Finally Meeting the F-Cup

With three insanely hot pussies strutting around the house in nothing but their underwear every single day, why the hell would I be crazy enough to shove my dick into this bitch? But she was tied up and couldn’t go anywhere. Maybe she’d tried to break free—her clothes were ripped and no longer served their purpose. Those swaying breasts right in front of my eyes were seducing me.

Alright. Let’s cop a feel, just once.

I circled behind her and started kneading her tits. Squish, squish—

“How’s that? It’s been a long time since a man’s hands were on you. You should be grateful.”

Squeeze— She must have hated my touch, because she bared her teeth at my arm.

“Ha… you ill-mannered bitch.”

Looks like you need to be disciplined with some loving punishment. I stroked the head of the large dildo in my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hand, and the zombie finally behaved. She became so docile she stopped moving entirely. Maybe the only good zombie is a dead zombie. It was a little disappointing. Her breasts really had a nice texture.

That’s why I need to get to that school as fast as possible. Before she turns into a zombie, I have to protect that twenty-three-year-old F-cup virgin at all costs. Being a hunter gives her abilities, so she has an advantage in surviving, but you can never be too sure. Besides, there’s another reason.

It’s a massive strategic point that can support a siege at any time. The mountain behind it offers excellent tactical options. Water tanks, varied terrain. Securing a command structure through the broadcast room… though I’ll need to check if the broadcasting system even works first. And finally—get me food! Treat my wounds! Do everything for me! Anything is better than dealing with those pathetic grown-ass men throwing tantrums.

If I’m going to protect someone and end up belonging to a group, it would feel less regrettable to focus on students with high future potential. It would also make using the shop feel worthwhile. Students around that age are basically infinite power sources. Feed them properly and they’ll display nearly limitless stamina. They might not have worked before, but they learn fast. Before long, they’ll be pulling their own weight. I have my reasons for all of this.

The biggest reason is probably that student teacher, of course. Using the grand excuse of saving the future, I set my feet in motion.

The school still had a lot of zombies, though fewer than yesterday. It actually looked like there were more than when I last came. Maybe it was just my imagination. I set off another fireworks show to draw their attention. Even though it wasn’t as spectacular in the morning light, it was something I had to do if I wanted to make a strong impression.

Today I went all out, slashing with as much flair as possible. I swung my blade hard, showing off like a peacock to hammer two things into their minds: I’m this strong. I can protect you.

I didn’t kill them all. Just like I planned yesterday, I adjusted my strength and cut them down in moderation.

Slice— Clang—

“Huh? What the hell is this?”

My sword had been slicing smoothly until it suddenly bounced off something in mid-air.

Clang— Clang—

“Ah, so this is that woman’s barrier.”

It was surprisingly tough. I almost put real power into breaking it but held back. I didn’t want to leave a bad impression. After hitting it a few times, though, something felt off.

Fuck. With an ability this good, how has she still not cleared out the zombies?

In my opinion, this might be one of the top abilities in this apocalypse. Just pull aggro from inside the barrier ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and stab them to death. Easy. It would work great in a team, too. If it consumes mana, she could stack mana and act as a tank while the rest of us clean up from behind. Seeing that there were still zombies left despite having such an overpowered ability made me suspicious.

Did she lure me here on purpose?

It was unlikely. She might simply be too scared of combat to make any decisions and had been hiding all this time. The school had a cafeteria and store full of food, so she might have decided there was no need to risk coming out yet.

Ha… either way, her mental state is fucked.

If she becomes my woman, I’ll have to train her hard and turn her into an all-purpose tank. If I put Jihye inside her barrier, we’d have the perfect tank-healer-damage dealer combo. I’d been saving her in case she got even a scratch, but this changes things.

No wonder those bastards were giving me weird looks.

The men gathered near the gym probably hadn’t retreated there by choice—they’d been forced back by this barrier. When I headed this way earlier, they’d looked at me with rotting faces and sneered. They were mocking me. Go ahead, try it. Bet you can’t get in.

Hmm. Should I kill them? No. If I commit murder, she definitely won’t accept me. Sigh. I have to endure. This is all groundwork for claiming that twenty-three-year-old F-cup virgin.

The moment I thought that, a voice came from the side.

When I turned to look, the words slipped out before I could stop them.

I’d completely ruined my first impression in spectacular fashion.

“Hic… hiccup!”

The woman hiccupping in front of me right now—the twenty-three-year-old F-cup—was wearing heels, so she looked about fifteen centimeters taller than me. With the heels, that put her around two meters tall. She was huge. Her light brown skin and healthy, vibrant figure were incredibly attractive. Add in the brown bob cut, slightly upturned eyes, straight nose, and plump lips…

A gyaru?

Throw in some bleached hair, makeup, and nails and she’d look exactly like one. Her active-looking skin tone made her seem like she’d be insanely good in a fight. Those tits that looked even more massive because of her height—if she kicked me in the groin, a guy like me would be instantly KO’d.

But why the hell hasn’t she used her ability yet?

She suddenly started hiccupping violently mid-sentence and turned to run. I quickly called out to stop her. The first impression was already ruined anyway.

“Hey. Take this.”

I gave up on the beginner anal set and poured out the items I’d farmed. There were things I’d brought from home and various goods I’d picked up along the way—daily necessities, essentials, clothes. Finally, some food I’d bought from the shop just now. I only gave a small amount of food. I didn’t know their exact numbers, and this was my best card. I couldn’t play it too easily. I just gave them a taste.

“Hic! Are you giving these to us…? Why… why?”

“I saw you have a lot of kids. I’m the type who believes children should be protected.”

When I shrugged, she lowered her guard a little and spoke.

“That’s right! Even in this broken world, children are the ones who will lead the future—”

“Whoa, whoa! That’s enough. Are you a teacher or something? Why do you talk so much? I almost fell asleep thinking it was a lecture.”

“Ah… I-I’m sorry. You seem like a good person, but… are you sick? Narcolepsy, maybe…?”

She continued.

“Ah… I’m not a full teacher…”

“A contract teacher?”

“N-no. Contract teachers still need a teaching certificate. I’m just… here for my teaching practicum.”

I see. I had no idea. So she was just a student teacher. In other words, a university student. My initial guess had been correct. Still, I asked roundabout questions to gather information. I kept the fact that I could see a status window hidden and had various conversations with her.

Why only female students lived in this area, why the men were separated in the gym. She didn’t tell me everything since we had just met, but I was able to grasp roughly how the school was operating.

“So including me, four people. Any space left?”

“If it’s men… I’m sorry, but…”

“No, three women. I’m just in charge of combat. Two classroom spaces on the first floor should be enough.”

I deliberately asked for two full classroom-sized spaces. It was to plant the impression that the girls and I would live separately—and to prepare for the moment this woman would enter my room and get fucked.

“Um… you seem like a good person, but could we discuss it among ourselves first?”

“Sure. Looks like there are still zombies left. Call me if you need me. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Fuck. Because of this woman, my dick had been rock-hard since earlier and refused to go down. It didn’t seem like she’d noticed, but I needed to get out of here quickly.

I was so horny that I went and dumped all that lust into Pyeonsuni.

“Ah, Dad’s watching…”

“Shut up. You’re the one dripping pussy juice everywhere. I’ll give you plenty of food, so stop resisting.”

“Ah… aah! Really… ♡”

There were too many zombies to fuck her on the first floor. Instead, I took her to the rooftop of the building opposite. Even from there, her father’s lying figure was clearly visible. Fuck. Does the basement have no human rights? Why is the view so good?

For me, the immorality of fucking his daughter right in front of her dad actually made me even hornier, so it was fine. Pyeonsuni muttered,

‘At least the zombies were blocking the view before, but here it’s completely visible…’

‘If you don’t ventilate like that, mold will grow right away…’

I just ignored it. In this ruined world, finding a place to live isn’t easy—I wasn’t going to criticize her for not managing it. Instead, once I secure a decent spot at the school, I plan to bring both Pyeonsuni and the café girl over.

My stamina has increased, so I need to focus on earning points. Eating junk food once in a while is delicious, too.

For the sake of reaching level 31, I spent the whole day running around until my neck hurt while my official wives waited eagerly. I couldn’t even bring back a single slave. I focused mainly on Gunpo and Anyang. Anyang was larger than Uiwang and Gunpo combined. There were plenty of gas stations to blow up, too.

I collected gasoline for the portable generator and only detonated ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the diesel. The bonus was that instead of flashy fireworks, it turned into long-lasting campfires. If I pushed any further, I’d reach Suwon, Ansan, and the area south of the Han River in Seoul. Seoul especially would be packed with people at this time, so it would be crawling with zombies.

If someone had already taken over Seoul, I absolutely had to avoid that bastard. He would definitely be stronger than me. At least I learned that there was a reward for being the first to reach 30 Strength. Even by Korean standards, there probably wasn’t any immediate major threat, but who knows. There might be someone out there who picked up one ridiculous cheat ability and was living like a king.

Grinding my teeth, I pedaled the bicycle harder.

Status window.

I couldn’t raise it after all. 31. It feels close, though.

Show me the experience bar!

There was no answer.

Fuck. Distribute 4 points into Stamina.

I wanted to put points into Agility to check the 30 reward, but the increased Strength made Stamina urgent. I’ll take it slow. If I think of it as already stolen, it feels easier. Shop tab.

This was the result of running around diligently and raiding gas stations all this time. 140,000 points. The problem was that, according to the student teacher, quite a few people had survived. Around eighty out of twelve hundred. And that was after using their abilities. They’d be whining for me to bring their families, too. If I brought all of them… even a rough calculation showed we couldn’t last 200 days at minimum. Since I’m feeding them to use them as labor, assuming three full meals a day, it would only last 50 to 60 days? Fuck. Still a long way to go. We’d barely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠survive the winter. I’d have to buy kerosene from the damn food tab that took the place of chicken. Because it’s winter.

Maybe it would be better to just live comfortably with the four of us. That seems much better.

My shoulders felt insanely heavy.

“The sorrow of the head of the household has arrived…”

“Welcome back, Master.”

“Yeah.”

Today, Hee-jung—the former milf—hugged me while giving off a rich, ripe scent. It was wholesome, so I had to give her a present. I rummaged around.

“Wh-what is that, Master?”

“It’s the beginner anal training set.”