What Do You Get for Having Sex?

This couldn't be happening. Men are creatures that live on nothing but confidence, and I had more than most. Yet here she was, giving me orders. After I'd even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gone out of my way to make her an ice pack out of consideration. Ordering me around? This crazy bitch wasn't going to get away with it. I glared at her, eyes wide, and strode forward, yanking down the pants I'd just pulled up.

Thud. My cock sprang back up, rock hard. I'd fucked until I couldn't get it up anymore after raising my stamina yesterday, but the morning cooldown was apparently over. It stood there in all its glory.

"Why... why are you doing this, Oppa...?"

"You're out of line. Open your mouth."

Si-yeong had been lying there with her eyes half-lidded, looking a little tired. Now those eyes flew wide open. She quickly parted her lips, preparing to take my cock.

Heh heh. The sight of this beautiful girl spreading her mouth first thing in the morning, eyes closed, waiting for my dick was fucking delicious. She looked like a schoolgirl about to have her first kiss, unsure what to do and just holding her mouth open. She clearly hadn't remembered the size yet—she'd only opened it a little, which made it even better.

I brought the tip close and grabbed my shaft with one hand. We'd slept naked under just the blanket, so it had slipped down, revealing the gorgeous curve of her waist. I drank in the sight.

Slurp... Si-yeong took me into her mouth and began swallowing more and more. Watching her pretty white face start to distort felt good, but right now I was trying to train this bitch. No need to be gentle. I pushed forward slowly at first, then drove all the way in—shove—until her lips kissed the root.

But even though I was forcing it deep enough to make any normal woman gag and choke, Si-yeong took it smoothly.

"Ha... You fucking bitch. So you've been practicing this too."

That's right. I'd forgotten for a second. This girl was a genuine pervert. A selfish, seriously addicted E-cup college girl who couldn't stop masturbating. And now she wasn't even a virgin anymore—just a full-blown slut. Realizing that made training her pointless.

Still, I sped up, fucking her mouth like a pussy. Her reaction came immediately.

Gurk— Gurk— Gluck— Gluck—

Her throat felt completely different from a regular cunt. Of course it did. It was tighter, and every time my thick cock slid back and forth, the shape of her throat bulged and changed. Tap tap. The way she slapped my thigh, begging me to stop, sent a wave of satisfaction through me.

I gave her a moment to breathe, then thrust back in, savoring the way her warm throat squeezed around me. It felt even better than yesterday's sex. I'd finally figured out what this bitch was made for. Si-yeong wasn't a pussy girl—she was a throat-pussy specialist.

Gurk— Gurk—

"Hey. Squeeze tighter. I'm about to cum."

Oop— Ooook. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved myself all the way to the hilt.

Spurtttt! Spurt— I stroked her hair gently while enjoying the rush of my morning release. Even while struggling, she seemed to like the petting. She breathed hard through her nose—shhh, hiiik—eyes closed, savoring my touch. No matter how you looked at it, this girl was a total pervert. Who the hell would think this was a college girl experiencing sex for the first time? If I hadn't checked the status window myself, I never would've believed it.

Si-yeong finished her morning service for Oppa and stepped into the shower. She switched the water to warm and rinsed her body. The moment the stream hit her pussy—

...Hut! Her swollen folds reacted instantly, flooding her mind with memories of yesterday.

I must have really lost my mind yesterday.

- That morning I'd followed my usual routine, enjoying a good masturbation session, then got ready to wash up and head out. The second I checked outside—

Graaaaah! Zombie...? Something I'd only seen in movies was happening right in front of my eyes.

I'd fallen away from the window and spent some time alone with my thoughts. The world had ended. Could I really survive in a world like this?

I searched the house. Not much food left. At this rate I'd die anyway, so I decided to enjoy my favorite hobby one last time. I slipped on a dress. Normally the thought of people's stares kept me from going full no-bra, no-panties under a single layer, but now a powerful sense of freedom and liberation washed over me at the same time. That liberation gave me courage.

Click. When I stepped outside, it wasn't as dangerous as I'd feared. Some time must have passed since the outbreak—there weren't any zombies left in the villa. People were probably hiding in their homes, or maybe the zombies had all wandered off looking for prey.

The elevator wasn't working, so I took the stairs. When I reached the first floor, the entrance door stood open. I carefully pushed it shut.

Tap tap. It was glass, but it looked pretty solid.

The first-floor hallway I usually walked through every day was empty. Everyone was hiding, so no one was coming down. I'd stepped out fully prepared, but surprisingly there were no zombies in sight.

The moment my thoughts settled, my mind flipped straight to my hobby tab.

Ha-eut. Just thinking about it made me cum a little.

A thrilling spot where no one should come, but someone might. A hallway I'd walked through countless times but never imagined using like this. The thought that someone outside might pass by and see—

Slide. My hand naturally lifted the hem of the dress.

I crouched down into an M-shape, lightly brushed my clit, and—

Haaauuuut! I came violently.

Huu— Huu— No matter how many times I breathed in and out, I couldn't calm down.

Outside... Whether it was a person or a zombie watching didn't matter. Normally I'd have been too busy hiding and checking my surroundings to really enjoy it, but now that I'd accepted death, the dopamine surged through me like a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drug.

I don't know how much time passed. I went back upstairs once, then came down again. I thought about gathering whatever food I could, but stepping outside the villa itself was terrifying. It was on a completely different level from just leaving the apartment.

Whatever. Let's just masturbate. Since things had come to this, I might as well satisfy my desires until the end. That's what I was doing when our eyes met.

- Haa, haa... Even when Oppa grabbed my hair, part of me thought I was being forced. It was scary, but he violated me surprisingly gently.

Every time the shower stream brushed the marks he'd left on me last night, fresh arousal flared up.

'I'm... seriously fucked up...'

Oppa had told me to ice it, so I should wash with cold water. But strangely, the feeling was different from warm water. A tingling sensation spread from my pussy across my entire ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body.

Her body shuddered once. Si-yeong began sinking back into her familiar hobby.

Cold-water masturbation... She'd discovered a whole new realm!

Bang bang— "Hey. You're masturbating in there again, aren't you? Or did you die? Why the hell aren't you coming out?"

Huk— I need to get out before Oppa gets angry. If he gets mad... maybe I can drink his cum again?

While Si-yeong was in the shower, I pulled up my status window.

I'd used up all my remaining points yesterday. I skipped past what I'd already seen.

Yeah, the locked ability had opened. This looked important.

Hmm. MKP... Monster Kill Points, I guess. The amount I earned yesterday roughly matches the zombies I killed, so maybe one point per monster? Or do different monsters give different amounts? No idea.

And SP? S... S... Sex... Fuck, now I want to fuck again. So SP means Sex Points. I definitely didn't have sex 1060 times yesterday, so maybe ten points per time, with a bonus for the first experience. Maybe I got more because Si-yeong was a virgin.

Just killing monsters would solve the food problem. Water is crucial for survival, and three zombies would give me enough for a whole ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠day. There were only four items now, but the list would grow as I leveled up. I wanted delivery food, but that probably wasn't an option.

The weapons were all called shabby or ragged. Fuck that. My own clothes looked better. Why were all the names like this? I probably wouldn't touch the weapon tab for a while.

The abilities section was interesting. Swordsmanship was cheap, but magic was expensive. Did that mean swordsmanship required me to practice while magic just got hammered into my brain? Whatever. My head doesn't work that way anyway. Learning magic probably wouldn't help me.

'Purchase Basic Swordsmanship.'

The moment I bought Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Magic disappeared on its own. I was a little curious about magic, but apparently a magic swordsman wasn't an option. So that's how it worked.

I stood up and swung the hammer around, but it didn't feel any different. Probably because it wasn't a bladed weapon. 'Ha... Shabby Sword, fuck... Purchase.'

'Fucking buy the Shabby Sword!'

Sigh. To think I had to spend money on shit like this. Still, I needed to test it.

The only knife in Si-yeong's house was a kitchen knife anyway. I took the Shabby Sword out of my inventory. Hmm? It's cleaner than I expected. The name made it sound like it would break any second, but it actually looked usable. As expected of me. Good thing I made the bold investment.

But they didn't give me a scabbard? This system is seriously fucking unfriendly. Damn it.

I pushed the thought aside and swung the sword. The feeling of Basic Swordsmanship assisting me was clear. It didn't feel like the skill was forcibly controlling my body. It was more like it was showing me the cleanest path for each swing.

Straight cuts, diagonal cuts, horizontal cuts. Thrusts, blocks—basic stances all felt more effective. I'd taken kendo as a kid, but the dojo just made us memorize forms—first form, second form, third form—over and over until I quit. But there had been one fun part of kendo.

Sparring.

Heads and waists had thick protective gear so you couldn't do much damage, but when you smacked someone's wrist with a bamboo sword and they flinched, you realized, 'That's the spot I need to attack.' After that, I only ever went for the wrists.