbled under her breath.
When I glanced at her, she just avoided my gaze with a sigh.
'...What's wrong with my face?'
For an impromptu move, it was a decent enough response, wasn't it?
Honestly, admitting 'She's my foot-wiper and a living onahole' would have been far worse than this.
Wouldn't anyone agree that passing ourselves off as three siblings is a lot more presentable than some sleazy master-servant arrangement?
At least if we appeared to be equals on the surface, they'd be less wary.
...No?
I couldn't make sense of it, so I just nodded slowly.
Kang Ha-rin shot me a dubious look but only briefly—she then offered a gentle eye-smile, as if deciding to let it slide.
"Ah... I see. So you're three siblings?"
"Yes, yes. We may not look alike, but we're siblings. Please believe us."
"I'll believe you. If the person in question says so, I have to."
While the two of us chatted amicably, Ha Hui-ryeong, apparently having decided to just let this play out, quietly began wandering around the bakery, checking things out.
It seemed she had absolutely no interest in Kang Ha-rin's group.
"Oh, right. This is Song Seok-jin and Moon Hye-min. Both were colleagues of mine at my company."
Kang Ha-rin introduced the two beside her with a smile, but the pair merely bowed their heads without uttering a word.
Their gazes were fixed intently on the crowbar and bat in our hands.
'Such devotion. You've hired yourself some very capable guard dogs.'
I suppressed the sarcasm threatening to spill out and extended my hand to Kang Ha-rin.
"Please don't worry too much. I have no intention of doing anything suspicious. Ha-yoon has a friend here, after all... If you'd like, we'll quietly take our leave."
"Hmm... was I being too obvious?"
Kang Ha-rin tucked her hair behind her ear with a sheepish look, a lovely curve gracing her lips.
It was an incredibly charming smile.
Bright and open, full of goodwill and free of any concern.
She wasn't even wearing makeup, but the fact that my dick was stirring right then made it obvious she'd charmed plenty of men before.
The two men at her side were probably drones ensnared by that irresistible charm as well.
Pathetic bastards.
"I'm not trying to pick a fight, but everyone's eyes were looking pretty murderous. I understand, though. Given the state of the world, not being suspicious would be the stranger thing."
"Oh my, you must have been offended, yet you're letting it go so graciously. Thank you. Seok-jin, Hye-min. You heard him, right? Stop glaring now."
At my words, she maintained her smile and shook my hand.
The guard dogs at her side shot me death glares, but I just ignored them.
Petty bastards. Getting all worked up over something like this.
"Honestly, when I heard you were outsiders, I was a little worried. What a relief to find out you're a good person."
A good person, she said.
That was a pretty high appraisal after just a few words exchanged.
Even though in reality I was nothing but a rape-obsessed fiend with a cock where my brain should be.
I wondered how soft that pale, fair skin would feel.
How sweet the tears streaming from those pretty eyes might taste.
I wanted to stain that smiling face with pleasure as soon as possible.
Thoroughly enough that she'd even cast aside her own brother.
I concealed my vile inner thoughts and spoke to her with a carefully amiable face.
"Even if it's flattery, it's nice to hear. But this is a bit out of nowhere—why did you come all the way out to such a remote area? It must be quite far."
"Ah... well, you see. We were late to the game too, actually. Most of the spots near where we live were already claimed by other people first... so we didn't have much choice? That's basically it."
Aha. So some of the residents were in a similar situation to us.
As she explained, they came out this far for every scavenging run.
Then what about that old geezer? The old man we met first—he was slick and handled things so smoothly?
When I subtly asked about this, Kang Ha-rin readily cleared things up.
"That gentleman goes out during the dangerous time slots. You know how zombies get more sensitive once the sun goes down, right? Yet he still goes out, risking the danger. Our group's philosophy is that we'd rather go far and prioritize safety."
Was that it?
Come to think of it, I'd met that old man around sunset too.
And the time he returned was nearly right at the 21:00 assembly deadline.
'So that old man knew it was dangerous and used us by suggesting we go together?'
No wonder he was excessively friendly. Sly old bastard.
"It's true that activity does pick up at night. But even so, this area—Dobong-gu—no, the vicinity of Hansarang Apartment is clearly abnormal. When the majority of them just ignore you even if you're talking loudly out in the open..."
"I think so too. The zombies are particularly docile around that area alone. But what's really strange is that the zombies this far out charge at you just like normal."
At that, I rubbed my chin for a moment.
If I wasn't the only one sensing something off, then the chances that someone was pulling strings were high.
Meaning, an Awakened like me was living at Hansarang Apartment.
A special one capable of exerting influence over zombies, at that.
That was the only explanation that made sense.
Otherwise, there'd be no reason for anomalous phenomena to occur only around Hansarang Apartment.
The bastard was probably using that ability to dominate the surrounding area and... steering anyone inconvenient far away.
Why the hell?
If they didn't like someone, couldn't they just use the zombies to quietly dispose of them without a trace?
Why go through all that trouble?
...Could it be that killing them wasn't the goal?
"Wait, then has there ever been a case where someone in the apartment suddenly had their group switched around?"
"Uh... there has been, actually. But why do you ask?"
As expected. I was starting to get a rough picture.
'Whoever it is, this is one seriously insidious bastard, huh?'
The bastard wanted voluntary submission.
That was why he was working people over like this, subtly and covertly.
Given that he was even reaching out to us, who'd only just joined, without hesitation, his greed seemed considerable.
'It's a little irritating, but... maybe I can actually use this?'
The environment he'd cultivated worked in my favor.
Now that I had power, food, and shelter, this was a golden opportunity to absorb people who'd been driven to their limits in return.
So playing along for the time being, pretending to know nothing, didn't seem like a bad idea.
I shook my head.
"No. It's nothing."
"Really? You seem to know something more, don't you?"
Kang Ha-rin, having sensed something from my reaction, blinked and pressed further.
"No way. I was just curious, that's all."
"Hmm... Still, if anything catches your attention later, please tell me anytime. Two heads are better than one—we might come up with a good way to break through this situation if we put our heads together, right?"
"Sure. I'll do that."
She still looked far from convinced, but with no grounds to press further, she stepped back.
We were practically strangers, so this level of distance was only natural.
"Well, Ha-rin. It's about time we..."
"Ah, right. I know. Rules are rules."
At that moment, the man in his early thirties who had been silently watching our exchange all along gave a pointed look.
Was his name Seok-jun...? Or Seok-jin?
Whatever. A man's name didn't matter one bit anyway.
"Um, I'm sorry. We got here first, so you all..."
"Ah, understood. We'll be on our way, then."
They'd arrived at this bakery first, so if they politely asked us to leave, it was only right to do so.
I had no intention of following that rule the Building Representative had blathered about forever, but this woman's case was different.
I planned to build up goodwill for the time being, so I'd withdraw quietly.
"Thank you. If we meet again next time, we'll yield to you then."
"No, it's fine. First come, first served. That's the rule, isn't it? Ha-yoon, Hui-ryeong! Let's go."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, I called for Ha-yoon and Hui-ryeong.
Ha Hui-ryeong immediately fell in behind me, and Kim Ha-yoon followed after, unable to fully hide her regretful expression.
Once outside, I draped my arm over Kim Ha-yoon's shoulder and spoke.
"Ha-yoon, you seemed awfully excited earlier. Happy to see them after so long?"
"...That's not it."
"Sure it's not. Anyone could see you were wagging your tail like a puppy that just found its owner. Right, Hui-ryeong?"
At my words, Ha Hui-ryeong nodded in agreement.
"She was, though. I've never seen you talk that much before. So what's the deal? Were you two a thing back then?"
"...I told you, we were nothing."
Kim Ha-yoon's brow twitched faintly as she frowned.
Displeasure seeped into her usually expressionless face.
Seeing that, I held back a sneer.
"Heh, fine. Let's call it that. But just remember one thing. That pussy of yours is mine. My personal cock sleeve. For my use and my use alone. If you ever get any other ideas and try something stupid..."
"I told you, that won't happen!"
Her patience finally at its limit, she cut me off and snapped back irritably.
Testy, wasn't she.
Well, at least thanks to that, I wouldn't be bored for a while.
Crushing a tender young crush was its own kind of delicacy, after all.
"Fine, as long as you mean it. Anyway, we're going to have a nice hard fuck again tonight, so get ready."
"You animal. Again?"
"We took yesterday off. So now we do it."
Heh, I'd fuck her until she passed out—and collect some coins while I was at it.