Passing Up a D-Cup Cafe Owner Is Impossible...

The gas station erupted with a deafening boom, then settled into a chaotic fireworks display. I stared at the flames and thought to myself, Sorry about this, but I'm pretty fucking pissed off too. I never meant for any of it to happen. And if we're being honest, those guys definitely screwed up first.

In a world this dangerous, out of all the possible shelters they could've chosen, they decided to camp right next to a gas station that could blow at any second. If you're going to hide, at least pick somewhere safe. I offered a moment of silence for the group of men who'd made that fatal mistake.

May you rest in peace, friends. Even though you didn't do anything truly evil, blame your own stupidity. I'm not at fault here. I'll take the experience you left behind, grow stronger with it, and fulfill the harem dreams you never got to chase. Sounds about right, doesn't it?

By the time I'd blown up three different stations while blasting trot music, a lot of time had passed. Finding the gas stations and setting everything up took way longer than actually detonating them. At least the minimap helped a ton with navigation. It would've been nice if it had a proper route-search function like a GPS, though. That part was a little disappointing.

I'd gone up four whole levels. Looking at the kill log, I'd taken out about the same number of zombies and goblins, but the rate of level growth was slowing down. The hidden male casualties during those level-ups were probably factored in too. If the system gave more experience for killing humans, it was going to get a lot harder to level from now on. Looked like I'd have no choice but to start challenging higher-tier monsters.

BOOM—

Whoa. Even though this was my fourth time doing it, the thrill still felt brand new every single time. After the third explosion, the chemical reaction building inside my body finally hit its limit. My heart pounded wildly as waves of excitement burst out of me. The catharsis was overwhelming.

Catharsis. It means purification or mental release. The euphoria or pleasure that comes from relieving emotional suppression or finding psychological stability. But honestly, none of that matters. It just felt insanely fucking fun.

I needed somewhere to vent all this overflowing testosterone. Going all the way back home would take too long. I immediately opened the minimap and searched for women. I filtered for women in their twenties and checked the profiles, but unfortunately there weren't any virgins nearby. Even in normal times it was hard to find adult virgins in Korea. After the apocalypse started, that number had probably dropped even further.

One ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠profile in particular caught my eye.

Oh. This one looks decent. Fuck it, even if she wasn't, I didn't care. Right now I just needed a place to dump all this boiling lust. If she was ugly I'd just put a plastic bag over her head and fuck her anyway.

The path was quiet. It seemed like all the nearby monsters had been drawn to the exploding gas stations. Walking through the late-night streets that somehow still looked like the world hadn't ended yet, on my way to fuck a random woman, I felt like some kind of twisted rapist.

No, not like one. I was a rapist right now. To all the rapists I'd killed before—lend me your strength so I can enjoy this thoroughly!

The area around the cafe was even quieter and more eerie. The door was locked. I knocked.

"Anybody home...? No? Then I'm breaking the door down~"

"..."

"I'm serious. I really will do it, you know?"

"...Um... excuse me... what brings you here?"

A quiet, whispering voice answered. Obviously I couldn't just say I came to fuck her, so I told her I wanted to trade some coffee for instant rice and water.

After waiting a bit, she finally showed herself. She wasn't stunning, but she was definitely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fuckable. In the old world, she'd be the type of woman who got hit on the most while walking down the street—a solid seven. Her round, doe-like eyes reminded me of Si-yeong. Her massive breasts strained against the apron, the curves of her body completely visible, making my cock throb with need.

"Please... come in..."

The moment she locked the door, I grabbed her from behind, clamped a hand over her mouth, and whispered.

"Walk slowly over there. Quietly. You know what happens if you scream, right?"

She struggled desperately at first, trying to break free, but when I tightened my grip she realized she couldn't resist. Her movements gradually stopped, and she started walking in the direction I pointed.

"I'm going to let go now. Scream or try anything stupid and you're dead."

She nodded frantically.

I released her. She immediately started sobbing.

"Why... why are you doing this...? I'll give you all the coffee, just please don't do this..."

She still thought I was just some guy who came for coffee. Her mind probably wasn't working properly from the fear. I needed to make her understand the situation. Telling her to strip would be a good start. Fucking a dry pussy wasn't nearly as good as calming her down a little first. My goal wasn't to make her cry tears from her eyes, but to make her pussy cry juices. So I kept my words as gentle as possible.

"Listen, you bitch. You want to take them off yourself, or do you want me to beat you until you do?"

The cafe owner stared at me with wide, shocked eyes. For some reason, that expression reminded me of Si-yeong. What the hell are you looking at? I was being nice, wasn't I? I even smiled while saying it.

When I pulled out my dagger and showed it to her, the cafe owner finally started moving. She slowly removed her apron and clothes. Her body was even better than I'd expected. She must have done Pilates or something—there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. The smooth, flexible lines of her figure made me swallow hard.

"Turn around and grab that."

"Hic... yes..."

There was no way to stop her tears. I decided to just stop thinking about it and fuck her. I slid my fingers into her pussy.

Squelch. Squelch.

"Hngh!"

Once her pussy had loosened up enough, my sanity went out the window too. I pulled out my cock and shoved it straight into her still-somewhat-dry hole.

Shloooorp—

"Aaaah... ah... it hurts... it hurts..."

A thick cock forcing its way in all at once. Her pussy instinctively tried to push me out. She even reached back with her hands, trying to grab me. But I'd already been considerate enough. I couldn't hold back anymore. She'd start getting wet soon enough and it wouldn't hurt as much. A woman's body would protect itself with its natural lubrication.

Thrust. Thrust.

"Hngh! Uhh!"

Fuck, it felt incredible. The peaceful night view through the glass door made the whole situation even more arousing. Squelch. Squelch.

"Haaang— Haaang—"

I slammed my hips back and forth rapidly. Before long, the sounds coming from both her pussy and her mouth began to change. Suddenly her whole body started trembling as her pussy clamped down on me like a vice.

Spurrrrrt— Splurt!

Reacting to that insane tightness, I grabbed her toned waist—the result of all that exercise—and thrust hard as I came.

"Haa... Haa..."

We stayed locked together, breathing heavily like animals in heat, savoring the afterglow in each other's arms.

"Hey. Get up here."

"Haa— Haa—"

When she turned around, I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the counter. She wasn't ugly, and that pretty face deserved to be looked at while I fucked her. She stared back at me with a flushed, heated expression. It wasn't the look of someone staring at an intruder anymore. It was the look of a woman seeing a lover who had finally satisfied her long-neglected desires.

I ran my hands over her breasts and clit in turn. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠My cum from just moments ago was already leaking out of her pussy. The sight of white, foamy semen dripping from her made my cock shoot straight up again.

After fucking her once from behind, then once more while staring at her face and kissing her, the burning lust that had built up from blowing up all those gas stations finally began to subside. It was time for the sage's time.

Of course, thanks to my increased stamina, my cock showed no signs of going down. But I decided to save some for the girls waiting at home, endlessly waiting for their husband.

Slurp. Slurp. Chuuup—

She knelt between my legs and finished cleaning me with her mouth, then looked up at me. She was pretty enough that I smiled and gave her a kiss. Even though that mouth had just been sucking my cum, I honestly didn't care about stuff like that. By now she'd probably swallowed it all, and her saliva would have washed everything clean like a natural cleanser anyway.

Slurp. Chu—

I thoroughly explored her tongue before finally letting her go.

From what she told me, she'd been holding out here for three days. The water still worked, and there was plenty of food in the cafe. Plus there were blankets and a mattress in the staff lounge where she could sleep.

"So Eun-ji, are you planning to keep living here from now on?"

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"Um... yes..."

Unlike Hee-jung, who had chosen to follow me, she still couldn't fully trust me. She hesitated and avoided my eyes.

"Heh. Fine. I'll come by occasionally to fuck you, so keep that pussy nice and clean. Got it?"

"Yes... hehe..."

Eun-ji didn't seem scared by the prospect of me coming back to fuck her again. If anything, she smiled. My cock must not have been bad.

"Make me a cup of coffee. I want to see if it's any good."

"Yes. Please wait a moment."

She stood up, put her apron back on, and started making coffee. Holy shit. Naked apron. And with D-cup breasts, her nipples kept peeking out from the sides. Even without trying it, I could tell this place was a hidden gem. Wasn't there that old saying? "The owner is delicious and the coffee is kind." Since the owner here really was delicious, it was probably true.

I should make Si-yeong wear a naked apron when I get home.

Grind grind grind—

"What are you doing?"

"The machine isn't working, so I'm grinding the beans by hand..."

Damn. The coffee machine doesn't work either? There really was no pattern to what still functioned and what didn't. It was completely random.

The hand-drip coffee Eun-ji made was delicious. She must have used really good beans. For modern people, coffee wasn't a luxury anymore—it was practically a necessity. Even in prison they handed out coffee mix. The only problem was that they didn't provide hot water.

I told her I'd come back whenever she wanted coffee, then left the cafe. Using my inventory and the shop, I left a week's worth of food on the table. If I was going to visit often, the owner needed to stay alive until then.

A quiet voice called out from behind me.

"Please come again safely, customer— Ah..."

Kekeke. Is this bitch crazy? Well, I guess I technically was a customer who used her body. It was probably just a habit from serving regular customers. Still, to bow and say goodbye to the man who had just forced himself on her...

When I glanced back, she had this strangely refreshed look on her face as she saw me off.

"Please come again, customer~"

She wasn't normal either.