The Repair Technician (2)
I walked slowly toward Choi Siwoo.
The moment I spread both arms to throw myself into his chest—
Grab.
Choi Siwoo caught my shoulders with both hands.
"Y-Yuyeon, wait!"
"……?"
"I'm……, I'm a married man."
A married man.
Three little words that meant a man with a wife.
Which meant the person I'd just been trying to seduce already belonged to another woman.
The fog that had clouded my head cleared in an instant.
"……What?"
"I have a wife."
"B-but you said you spent a lot of nights alone……."
"My wife is a member of the local vigilante corps. She's often away patrolling the area around our shelter or out on monster subjugation expeditions."
"……"
In a world like this, a woman couldn't just stroll around outside unless she was seriously strong.
And she was doing outer patrols and subjugation runs with the vigilante corps?
If I'd actually succeeded in seducing him, I'd have been well and truly fucked instead.
The moment this got back to his wife, my death would be a foregone conclusion.
"……I-I'm sorry."
"No, don't apologize. I should have explained things properly from the start, so it's only natural you'd get the wrong idea."
"……"
"And I was the one who made things awkward first, anyway."
My face burned past red and straight into scorching.
Why the hell does this guy not mention he's married?
He goes and gets a hard-on, says he's a fan of Dongshik's ajumma—
Don't go confusing people with a face like that, damn it.
"……I really d-didn't know."
"I-it's fine. I don't wear a wedding ring or anything, so most people can't tell I'm married."
"Ah……"
"Haha, I've been rambling. Anyway, the reason I have to refuse you, Yuyeon, is because I'm a married man."
Choi Siwoo scratched the back of his neck and went on.
"You're a very attractive woman, Yuyeon."
"……"
What is this.
Is this teabagging?
"So please don't feel hurt by my rejection."
"Ah……. Th-thank you."
No, he wasn't.
This man really was overflowing with kindness.
In this desolate, ruined world, when would I ever meet someone like this again?
"……J-just a moment."
I ducked into my room and came back with a towel.
"Y-you sweated a lot, so……."
"Oh! Thank you!"
"……W-wipe everything off. All of it."
"All of it?"
"Y-your whole body."
"Oh! Are you sure that's all right?"
"It was just going to be thrown out anyway……."
"Then I'll use it gratefully!"
The moment Choi Siwoo left, a flood of emotions crashed over me all at once.
The shame of having tried to seduce a man with my own two hands.
The regret of having spouted lines destined to become embarrassing cringe material for the rest of my life.
The disappointment that I'd never actually gotten to take his cock in hand, the one I'd been pushing his work shirt up toward.
And the joy of having acquired a new masturbation item.
"Mmmgh……♡"
Face buried in the towel soaked with Choi Siwoo's sweat, I was slowly rubbing my clitoris.
I'd lost.
To a man who wasn't even a woman.
So this is what they call a defeat-fap.
"Hah♡ Who does he think he is……♡ That son of a bitch……♡"
The only way to shake off the self-loathing was to smother my body and mind with a stronger pleasure.
The reason Choi Siwoo kept coming to mind had to be my changed body and heart.
In front of him, words came to me far more easily than they ever did with other people.
He'd even made the atmosphere comfortable, just for me.
Which was exactly why it stung.
……If only he didn't have a wife.
"Haah……♡ I'm definitely prettier than his wife would be……."
This was the first time I'd ever invited someone into my bunker of my own will.
In that sense alone, Choi Siwoo was something of a special person to me.
Granted, the whole point had been to repair the air conditioner……
"Hoooh, ohhh……♡ Should I break the bunker again sometime?"
Besides, he'd admitted to jerking off to my photos and videos.
He didn't know the woman in those posts was me, of course.
But it meant my pussy looked attractive enough to him.
"Fuuuuck……♡"
I knew thrashing around like this would change nothing.
He already had a wife, after all.
The fact that I could do nothing at all about someone I'd started to feel even a flicker of affection for filled me with a bitter sorrow.
And every time that feeling rose up, I pressed the towel harder against my face and drank in the smell of his sweat, rubbing my nipples and clitoris rougher and faster.
"Nnngghhh……, kkhhhhh!♡"
Ssshhhh, squiiirt!
Splasssh, triiickle……♡
Even as my girlcum sprayed violently into the air, my fingers never stopped.
Tears streamed from my eyes, and juices poured ceaselessly from my spread pussy.
Maybe my pussy was sad too.
"Hiiiik……♡"
My hips bucked up on their own, my face a wreck of tears and drool—I didn't care.
As long as I could crush these goddamn feelings.
The aftermath Choi Siwoo left behind lasted quite a while.
He kept popping into my head for over a week.
I ended up throwing out the towel that reeked of his sweat.
Around the time the dark circles under my eyes had grown even darker from jerking off with my nose buried in it every night.
"Nothing to do, huh……"
I hadn't fully shaken him off yet.
But for now, life was fairly livable.
I'd never really had proper relationships with people before, so I hadn't known.
I was far more mentally fragile about this kind of thing than I'd thought.
Which taught me one thing.
"Guess I'll do some forum lurking."
The Gangwon-do Gallery had been buzzing for days about the Monster Wave.
Because the projected migration path cut straight through Wonju, where I lived.
My bunker was buried deep in the mountains, so I doubted I'd take any real hit.
The survivors and hunters caught in the wave's path, on the other hand, were probably swamped right about now.
I dropped into the Gallery feeling like I was just watching the news—
when a post under a familiar username caught my eye.
A crow.
A post written by Baek Woon.
Lots of upvotes and comments, but not a single person offering to actually help.
Just a bunch of losers picking fights with Baek Woon.
You retards, shouldn't you just be holing up quietly in your convenience store?
Serves him right for getting greedy.
If it's dangerous, can't he just tear a ticket and pop back to the store?
Why is he stuck out there without even running away?
"Hmm……"
Chiaksan was the mountain my bunker sat on.
Should I help?
Things weren't exactly great between us after last time, but Baek Woon was still an old teammate.
An annoying bastard, sure, but he'd helped me out on missions before.
The guy was friendly with everyone.
No—more precisely, he was sweet-talking toward every member of the opposite sex. The exact opposite of my personality, which made him a pretty handy tool for someone as bad at communication as me.
Plus, I'd just recently upgraded my first Awakening skill, Vision Interference, with the points I'd been saving up.
I wanted to test out my newly strengthened ability anyway.
"Fine. Let's go save one son of a bitch."
I gathered my gear and stepped outside the bunker for the first time in ages.
The moment the door opened, a vicious stench of corpses stabbed at my nose along with the fresh mountain air.
"Fucking zombie bastards."
I blocked the vision of every zombie wandering the area, hiding myself completely.
Even as I walked right past them, they noticed nothing.
As I moved, I sent Baek Woon a message.
[ Where are you? ]
From: Yeobyeon
To: CrowOfTheBlackMountain
It's me, Cat.
Where are you? I'll help you.
[ re : Where are you? ]
From: CrowOfTheBlackMountain
Cat? Seriously?
How the fuck am I supposed to trust you?
Last time you were swearing up and down you were gonna kill me.
How do I know you're not just giving my location to the raiders right now to have me killed?
"……"
Maybe I should just leave him to die.
He's in an emergency, so I guess it makes sense.
The attitude made me consider scrapping the rescue, but anyone would get prickly in a situation like that.
Just this once, I decided to let it slide.
[ I told you I'm helping. ]
From: Yeobyeon
To: CrowOfTheBlackMountain
I'm helping you this once because we're old teammates.
Coincidentally, there's stuff I need to buy at your store anyway.
Let's help each other out and bury the hatchet.
You need to stay alive first, don't you?
Stop worrying and just send your location.
I'll save your ass.
Hmm.
I wrote it myself, but rereading it, it was still fucking awesome.
"Hehe…… My charisma is off the charts."
Despite that magnificent speech, no reply came for a long while.
Just as I was debating heading back to the bunker—
a single message arrived, containing nothing but location data.
"Bastard, all you had to do was say thank you. Too proud for your own good."
I started walking slowly toward the coordinates marked on the message.
There wasn't much to be afraid of here.
As long as I didn't have to talk to people, anyway.
After all, this was my home turf.