A 20-Year-Old College Girl Was a Virgin

I was released from prison today.

My name is Kim Jinwoo, and I used to be a gangster. Ever since I was a kid I lived without a single thought in my head, just messing around with whatever exercise caught my interest before dropping it again. Studying? What the fuck for? I figured if I just kept breathing, life would somehow work itself out. After middle school I entered high school, caused nothing but trouble, and got expelled. A hyung I was close with told me he’d make sure I never had to worry about earning a living, so I followed him and started working. Collecting money, acting as a human shield—whatever he ordered. The work itself wasn’t hard. It honestly felt like my calling. All I had to do was whatever I was told.

The annoying part was that plenty of guys who looked weaker than me sat above me and stared at me with open displeasure. Guess I was too good at the job. I fought well, too. So I stood out. Hyung told me I had to bow my head to those bastards. I hated it, but I pretended to obey and lowered my head just enough. Even that seemed to piss them off. Whatever. If things went south I could just beat every last one of them half to death and flee the country. ‘Not that I can speak any foreign languages.’

While I was reluctantly adjusting to gangster life, I went out to collect money with Beomseok hyung. The son of a bitch suddenly ignored the payment he was supposed to take and tried to lay his hands on the girl who lived there. Fuck. No matter how fucked up you are, you don’t touch a minor. Even I had a line. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the wooden plank lying nearby and smashed it into Beomseok hyung’s skull. That day I beat him until he was half-dead, then stomped on his third leg until he’d never swing it again. Blood leaked everywhere. Damn, maybe I went too far. ‘Fuck it.’ I changed my mind. If I hadn’t stopped him, that girl would have carried a scar that could never be washed away. I told myself I was lucky I blocked it in time.

I prepared to run. There was nothing I could do right then, so I planned to hide and get ready to flee abroad. If they caught me, I was dead. That was certain. The second I made up my mind, the police stormed in. When his daughter was on the verge of being raped, the father—who usually beat the shit out of her—had apparently called the cops anyway. Normally the local officers were all on the take, so they wouldn’t have responded quickly… I checked my watch. Looked like I’d spent too long turning Beomseok hyung into a eunuch. With this much time gone by, it made sense they’d finally show up. So I was arrested red-handed and thrown in the slammer. Honestly, I was more curious about what would happen after I got out than I was about the time I’d spend inside.

After serving one year, I was released. I caused plenty of trouble in prison, but instead of adding time they actually took some off. I’d been sentenced to three years but walked out after one. Looked like the boss whose pride I’d damaged spent money to clean up the mess. During the trial Beomseok hyung tried to settle with the victim to get me out, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but because of that “non-consent” bullshit I still got real prison time. They even planted a few guys in the same block to kill me, but I took care of them nicely. Thinking they could beat me one-on-one? They even smuggled in knives, but I left them in the same condition as Beomseok hyung.

The moment I stepped outside carrying the clothes and belongings I’d brought in, I heard strange noises. Kwoaoaoaak. Kyaao— Kyaaaaak— The prison was louder than usual today. Some kind of festival? Or were the inmates fighting? It was definitely noisy. I couldn’t go check. I wanted to turn around and watch, but the guard blocked me and told me to get lost fast. What the hell… I like watching fights too. This would be fun if I could bet cigarettes on the outcome…

If I walked out now I’d die. There was probably a black car waiting. Several guys would be inside, and I’d have no choice but to get in. That car would become my hearse. It was almost funny. Goodbye, world.

A small crowd had gathered—people waiting to greet those being released today. Among them, several half-corpse-looking figures were frantically attacking everyone else. Was this like Train to Busan? I’d seen that. Couldn’t remember the exact title, but I knew these were zombies. Enjoying subculture—movies, dramas, novels, comics—had always been my hobby. I used to avoid text-only stuff like novels, but in prison there was nothing else to do, so novels became part of the routine. Over the year I’d picked up a lot of random knowledge. At first I couldn’t even finish a page before falling asleep and getting shaken awake by the guards. Later, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠when there was literally nothing left to do, I read even if it was just text. Or I exercised. The catch was that exercise time was strictly scheduled, and anything outside that had to be done in secret.

As of today, I was free. And it looked like the world had ended. That’s right. People had turned into zombies, and I had survived. They must have been too busy to reach this far. No black car in sight. Instead the world had become one that actually suited me. Nice. First order of business—get a weapon.

The prison wall stretched out long beside me, but they kept it so clean I couldn’t find anything useful. This place was no good. I moved on. I needed something I could swing. No matter how good I was at fighting, the second a zombie got in range it would try to chew my flesh off, and I couldn’t guarantee I’d dodge every attack. I’d seen it in Train to Busan. Even Ma Dong-seok hyung, who I liked, had been helpless in front of them.

After running about ten minutes from the prison I saw abandoned, burning cars. They might explode, so I left them alone and entered a commercial building. It was a stir-fried tofu place. Fuck. Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t even gotten to eat tofu after getting out. If the organization guys had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shown up they probably would’ve at least fed me a block of tofu before sending me off. The boss had that kind of romantic streak.

I grabbed a few knives from the tofu shop and picked up a hammer I spotted in the storage area. Kyaaooo—kak! Kuaaaaak—! I approached a lone zombie a short distance away and swung the hammer. It cut through the air toward the creature’s head. Whoosh.Thud— A beautiful swing, but no one was around to admire it. The zombie’s skull cracked open. It twitched for a few seconds, then died.

The instant I killed the first zombie, something appeared in front of me.

I didn’t have time to look at the blue window. Killing the zombie must have stimulated the others; they were swarming.

Whoosh. Thud. Whoosh. Thud.

Zombies only died when their heads were destroyed. After testing it a few times I realized parts that would have been fatal to living people were useless. When a zombie reduced to just a head screamed and twitched toward me, I got genuinely startled. It still wasn’t dead. Once the experiment was over I moved efficiently—dodging lunging zombies and swinging at their skulls. I felt zero guilt. I was never the type to suffer from it anyway. Even when I turned Beomseok hyung into a eunuch, it was only a slight frown between fellow men. The image didn’t haunt me and I didn’t feel sorry. I had always lived with myself at the center of the world. After facing death and surviving, that mindset only grew firmer. Whether these things used to be human or not, they were zombies now. Monsters. And killing them seemed to give rewards.

Ding— Ding—

Alert sounds kept ringing, but I ignored them. The moment I thought the blue window obstructed my view, it vanished. When I wished for the alerts to shut up, the sounds stopped completely.

Huff— Huff—

My breathing grew ragged and a sweet taste filled my mouth. I couldn’t even count how many zombies I’d killed. But there didn’t seem to be any more in sight. It was exhausting. I had confidence in my stamina, but constant high-tension combat was draining me faster than I expected. I needed to hide and recover first. Then I could hunt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more zombies. Or go home… Is there any reason to?

There was nothing left at the house. Besides, the organization guys would be running wild in this chaos, probably taking over the whole area. Unless they came by car they wouldn’t reach this far. I’d have to check later whether vehicles still worked.

Whew… I went back inside the tofu shop from earlier. Only after I caught my breath did I finally feel alive. My whole body ached from the violent movements as if it might tear apart, but I had no actual wounds. I had survived. Adrenaline, dopamine, endorphins, histamine—every chemical reaction I’d ever heard of surged through me, then slowly settled. Once my body calmed, my brain started working again.

A blue window had appeared in the middle of everything. I knew what this was. It was a cliché that showed up all the time in novels. I spat out a word I would never have said under normal circumstances.

“…Status window.”

Then came a flood of notification windows that filled my vision.

Intelligence 4? Well, I never studied, so that made sense. Stamina was average, but strength was pretty high. Definitely a physical type. The exercise I’d done must have been reflected. Six stat points meant roughly two per level. I just had to strengthen what I was already good at and补 the weak spots. Trash character? Didn’t know, didn’t care. I’d do what I wanted.

I invested three points in strength, two in agility, and one in magic power. I had no idea what magic power did, so experiencing it once seemed like the only way to find out.

First-time rewards… I had to devour every last one of them.

I received first-clear rewards for hitting 10 in both strength and agility. Stamina would probably give me another one after two more levels, so the moment I recovered I’d have to move fast. I hadn’t seen any zombies while I was locked up; the outbreak must have started right around the time I got out. Eating three first-clear rewards wasn’t unreasonable. Looked like I’d adapted to this new world faster than most.

Raising magic power by one let me feel some unknown energy inside my body, but I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. This is fucking inconvenient. Maybe my low intelligence was the problem. I’d have to figure it out one step at a time. I set it aside for later practice. For now I needed to finish checking my current state.

What was this “ability”? I was curious what had been upgraded. I focused on the skill list.

Inventory seemed to be the first-come-first-served passive I’d received. I succeeded in hunting a little while after the zombie outbreak, so I missed the first-clear reward and got the runner-up prize instead. I’d received three first-clear rewards total. The original Minimap must have shown only one category, and two more were added thanks to those bonuses. The locked skill was probably the one I got when the slots filled up. When I tried to select Lock, nothing happened. If they were going to give it to me, they could have at least made it usable. The bastard who created these abilities and released monsters on Earth didn’t seem very friendly. Or maybe it was such a broken ability that it still couldn’t be opened? Whatever. I’d find out with time.

Let’s check the main skill.

Women? I opened the women tab. A list appeared.

Kim Hee-jin 34, Yoo Bok-hee 70, Lee Min-ah 22, Yeo Seong-hee 47, Yu Siyoung 20.

I tapped one at random.

My confidence that had stayed quiet for an entire year woke up with a vengeance. My twenty-centimeter cock strained against my pants like it wanted to rip right through them. So a twenty-year-old college girl addicted to masturbation was happily touching herself without even realizing the world had ended in a zombie outbreak? As a man, there was no way I could ignore that and just walk past.

I checked a few more entries after that. Oho… It looked like I had gained an ability that would let me fuck a whole lot of women.