Siyoung's Perverted Prowess Is Something Else...

Siyoung sucked my cock with a technique I'd never felt before. "Hehe, oppa, your cock is all wet now.♡" As she said that, Siyoung pulled off her top. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing a bra today either. I made a mental note to drag her to a lingerie store one day and force her to wear one, then watched her next move.

"Hehe... if I do it like this...♡"

She slipped between my legs and pressed her paper-white breasts against my rock-hard cock, performing a disappearing magic trick with it. Whoa, fuck. The sensation was incredible. It looked like she didn't have enough saliva—silver strands dripped from Siyoung's lips, settling between my cock and her voluptuous cleavage, turning into natural lube. Squish. Squish. It felt just like being inside a pussy. So this is what they mean by tit-pussy. Better than a real one, honestly.

Siyoung moved solely to please me. I reached down and stroked her cheek once, then fully enjoyed her devoted service. Squish. Squish. She squeezed her breasts tightly with both hands, working up white foam. Her hardened nipples kept brushing and tickling my lower abs. Every time her massive tits pressed against my stomach, they squished flat before springing back to life.

Chuuup. Slurp. Heejeong woke up and came over, soothing my bored lips with hers. She stripped off her top, lowered her face, and started teasing my nipples with the tip of her tongue. Before I knew it, my entire body was riding their movements. My hips moved automatically under the two beauties' service as my cock prepared to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cum.

Twitch— The moment my cock gave the signal for ejaculation, Siyoung caught it instantly.

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Spurt—! ...Splurt! The thick white fluid I released completely ruined Siyoung's small, pale face. Even her long eyelashes were stained. The thought that I had created this picture filled me with a sense of conquest.

Siyoung stayed perfectly still with her mouth still open.

Click— Even though the phone had no signal, I could still take and save photos. More than anything, it felt like a waste to capture this beautiful sight with only my eyes. Hehe...♡ Suddenly this perverted bitch started moving again. Even though her eyes were glued shut by the cum and she couldn't see, she eagerly struck poses. She pushed her breasts together, spread her pussy wide. Her constant movement made the semen on her face drip onto the floor. What a crazy bitch... She really was on a whole other level of depravity.

After comforting the disappointed-looking Heejeong by giving her pussy some attention too, I checked the room and found Jihye still sleeping soundly.

"When do you think she'll wake up?"

"I'm not entirely sure, Master. Recovery varies from person to person. She might wake up today, or she might need more time."

"Really? Then make me some food for now. Did you see the flatfish I caught this morning?"

"Yes, hehe. I thought Master would like it, so I prepared some sashimi and spicy stew ingredients."

"Oh! So you weren't just sitting around playing house! Hurry up and give it to me. Quick."

As expected, Heejeong was the best at her role. I gave her ass a few pats and then ate. The sushi was so delicious that I stretched my foot under the table and teased Heejeong's pussy with my toes.

"Good job. This is your reward from me, so be grateful."

"Haa— Master... thank you..."

She was trembling so hard she couldn't even eat properly. It looked like I was tormenting her, but my intention was genuinely to reward her. I hoped the message got across.

After eating dinner, I headed out to do the now-familiar routine of blowing up gas stations. There weren't many left in this area. I'd have to pick a day soon and go farther out. Besides, the massive explosions rang out every night—there was no way people hadn't noticed. Once this method became known, others would definitely start copying me. Or maybe they already knew but were having trouble reaching the stations.

Even people familiar with apocalypse genres tend to freeze up when it actually happens in reality. The ones moving confidently and taking the initiative right now are probably mostly criminals like me, psychopaths, or people with a few screws loose. Stories about stepping up to protect others out of necessity only exist in fairy tales, or apply to an extremely small minority. Maybe those kinds of people are the protagonists of those stories.

Does that mean I don't need to try? The thought crossed my mind, but no matter what, I couldn't stop now. I had to grow strong enough to protect myself at the very least. If I didn't move during advantageous moments, I'd fall behind. In the end, the fact that I needed to move quickly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hadn't changed.

Today I prepared music from various genres. Unfortunately, there was no heavy metal like I'd hoped. Siyoung's playlist was dominated by boy group and girl group songs. I picked the ones with the highest decibels.

Fuck. When I played a girl group song and blew up the station, something similar to yesterday happened. That was fine. The real problem was the boy group songs.

What the fuck? Why are you showing up here, bro? Are you scared of me or something? Come to think of it, the way those orcs looked at me back at the department store earlier was pretty weird. These fucking bastards. So they were after me this whole time.

A chill suddenly ran down my entire body.

— Well, putting the chills aside, there wasn't much I could do about it. The only thing that changed was that I now had a different reason to avoid orcs. The conclusion was simple: once I leveled up enough to slaughter orcs like they were civilians, none of this would matter. It seemed better to focus on the gas stations for now.

Today I moved around a bit more than yesterday. I blew up five stations. I don't even know why I tried harder. I just felt like it. My level rose by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a total of five. I'd expected two or three, but orcs apparently gave more experience than I thought.

'Status window.'

'Put three in Strength, three in Agility, and four in Stamina.'

Watching the orcs burn to death in the flames filled me with ecstasy. 'This is it.'

I thought my emotional threshold had risen and today would be fine, but the hormones were boiling up again. 'Minimap, women tab.'

It looked like I'd have to go hunting for another woman to relieve this feeling. — Once again, there were no virgins. Even though the search range had clearly expanded with my level increase, nothing good was showing up. What a shame.

Hmm. So she's a daughter nursing her sick father. Well, my cock needs some nursing right now too, so I chose her.

Following the minimap, I arrived at the location. Her position pointed to a semi-basement in an old villa. I quietly approached the window and peeked inside.

"Eunbi... I'm fine, so at least you should go out and look for other survivors..."

"Sob... No, Dad. Tomorrow I'll definitely find some medicine and food. Hang in there, Dad..."

Whoa. They were filming an incredibly melodramatic scene. Seeing something straight out of a drama replay happening right in front of me suddenly made me crave popcorn.

I was over level 21 now—what had been added to the shop? Unfortunately the ability section hadn't been updated, so I'd have to hope for food. Please. Popcorn, chicken... cola popcorn... Fuck it. Just chicken. That golden olive whatever-the-hell. Please.

'Shop, food tab.'

What the fuck. Are you telling me to make fried chicken with chicken breast, flour, eggs, and oil separately? I wanted that golden olive chicken! At least give me a recipe! And why the hell is kerosene in the food tab? If it was in the weapon tab I could understand. Sigh... It's winter. I guess it's fuel for heaters, so I'll let it slide. Anyway, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could use it to heat food and water. Or pour it on firewood when cooking. Honestly, I'd been pretty worried about how to survive winter without civilization, so kerosene was actually a good addition.

In the end, I ended up chewing on cold chicken breast while sitting on the freezing street, watching the melodrama unfold. 'By the way, why does she look so fucking delicious?'

Even though the 22-year-old former part-timer was wearing a turtleneck that covered her all the way to her neck, the outline of her breasts was clearly visible. They looked perfect to grab onto during sex. Standing right here, watching her care for her sick father while imagining her selling her body to me for food... I'd had those thoughts, but it didn't look like it would happen today. That said, bursting in and doing it right in front of her dad... that wouldn't be so bad either, would it?

No. When you're torn, it's best to go with your first idea. If I came back tomorrow she might head to the convenience store she used to work at to look for food. For now, I'd head back to the women who were probably waiting desperately for their husband's cock. Since I was coming back earlier than yesterday, they probably weren't asleep yet. If they were, I'd just wake them up and fuck them anyway.

'Wait for me, part-timer girl. I'll be back tomorrow~'

—

"Husband... is home."

Twitch— The scene that greeted me when I returned home was quite shocking.

"Welcome back, Savior."

Kneeling completely naked in front of the entrance in a reverent posture, looking up at me with desperate, longing eyes.

Our frail blonde virgin noona.

Hmm.

"Yu Siyoung. Get over here right now."

This was definitely that perverted bitch's doing.