NTL
The zombies here were violent and powerful. They didn’t lumber along at a crawl; they charged like beasts, pure aggression in motion.
So what would become of people like me—people with no gear at all—if they had to face those things?
If the zombies were just wandering outside, it would be hard for them to come this way. And even if they did, I’d know about it the moment they moved, like an alarm going off.
Cheap little tricks like that were easy enough to see through. Now I could just sit back and enjoy the delightful situation where there was nothing they could do about it.
“Get lost! Why the hell would I do anything with the likes of you!”
But Woohee cursed me out and ran. Well now?
“Haha. This isn’t hide-and-seek, you know.”
So because things weren’t going according to their plan, she was just going to bolt on pure instinct?
That only made it more thrilling. If I could just catch her…
Lee Soyeon had been obedient. Seol-hwa had accepted it once things got serious.
But a woman who had no intention of giving in and was actively trying to escape—that was a first.
How much fun would it be to break her?
“Where are you?”
Like a killer from a horror movie, I started checking every corner.
This floor was mostly offices, so there wouldn’t be many open doors to begin with.
Aside from the main entrance, there was nowhere left to run.
The lower floors were off-limits anyway because of the zombies.
In the end, Woohee tried to slip into another office and was caught without much trouble.
“Hey. You were traded for food. You’re mine now. What do you think you’re doing running away?”
“You crazy bastard! You’re a perverted psycho!”
“You already know that. And you know exactly what you have to do to survive a perverted psycho, don’t you?”
This was the real pleasure of forcing it—taking that look of pure hatred and crushing it until it turned into loyalty.
I peeled off my gloves first and started getting ready.
“Well, if you start moaning too loud the zombies might come looking, so better to do it inside, right?”
“…”
Woohee’s expression was terrible. Not twisted with anger—pale and trembling. I hadn’t even seen that look on Lee Soyeon or Seol-hwa.
“Here we go.”
I already knew one of the offices on this floor would open. I shoved her inside.
“Come on, let’s have some fun.”
Oddly enough it wasn’t a regular office—more like a one-room studio, with a bed and computer desks on either side.
Some kind of workroom?
Didn’t matter. There was a bed. That was enough.
I set the crossbow down right away.
Last time carrying two had been pure inefficiency, so I’d only brought one and stashed it in the built-in closet.
And I took the bolts out separately too.
Given Woohee’s personality, it was safer that way.
I locked every weapon away and started stripping. She tried to run again.
“Don’t.”
I flung the greaves I’d just taken off and tripped her.
“You made a deal and accepted it. Why are you acting like this?”
I knew the reason. I just pretended I didn’t.
“Why the fuck should I do it with you! This is insane…”
Watching her shake with pure resentment only fed the sadism.
“You were sold. You’re mine now. Lick your master like a good girl.”
I finally stripped the rest of the way and turned myself toward her.
“Oh my god…”
Woohee’s face changed in an instant. She looked away.
“This is your master’s. Nothing like those other guys, right? This is what’s going to fuck you. Over and over from now on.”
I pulled her in and started caressing her.
Making a woman feel it first always made for the best sex.
Even if it was rape, there was a clear difference between just taking and taking after you’d worked her up. I preferred the latter. That way both of us could enjoy it.
My hands moved naturally, sinking into her chest.
“Ah! Let go!”
Struggling was useless against strength built by training and hard labor.
Just like with Seol-hwa, I pulled her into my arms and went straight for her breasts.
“Ah!”
“Hmm. A little small, actually.”
Slightly smaller than Seol-hwa’s? Well, Lee Soyeon was the big one; Seol-hwa was fine for her age. The feel was firm, but they still fit small in my hands.
I stroked them gently and she kept thrashing. Haha. Same type as Seol-hwa.
Didn’t matter. I could already pin her. Time for the important part.
I deliberately pressed my cock—already straining to thrust—against the shirt I’d pushed up.
“Hik!”
“Feel that? I’m going to fuck you raw with this and make you suffer. Go on. Feel your master’s cock.”
At the same time my hand slid down to her lower belly. First stage complete.
When my fingers reached the sensitive place, I felt a faint slickness.
“You’re getting wet? Good. Makes it easier for both of—”
“Get off me!”
A sharp impact slammed into the top of my foot. At the same moment something hit my cock with a force I hadn’t felt since middle-school soccer.
“Ugh!”
The kind of pain every adult man knows. The bitch had just kicked me square in the balls.
Not even a proper back kick—just a wild thrash.
She tried to run again. I surged up on pure rage, closed the distance in a blink, and slammed her against the wall.
“You’re making a big mistake. Getting hit in the balls doesn’t always stop a man. Sometimes it just makes him angrier.”
I’d planned to finish the foreplay properly first. Plan changed.
“You need punishment. For attacking your master.”
Pain or no pain, I was putting it in.
I threw her onto the bed in one motion and ripped her pants off.
“Get off! Get the fuck off! Why the hell am I in this—”
Slap!
I backhanded her hard enough to stun her completely.
Hit hard first. Insert while the lights are still out.
The second her body went slack I grabbed both legs and forced them wide.
There it was—well-kept, right in front of me. The little criminal who needed to be punished today, laid out so invitingly.
A little wetness, but not nearly enough.
I should have drawn more out of her, made her come, but not this time.
“This is your fault. Understand?”
I shoved myself in without mercy.
“Aaaah!”
Not a scream of pleasure. At least seventy percent pure pain.
Something she wasn’t used to, and big on top of that—of course it hurt.
That was the point. I wanted it to hurt.
No caressing. No affection. Just a clean shock for a cocky bitch.
“Augh!”
This was purely for me. I grabbed her breast roughly at the same time.
“Ah!”
Roughly mauling a woman’s chest while fucking her hard is every man’s fantasy, but in real life it’s hard to pull off because she doesn’t feel anything.
Right now I was doing it on purpose—squeezing hard, thrusting hard.
“Ah-pat! I—”
My other hand locked around her throat and pinned her down.
I moved my hips without the slightest mercy.
Slow and careful? Fuck that. The goal was to make her hurt.
“Don’t get it twisted. You talk back to your master? Does it hurt? It hurts because you talked back to your master! You understand me?!”
“Ugh… ah… haat!”
While I forced her body open, the tight grip around me started to ease a little.
Look at this bitch.
“What? Already feeling it? You get off on being forced? Huh? Is that your hobby?”
Pure mockery this time—nothing like Seol-hwa or Lee Soyeon.
I needed to grind that useless pride into dust.
“Get… ah! Ugh!”
I gave the still-dizzy girl no quarter. Just kept driving into her.
One hand still mauling her breast, my hips moved like a train at full speed.
The faster I went, the shorter and sharper her moans became. I locked her throat with the other hand and held her completely still.
“Look at your master properly. Does it hurt? It’s fine. You’ll end up feeling it anyway. You’ve got talent for this.”
“Ah! Ah! Aaaah!”
Her legs had already locked around my waist without her realizing it.
“Hmph.”
I put my whole body into it and her face crumpled like she couldn’t breathe.
“It hurts! It fucking hurts!”
Her arms flailed, but with adrenaline flooding me it meant nothing. Every thrust shoved her farther up the bed until her back hit the wall.
“Aaaah! Ah! Ah! Hnngh!”
In the middle of the pain she instinctively braced both arms against the wall to stop herself from being driven any farther.
Perfect. Like having built-in handles. I felt the moment arrive—time to mark her as a conqueror.
Right. This bitch was not allowed to come the first time.
Her body could react however it wanted, but I needed her mind to feel pure fear.
She was wet enough now that the motion had gotten easier, but I finished the first round right there.
“Haugh! Ugh… haah…!”
Pleasure was starting to color her moans, so I deliberately pulled out and shoved it in her face instead.
I marked her as the conqueror, right in front of the gasping girl.
“Ugh!”
She took it thick across her face and panted for air.
But she wasn’t satisfied, was she? She wanted more, didn’t she?
A woman’s instincts were easy enough to read.
“Sorry, but are you just going to rest on your own? Your master still wants more.”
I pressed the still-hard cock against her again. The earlier expression was gone. Her flushed face looked conflicted, almost tormented.
I wasn’t a mind reader, but I knew women’s psychology well enough.
In moments like this you just force it again. Then you get to watch her pleasure-drunk nature come out.
Without warning I started the second invasion.
While I was thoroughly enjoying myself, the civil defense people were desperately trying to hold their leader Sangsu back.
“Sangsu! Stop!”
“You son of a bitch! Because of you Woohee is—Woohee’s in danger right now! How many minutes has it been already?!”
His rage was aimed squarely at An Suhyeon. Everything had gone completely off-script from their original plan.
An Suhyeon looked wronged, on the verge of tears.
“W-why are you like this?”
“What?”
“We traded according to the terms, didn’t we?”
“Listen to this fucking guy.”
Sangsu kicked him square in the face.
“Ugh! Aaaah…”
“Who the hell traded according to the terms?! That was just for show! And where the fuck are the zombies now?!”
They were losing their minds. Woohee might have been the queen-bee type, but she was the spark that kept this place alive.
Losing her? That was never supposed to be possible.
More than anything, the jealousy and fury of another man taking what was his had completely swallowed Sangsu.
“We go in while avoiding the zombies.”
“H-how?”
They all glared at An Suhyeon.
“Hey, An Suhyeon. You draw the zombies.”
“?”
Still sniffling on the ground, An Suhyeon lifted his head at the bolt-from-the-blue demand.
“Lure the zombies! Even a stupid, useless bastard like you can be useful for once.”
The humiliation made An Suhyeon tremble. Seeing that old doormat expression only stoked Sangsu’s rage higher.
“Hey! Are you insane? For real…”
“Sangsu, wait. If you push him that hard it’s dangerous.”
His comrades tried to cool him down before he completely lost it.
“What if that bastard deliberately runs straight at us?”
“Ah…”
Once they thought about it calmly, using An Suhyeon as bait was genuinely suicidal.
“But… Woohee… we have to save her! Somehow!”
“Hey, there’s a bottle here. Let’s use this to lure them.”
They grabbed a glass bottle and exchanged looks. Hiding behind a car, they deliberately threw it in the opposite direction.
The plan worked.
The sound of shattering glass drew the zombies. While the creatures slowly shuffled over to investigate, the group all sprinted into the building at once.
“They’re coming our way!”
“Minpyeong! Over the wall! You draw their attention!”
“Me? Me?”
“Once you’re over the wall you can run! We’ve done it before!”
They threw out one more decoy and successfully made it inside.
Sangsu’s eyes were bloodshot as he searched for Woohee.
Then an obscene, sickening sound reached his ears.
“This is…”
He knew that sound. Woohee’s moans. Climbing one more floor made them even clearer.
“Woohee.”
Sangsu’s whole body shook. The moans reaching him now were almost coquettish.
“Haaat! Ah! Ah! Nngh…!”
The moans quickened, and Sangsu’s heart burned faster with them. The corridor was filled with the sounds of her corruption, tormenting every one of them.
The noise grew louder. The moans themselves echoed down the hallway.
Sangsu said nothing.
He simply tracked the rising intensity of Woohee’s moans and the coquettish edge in them.
“Aaaah! Haaaah!”
An ominous climax-level cry spread through the air.
In Sangsu’s head the image of Woohee’s body arching like a bow was already burning.
“You fucking bastard!”
Blind with rage, he followed the moans to their source and finally kicked the door in.
The moment it flew open he saw his woman lying on the bed, thoroughly conquered and debauched.
Sweat covering her entire body, white fluid that wasn’t his dripping from her most precious place, and a faint smile somehow still on her face.
“Woohee!”
Sangsu was about to charge in, blood boiling—
“You’re the ones who broke the promise.”
The violent conqueror of Woohee was already moving, crossbow in hand.