Cleanup
When it came to sex, a man was always going to be greedy and curious.
But in ordinary human relationships, getting everything you wanted was still hard. The relationship you wanted, the positions you wanted, the acts you wanted—all of it was restricted. Sure, there were alpha-male types who demanded those things as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but men like that—myself included, back then—were a minority. Which meant the vast majority of men, to one degree or another, were left with a lot of frustration.
In this world, though, I didn't have to worry about any of that. Everything was mine to decide. Sunlight was streaming through the window bars, and as I greeted a pleasant morning, desire kept needling at me without pause.
"How about mornings? Better than going late into the night, right?"
"I'm exhausted, you idiot."
Seol-hwa, who had been lying limply on the sofa wiping away sweat, staggered to her feet.
"Do guys usually go this long?"
"I'm the exception. So don't even think about meeting some other man."
"Listen to you brag..."
Seol-hwa drank from the water bottle I'd brought up, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"Haa..."
"Alright. Time to finish up, then."
"Finish what? Don't tell me you want to go again. Are you actually an animal?"
She was sulking. Tch. Still so inexperienced.
"Not that. I mean finish me off."
I pointed at my cock, still gleaming under the morning sun.
"You want me to finish you with my hand?"
"No. With your mouth."
"...No way!"
Seol-hwa recoiled in horror. Surprisingly many women claimed they couldn't even manage this most basic of acts. Forcing it used to be out of the question—but this world was different.
"Do it."
"...I seriously don't even know how..."
"I'll handle it. Just come here. You don't even know how to make your boyfriend feel good?"
I was forcing her. But if I said do it, she had no choice but to do it. Wasn't that the best part? I could use this girl's mouth however I pleased.
"I'll do the work. Just keep your mouth open. If your boyfriend wants it, you do it."
"That's so mean— mph!"
I shoved myself into her mouth without further ceremony. Of course my size against her small mouth created a fantastic pressure. Warmth enveloped me inside that tiny mouth.
"This is when you use your tongue to make him happy. Got it?"
"Mmph... nngh..."
Seol-hwa was trying to say something through her stuffed mouth, eyes full of defiance... not that I cared. I was going to do exactly what I wanted.
I started thrusting hard. Holding her head, I poured every bit of that excitement into her.
"Open a little wider. Even if it's hard, you need to if you want to make me feel good. Watch the teeth, too."
As I ruthlessly invaded that soft, tight interior, saliva she couldn't hold back spilled from her mouth. With every thrust, the spit she failed to swallow simply ran free. That, too, was excellent audiovisual material for me.
I pushed hard and managed to reach the back of her throat.
"Ghk! Mmph!"
Seol-hwa reacted as if her breath had been cut off, and I only sped up my hips. I could feel her tongue moving around my cock.
"More! Move your tongue more."
Forced. Coerced. And yet the fact that she had no choice but to take it felt so damn good. My way. My rules. I could customize and raise this girl however I liked.
The continuous stimulation squeezed my cock as I drove as deep as her throat would allow. Hurting? She'd be fine.
I lifted a foot and slid it between her legs, prying apart the thighs she'd been tensing. Sure enough, her already-stimulated body responded with pure pleasure. The sensation between her thighs and the pressure around my cock both intensified.
"Don't be embarrassed. It's only natural."
Honestly, I still had room to spare—mostly because I hadn't buried myself to the root. Even so, I was already reaching the end of her, so I'd held back out of consideration.
The breath rising from her throat, the sight of her struggling and still refusing to give up—that was all the material I needed to build toward orgasm. Focusing on sound again, the only thing filling the room was the wet, satisfying impact of my cock violating her mouth.
For a good ten minutes, nothing but wordless breathing. Then, just as Seol-hwa was losing the fight against her own drool, I started to feel it too.
"Hold on a little longer."
"Mmph! Nngh! Ghk!"
Ending it was my choice. Enjoying it longer was also my choice. Where else could a man feel happiness like this? This kind of performance was only possible here.
As the sweet pleasure flooded my lower body and release drew near, I slammed my hips with everything I had.
"Ghk—mmph!"
At the same time, Seol-hwa's breathing turned frantic, as if she were choking, and the grip of her mouth tightened dramatically.
"Nngh!"
At last, the end of that pleasure arrived. I poured everything I had into her.
"Don't spill any. Swallow it all."
"Mmph..."
Eyes that had been wet with tears shifted back toward anger. But the difference from before was that she'd resigned herself and started sucking it down in earnest. Her throat worked, and the sensation of her swallowing rocked through me again.
After leisurely watching the whole thing, I withdrew from her mouth the way you'd draw a sword from its sheath—slowly, carefully, pulling that long symbol of conquest free.
"Good work."
"Cough. Haa... haa... It's too big."
"You'll get better with practice."
Now the morning's real work began. I'd enjoyed myself enough for today—time to head back and reorganize. But first, this place needed more sorting. While Seol-hwa rested, I busied myself loading everything back onto the cart, including enough food for her to last more than three months. I hauled up the existing shower booth, water containers, and shoved the generator inside as well.
"But... this is going to basically block the stairs, isn't it?"
Unlike Lee Soyeon's place, the hallway where Seol-hwa lived wasn't particularly wide. Even just setting the toilet up filled the space enough to obstruct movement. I had no choice but to leave it on the first floor and go back up.
"Alright, that wraps the cleanup. You know how hard your boyfriend is working right now? There's a portable toilet on the first floor, and for the generator—"
I'd need a long extension cord. There should be one among the camping supplies.
"You want me to go all the way down to the first floor just to use the bathroom? That's not just dangerous—that's suicide."
"I know, but if the toilet cuts out, there's nothing we can do."
"Is bringing it up hard?"
"It's possible. It's just hard on me."
Seol-hwa looked at me then with a faint smile.
"Bring it up for me."
"What?"
"You've been doing whatever you want this whole time. I can't just go outside freely anyway. Even if the entrance gets a little inconvenient, just haul it up."
Cold sweat broke out for a second. That thing? Even I, used to hard labor, had gotten sick after moving it once. But leaving it on the first floor was genuinely too dangerous. Better I suffer a little than let something happen to this girl—and it would make handling her that much more convenient.
In the end, I repeated what I'd done with Lee Soyeon and dragged the damn thing all the way up.
"Good thing it's only the third floor."
Because the stairs were short and narrow, I ended up laying it flat and hauling it up by pulling—and somehow that made it a little easier than last time. Soon I set the generator down, fired it up, and foam began covering the toilet bowl.
"Whoa, that's cool. But it's blocking the stairs. I can barely open the door properly."
"You're the one who told me to bring it up."
The space right in front of the door was so tight you could barely open it halfway.
"I can squeeze through fine, though?"
Seol-hwa, still naked, slipped through the gap with ease. I could not. I had to scrape and twist my way in.
"This should be safe enough. Hard for anyone to just wander in. Thanks, oppa."
"Yeah, I put in some work—wait, what did you just call me?"
"Oppa. You are, aren't you? There's no way you're younger than me. Good job~"
Seol-hwa was smiling the way a wife might coo at her husband coming home from work. That had a pretty nice ring to it, too. A girl still in school calling me that so familiarly—I was starting to understand why men liked younger women.
"You know how to flip the generator switch, right? Use it as needed."
"So when are you coming back?"
"Not sure exactly, but within a week?"
"Can you come sooner?"
The way Seol-hwa said it, shy and soft, was almost unbearably cute. She really was different. Unlike Lee Soyeon's passive attitude, Seol-hwa became bright and eager whenever she felt she owed someone or needed to repay a favor—even the almost-flirtatious way she was talking now.
I really wanted to take her with me wherever I went. Unfortunately, I had to return to reality and prepare. House remodeling, the inquiries I'd put in with the private investigators, and more combat gear for the fights ahead. Get stronger, then challenge the fourth expedition. And with the information I'd gained on this trip, a better way to make full use of those two years.
"I'll try to come as soon as I can. Wait for me."
I took the electric bike and the cart and headed home again.
Seolin High School was in shock.
Their spiritual pillar had turned into a zombie and died, and they were left adrift.
"What do we do now?"
No one knew how to proceed. The other teachers and survivors tried, at least, to maintain the existing structure.
"Everyone, it's alright. It was an unforeseen accident."
"What if the guy who killed Mr. Gang comes back?"
"We're out of food now, too."
The chaos was worse than expected. With Gang Haseong dead like that, the future had gone very dark.
"Everyone, stay calm. We can still hold out for a few more days. We'll cut the rations and search the surrounding area."
For a while, it held. The system was already in place, so things kept rolling along. But compared to Gang Haseong's neurotic regime of preparation, the ones left behind were halfhearted.
"Teacher! Where do you think you're taking my daughter?"
"...Just guidance."
"Don't give me that crap! You think I don't know you've been quietly disappearing with the girls?"
Unlike Gang Haseong, who had kept things under strict control, these people were undisciplined.
"I'm the one managing this place. And you're going to accuse me without evidence?"
"What did you say, you bastard?!"
Fights and disorder began spreading like a wildfire.
"Stop fighting!"
"Everyone, stop! What if someone turns into a zombie again?"
It didn't explode completely—but the spark had already caught beautifully.
"Hey! You need to follow the rules!"
"You people do whatever you want and then talk nonsense!"
"That food is supposed to feed the kids!"
Even small amounts of food sparked brawls, and the school's grip on control was crumbling by the hour. And that wasn't all. Through the weakened authority, hatred and rage began wrapping around each other. The result was violence.
The faction trying to keep order ignored their own faults, barked orders blindly, and beat anyone who pushed back. The idea that zombies wouldn't appear in the middle of all that was pure delusion. In a situation ruled by anger and amplified emotion, zombies bursting out was only natural.
"Someone's turning!"
"Fall back for now!"
Casualties followed. And then came the unforgivable act of someone returning from an expedition who had hidden a wound from a zombie. Zombies transforming left and right. With barely any equipment, the school's people descended into pure pandemonium.