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For Lee Soyeon, it was something of a mercy. Her head already ached — at least she had been spared the ordeal of draining him dry since dawn.

Of course, that still left her unable to escape the full-body fondling.

Maybe this is better anyway.

Pleasure or no pleasure, this was preferable to being worn down to exhaustion.

"Ahh… mm…"

Throughout the entire molestation, Soyeon grew sharply aroused from the single breast he kept working over — quite apart from the other hand that had already invaded her lower abdomen.

Leaving one breast alone, he concentrated his abuse on the other until the swollen peak at its center was under constant assault.

"Ah…"

More than anything, his touch was never rough. He stroked her as lightly as a professional, drawing sensation out of her with expert precision.

He must have been with nothing but women his whole life.

For someone as inexperienced and unassertive in bed as she was, her partner was startlingly skilled. Rather than simply grabbing, he brushed soft circles around her areola and then applied pressure to the nipple itself. As the stimulation continued, the pleasure that flooded her was far greater than mere groping could produce.

The other one too…

How badly must she have wanted it, for her to wish he would touch the opposite breast as well? When he finally did, a small wave of relief and satisfaction washed through her.

I hate this… I feel like I'm turning into a slut.

It was as if even the sexual walls she had kept hidden were being forcibly dragged into the open by a man. But that shock was soon blasted away by the enormous heat of him pressing against her thigh.

She trembled at the thick, scorching presence against her leg.

I-is he going to do it? After all?

He had said with his own mouth that he wouldn't. Could he keep that promise? From what Soyeon could feel, this man's lust was not the kind you could dismiss as youthful appetite — it was monstrous. So of course he might. That was the thought that made her squeeze her eyes shut.

"Ugh…"

Then his fingers began targeting the lower abdomen he had already teased into slickness. Something different from everything before. At the same moment Soyeon startled, that massive heat pushed between her thighs.

"Is this your first time doing this?"

And with that, the scorching length between her legs began to move.

So big… if that went inside me…

She kept trying to turn her head away, but a mirror stood boldly before her, forcing her to see every shameful detail. What entered her was not anything beyond his fingers — instead, that enormous thing had slid into the gap between her thighs. Then Jin Dohyuk forced her legs closed around it.

M-my thighs? It's so hot…

It started moving, and she had no choice but to watch the invader thrusting between her thighs and her most private place at once. A stretch of silence followed, and Soyeon no longer knew where to put her eyes.

Her own face flushed crimson with shame. Her breasts, so thoroughly stimulated they stood firm. And between the wetness that already spoke of climax, a man's cock surging up like a living thing. It moved — and at the same time, the hands of the man violating her worked faster still.

"Nngh. Hah! Ah…"

The moans she tried to hold back began escaping more and more often, laced with coquettish heat. Periodically, the feel of his lips against the nape of her neck and along her spine. It wasn't a kiss she was giving — only one she was receiving — and yet the layered pleasure ruled her entire body.

Even for her, a position between the thighs and the sex was a first, and doing it in front of a mirror was a first as well. She didn't have to meet his eyes, but her own face was fully on display.

Is this really what I'm becoming?

A body that already seemed to have surrendered to heat and pleasure. A face that looked as if it had given up and told him to do as he pleased. And the fierce conqueror's expression of the man who had claimed her. Everything was a new sensation.

After the first climax, the man did not leave her pleasure-wracked body alone. A second time. A third. He poured forty minutes into driving her over the edge again and again. Washing her spent body afterward took less than twenty minutes.

Leaning on the man's hand as if she had no strength left, she was laid out on the sofa. Then he picked up the phone that had recorded everything and began reviewing the footage.

"Came out well."

"…"

"Honestly, I only ever saw you from behind. Since this only caught the front, it's fine. Celebrities really are different."

He was praising her, but after being thoroughly toyed with, she could hardly manage a reply. She simply pressed a hand to her spinning forehead and listened to whatever he said.

"If your head hurts, I've got painkillers. Want some?"

"…"

"Why the sudden silence? This is the first real chance we've had to talk in a while, isn't it?"

That attitude, right after one-sided sex — Soyeon was speechless. But she wanted to live, and this man was the one who could make that happen. The urge to turn away from him therefore felt a little like the position of a debtor who owed him something. Forced or not, she had no choice but to believe his promise to take responsibility for her. Her body was already defiled, and he had kept his word.

Just what kind of person is he, to have brought this much food?

It was endlessly strange. Her gaze met Jin Dohyuk's, and that hard, formidable face stood out sharply.

"Honestly. Your personality is exactly like what you show on TV. Timid and quiet."

"What's… your name?"

"Ah, finally talking. Jin Dohyuk. Remember it well. In this ruined world, I'm the one who's going to take care of you."

The sheer brazenness of it made her wonder whether he even understood he had committed a crime — that level of confidence.

Jin Dohyuk…

She carved the name of the young male who had appeared one day into her mind. Lee Soyeon etched that name deep.

"I asked you before… where did you get all of this?"

"You know what a survivalist is? Someone who prepares for every possible future. And around here, there just happened to be places overflowing with supplies."

He called himself a survivalist. A lie, of course — but there was no way for Soyeon to know that.

"…Why come this way specifically?"

"My predecessor was an incredibly well-prepared man, but he went missing. He hinted that his own death was coming, though. Thanks to him, I've been living comfortably. I decided to take up his will and try to break through this crisis."

In that moment, his eyes looked like those of a pure young man burning with purpose.

And yet he attacks people like this?

The question rose in Soyeon, but she didn't voice it.

"His will… meaning…"

"He was researching the zombies, trying to resolve the whole situation. Using the materials he left behind, I've been going around exterminating them from this base."

He was talking about his dream with the excited energy of a boy. Then those pure eyes filled with desire once more.

"But in the process, everything goes my way. Revenge against the one who destroyed my life, of course — and you, and everything else. All of it, however I please."

In that, the cunning of a grown man showed through completely. Soyeon felt, in that moment, that he looked extremely angry.

"Destroyed your life? Who?"

"If I tell you, will you tell me what's going on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with you? It's weird if only I talk."

"…Fine."

She had already given ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her body. She needed to know what kind of person he was. Soyeon nodded. At last, a real conversation between the two of them was taking shape.

This was the first time in this future world that I felt like I was having a natural conversation with Lee Soyeon. She lay there listening to my story, and I listened to hers. Simple, but a fairly important shift. It meant she wasn't rejecting me outright anymore.

"So that damn bitch put on a whole show about liking me. She wasn't ugly or anything — pretty enough to be a celebrity — but I already had a girlfriend."

"And she confessed anyway?"

"Knowing full well. I turned her down, and what came flying at me after that was a call from the police. That was when my life went to hell."

Even thinking about it now, an entire family had been torn apart because of that one bitch. All because I'd bruised her precious pride.

I still remembered her attitude after the rejection. The sheer arrogance of it.

"My parents, too, because of the fallout…"

I stopped there. Why else would I be living alone? A surge of emotion rose up for a moment. No — I couldn't show weakness in front of Soyeon. I had to be the strong male.

"Ah, enough about that. So you, Lee Soyeon — you were doing well, then suddenly took a break?"

"That's right."

"Why?"

"Something… a bit of a shock happened."

Soyeon answered quietly, carefully. The way her gaze drifted elsewhere suggested she was turning something over in her mind.

"A shock… something like what happened to me?"

"…"

But her eyes shifted into a look of contempt. Wrong guess. That pure, innocent face wearing an expression of scorn was actually pretty novel.

In that instant, something stirred in my lower abdomen. Hold it. We were finally talking…

I recited the national anthem in my head and waited. Soyeon let out a sigh.

"No. It was psychological. I came here thinking I'd rest for a while… I never imagined it would turn out like this."

"But you seem to be the only one left around here. How'd you manage not to die?"

"At first, everyone was fine. In the early days we thought it was just some disease — nobody expected real zombies. Then at some point, people in the villa started vanishing one by one, and the rest fled in the middle of the night."

Soyeon suddenly tried to sit up.

"What for?"

"I'm going to drink some water. I don't need permission for that, do I? Or do I?"

"If you're hurting, stay lying down. I'll bring it."

That much was nothing. I cracked open a bottle of water, poured it into a cup, and handed it over.

"Suddenly being nice. After doing whatever you wanted."

"Because you're mine. But even in a situation like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this, I'm not so far gone that I'd make you ask permission for everything."

"Haven't you already gone far enough?"

I was left speechless. Fair point.

She drank the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠water and lay back down.

"People turning into zombies, disappearing, going out to fight zombies and dying. It was chaos. I wasn't capable enough to do anything, so I just watched."

"But you wanted to live, right? Looking at how you've held on this long."

"Yeah. But I couldn't kill zombies either. I'd given up on hope."

"And then that hope showed up?"

I looked at her with smug satisfaction, and Soyeon's expression twisted into contempt again.

"At least I got a hope of surviving. It just wasn't free."

"Of course not. But I said I'd take responsibility."

"I don't think you will."

Her reaction here was distinctly different from before. Up until now she had been talking like someone muttering to herself. Now she was directing real questions at me.

"You don't think I will?"

"You said it yourself. That you'd do whatever you want here."

"Yeah."

Soyeon hesitated slightly.

"That… you'll do whatever you want with other women too, won't you? I just happened to be the first one you met…"

"You're special. You're the first woman, and I said you're mine. In the old terms, that would make you the main wife."

"What is that even…"

Soyeon laughed in disbelief and covered her face with her hands.

If I sweetened my words a little more here, I might draw her heart out further. But there was no reason to, and no reason to bend. I was the master, and she was mine. Better to make it clear.

"Obviously, here everything goes my way. Whatever woman I take, whoever I sleep with — you don't get a say, and you can't do a thing about it. Get that through your head. It's selfish, but even if I meet someone else, you only look at me."

"You really are selfish."

"That's how relationships work. Your man is me now, so you adjust to me — body and heart. I won't say this two or three times. Got it?"

Soyeon didn't answer. She just listened with her hands still covering her face.

"But since you're the first, you'll get the treatment that comes with it. I won't betray you. Trust that much and follow me."

"Selfish, coercive. Because you're a man, is that it? Do I get a choice?"

"No. There's no right of refusal."

"I figured as much. Haa."

Whether that was praise or a curse, I couldn't tell — and with that, our conversation ended.

I had wanted to ask about her psychological wound as well, but I wouldn't dig into that until she brought it up herself. If she ever told me about that wound, it would be proof she had fully submitted and opened her heart to me.

I spent the morning resting. At lunch, I left the exhausted, sleeping Soyeon behind and headed outside. I checked my position against the map saved on my phone.

The next target was a high school. Recalling the schoolgirl I had spotted before, I set out to scout for new prey.