Aunt Min-jung's Heaving Breasts and Quaking Hips
Ahem... Honestly, I was really looking forward to this... Fuck, it's so embarrassing how there's zero reaction...
Status Window...
I'd figured it was worth hoping for. This zombie outbreak had come completely out of nowhere, after all. You couldn't understand it without living through it yourself. It really did feel like I'd suddenly dropped into a game or a novel.
So after my first zombie kill, I'd called up my Status Window with full confidence — only to be left standing there looking like an idiot while absolute silence answered me.
"Tae-yang!! What is it?!"
Well, not complete silence. Aunt Min-jung, who'd been diligently keeping watch, had jumped at my Status Window bit and reacted.
"It's nothing, Auntie! Haha!!!"
I whipped my head left and right, left and right, left and right. A sudden wave of mortification crashed over me and sweat beaded on my forehead. Even so, I forced a smile. After checking on the zombies' situation, I answered Aunt Min-jung's shout.
"—Grrraaaaaaaagh!!!"
A wet, meaty thud rang out.
In the time it took me to finish the second zombie and crack my Status Window joke, the fourth zombie — the one that had slammed into the wall — had recovered from the damage. Mouth hanging open, arms stretched a little wide, it charged at me again. Its weight was pitched heavily forward.
The instant I registered that, I threw myself into a lateral dodge. After trading a few exchanges, I was starting to get a handle on their attack patterns. Biting was a zombie's primary method of attack, which meant their center of gravity lurched way out in front as they came in. That made them perfect for lateral evasion. And since I'd trained in combat sports for years, the skill of stepping into a blind spot off a side-step was pretty well drilled into my body.
Oof... That had to hurt like hell when the back of your head hit the wall...
A perfect lateral move. I took the big zombie's back clean. The creature already had a wound from smacking its occiput against the wall earlier, and it was still bleeding.
Then I'd better work that opening properly, you fucker!!!
I gripped the steel pipe tight and smashed it into the injured spot on the back of its head.
"—Grrraaaaaagh!!!!"
The big zombie staggered from the one-handed steel-pipe blow to its skull.
Damn... It took that and still didn't go down?
It was an astonishing sight. The back of the head was a vital of vitals. Forget whether the skull cracked — one solid hit to that spot usually blew the fuse. But zombies had no consciousness to begin with, so they didn't black out. All you got was a heavy stagger from the raw damage.
In that case, looks like I'm going to have to put you down with both hands...
I gripped the steel pipe in both hands like a kendo sword and raised it high.
Die, you bastard!!!!
Following the creature's still-forward-lurching trajectory, I brought the pipe down on the top of the big zombie's skull like an axe.
The moment my full-weight, heavy steel-pipe strike landed, the big zombie's head burst open like a pumpkin. Dark crimson blood jetted from the shattered spot.
"—Grrraaaaaaaaagh!!!"
It reeled, reeled, reeled — looking ready to topple.
Perfect!!!
The picture was just too good. That irresistible urge to hook an ankle and finish a reeling opponent along its line of fall — I couldn't fight it. With mad eyes I hooked the big zombie's right leg.
"—Kieeeeeeeek...!!!"
Its massive body crashed hard onto the asphalt.
See you, asshole...!!!
I raised the steel pipe over my head again and unleashed a barrage of axe-like blows, pouring merciless steel-pipe strikes into the back of the big zombie's skull.
"Hah...!!! This is rough..."
After roughly six solid hits, I saw its body go limp.
"—Kieeeeeeeeeet!!!"
From behind me came another zombie's howl, accompanied by the relatively light sound of running footsteps. It was the third zombie — the one I'd kicked flying earlier. It had gotten up at some point and was charging in to kill me.
You stay down, buddy.
My kick slammed into its chest again. The third zombie was driven back in a pathetic sprawl and went down hard once more.
A low, rattling growl. A slow scrape of movement.
The reason I'd kept the third zombie pinned like that was simple: the first zombie I'd taken down was already starting to push its upper body up off the ground.
Die! Die!! Just fucking die!!!
While finishing the big one, I'd carefully tracked the first zombie's condition out of the corner of my eye. So I was already set to attack. That thorough prep let me hammer it far more cleanly than the first time I'd swung the steel pipe at it. By now I'd driven roughly sixteen steel-pipe blows into zombie skulls, and I'd gotten pretty used to that filthy, satisfying impact I'd felt at the start.
Step. Step. Step. Step.
After snuffing out the first zombie's life, I finally turned my feet toward the third one — the one that had taken two of my kicks and was still sprawled on the ground.
"Kraaaaaaagh...!!!"
It twitched. Twitched. Twitched.
The third zombie didn't seem to have much physical ability. Even though it had taken the least damage of the bunch, it still couldn't get its body under control. It was flopping on the asphalt like a damn octopus.
Rest in pieces...
I planted myself in a wide straddle over its lower body, raised the steel pipe, and finished it with a merciless barrage of blows.
Whoa... The stamina drain is no joke...
I hadn't really noticed while the fighting was hot. But the moment all four zombies were dead, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashed through my body. The sweat poured even harder. It felt like the aftershock of my nerves — which had been wound tight as wire — suddenly going slack.
"Tae-yang!!! Watch out!!! Zombie behind you!!!!"
Aunt Min-jung's urgent voice cut in from behind me.
Shit!! The corpse they were eating!!!!
Rookie zombie hunter Geum Tae-yang had just made a mistake. I'd completely overlooked the body those four zombies had been feeding on. Still, I snapped my tension back as fast as I could and spun toward the fifth zombie charging in.
Ah, fuck!!!
A variable hit. I'd been standing over the third zombie's lower body to finish it. Spinning from that position snagged my leg on its calf.
I went down hard on my back, legs tangled.
"—Khaaaaaaaah!!!"
I'm fucked.
The fourth zombie — no, the fifth — lunged at me with its jaws wide open. I registered, with perfect clarity, that my life was about to get deleted.
"Tae-yang, to the side!!! Roll to the side!!!"
Aunt Min-jung's voice cut through again.
"Ah! Yes, yes!!"
Her shout broke me out of my frozen panic. I rolled hard to the right.
Whoa...!!!!
What I saw next was a sight that nearly made me lose my mind. A true spectacle — the kind that could make a man go berserk with pure awe.
"Don't you touch Tae-yang, you zombie bastard!!!!!"
What set me off wasn't the zombie. It was Aunt Min-jung. She'd already sprinted all the way into the combat zone — and she hadn't just run. She was charging with a rock in both hands, a rock as massive as her own 75J breasts, eyes locked on the back of the fifth zombie's head as it turned toward me.
Holy shit... She's incredible...
Aunt Min-jung charging a zombie with a boulder the size of a 75J cup held high was genuinely amazing. That raw, feral momentum — and the explosive body that her dynamic posture only made more impossible to ignore. On top of that, her face, laser-eyed with the will to protect me. Even my own combat high, jacked up from smashing four zombies, got steamrolled by the charisma pouring off her.
But all of that was only the opening act of Aunt Min-jung's wild-woman charm.
She came in like a beast and brought that massive rock down on the fifth zombie's skull.
Dark crimson blood erupted from the crushed back of its head. The spray splattered across Aunt Min-jung's throat and the swell of her breasts.
Whoa... She didn't even blink...
It all happened in a few seconds. But for me, time might as well have stopped — every frame burned crystal clear. Honestly, when the first zombie's blood had sprayed, I'd flinched and grimaced. Aunt Min-jung didn't so much as twitch an eyelid. She held that laser-beam expression the whole way through.
And she was already winding up for the follow-up, blood and all. She heaved the rock high again, all the way behind her bun.
Sway. Sway.
It wasn't just the rock. Because she'd leaned forward and then snapped her upper body straight, those 75J giants of hers heaved so hard they looked ready to burst free of her new-city missy look entirely.
Wild Woman Aunt Min-jung!!! She's a full-on wild woman!!!!!
Normally I might have felt something lewd or dirty about it. Right now, it was just cool. A breast movement overflowing with raw energy and pure charisma.
That wild bounce seemed to generate serious thrust. Her second strike hit even harder than the first.
"—Grrraaaaaagh!!"
The fifth zombie was a fairly large male. Even so, it had no chance of withstanding two hits packed with Aunt Min-jung's wild-woman energy. With a wretched scream, the sturdy zombie went down in a dramatic sprawl.
Whoa... What a show... A real goddamn show...
At this point, the right thing would have been for me to get up and take the finish in Aunt Min-jung's place. I couldn't. I didn't want to miss a second of the spectacle unfolding in front of me. And I didn't want to ruin it. This performance belonged to Aunt Min-jung. It felt like every bit of rage she'd been bottling up was exploding free. How could I possibly step into a scene this perfect? The only proper response was to keep watching with eyes full of pure admiration.
Wild-woman-mode Aunt Min-jung's performance kept going. She climbed onto the fifth zombie's thigh region — and somehow, that rock was still in both her hands.
In her gray new-city missy look, straddling a zombie, Aunt Min-jung swung that heavy rock again and again. A third crushing blow smashed into the sturdy fifth zombie's skull.
Two hits had already opened a massive wound in the back of its head. Now she was hammering that broad rock surface into it again. The volume of brain matter and blood that erupted this time was on a completely different scale from before.
"You bastard!!! You threatened my Tae-yang — die!!!"
Heave!!! Heave!!! Heave!!! Heave!!!
Bounce!!! Bounce!!! Bounce!!! Bounce!!!
No matter how spectacular the zombie's blood-fountain show got, it couldn't hold a candle to Aunt Min-jung's performance. She wasn't smashing a standing zombie — she was pounding a rock into the skull of one already face-down. Her arms, her upper body, her waist, her lower body all moved with several times the dynamism of before.
Aunt Min-jung's 75J watermelon breasts heaved free of any real bra restraint, and her forty-five-inch ass went beyond mere heavy bouncing — it slammed down like it meant to snap the zombie's thighs clean under her weight.