Purpose
If there was one thing that had changed about Lee Soyeon lately, it was the way she stroked my hair.
And she did it smiling.
"..."
Even now, she held me close on the bed and kept running her fingers through it with quiet diligence.
I still wasn't sure what the gesture meant to her, but she clearly enjoyed it, so I let her. I had something of my own to occupy my hands with, after all. The full, soft weight of her breast filled my palm with a thoroughly satisfying feel.
Soyeon's beautifully risen chest sat right in front of my eyes. Honestly, during sex it was hard to give her breasts the attention they deserved — moments like this, when we'd already spent ourselves completely, were better for pure appreciation.
They were definitely large. The clothes and that negligee-like one-piece she wore hid it well, but they were on the bigger side for sure.
"What size are you?"
"Hmm? The last time I measured was... high school, I think? Seventy-five E. It's been so long I couldn't say for certain."
"I've seen plenty of women's chests, you know. This looks bigger than that. You've grown since then."
No matter how I looked at it, the volume under clothes and the volume bare were two different things.
The C-cups and D-cups guys like us imagined from manga and anime didn't quite match reality. Size was size, so a chest still stood out under clothing — but the actual volume was clearly less than the 2D version. That was why even well-endowed women in real life could put on a slightly oversized T-shirt and suddenly look far less full.
There was a reason the phrase "looks skinny once she puts clothes on" existed.
I was still savoring that sheer size with my own hands when Soyeon brought her fingers to my neck.
"So does that mean you'll take responsibility for me?"
"Out of nowhere?"
"I'm asking seriously. You said yourself you're going to meet this woman and that woman."
Her expression looked sad then.
"Someday... you might throw me away?"
"..."
"There are younger women out there. A lot of them. Really?"
Soyeon seemed to want certainty from me. What a thing to worry about.
I pressed my face into her breast and bit down. She flinched, and I moved my tongue against her skin.
"Mmm..."
"Lee Soyeon, you're an actress. Fundamentally. Most young women already lose to you in looks. If I'd wanted just any woman, I would have done it a long time ago. I'm picky."
Figuring out the reaction a woman wanted in a moment like this was easy enough.
Half of Soyeon genuinely feared being discarded. The other half simply wanted a clear, solid answer from me.
Which made the reply simple.
"Then tell me during your period next month. I'll get you pregnant."
"...Pregnant?"
"I don't know why you keep saying things that don't mean anything. Becoming my woman means I take responsibility. You're my woman, so I'll be responsible for you to the end. Just because I meet other women doesn't mean I'd throw you away. You're the first."
I made sure she understood exactly what she needed. The same way I used to back in high school.
Soyeon's expression froze for a moment. Then the reaction came.
Just for an instant, the corner of her mouth moved. She was a veteran actress — skilled at changing her face — but the shift from a moment ago was drastic.
"If that's how you feel... I can't exactly refuse. I'll accept it."
"No. I shouldn't be the one driving this. You have to want it."
Taking the lead myself was fine, but the woman had to respond of her own will.
Picture her begging me to get her pregnant. Lee Soyeon, asking me to put a child in her with her own mouth? Perfect.
It would be incredible.
But that passive attitude of hers wouldn't do. She had to cry out for it herself, because she wanted it.
As I'd said before, stripping away Soyeon's passivity and drawing out an active attitude was the goal of conditioning her.
We weren't there yet.
"If you get pregnant, that would be true legitimate succession. First woman, first pregnancy, first child."
"Legitimate succession. The way you put it, it sounds like a king and queen. Reminds me of when I used to shoot historical dramas."
Her expression had settled into something far more at ease.
"Have you confirmed how I feel? Then if you want it yourself — if you ask me to get you pregnant — I'll make sure of it."
"Myself? If you're going that far, I should tell you what's really on my mind. That would be fair."
Soyeon smiled with a meaningful look and spoke.
"There's something I want to tell you. Calling it revenge might be too grand, but there's something I need to confirm."
"What is it?"
"The real reason I came here. It wasn't just for rest."
She told me about the actress named Si Hyun-ah.
"So it wasn't simple recovery. You were under enormous psychological strain."
"I want to know the truth. Whether the things she said while comforting me were real, or whether..."
"Whether she was the kind of villainess you only see in dramas."
"Exactly. That's been the weight on my heart this whole time. I want to know the truth."
If I could fill that void completely, Soyeon would come over to my side for good.
"Pregnancy, anything else — none of it matters. If those people are still alive, I want to know."
"But in times like these... ah. Come to think of it, famous celebrities had higher survival rates, didn't they?"
Soyeon shared one more crucial fact.
"Si Hyun-ah is alive. At least she was until the power went out."
"Really?"
"Yes. There are survivors over in Gangdong-gu. I know she's there. The apartment her boyfriend bought her was in that area. On top of that, she's been gathering other apartments and living there. With her personality, she absolutely would."
A fierce hunger burned in Soyeon then.
Rage toward the person who had dealt her such a devastating blow.
And if I resolved that?
"Soyeon. If it turns out to be true — what will you do?"
"I'll think about that when the time comes."
She smiled faintly.
The next day, before I headed out, Soyeon calmly prepared a meal for me.
It was food I'd brought in the first place, but unlike other people, she knew how to plate. She didn't just set the same food down raw — she arranged it prettily on a dish.
Age had its advantages, I supposed. She did it well.
I ate with pleasure, and then it was time for the master of the house to sortie.
"I'll be back in a few days. Wait for me."
"Alright. I'll be looking forward to it."
I took in Soyeon's smile as she saw me off, and then I moved.
I rode the electric bike with a military bag slung over my shoulder, this time heading toward the civil defense side.
Enemy threats shouldn't be a problem. More than anything, the gunfire had already stirred up the zombies.
Against zombies that was a drawback — but against humans, having zombies on the move was actually useful. Human shields, in a sense.
For that reason, the stab-proof gear should still be fine. Unless the enemy circled around and came back the long way.
And even if they did, that would just mean fighting zombies in a zone I hadn't cleared yet. An enemy without bullets was easy enough to handle. The electric bike rolled past a corpse or two, and I was nearly at my destination.
"Ah. Soyeon and Seol-hwa both show a fair amount of affection already. Once they get properly obedient, what should I do with them?"
People always went looking for something more stimulating. Of course a submissive attitude was good on its own — but you could take it further and run every kind of play imaginable.
"Maybe occupy every hole on both of them, pick up some dog collars too. Buy some 'toys' and torment them with those. There's so much to do."
Honestly, the thrill of overpowering forced resistance and the thrill of playing with a fully obedient partner were completely different things.
Defiant ones were defiant from the start, so the only real option was forcing them — and that raw reaction was the main source of excitement.
With ones who were already obedient, the excitement came from using that obedience to make them do embarrassing, humiliating things.
Soyeon and Seol-hwa were both the obedient type, so I was looking forward to what came next.
"Then shall I go see some raw reactions?"
And now the person who would give me those raw reactions — the kind that had already started to fade elsewhere — was right in front of me.
Woohee.
It was always the same. Keep at it long enough and a man and woman could end up thick as thieves; eventually, even the resistant ones turned somewhat obedient.
Which was why a new woman's reactions mattered.
Woohee was perfect for that.
Her personality was rebellious to begin with, and she still carried a strong dislike for me.
The pleasure of breaking that down was something I couldn't get from the other two.
I finally reached for the door of the house — and pressed a hand to my forehead.
"Locked?"
The door wouldn't open.
This was different from Seol-hwa. Seol-hwa had just been sulking; up until then she'd always cooperated fine.
But Woohee right now?
"You locked it because it's dangerous, right? Open the door."
Honestly, part of me hoped she was just rejecting me outright.
After everything I'd already done to her, putting on that "my spirit won't break" act.
"Are you asleep, maybe?"
I offered a kindness I didn't feel. My voice was this loud — there was no way she couldn't hear it.
In my mind, the image of a defiant Woohee flickered.
Or maybe she really was asleep. Queen bee that she was, she could rest easy.
But not coming out even when I was hammering on the door like this?
Then I had to assume a different route. I'd broken into other people's homes plenty of times already — Soyeon's included.
And for a single floor, it wouldn't take long.
I went straight down to the first floor and checked the windows. Moving between floors in a multi-family house was simple enough.
I stripped off the bag and weapons and grabbed the balcony railing bare-handed.
"Alright then..."
It was a little precarious, but the thought of thoroughly tormenting Woohee's ass made me almost giddy.
I clung to the old iron railing, and the moment Woohee's place came into view, our eyes met.
Woohee and me, climbing up. So she hadn't been asleep after all.
"D-don't come in!"
"What's this about? You enjoyed yourself plenty. You agreed to live here, remember?"
"You forced me. Please, just let me go."
And then she locked the room door and fled.
"That's the reaction I wanted."
A situation this perfect for breaking someone down. The sadism in my chest surged up like a flood — a bonus.
The reaction was so good I chose only the correct moves. First, a method that would needle Woohee's "pretense."
Why pretense? If Woohee had truly wanted to leave this place, she'd had plenty of chances.
I'd spent days elsewhere and come back.
But she hadn't left. She'd stayed here, living large under my protection.
The food bags and boxes scattered across the living room were the proof. In short, this was her way of forcibly propping up the pride she'd already surrendered to me.
I pulled a box of condoms from among the crates she'd stockpiled in the house.
And I grabbed the lube we'd used last time as well.
You had to be careful of injury when doing it in the ass. Even after the taste we'd had last time, bleeding was only natural — all the more reason to be thorough.
The ass demanded care and cleanliness.
Woohee had the honor of being the first to receive that treatment, so the preparation had to be solid.
I looked at the room she'd gone into and saw it connected to the living room side.
In older houses, there was often a space jutting out past the living room or kitchen. Too narrow to call a storage room — usually just enough for a boiler and a washing machine.
"You don't know I've been bouncing around old houses, do you?"
I climbed over the washing machine and stood right in front of the window to the room she'd entered.
Without a single mistake, I smoothly opened the window — and there was Woohee, staring at me and sinking to the floor.
"Enough of the show. Climbing through the window is a pain, so open the door."
"...No. It hurts."
"It always hurts the first time. Once you're addicted, you'll probably start looking for the ass more than the other place."
That was a fact.
As long as you stimulated her properly, of course. Which was why the early training mattered.
But Woohee still refused to move, so I finally stepped through the window onto the desk.
"No..."
"Accept it, idiot."
I dragged her over by force and threw her onto the mattress.
Then, peeling off my clothes one piece at a time, I planted a foot on the back of the thrashing Woohee.
"Stay still."
At the warning, she flinched like a frightened rabbit, and I closed the distance with ease.
I stripped the jeans right off her and prepared for the work.
"Relax. It'll go in easier than last time, at least."
I didn't waste time the way I had before. I aimed my cock — thickly coated in lube — at Woohee's ass and pulled her hips back.
"Wai— aaaaagh!"
Her scream began to ring sweetly in my ears.