PLOVE (2)
This was already my fourth meeting with PLOVE.
After our first trade, we'd entered into a secret contract to exchange panties with each other every Sunday.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to pocket 100,000 points a week plus top-shelf fap material with zero effort? There was no way in hell I was turning that down. Besides, I didn't particularly want to make an enemy out of the old man, either.
Honestly, the very fact that PLOVE made it safely to the Dummy Bunker every single week was an absurd feat in itself. He'd carve through hordes of zombies without a scratch, finish the trade, then amble back out again—over and over. How the hell did he do it?
I'd been so curious that last time I borrowed a zombie's eyes with Vision Interference and watched his approach for myself. The man was simply marching straight ahead, bursting the skull of every zombie that came near him through nothing but raw physical strength.
"The scent of your pussy soaked into today's panties is even richer and more mellow than usual, Miss Yeobyeon. Just breathing it in makes me feel like all my fatigue and stress are melting away."
The reason the smell of my panties put him in such a good mood was almost certainly the effect of my Inexhaustible Body ability. Even without directly absorbing my fluids, it seemed that merely catching their scent—or carrying them on his person—was enough to lift his spirits somewhat.
I was, in effect, an energy drink dispenser.
So my Second Awakening ability had finally earned me a compliment from another human being.
...Fuck.
"Sigh..."
I forced down the surge of self-loathing, pressed my mouth close to the mic again, and muttered:
"Um... your collateral... for today..."
"Of course. Here—another pair of my panties, aged a full week to perfection."
"...Yes!"
What a grade-A fucking degenerate transaction. This time, I was going to pull the pair straight over my head and masturbate with it.
Beep-beep—! Beep-beep—!
At the emergency sensor wailing without pause, I hurriedly checked the monitor feed.
"What the fuck now?"
The camera showed three men. The old man, plus two strangers with the filthiest mugs I'd ever seen. Their clothes hung in tatters and their bodies were riddled with wounds—it looked like they'd been through one brutal free-for-all. But why the hell had they come crawling all the way to my bunker to pull this shit?
Wanting to know what was going on, I cranked the speaker volume to maximum and focused on the voices drifting in through the mic.
"Hey, pig! I'm only asking nicely once—hand over that box in your hands!"
"Hoo... this is not the sort of item you're imagining."
"Then why do you baby it around everywhere? Even one look tells you that box alone is worth a pretty penny."
"Precious... it is a precious thing, yes."
"Then hand it over already, you mad pig! You think we spent weeks busting our asses tailing you for one guy—just for fun?!"
The two men gripping machetes exchanged snickering sneers. Zooming in on the screen, I saw PLOVE hugging a luxury box stamped with an ornate pattern tightly to his chest with both arms, holding his ground.
...Wait. That's my dedicated panty vault.
The custom storage case for my panties and my panties alone—because, per him, letting their scent mingle with any other woman's was absolutely out of the question. Inside sat five-plus pairs of mine, each meticulously sealed in ziplock bags.
...So this whole debacle was breaking out right now because of my panties?
This pig—I told him to be careful when he traveled. However strong he was, facing zombies and raiders at the same time had to be a real strain.
Tch. I guess I have to help.
Not that I ever intended to let those raider bastards leave breathing. Even if it was only the Dummy Bunker, its location had been sniffed out.
GRUUUUMBLE—!
"What the—!?"
When the bunker entrance ground shut by force, the two raiders couldn't hide their panic. And without giving them even a moment to think, I triggered Vision Interference and forcibly swapped their fields of view.
"Uh, uh...? That's—me? Fuck! Why am I seeing myself through my own eyes!?"
"What! What the hell is going on!"
The instant their scrambled viewpoints sent them stumbling around in confusion, I switched on the mic.
"Mister...! Now...!"
Everything after that happened in the space of a breath. The words were barely out of my mouth before the flailing raiders' heads burst—POP! POP!—and PLOVE stood there with both hands drenched in their blood.
Wow... he can do that bare-handed?
In a world that had already ended, murder was nothing special—just another item on the daily to-do list. The only real inconvenience was having to deal with those fairly gruesome corpses and wipe up the bloodstains afterward.
Hm.
I'd hand the corpse disposal to the man who caused all this—PLOVE. All I had to do was toss the bodies outside the bunker, and the zombie horde would eat them away for me.
I was just about to get on the mic and assign the chore when—
THUD—.
On the screen, PLOVE swayed once and then simply collapsed.
"Wh-what do I do..."
I circled the monitor in tight, anxious loops, mulling it over. Judging by the faint twitching of his fingers and body, he was still breathing at least.
...Should I save him?
Chatting through a screen and meeting a person in the flesh weren't even on the same tier of communication. Face-to-face contact was still a summit far, far above me. Besides, wasn't the guy just a pervert who trawled the ruins buying women's panties? We weren't friends or comrades to begin with—strictly a business arrangement. Did I really need to stick my neck out?
"Hmm..."
And yet a man was dying in front of me. I guessed I'd have to save him. However much of a pervert PLOVE might be, surely he wouldn't rape the woman who saved his life. More to the point, if he keeled over dead right here, my weekly injection of 100,000 points and my entire panty supply chain would evaporate along with him. I couldn't allow that.
Crawling carefully through the small secret crawl-hole connected to the Dummy Bunker's entrance, I slipped inside. Up close, the wounds the monitor had never shown me leapt into view—the lacerations along his flank and abdomen were bleeding badly enough to worry me.
First I opened the emergency first-aid kit I'd brought and patched him up roughly with coagulant and bandages. Then, gripping PLOVE by both ankles, I grunted and heaved as I dragged him deeper into the bunker. Ugh. Lose some weight already.
"Nnnngh... ugh! This is killing me!"
By the time I reached the bunker proper, sweat was streaming off me like rain. There was no hope of hoisting him onto the bed, so I spread a thick blanket roughly across the floor and rolled PLOVE onto it.
"...Clothes have to come off, I suppose." So far I'd only shoved his top up to slap an emergency compress on the abdominal wound. I was no doctor and had zero proper expertise, but I did need to check whether he'd taken any more wounds elsewhere.
"Whew..."
First I wrestled off the cumbersome, blood-soaked T-shirt and pants—which left, well... the underwear too, right? There could be wounds around his groin, or near his cock, for all I knew.
Gulp—
The wounds needed to be disinfected thoroughly, so it couldn't be helped. And besides, this pig didn't exactly strike me as the type who bathed regularly. Hygiene is, after all, the single most important factor in patient care.
"There. Off it comes... Heh, heheh..."
Patient or not, some duties were simply non-negotiable. Turning a blind eye to a pair of panties fresh off the body, still nice and warm? That would be plain rude.
"Mmm~ now that's the aroma." I'd been fretting that the scent on the pair I used as fap material was fading little by little, so this was a godsend.
And the best part of today's listing was—
the thick, syrupy smell of the sweat he'd shed in battle, soaked deep and strong into the fabric!
"Heheheh...♡"
I mashed my nose into the panties and sniggered my way through a long, luxurious huff—before belatedly realizing I'd forgotten the single most important thing of all.
"Oh! Treatment! Treatment comes first!"
I was just beginning to wipe his body clean with a towel soaked in warm water when—
"Oh..."
A cock. A cock. One so enormous I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"It's... genuinely huge..."
Even completely flaccid, slumped across his thigh, the sheer scale of it was overwhelming. How come everyone except me got blessed like this? Back before I'd turned into a woman, the 'junior' I'd packed had been strictly infant-tier. If that thing ever actually got hard, just how enormous would it become? Its owner was a man layered in rolls of fat, yet instead of drowning in all that blubber, it had grown long and proud—almost admirable, honestly.
My gaze kept snagging back on it, toying with the idea of taking just one little sniff—but you can't sexually molest a man who's out cold. Hold it together. "Haaah..."
I dabbed disinfectant generously over the wounds scattered across his body and worked ointment in with careful strokes. Only once the bandages and adhesive strips covered every wound could I finally wipe the sweat beading on my brow.
"Phew. All done... A-ahem..."
The truth was, ever since I'd started treating the wound on his thigh, I'd been so worked up my whole body prickled with heat—all because of the heavy, meaty feel of his cock bumping, thump, thump, against my knuckles and fingertips. If I just buried my face riiiight into that spot and took a deep, long breath...
Might I taste one of those brain-melting, faint-inducing climaxes again—like when Baek Woon's semen shot straight up my nostrils last time?
"Hm..."
Look at it rationally: I was this man's life-saver, and I'd gone so far as to burn my own ability helping him. I'd even willingly thrown open my bunker and was nursing and treating him with the height of devotion, wasn't I?
Squish, squish.
Which is to say—having heaped such grace upon him, PLOVE was in no position to object if I fondled his cock a little or gave it a sniff.
"That's right. Exactly right."
Somewhere along the line, my visceral aversion to cocks had simply evaporated. Up to the line of smelling and touching, anyway, of course. I suspected the change had come with the transformation into a woman's body.
Squish, squish. Feels nice.
"Ugh—khack!"
"Wha—! S-sorry...!"
Scarcely had I begun kneading that satisfyingly hefty cock when PLOVE hacked up a cough flecked with blood. They say rest comes first for any patient... surely my fondling hadn't actually bruised something inside him? Guilt came flooding in.
"Oh...!"
Wait—my Inexhaustible Body ability might actually help here. Consuming or absorbing my fluids restored stamina and condition, so the idea was more than worth a try. My first thought was to have him lick the sweat off my body, but he was still unconscious and the sweat had long since gone cold—no go. And kissing that bushy-bearded old man was flatly impossible.
Beneath this exterior, I was still a perfectly respectable man, after all. A human life might hang in the balance, but what's not okay is simply not okay.
...Haah. Well, if that's how it is, I really have no choice, do I? There's exactly one method left. What can you do? This is seriously not me indulging a kink—there are just no other options. Really.
I flung off every stitch of clothing I was wearing and layered myself on top of the prone PLOVE, facing the opposite way. In technical terms, you might call it the sixty-nine. Because you need the smell, or the pussy juice doesn't flow right.
I pressed my already-drenched pussy snugly against the old man's lips and brought the tip of my nose right up to his cock.
"Huaaaaah... this is bliss...♡"
Inhaling cock scent neat, straight from the source at point-blank range, was a different dimension from anything a pair of panties could offer. A stupid grin leaked out of me, love juice generated in an instant, and my pussy began to flow in earnest.
Just as the thick musk lulled me and every muscle in my body went slack, his bristly stubble brushed against my soaked, swollen folds.
"Nnngh...♡!?"
The hot, ragged breath spilling from his lips and the strange pleasure of that rasping beard had me shuddering from head to toe. That ticklish, maddening caress against my cunt sent my hips wriggling side to side, and every wriggle ground the stubble harder against my pussy lips, wringing out a pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
"Hnnnnnngh...!!♡ It feels so fucking goooood...♡"
There I was, gulping down cock scent to my heart's content and working my ass for all it was worth, when—
Slurp—.
A hot, sticky tongue licked up the entrance of my pussy in one long, broad stroke.
"Ohhhh!?♡"
Pshhh-shhh-shhh, phweeeewww—