Whore, With A Kindly Smile (1)
I woke up. I had some kind of dream, but I can't remember it. It left me with a vague, unsettled feeling. But I soon forgot it. It’s not like this is the first time. Besides, a dream is just a dream. There’s no need to think deeply about it or consider it important. Because the place I live in is reality.
I got out of bed, drank a glass of water, and started by checking what needed to be inspected. The cameras recording the outside. I set them back to before I went to sleep and compared the screens. Had anything changed in the meantime? Not really. There are no living people around here. The only things alive are the plants growing like crazy. Maybe the occasional wild boar that comes near here to dig up the ground? Even though the days have become quite cool in the mornings and evenings, the plants are still growing well. They probably won't stop growing until it gets colder. Since these plants have gone mad from the growth promoters, they’ll only come to their senses when a harsh cold snap hits.
I’m quite curious about what happened to the warmer regions without a cold season. If humans were still alive, the plants wouldn't be able to expand their territory. But now, there are fewer humans to do that. Zombies have no interest in plants. So, there is no one to stop the march of the vegetation. Herbivores? They will likely thrive together. The idea of "let's eat them all and get rid of them!" is impossible. That’s just bullshit.
The woman is also staying quiet. The camera recording the room. The sight of the woman sleeping in the bed. I stood up. Then I headed toward the lab. As I unlocked the woman's door and entered, she stirred and sat up. I closed the door and took off my pants. Then I approached her and spread her legs. At first, she had a slightly flustered expression, but she soon grasped her situation and put on a fake smile. She’s a woman who knows it’s more profitable to just spread her legs obediently with a fake smile than to get annoyed and resist. So, she is submissive. She doesn't reject me.
Whether it was yesterday or today, perhaps because it had been a while since I’d held a woman, my cock stood up immediately. So, I grabbed it and shoved it into her body. Squish, squish. The sound of forcing a cunt that wasn't fully wet yet to become slick. There is no affectionate love, no communion between us, no matching rhythm or pacing. To me, this woman is merely a warm hole. A hole I can come and fuck whenever I want. A fleshlight that cleans itself. So, I shook my hips as I pleased and shot my load inside her. Even though I ejaculated inside her, she showed not a hint of resistance or aversion. Does she think that if she gets pregnant like this, her position might become more secure? Or is she perhaps a woman who can't get pregnant at all? Who knows. I haven't thought that far ahead. But one thing is certain: this woman will never give birth to a child. She’ll die before that happens.
I pulled my cock out of her cunt. I felt like I could go one more round if I wanted to, but I ended it there. There was no need to push myself. This woman is always here and will spread her legs whenever I want, right?
"I'll clean you up."
And before I could even answer, she jumped up and sucked my cock. Very skillful. A calm action, as if it were nothing. Watching that, I felt it for sure. It’s not for nothing that men spend money on women in this profession. Once you experience something like this, it becomes the standard. Your standards just get higher. Since it would be hard to get this kind of treatment elsewhere or from other ordinary women, your threshold for satisfaction rises that much higher. So, this too must be seen as a sales tactic. A high-level service. This woman is the same.
"That's enough. Stop."
I pushed her head away. Even then, she sucked on my cock one last time with a slurp. And then she smiled at me. It was a fake smile, but it wasn't bad to look at. It’s better than her frowning or making a face. No. Would that be more thrilling?
I left the room, leaving the woman behind. And I locked the door again. I returned to my room and went to the bathroom to wash my lower half. Feeling refreshed, I looked over what I had to do today. I don't really need to go to Old Man Choi's house, right? Well, there's no need to go often. So, I should do a facility inspection today. And check if the Multi is doing well.
I sprayed the nasal spray into my nose and put on a mask. Then I put on comfortable clothes and went outside. It’s a different feeling than when I go out by car. The plants densely packed around me feel unusually large. It feels like they're choking me. I actually felt that way. The season of late harvest had passed. It was time to prepare for the fallen leaves. Yet, the plants on the mountain were lush. Growing every day. I wondered if they could even survive growing this densely. Well, I suppose it’s a world perfectly suited for plants to grow. There are no humans to get in the way. It rains often. Plus, growth promoters were sprayed. Thanks to that, the wind turbines are constantly threatened by vines. Since the blades are always spinning, the vines won't get tangled in them, but the bodies are still covered in vines even now. I cut them one by one with the pruning shears I brought out. They’ll grow back quickly anyway, but I can't just leave them. Even if it's a hassle, I have to cut them away. I want to apply herbicide. I don't know if that would even be effective, though.
But as I was pruning, something popped out with a whoosh! and I stepped back. An insect the size of my palm. A green bug with long hind legs. It looked like a type of grasshopper or katydid. If it were a cricket type, it would have been brown. It was slightly better because it was green, but it was still disgusting. Anything with more than six legs is truly terrifying. It makes me shudder to think that I have to live in this world with them. Anyway, I looked at the bug lurking a little distance away. It was big. It was definitely big. The very existence of a bug that size is a disaster. A catastrophe. Wow. If Korea is like this, what happened to places like Australia? Don't they have ants the size of people? Just thinking about it is horrifying. The only saving grace is that the bigger they get, the harder it is for them to get inside my house. But if one ever did get in, it would be a nightmare. I might even scream like a girl.
I scanned the wind turbines, hydroelectric generators, and solar panels one by one. They didn't have any problems yet. And since it rains often, I don't think the hydroelectric generator will stop. After checking everything, I headed down to the Multi.
The Multi was filled only with the quiet sound of the air conditioning running. So, the air wasn't stale, and dust hadn't piled up much. Still, it was obvious that no one had been maintaining it. There should be someone here, too. Suddenly, I thought of that woman in the lab. A woman whose name I didn't even know. A woman like a love doll who only satisfies my sexual desires. I’ve only used her twice, but I’m satisfied enough. For one thing, she doesn't talk nonsense. Actually, her efforts are kind of endearing. Maybe it's because she was in the nightlife industry, but she's quick-witted. But that’s not enough. No matter what she does, that woman's fate won't change. She’s not someone who belongs in this Multi. She’s just a substitute I’m using because I need one right now.
I checked every corner of the Multi. Fortunately, there were no spiderwebs or anything like that. Outside, there are tons of spiderwebs. And not the thin, invisible kind, but webs that look like they could have been shot out of a web-shooter. Since grasshoppers have grown to the size of a palm, spiders must have grown just as much. Of course, I don't want to see them. Bugs with six legs are disgusting enough, but aren't those with eight legs 1.333 times more disgusting? So far, there are no problems. At least things are flowing as I planned. Dying humans, overflowing zombies, peace that hasn't been threatened. Ample stockpiles. As long as there are no variables, I'll be fine. Depending on how fatal those variables are, the shelf life of my peace will shorten. The biggest variable is, of course, disease. Simple things like a cold are a problem, but in this messed-up world, I don't know what kind of disease might threaten me and how. The problem is that I have no way to prepare for that. It’s luck. Life from now on is a struggle against luck. Zombies? I can avoid them. As long as I have lymph nodes, they ignore me. People? I can avoid them too. Or I could act, or just eliminate the threat from the start. Food? I can manage. I have stockpiles and people to produce food. But I can't beat luck. Sudden variables. Fatal triggers that will shake my calculations. So, my life will be a life of killing such variables. Coldly, or desperately. It would be good if I could at least contact the Doctor.
Suddenly, I felt like going to Old Man Choi's house. If I go there, I'll be able to smell the scent of human life, right? I'll probably be able to eat a warm meal, right? The smell of smoke from the hearth, the smell of freshly cooked rice, soybean paste stew, tangy fresh kimchi. Things like that. But I kill even those desires. I have no intention of going out today. I won't go out. So, I'll head underground and look for something to eat today. Taste and combinations aren't important. I just need to fill up on the necessary nutrients and minimum calories. After eating, I returned to my room and lay down on the bed. And I stared blankly at the ceiling. A dream, huh. I don't have dreams. If I have one, is it to maintain this current superiority and live a somewhat comfortable life? The expectation that the world will be restored is actually not very high. It’s easy for humans to die, but it’s hard for them to increase in number again. A species where it takes at least 20 years for one person to do their part, and two people have to struggle for a year just to increase the population by one. So, it will take quite a long time for this ruined Earth to regain its former appearance. Thinking such trivial thoughts, I stood up again. And I went to the lab and opened the locked door again. The woman was surprised that I came back. But she put on that professional smile of hers. I approached her and sucked on her breasts without a word. Breasts without any implants. That’s why they’re good to touch and good to suck with my mouth. The woman didn't say anything useless. She just stroked my hair as I sucked on her breasts. What a funny woman. But... why is this so comforting? So, I stayed like that for a long time before fucking her once more. The woman let out a moan, and when I ejaculated, she even smiled at me. A whore with a kindly smile. That was my assessment of that woman. And I thought that was a pretty decent assessment.