Change in Relationship
Change in Relationship
The next day.
Faint light seeped through the curtains, and the chirping of birds drifted in from beyond the window.
I shook off the haze of sleep and slowly opened my eyes.
Through my blurry vision, the ceiling looked the same as always.
So far, same as any other morning.
If there was a difference, it was that I wasn't alone right now.
A woman radiating warmth was pressed flush against my side, deep in slumber.
Just like back in the convenience store storage room, she was clinging tightly, her soft skin rubbing against mine.
Except, unlike then, she wasn't wearing any cumbersome clothes. She was completely naked—not a single thread.
Taking it all in again sent a tingle through my chest.
It felt like last night's dreamlike sex hadn't just been a one-off fantasy, and for some reason, the feeling was a little strange.
"....."
I reached out and groped her chest.
Carefully, so as not to wake her.
"Mmn..."
The soft, yielding sensation was like touching a baby's cheek.
Even though I'd damn near exhausted myself enjoying it, I still wasn't sick of it at all.
'Should I stop here?'
But only for a moment. I slowly sat up.
Fortunately, she only murmured in a small voice and didn't show any real reaction.
She wasn't clinging so tightly that it was hard to escape like before, so I slipped away from her side without trouble.
'Ah fuck, I'm so stiff.'
Feeling the dull ache in my lower back, I stretched quickly.
Probably because I got carried away last night and kept fucking without a break until we both collapsed—my whole body creaked.
Yet, surprisingly, there was zero fatigue.
The drained feeling had melted away like snow, and if anything, I was in peak condition.
I threw on the padded jacket scattered on the floor and slipped out of the room as quietly as possible.
Then, I grabbed the cigarettes left in the living room and headed to the veranda.
Flick.
"Pwaaah..."
I lit it casually and took a deep drag.
Acrid, harsh smoke poured out, and a languid feeling settled over my head.
While I was taking my time with the morning cigarette.
"What, you were out here?"
Rumble, the veranda door slid open, and Ha Hui-ryeong poked her face out.
Wearing nothing but a hoodie, she sidled up to me.
"I was surprised when I woke up and you weren't there. Next time, tell me before you go somewhere."
And then she grumbled in a sulky tone.
I glanced at her sideways and answered.
"How am I supposed to wake someone who's sleeping?"
"Just wake me up. Wake me up and tell me anyway."
Was she anxious because she'd opened her eyes to find no one there, or was she already trying to train me for the future?
Ha Hui-ryeong was being somewhat forceful.
As if she wouldn't back down until I agreed.
With a very fierce attitude.
So I gave her the answer she wanted.
"Alright. I'll do that from now on."
Only then did Ha Hui-ryeong's lips curl up faintly, as if satisfied.
I scanned her up and down, then gestured with my chin at the clothes she was wearing.
"But isn't that my shirt?"
"What does it matter now? At this point, your clothes are my clothes."
Well, if that's how it is.
I just let it go without much thought.
Besides, the sight of her bare legs was turning me on again, so I figured I'd just leave her be.
I exhaled a long stream of smoke once more.
She, gauging my mood, cautiously pulled over a plastic chair and sat down beside me.
Seeing her act like that—when she normally never hesitated—made me feel awkward for no reason.
"There's a chair. Why are you standing while you smoke?"
"Habit. A habit."
It was a habit drilled into me during my military service.
That lunatic Park Sang-byeong kept pulling pointless bullshit, so I just settled into the habit of always standing when I smoke.
"Hmm... whatever. Give me one too."
"Didn't you quit smoking?"
"Seeing you smoke made me crave one for some reason."
Well, if that's the case.
I readily took one out of the pack and handed it to her.
Anyway, I had a surplus from the convenience store, so it wasn't like I was being stingy.
"Here."
"Oh, thanks."
Ha Hui-ryeong put the cigarette in her mouth and waved it at me.
A gesture asking me to light it.
...Been a while since I did this too.
Though, unlike before, I didn't feel any aversion.
A more familiar feeling, maybe?
Perhaps I'd already started to catch feelings after fucking.
I let out a sigh, like I couldn't help it, and brought the lighter to her cigarette.
Flick.
"Sssssp... Hack, kehek...! Ugh, shit...! H-hey...! This is fucking strong! And there's no capsule either?"
As soon as I lit it, she took a lungful of smoke, then immediately burst into a fit of harsh coughing.
Come to think of it, she didn't smoke often and only smoked the weak, menthol ones.
Hm... The complete opposite of me now.
"I don't really smoke menthols."
"But don't you have some in the stuff you brought?"
"Then go get them and smoke those. I prefer these."
At my words, Ha Hui-ryeong glared at me with a sulky look for a moment, then brought the cigarette back to her lips, feigning indifference.
"Forget it. I'll get used to it."
"You don't have to force yourself to match me."
"...Why would I match myself to you? It's just a whim. A whim. Like always."
Ah, kehek, hack...
Watching Ha Hui-ryeong cling stubbornly to her obstinacy, a small chuckle escaped me.
Wasn't it truly baffling, the way she kept smoking a cigarette that didn't even suit her, struggling through every drag?
It wasn't like her.
Normally, she was someone with firm opinions who would clearly say if she disliked something.
But now—how should I put it—she felt like she was trying too hard to adapt to me.
Even the glances she kept stealing at me were on my mind.
'Is it because of the sex yesterday?'
All these changes could just be because she feels awkward.
Not knowing what to do, what attitude to take.
Trying to act normal, but it just wasn't working out the way she wanted.
Because last night's events were embarrassing and shameful.
Maybe that's why.
Especially since she was a virgin until recently—that'd make her even more unsettled.
Whatever the process, the first time—it stays in your memory the longest.
Hadn't even my own attitude toward her changed?
I'd become more unreserved, and I didn't find her as detestable as before.
So, thinking about it again, it wasn't like I couldn't understand.
'Whatever, forget it. Either way, they're still my fuckhouse, so who cares.'
I shoved the pointless thoughts that had suddenly arisen into a corner of my mind and turned away from her to look out the window.
The outside scenery was relatively quiet compared to the previous day.
The zombies that had been swarming like cockroaches had thinned out considerably—maybe they'd moved elsewhere.
Maybe because of that, I caught a rare glimpse of people who weren't zombies.
A group made up of a man, a woman, and three children. At a glance, I could tell they were a family.
They were cautiously trying to move toward the entrance where the convenience store was, wary of their surroundings.
But the young children held them back.
At the sudden sound of a child tripping and crying, zombies instantly swarmed in, forming a perimeter.
The man, who seemed to be the father, fought back valiantly, but even that was nothing more than feeble resistance.
Soon, the sounds of flesh being torn, screams, and wailing echoed loudly.
Thus, it didn't even take five full minutes for the entire family to be annihilated.
"...."
That was when it happened.
Ha Hui-ryeong, who had been watching the entire spectacle without missing a thing, suddenly grabbed my hand.
I was about to ask why, but the trembling—the anxiety—transmitted through our clasped hands, so I didn't bother speaking first.
How much time passed like that, without a single word?
She gently tugged on my hand and looked up at me with eyes that already seemed frightened.
"...We're going to rescue my mom, right?"
Trembling hands. A faint voice. Shaking pupils.
I chuckled and answered quietly.
"We'll go. Because that was the promise. But before that..."
"...Before that?"
To her tilted head and questioning look, instead of an answer, I thrust my erect cock at her.
Realizing what this act meant, she immediately narrowed her sharp eyes.
"Do you really have to? After all that yesterday, again?"
"A day has passed. I'll keep my word, so you keep yours."
"...You perverted bastard."
Ha Hui-ryeong bit her tightly shut lips.
But only for a moment. As if she'd made up her mind, she carefully took my cock in her hand.
"H-how do you want me to do it?"
"What do you mean, how? Suck it with that mouth."
"Ugh... this thing?"
"Why, is it dirty?"
"You're stating the obvious... it really is hideously shaped."
"But you were clinging to it so passionately yesterday, and now sucking it is a problem, huh."
"Y-yesterday, I wasn't in my right mind either... A-anyway! If I suck it and you cum once, that's it, right?"
When I nodded, she hesitated, then slowly brought her lips to it.
Soon, the glans pushed past the mucous membrane and settled into the warm, sticky mouth hole.
"Ohh..."
Her rough tongue licked the glans this way and that inside her mouth.
At the unfamiliar sensation—so different from a pussy—a moan escaped me involuntarily.
"It's clumsy, but... it's kind of nice. Yeah, I like it."
"Schlrp... Pwah... Really?"
Seeing her pull my dick out of her mouth to ask my opinion, a strange feeling washed over me.
How should I put it.
After the zombie outbreak, her mouth was still foul, but when I actually asked her for something, she obeyed meekly.
The woman I knew as Ha Hui-ryeong was violent like a beast, hot-tempered, and about as far from obedient as you could get.
Compared to the past, when she was like the incarnation of violence, this was tremendous progress.
"Don't ask. Just keep going."
"Gllk...!"
This time, I shoved it into her mouth somewhat forcibly.
Probably because I went in deeper than just the glans, she reacted like she found it overwhelming.
But that was all.
While a sense of superiority swelled up seeing her struggling to suck my dick with a humiliated look on her face, the actual pleasure was nothing compared to fucking a pussy.
Since it was her first time doing fellatio, she was clumsy and it felt lukewarm.
'This isn't going to last long either.'
She already seemed to be straining quite a bit.
I had a feeling that at this rate, she'd complain her jaw hurt and it'd end without me even cumming.
That's not what I want.
Whatever I do, I have to cum to feel satisfied. If it ends half-assed midway, it just makes the sexual frustration worse.
'It's a bit rough, but... can't be helped.'
Shove!
Having roughly sorted out my thoughts, I grabbed her head and thrust in hard.
"Hrghh...! Hahp...!"
Her eyes flew wide open in surprise.
At the dramatic reaction that stirred my sadistic side, I held her head and worked it like an onahole.
"Mmmmph... Hahup..."
Then, Ha Hui-ryeong tried to push me away with her arms as if telling me to stop.
But there was no way I'd simply stop.
I pushed all the way to the back of her throat, adding more stimulation to my manhood.
The tongue rubbing smoothly, the throat convulsing every time I pushed in—pure artistry.
Moreover, maybe because it was early morning, the urge to cum swelled up fast.
"I'm about to cum...!"
I unleashed the welling semen without holding back.
The semen, poured copiously into her mouth, slid down her throat with gulp after gulp.
I must have shot so much she couldn't swallow it all, and it flowed back, dripping stickily past her lips.
Only then did I smile with satisfaction, let go of her head, and pull out my dick.
"Keck! Keheuk, hack...! Kuhuck! Bwaaagh...!"
Ha Hui-ryeong retched, letting out ragged breaths.
Since I'd admittedly been somewhat forceful, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Hey, what a waste—what are you doing?"
"Hrrp, haa...! Haa...! You're the one who needs to explain yourself...! Treating a person like a toy...!"
Just as I expected, she glared at me fiercely.
But she wasn't really scary.
Seeing the bitch who was moaning under me just last night act like that—she was cute enough to make me want to tease her even more.
I laughed nonchalantly and said.
"What can I do when you keep tantalizing me? If we'd kept going like that, you would've had my dick in your mouth for thirty minutes—no, an hour."
"Don't exaggerate! I admit I'm clumsy because it's my first time...! Fuck...! Fuck...! But even so, this is too much!"
She shouted, full of indignation, but only for a moment.
Her throat, where I'd forced myself in, must have been sore—she frowned and started hacking again.
How cute.
I quietly approached her, lowered myself, and hugged her.
"Alright. I'm sorry. I got excited and got carried away. I won't do it next time."
"...Really?"
"Sure. I don't lie. You know that, right?"
"....."
She stared at me, as if dumbfounded.
It was a silent protest telling me to stop talking nonsense.
...Tch. Not buying it.
Then, time for a change of tactics.
"You must be feeling dirty too. Wanna wash up? You probably feel gross since you slept just like that yesterday."
"...Are you saying we should wash together?"
"No reason to wash separately. At this point, I mean."
As I said that with a chuckle, Ha Hui-ryeong bowed her head and stayed silent for a long moment.
But her body stayed warm.
She was so warm that I could feel her heartbeat through the skin touching mine.
"You don't want to? If you don't, then forget it."
Getting no answer, I decided to just wash separately and started to step back,
but she grabbed me.
"...I didn't exactly say I didn't want to."
Quietly.
As if grumbling.
And as if hiding her embarrassment, she mumbled.