The Power of a Male
How much fun is it, really, to do whatever you want with a woman who resists — or pretends she doesn't want it?
In the end, just look at Woohee. No matter how much she cursed me, no matter what she tried, she wound up straining to take me in more eagerly than anyone else.
Even compared to the other two, she was unmistakably the most aggressive about it.
I kept going just like that, and outside, the zombie radar was still blaring. I scooped Woohee up — still clinging hard around my neck and waist — and lifted her clean off the ground.
"Haah—!!"
It drove in far deeper than missionary ever could. Woohee's body shuddered hard as she gasped for breath.
I started walking like that.
Lifting her, dropping her, driving into her with real force.
"Ah—! Too... too... nngh! Deep... just a little..."
"You want me to go easy? You think you're in any position to ask me for favors right now?"
"...Hnn! Haah! Ah... I... die... uhhah—!"
Whether she was trying to form words or just moaning, I didn't care. I kicked open one side of a wardrobe and pinned Woohee hard against the other.
With her crushed against the wardrobe, I opened the free half and checked the crossbow and the rest of the weapons.
I was certain those bastards would be coming up soon — but I still had to finish this first, didn't I?
And damn if this wasn't thrilling. One wrong move and I could die mid-act.
"How's that? Pinned to the wall — goes even deeper, doesn't it?"
A strange, delicious sense of transgression was running through me. This woman had never planned to offer herself to me. She'd planned an ambush.
And now here she was, that plan smashed to pieces, whimpering and getting fucked right in front of me.
Yeah. For an arrogant bitch like this, rape really was the best medicine.
I shoved her harder and worked my hips. Woohee threw her head back and dragged in ragged breaths.
"Nngh!"
Lifting a woman like this gave you that deep penetration and the pure conquest of holding her in your hands — but it was exhausting.
It wasn't just swinging your hips. If she didn't move with you, or if she was a beginner, you had to hoist her entirely on your own strength.
Which was exactly why you pinned her to a wall.
It made things easier for me, and the pressure of my weight made her cling even tighter.
And using my hips like that, I could drive the pleasure even deeper.
"A little gentler—! Ah! Ahn! Haa... haang!"
Her moans were getting louder now, tickling right against my ear.
And Woohee and I locked eyes.
That defiant look from earlier had melted into something soft as a lamb. She just stared up at me with a flushed face.
Wet, filthy sounds — I could feel the slick heat of her fluids against my lower stomach.
I had no idea how many times she'd already come.
But from the way she was reacting now, it was obvious she'd hit another peak.
A razor-edge situation where those bastards could show up any second. Whether I finished first or they arrived first.
"Ah... stop... nngh! Now...! I..."
"You're filthy. Getting off on this while I'm doing it to you."
"Ahhk! Aaaahn!"
Her body convulsed. She couldn't even fight it — another climax hit her full-on, and the second I saw it, I slammed my hips forward and drove her right to the edge.
Look at this. Everything going exactly the way I wanted. She could hit me, throw a fit, whatever she liked — the moment I fucked her into misery, she clung to me on her own. She was born for this.
I kept pushing her past the limit, putting everything I had into emptying myself inside her.
In that electric instant when what might have been their footsteps reached nearby, my lower body finally sent the signal.
"Ugh!"
And of course I finished inside her — the final seal on the whole thing.
"Hoo. Nice."
With the footsteps closing in, I threw Woohee onto the bed and snatched up the crossbow.
A brief silence. The sounds stopped. Then the door opened.
"Woohee!"
Someone's desperate voice rang out. I raised the crossbow and took aim like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"You're the ones who broke the promise."
"What?"
No point talking.
The crossbow fired. The bastard's head exploded right in front of me.
"Uwaaaagh!"
The rest of the pack — two of them, maybe?
I hit the rapid-fire and was about to shoot again when they turned and ran.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I started after them at once. One of them tripped; the other was still sprinting hard.
"Aaagh! Spare me...! Please, spare me!"
"I didn't even plan on killing anyone. But dragging your whole crew up here? That doesn't leave much room for excuses, does it?"
"Hiiik!"
I put a bolt through the leg of the one still running.
"Gyaaaagh!"
Better a sure kill than gambling on a moving head.
With his scream still hanging in the air, I put the last bolt through his skull.
I collected the bolts. The remaining one I could take my time with.
Why? Like I said — there were zombies downstairs. Even if you somehow slipped past them coming in, going back out was a death sentence.
"Where are you hiding?"
I tracked the footsteps. Sounds were coming from upstairs.
I knew that psychology well. He'd be crouched somewhere, waiting for a chance.
I deliberately didn't go after him right away. I went back to where Woohee was sprawled out and put my clothes back on.
Woohee wasn't moving — out cold, maybe.
She wouldn't try anything, would she? She wasn't about to go charging at zombies either way.
Then the hunt began. I went upstairs, pressed my ear to the walls, and listened at every office door.
If you ran hard, you needed time to catch your breath. In a wrecked building with no ambient noise, even the smallest sound carried easily.
I walked quietly, then suddenly kicked an office wall.
"...."
Nobody here.
I skipped the next one entirely, cut around a corner, and kept going.
If I were the one running, I would never hide near an entrance.
Getting as far away as possible was pure instinct.
At the very last room, I kicked the wall in one clean strike.
A small sound — and right then, something off registered.
Everyone remembers that particular noise from school, or somewhere, when someone plants a hand on the floor, right?
That was the sound coming from inside.
"Found you!"
I kicked the door in. The runner threw something at me.
A box.
Deliberately making the other guy flinch so he could bolt for his life?
Sorry — unlike zombies, I didn't need to aim for the head.
As long as he couldn't move, that was enough.
I put a bolt through his leg. Another sharp scream tore through the room.
"Aaagh! You fucking—! Gyaaaagh!"
"Shut up."
The next bolt took his head clean off. Now for the zombies.
"Kyaaaagh!"
All that noise had finally drawn them inside.
I went to the stairs. At the end of the wet, thudding impacts, a blood-soaked zombie locked eyes with me.
"Just the one?"
"Guaaaagh!"
It came charging up the stairs in a frenzy. But the terrain was on my side.
The second it jumped, I stepped back — and it sprawled face-first onto the floor.
"Bye."
One shot to the head, and peace finally settled over the place.
"There should be one more. Don't see it, though."
I went back down to the first floor looking for the remaining one, but it was gone.
Maybe it chased after the others?
If it wasn't here, nothing I could do about it.
Time to clean things up. I went back upstairs and woke Woohee.
"Get up."
Just in case of infection, I stripped off my gloves and shook her.
"Get up! Your master is here."
Had she passed out from that? Her stamina was weaker than the other two.
Seol-hwa and Soyeon never blacked out no matter how many rounds we went.
I hauled the frail little thing upright.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!"
Sure enough — raw, prickly defiance. Seol-hwa's resistance was more like playful sulking. This was different. This was the attitude of a high-handed woman looking down on some underling.
Still not getting it, was she?
I closed my hand around Woohee's throat.
"A bitch who was just whimpering under me, and you're still running your mouth? Get yourself in line before I put a dog collar on you and take you for a walk."
"What? Me, to trash like you— Get lost!"
Crack!
I slapped her across the face without a second thought. The only reason I usually treated women gently was when they knew how to submit on their own.
If they fought back? They needed to feel the hierarchy, clear and absolute.
"I'll give you a nice little rule for how things are going to work from now on. You obey me. Unconditionally. Your opinions don't matter. You do exactly what I say."
While Woohee was still reeling, her eyes suddenly snapped toward the doorway.
Another round of piercing screams tore through the air.
"Sangsu! Sangsu..."
"He's dead."
I caught her as she started to collapse under the grief.
"Why Sangsu? Sangsu... ah... ah..."
She couldn't stand under the shock. I held her up and pulled her into my arms.
Right now I needed somewhere more comfortable to play with this woman — past this place.
She could mourn her dead friend all she wanted. What did it matter? Though once she saw the other one dead outside, she'd probably lose it.
I dragged her along by the hand, steering her to the opposite side of the ones I'd killed.
Using my body to block her view the whole way.
"Sangsu..."
"...."
At times like this, I stayed quiet. Same as with Seol-hwa — let her cry herself out, then loosen the reins later. That was the proper way.
We made it safely downstairs, all the way to where the electric bikes were.
"So from now on, you're mine. Hmm..."
But where was I supposed to put this one? The most convenient spots right now were near Seol-hwa's or Soyeon's places.
Was it really fine to drop her right next to the two of them, though?
She was a thoroughly rotten-tempered bitch, too.
I might have to buy another house and set something up separately.
And then I saw a zombie staggering toward us — no. An Suhyeon.
"What happened to you? Who hit you?"
"...Yes."
"Don't worry. The ones who beat you are probably all dead by now."
An Suhyeon's eyes went wide.
"You killed them?"
"The ones who were harassing you, most likely. I took out about three of them. As for the rest, who knows."
I handed a stunned An Suhyeon a knife.
"Hey. Can you do what I tell you?"
"Huh?"
"I asked if you can do what I tell you."
An Suhyeon, face still shocked, hurriedly nodded.
"Then from now on, you manage this place."
"Wh-what?"
An Suhyeon just stared at me, looking completely lost.
*
A strong male. An Suhyeon had always longed for that.
He had always been the one getting tormented, always stuck in the position of the weak. A perpetual outcast, slow-moving, with an awkward, frustrating manner that was enough to make other people angry just looking at him.
Manage this place? Me? Me?
And yet the offer the man in front of him had just made was something he had never imagined — something he could barely even process.
An Suhyeon was stunned to find a heavy responsibility suddenly dropped on him.
"Me? Me?"
"Yeah. What's there to drag out? Hey! All of you, get out here!"
He called every last one of the civil defense people out. Then he grabbed An Suhyeon's shoulder and grinned.
"Your boss was that Sangsu guy, right? He mouthed off to me and got himself killed. So from now on, you do exactly what I—"
"You killed Sangsu? Are you insane!"
The man's declaration was pure shock value. Of course nobody was going to fall in line.
Fists flew. A fight broke out.
This is crazy. Can you even talk like that? He's speaking down to them like they're nothing.
In An Suhyeon's mind, an attitude like that was bound to provoke a backlash.
If it were me, I would have spoken politely. Tak-su would get angry like that.
A middle-aged man seized him by the collar and started shouting. An Suhyeon couldn't understand why anyone would provoke them like that.
"You little shit! Who the hell do you think you are?"
"You're the ones who broke the promise. So now I do whatever I want."
"What? You murdering son of a— ghk!"
But right then, a knife thicker than a kitchen blade punched straight into the man's throat.
"Uwaaaagh!"
Screams erupted. The man yanked the knife free and drove it into the skull.
"Like I said — I do whatever I want. Anyone got a problem with that? Life and death around here belong to me. Got it?"
He crushed them under pure terror in a single stroke. And in that overwhelming display, An Suhyeon felt something fierce begin to stir deep in his chest.