92 - In the Master Bedroom...
Kim Jun held Gaya in his right arm, stroking her curly hair endlessly, and she quietly accepted it.
With the top idol perched on his lap, nuzzling against each other, they now looked like tender lovers.
In the wordless moment of simply clinging to one another, it was Gaya who broke the silence first.
"You're really going to that Sinreung precinct next week?"
"I promised, so yeah."
"Well, the situation there was pretty bad. And the guys we're dealing with are gangsters..."
"Hmm."
But thinking differently, if Kim Jun hadn't been there and they'd stayed behind, they might have starved to death inside—or even if they'd escaped to survive, they could have gotten lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood they'd only come to for filming and suffered something horrible.
To them, it was a chilling thought, and a shiver of fear ran through her body in an instant.
Kim Jun felt her tremble as he held her, stroking her hair and patting her back to soothe her.
"What're you shaking like that for?"
"..."
Even as the oldest sister figure among the girls, in moments like this, she was just a mentally cornered woman in her twenties.
"Everyone's doing great."
Kim Jun held her close, then slyly slid his hand to her stomach.
"Ow...!?"
She jumped in surprise at him suddenly kneading her belly, but though she grabbed his hand, she didn't push it away.
"Working out hard, huh?"
Her once-soft lower belly had firmed up into solid abs from all the recent fitness training.
Gaya's ears turned bright red in embarrassment, but Kim Jun didn't care.
As they kept nuzzling, she felt something poking her ass from where she sat, and with resolve, she grabbed his hand.
"Hold on a sec."
"Hm?"
"I... I'll put this away first and tidy up outside, then come back."
"Sure."
Kim Jun let go coolly, and Gaya stood, quietly grabbing the first-aid kit and opening the door.
"Whew—"
Gaya calmed her pounding heart and first headed to put the first-aid kit back in its place.
"Sis, you still up?"
"Y-yeah! In-ah!"
A member still awake in the middle of the night—close call, or it could've been a disaster.
In-ah pulled water from the fridge and drank, so Gaya grabbed a bottle and poured herself a cup too.
"I should head in too."
"Using the second-floor room tonight?"
"Yeah. Sharing with Rana."
In-ah had been quieter since the recent looting run.
From all the outside scouting they'd done, this time she'd truly realized how terrifying it could be, and now she relied more on those around her.
"Is... Jun oppa okay?"
"His wound looked a lot better when I changed the dressing today."
"Really?"
In-ah glanced toward Kim Jun's master bedroom, then shook her head and slipped quietly into the small room across the hall.
Gaya waited silently, tidied the remaining gear in the living room, went up to the third floor to grab condoms, and came back down.
Time passed, and she quietly entered the second floor, confirmed all the lights were out, and softly knocked on the master bedroom door.
Knock knock—
Kim Jun welcomed her inside, and Gaya quietly melted into his arms.
Just like before, Gaya sat on Kim Jun's lap, leaning quietly against his body.
"Can I be honest?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
Kim Jun held the frilly-dressed idol from behind, stroking her hair as if to say anything was fine.
"Lately... I'm getting more and more anxious."
"About what?"
"Going out there... everything about how we're living now."
"..."
As she spoke, her body trembled faintly, and Kim Jun loosened his hold just a bit.
But even so, Gaya didn't get up from his lap, murmuring quietly.
Avoiding his eyes, showing only the back of her head, she flinched but continued.
"I never thought it'd last this long."
"Me neither."
"Exactly. Now we're naturally prepping for Christmas and New Year's here in this house..."
Gaya's mind was a whirlwind in their current situation.
She'd become absolutely dependent on Kim Jun for fighting the zombies outside.
And after seeing how other survivor women lived in the places they'd visited while relying on him, the fear surged anew.
How long would they have to live like this? When would it end? Could they all really return to their old lives?
"Just... stuff like that."
"...Should we not?"
"..."
With his hands loose, telling her to do as she pleased while seated on his lap, she thought for a moment, then lay against his chest.
"This feels better, just like this."
As she turned her head, their eyes met.
They gazed deeply at each other in silence.
Up close like this, her small face and delicate features were stunning even bare-faced—a top star who'd shone young in broadcasting.
Their eye contact lingered with a former child star, the mood thickening as to who would move first, until Gaya gently closed her eyes.
Mwah—
Gaya crossed the line first.
She quietly kissed Kim Jun, their tongues entwining in a deep kiss.
Smack— slurp—
Their mouths parted, tongues dancing, embracing as the heat built.
"Hoo..."
When the kiss ended, a string of saliva trailed from Gaya's tongue tip. She licked her lips, slowly nestling into Kim Jun's arms, sliding lower.
"Remember the very first time?"
"..."
"Do that."
The first time they'd met alone in that room.
Gaya understood and slid down, kneeling slowly before Kim Jun in the chair.
Mindful of his damaged upper body, she took charge, mouth opening to grip the waistband of his training pants and tug.
Kim Jun lifted his hips to help, pants sliding down.
She bit the underwear next, pulling it down, and his springing cock made her face flush deeper.
As the massive thing—size of her face—tapped her cheek, she opened wide and slowly took the head in.
"Mmmph~ oomph!"
Gaya's lips worked it in slowly, the warm mouth enveloping him, sensation spreading through his body.
When the head hit her palate, her tongue coiled around the shaft, swirling.
The slick feel had her small head bobbing, and Kim Jun instinctively reached with his right arm to grab her hair.
"Glrk!?"
Head held, mouth stuffed, Gaya reached out, kneading everywhere.
One hand slipped under her clothes to tweak a nipple, the other cupped and caressed his balls, tongue flicking up and down.
Her blowjob skills were top-tier, drawing groans, as he let her lead, body moving to ease her.
"Ngh!"
His small moan signaled it, and Gaya pursed her lips, saliva-slicking as she sped up.
Schlick— schlick— slurp!
Sounds echoed in her saliva-filled mouth, and Kim Jun grabbed her head again.
Spurt— splurt—
"Glrk! Mmph...!!"
Root-deep, cum blasted like a cannon, hitting her throat.
She nearly gagged but sealed her lips tight, not spilling a drop.
"Slurrrp!"
She sucked it all up in one go, and Kim Jun handed her tissues.
She took them, opened her mouth to show the load, then slowly spat into the tissue.
"Hoo, hoo..."
After the oral release, both breathed heavily.
Gaya wiped her tongue clean and moved to climb back up, but Kim Jun spun her around to sit reverse.
"Hm?"
Face unseen, back view only, he wrapped his right arm around her in the position.
"This seated reverse... feels good."
His hands roamed from behind in reverse cowgirl.
Her dress's bra unhooked slyly, hands kneading breasts inside.
"Mmmph!"
A moan escaped Gaya, his right hand sliding down from her chest.
Over firm abs from workouts, fingers tickled her navel, making her twitch.
Sweat beaded on her nape amid rising heat; Kim Jun licked it gently, and she reacted instantly.
"Haa... haa..."
His hand reached her navel, dipping into panties to feel wet fuzz.
Flooded, her ass grinding harder—he couldn't wait, yanking panties down under the dress.
Hard again post-blowjob, he stood her up; she hiked her skirt and handed a condom knowingly.
Seeing her plump ass and dripping pubes, he rolled it on and sat her down, penetrating.
"Hnnngh!!"
Impaled seated, she shuddered, frozen.
Kim Jun stroked her hair and back, thrusting his hips.
Thud— thud—
"Kuhh— aaah♥"
Unable to hold back, a moan burst as she bit her lip; facing away, her face was lost in ecstasy.
Kim Jun kept thrusting; Gaya lifted and ground her ass in response.
"Phew~ all done."
"Mmm... sis, turn off the light now."
"Oh, sorry!"
In-ah, fidgeting all night sharing with Rana, proudly admired the finished fur sweater.
Finally completing the long knitting project.
XXL size too big for the girls—made large for one person as a gift.
"Things have been awkward lately... gotta give this as a present tomorrow morning."
In-ah grabbed the sweater, opened the door quietly to find wrapping, creeping out assuming everyone slept.
But strange sounds from the master bedroom opposite.
"Aaah— ngh! Aaah♥"
"...!?"
A familiar sister's voice, pathetic and needy.
Slap— slap— smack—
Flesh striking flesh nonstop; In-ah's face flushed red.
"...Ugh."
Wrapping later, she dove straight back in, burrowing under the blanket.
To block the couple's moans, she trembled and squeezed her eyes shut.