The Repair Technician (1)

Having my body exposed to so many people didn't feel nearly as bad as I'd expected.

If anything, it was exhilarating.

"Just how high are these view counts going to climb?"

Every time I refreshed, the upvote count and the comments kept stacking higher.

Countless strangers appraising my pussy however they pleased and spewing their unfiltered thoughts at it—it was turning me on more than I cared to admit.

Each comment I read made my thighs press together all on their own.

You little shits sure know how to talk dirty.

And so, after the old man left, for a while my fap material was the pile of sexual harassment stacking up in that comment section.

"But why is it so hot in here...?"

I'd assumed my body was just flushed from masturbating. It wasn't.

For a while now, only lukewarm air had been trickling out of the vent.

I pulled my hand away from my pussy and checked the bunker management monitor mounted on the wall.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

At the warning messages blazing red on the screen, my vision swam.

This was a bunker where every piece of equipment that could be automated had been.

As long as I swapped out the consumables on schedule, I'd figured it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would hold up without a hiccup for at least ten years.

And yet here it was, dead after barely a few months. Completely off my radar.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pulled the AC unit's maintenance manual up on the monitor and spent a good long while attempting repairs. I failed.

The manual was nothing but a dense thicket of technical jargon I couldn't begin to parse.

This is fucking impossible.

"Ughhhh... what do I do? Do I actually have to call someone?"

I logged back into the gallery and opened the jobs board.

It was a place originally meant for recruiting mercenaries for combat work, but every so often you could land a repair technician or a delivery specialist there too.

Meeting a total stranger was awkward, sure—but it beat stewing alive in this steamer.

"Aaargh... it's so hot..."

Going through the gallery was still on the safer side, after all. Only identity-verified users could post on the jobs board, and every deal left a transaction record behind.

There was just one thing that bothered me.

With a delivery, you could simply designate a separate meeting spot. A repair job, on the other hand, meant telling someone where your hideout was.

"It'll be fine... right?"

In the end, beaten by the heat, I called a repair technician.

It was the moment the third person since the end of the world would see my bare face.

I'd wanted to hide my face and figure behind a mask and thick layers, but at the bunker's current temperature, that was a lost cause.

"Hello there! I'm here for the air conditioning repair request."

"A-ah, hello..."

"Haha! Just like you said in your message, then. If talking is hard for you, I won't strike up any conversation unless it's needed for the work."

From the very first impression, the repair technician was hearty, boisterous, and considerate to a fault.

And on top of that, he was staggeringly handsome.

He looked like a man who had heard nothing but you're so good-looking his entire life.

Before the collapse, he must have been a certified member of the popular crowd.

"Phew, it really is hot in here. Ah—this is my business card. I'm Choi Siwoo."

"...E-Eun Yuyeon."

"A pleasure working with you."

Numbly, I accepted the handshake he offered.

The first man's hand I'd held since Mr. Dongsik.

My body, whipped into hypersensitivity by the skills, took even an ordinary handshake in with a strangeness that bordered on obscene.

"Hah...♡"

"I-is something the matter?"

"Ah... i-it's just... hot."

"Oh! My bad, I wasn't paying attention. I'll get started on the repair right away."

Choi Siwoo promptly rolled up the sleeves of his work uniform.

I'd seen Crow's reedy arms and the old man's thickset ones, but this was my first time seeing forearms taut and corded with veins.

I tried my hardest to look anywhere else, but my gaze kept snapping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back to them.

Gulp—.

So now even a pair of forearms was enough to set my nerves on fire.

I guess my body really has gone and broken itself, huh.

"Whew..."

Choi Siwoo switched tools one after another, buried in the work.

Before long, sweat was streaming down his forehead and the nape of his neck.

Drunk on the scent of it wafting stronger by the minute, I found myself standing beside him, staring blankly.

This isn't a photoshoot—how is it legal to look that good while sweating?

Right as I was marveling inwardly, Choi Siwoo spoke up.

"Um... sorry to trouble you, but could I maybe get a glass of water?"

"Ah...!"

I jolted and dashed for the refrigerator.

I filled a glass to the brim with cold bottled water, set it on a tray, and carried it over with exaggerated care.

If this had been Crow or the old man, I'd have just handed over the whole bottle. But you couldn't do that for a rare guest.

"H-here you go..."

I'd always thought of myself as someone with ferociously strong walls.

But meeting Choi Siwoo made me wonder if that had all been in my head.

A strikingly handsome face. A quiet diligence as he worked. A bright smile, and consideration bleeding into his every word.

Each careful little gesture meant to keep me comfortable was peeling my guard away faster and faster.

"Wow, that water looks refreshing. Thank you!"

"Hehe..."

After handing it over, I stood there meekly, both hands folded in front of my stomach, waiting for him to drink.

Yep.

My body is definitely, one hundred percent busted.

Even watching his Adam's apple bob up and down had saliva pooling in my mouth.

Normal people squeeze their eyes shut at the sight of a man doing anything like that, don't they?

I was losing my goddamn mind.

Choi Siwoo chugged the water in one go and looked my way as he wiped his mouth.

"By the way... Miss Yuyeon."

"...Yes?"

"Your shirt is a little, um... see-through. Is that alright with you?"

I dropped my chin and looked down at myself.

My white T-shirt was soaked through with sweat, plastered to my skin, the shape and color of my nipples showing through in perfect detail.

If anything, wearing it looked filthier than taking it off would have.

I flinched, threw one arm across my chest, and curled in on myself.

I'd been walking around like THIS the whole time...?

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Not at all! I should've said something much sooner—if anything, I'm the one who should apologize! And with how gorgeous you are, honestly I'm gratefu—"

"...Huh?"

"Ah, please forget what I just said. I was trying to break the ice and only made it stranger. Haha... sorry about that."

Choi Siwoo's face and ears were glowing red as he laughed in embarrassment.

By any sane measure it was basically harassment—but because it was Choi Siwoo saying it, far from feeling grossed out, I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from twitching upward.

So even alpha males had demand for me, huh.

With the giddy sense that my market value had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gone vertical, my shoulders squared themselves of their own accord.

"I-I'm going to focus on the repair now! Just a little longer, please!"

"...Okay."

About an hour had passed since then.

Vrrrrm—.

The stalled air conditioning unit groaned back to life, and cold air spilled from the ceiling vent.

The repair was done, but the waiting had been a special kind of torture.

Lewd fantasies kept ambushing me, and I'd ended up pinching whatever was within reach—thighs, forearms, all of it.

Let me state this clearly for the record: I like women.

If not for these bitch-ass skills, there is no universe in which turning into a woman would have made me crave men.

A man who loves women and lives for women—that's who I am!

Yeah.

If only it weren't for the skills.

There is no way I'd have become some cheap woman fawning and flattering just to curry favor with a man.

"...Th-thank you for your hard work."

I bowed slightly at the waist without bothering to cover my chest.

The moment I caught Choi Siwoo's gaze dropping to my breasts for a split second before darting back up, the corners of my mouth gave another twitch.

This man was definitely aware of me.

Figures.

The crotch of his pants was tenting outward.

You can't hide a hard-on, can you.

Wait, though—he's seriously packing the whole thing...?

Nearly as big as Mr. Dongsik.

"Ahem... Last of all, I'll just verify the maintenance monitor before I go."

"..."

I nodded silently.

"Checked it on the monitor—looks like everything's been sorted out nicely."

"Th-thank you..."

"Huh?"

As Choi Siwoo dismissed the notification, the gallery post hidden behind it slid into view.

It was the old man's review—the one I'd been reading until moments ago.

"Ah..."

"Wow, so even women read PLOVE's reviews, huh."

"...N-no, that's not—"

"Did you just happen to click on it? Because I'm a diehard PLOVE fan myself. I've read every single one of his reviews!"

So even a man like him was reading the pervert old man's panty reviews.

Well, fair enough. What man alive doesn't consume smut?

"Yes. I-it's just..."

"Haha, that was a little inappropriate to bring up in front of a woman. My apologies."

"..."

"There are fewer chances to meet people these days, and with so many nights spent alone, posts like these honestly come in handy."

So many nights alone, is it?

Then that means some nights aren't alone?

Granted, with a face like that, any woman he crossed paths with on a repair job would probably pounce on him first.

Even me—a man on the inside—kept having to fight the urge to stare.

Not that the skills weren't helping.

Hold on.

He read every single one of the old man's posts?

I pointed at the post crammed full of my photos and videos and said,

"Wh-when you looked at that... did you do it alone?"

"W-well, that's..."

"..."

"I suppose it's just that... I'm a man too, so..."

In that instant, a scorching heat boiling up from my lower belly went racing through my whole body.

My heartbeat pounded so loudly it felt like the sound might echo through the entire bunker.

Shit, I think I've really lost my mind.

"I-if doing it alone is too hard..."

I swallowed thickly and forced the words out.

"W-would you like me to help...?"