I'm So Scared, Oppa

After returning home with a refreshed mind, I headed straight for Geumtaeyang High School. In the apocalypse, schools held a surprisingly high strategic value. Structurally, the high walls, iron gates, and controlled entrances made them excellent for defense. They were originally built with student safety and crowd control in mind, which turned out to be just as effective against zombies and other monsters.

The rooftop water tank, gymnasium facilities, cafeteria, and storage areas I'd scouted earlier all looked like major advantages. It was easy to designate separate zones for living quarters, the infirmary as a medical space, and activity areas. Since the buildings were already divided, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just had to slap some names on them.

The downsides... well, it was way too conspicuous, and if a real battle broke out, it would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be easy to get surrounded. But there was a mountain right behind it, so we could always make a run for it if things got ugly. With enough practice, it seemed like a solid spot to use strategically. Of course, that came with the risk that if the mountain caught fire, the school would be in serious danger too.

Instead of overthinking it, I decided to check things out first.

'Nice, nice. Twenty-three years old, F-cup virgin, jackpot!'

Maybe it was because I was in such a good mood after fucking Pyeonsuni that I started humming without realizing it. That must've been the problem.

A single zombie dot on the minimap was closing in fast. The movement of that green point looked suspicious.

'Why the hell is this zombie so fast?'

Shhhk— Clang!

A shadow burst out of a dark alley in my blind spot and charged straight at me. I blocked it on reflex, but the height was lower than I expected. When I looked down, it was a dog.

Grrrrrrr...

One eyeball was missing, its body covered in deep wounds, and it had clearly turned into a zombie. Half its teeth were gone too, leaving ugly gaps that made my skin crawl. The moment it leaped up to bite me, I spun and sliced its head clean off, putting it out of its misery.

No matter how weird it was, a zombie was still a zombie. It couldn't stand a chance against me.

Still...

'Fuck. Now I gotta deal with zombie animals too.'

It probably got plenty of love and pets ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠when it was alive. I'd always had a soft spot for animals, so seeing it like this left a bad taste in my mouth. Not that I'd ever owned one myself. Pleasure without responsibility. Dogs weren't meant to be raised by me. The fun was watching someone else raise them. If I wanted to pet one, I could just go to the park or walk around the neighborhood.

Come to think of it, if the zombie outbreak had reached the zoo, did that mean there were zombie tigers now? Shit... Now I couldn't even trust that all zombies were the same. It'd be nice if animals could sense them coming and avoid them, or even hunt them instead. Since I liked animals, maybe I should keep a magpie around or something. I remembered seeing that in some movie.

Kuuuuaaaaak!

Kyaaaaak—!

Whoa. There were seriously a ton of zombies. They were everywhere—on the sports field, near the buildings, along the paths to school. About half of them were wearing school uniforms. Between the zombie dog and the zombie students, I was starting to feel less and less like killing them.

Sigh. Still, an F-cup was waiting for me, so I didn't have a choice.

I climbed up onto one of the walls and set up the speaker. Then I placed about thirty cans of kerosene a short distance away. Just in case the wall collapsed after I claimed the place. I scattered oil around the area too. Once I stepped on it and lit it up, it'd turn into a perfect late-night campfire.

I could've used my acceleration skill and swordsmanship to quietly and quickly clean them out. But they were just zombies anyway. The reason I was doing it this flashy way today was to leave a strong impression on the people watching through the windows.

How do I put out the fire? Yeah... I hadn't thought that far.

I figured burning them in the middle of the field would be fine since there wasn't much flammable stuff around. With that in mind, I turned on the speaker. This time I picked a girl group song. No point in waking up the gays and making things annoying.

— [Coloring the world with our own rhythm~]

In a crumbling, blood-soaked, grotesque school, a surprise concert from a female idol group began. Siyoung had called them Blue Heart Bloom or something. Apparently they were pretty famous. I wouldn't know. These days there were way too many underage-looking idols, so I naturally stopped watching them.

Either way, it drew the zombies' attention and caught the eyes of everyone inside the school. But something was strange. All the classrooms seemed to have only girls, while the gymnasium was packed with only guys. Was this some kind of Confucian school? They were separated ridiculously thoroughly. From the name alone, I never would've guessed.

Now that I had the audience's attention, I gave them a real show. I hurled a Molotov cocktail.

Boom—!

Maybe because it was kerosene instead of gasoline, it wasn't quite as flashy as a gas station explosion. But the flames burned beautifully. It was late, so everything was dark, making the rising flames stand out even more. It looked like I'd recreated a lantern festival of orange and yellow lights floating into the sky, only on the ground.

It definitely seemed to leave a good impression on the spectators. I made sure the fire didn't reach the school buildings while casually slicing through the nearby zombies with my sword. Having a burning zombie right in front of me was seriously hot. Other swordsmen apparently had all sorts of cool traits like Hanseo Bulchim that let them ignore heat and cold. Why didn't I get anything like that?

Using Mujong Swordsmanship made it a little better. Thanks to my increased stamina, I didn't get burned. Still, I'd have to ask Jihye for a heal later. So far, the only time I'd seen her use healing was on her own pussy. A healing pack like her should be used at times like this.

After wrapping things up nicely, I left the area. If I cleaned everything out from the start, their gratitude would probably fade. I planned to take it over gradually across three days.

"W-wait a second!!!!!"

I heard someone calling me from behind but ignored it. It was a man's voice.

On the way back, I made a big loop around all seven gas stations in Gunpo City, plus the crowded areas. Since the zombie outbreak started right around the time I got out of prison, the places that would've been packed in the morning were offices and subway stations. Finally, I found a campaign truck, loaded it up with a ton of kerosene cans, and left it as a gift. The speaker's performance was seriously impressive.

Combining it with the experience I'd saved ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up, I gained two levels.

'Status window.'

I was debating whether to dump everything into Strength because of the camping car standing in front of me. It looked pretty sturdy and even had a bathroom, so it would make a great mobile base. Even if the water got cut off, I could still use the toilet. Since stats didn't disappear once assigned, it was something I could use for a long time.

I'd already confirmed whether it could fit in my inventory if I could lift it, so the only question left was the weight.

'Fuck. This thing looks like it weighs about three tons.'

It just looked way too heavy. If I dumped all my points into Strength and still couldn't lift it, that would be the most embarrassing shit ever.

'Whatever, fuck it. Since when did I ever think before acting?'

'Distribute 8 points into Strength.'

Grrrrrrraaaaagh—!

Creak—

I poured all my strength into lifting the camping car. It didn't budge. Thinking maybe my stance was wrong, I got underneath it and tried lifting it like a bench press. It barely lifted off the ground. That tingling feeling that I was so close drove me crazy.

In the end, I had no choice but to put the camping car on hold for later.

Sigh. Still, I did get one good thing out of it.

Going all-in on Strength like a madman had paid off. It probably wasn't a coincidence that I got the first reward for Strength. The average stat for a normal person was around 5. My Intelligence being below average probably played a part. Even if someone started with high stats like me, they'd need to dump every single point into Strength until level 12 to reach 30.

The problem was...

Crack—

I could feel my body struggling to handle the sudden surge of power. Just the Strength alone felt like it was damaging me. Most people probably experienced this once and then spread their points evenly. Since I only discovered it now, I actually came out ahead.

I wasn't sure if it was a huge reward or not, but still.

Fuck. My camping car.

I needed to relieve this stress on Siyoung as soon as possible. On the way, I stopped by a camping supply store and grabbed a portable toilet and a portable generator as a bonus.

"Welcome home, husband."

"Oppa~ You're back...♡"

The moment Siyoung threw herself into my arms, I felt her massive breasts squish softly against me.

"Yu Siyoung, present that ass right now!"

"Eh? W-why...?"

"Who told you to walk around dressed like such a slut!"

She was wearing white underboob lingerie. The top and sides were made of mesh, so aside from the nipples, it basically had zero covering function. I'd brought it for her. The slut comment was just an excuse. I really just wanted to spank that huge ass to relieve my stress.

Siyoung seemed to know it too, because her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"But...♡"

She got into position.

Slap—! Slap—!

"Haaang...♡"

Her snow-white, massive ass jiggled, sending visible waves across her flesh. Every time I spanked her, she let out a moan and her panties grew wetter. It looked like I'd awakened the perverted bitch's sex drive.

Jihye, who must have been influenced by Siyoung, had come out wearing lingerie too. She glanced at me, then moved beside Siyoung and stuck her ass out, getting into position as well.

Heh heh heh. Crazy. Why was this older girl so eager to get spanked?

"Jihye, come here. You're pretty, so you don't need to get hit."

Grin—

I pulled Jihye into my arms and whispered instructions into her ear.

Nod nod—

Jihye raised her slender hand high into the air, then brought it down hard on Siyoung's ass.

Smaaaaack——!

"Haaaaaaaang...♡"

Wow. That hand looked insanely painful.

'Hmm. Noona, I didn't do anything wrong, right?'

I still needed that heal later...