The Harem Male's Destiny: Becoming Jo Yu-mi's Prey (2)
"Tae-yang, what are you doing...?"
Peeking out...!
After Park A-young returned to her room on the second floor, a certain lovely presence poked her impossibly beautiful face through the doorway of Geum Tae-yang's room.
It was Kim Min-jung — the very embodiment of love and embrace.
"Aigoo, Ajumma! Come on in! I was just checking the situation outside on the computer!"
He sprang up!
Overflowing with pure delight in both expression and voice, Geum Tae-yang leapt from his computer chair to welcome his first wife, Kim Min-jung, the woman he cherished beyond measure.
"See, Ajumma, with more and more survival camps popping up, the friendlier ones that deal with the public have been posting their local geography and conditions. I'm gathering all of that right now."
"I see, Tae-yang..."
As he greeted her, Kim Min-jung stepped inside. Geum Tae-yang launched into an eager explanation of everything he had been working on.
Having left the bunker, he was already planning expeditions into the outside world — and that demanded thorough advance intelligence. One critical pillar of that intelligence was how the bustling streets of Hanseong Metropolitan City had changed in the two-plus months since the apocalypse began: where the barricades stood and what they looked like, which stretches were prowled by zombie packs large enough to demand caution, the nature of the active survival camps and the territory each community controlled, and above all, how inter-faction conflicts and alliances were taking shape.
So Geum Tae-yang had spent hours rolling through online communities. What he discovered was that other survival camps shared nearly identical worries. Aside from a handful of exceptions, most were ordinary people focused purely on staying alive. They had not formed any formal alliance, yet the camps that felt the need for shared information had carefully sorted and posted a great deal of public-domain intel onto well-secured local community boards.
Geum Tae-yang was collecting every scrap of it so he could draft a proper roadmap for advancing into downtown Hanseong.
"Aigoo... so that's what you've been doing! Our Tae-yang is working so hard... I'm so proud of you, really..."
Kim Min-jung gazed at the data work on his computer and reacted with pure, overflowing pride. That a young man of only twenty-one would pour this much effort not only into the women at his side but into the new comrades he had gathered left the loving soul that was Kim Min-jung endlessly amazed and delighted.
"Hahahahaha!! Of course I have to! And I'm not struggling at all, Ajumma! I feel damn proud, actually! Knowing I can do something for you and A-young!"
Geum Tae-yang happily soaked up the praise from his beloved first wife. That was exactly why he worked so hard — for this kind of affectionate head-patting. Kim Min-jung's reaction filled him with strength.
A soft smile...
Kim Min-jung looked at him with eyes full of a mother's smile.
"And, Tae-yang...?"
She clasped his hand tightly between both of hers.
"Yes! Go ahead, Ajumma!"
Geum Tae-yang answered in a solid, reliable voice.
"Thank you... truly. Because of our Tae-yang, I was able to have a warm, heartfelt talk with my daughter A-young..."
Kim Min-jung poured her overflowing happiness into him. It was not the explosive kind of joy that bursts all at once. It was a deep, dense happiness that had been longed for across a long stretch of time — and now, at last, fulfilled. That was why she had waited. For hours she had simply stayed quiet so that Geum Tae-yang and Park A-young could talk properly on their own. She had wanted to rush to him that very instant and thank him for restoring the happiness between mother and daughter, yet she waited. That was how profound her feelings ran.
"Aigoo, Ajumma... my beloved Ajumma..."
He pulled her into a fierce embrace!
Geum Tae-yang wrapped his arms around the woman he loved, the one who had just conveyed her gratitude, his expression complex and tender. He could feel it — how many hours Kim Min-jung had waited just to deliver the happiness filling her heart. And the reason such patience was possible was, in the end, because Kim Min-jung was Park A-young's mother.
Mother Kim Min-jung. Carrying that identity, how much heartache must she have endured all those long years while watching her daughter? Geum Tae-yang felt a fresh wave of pity for her. Especially after personally embracing Park A-young and fully sensing the depth of the wounds Park Do-chul had carved into her, he could now feel even more clearly the rotting, festering anguish that had lived inside his beloved Kim Min-jung as a mother.
"I'd do anything for you and A-young... I love you both so much... I love you, Ajumma... *mwah*...!"
"Hnnngh... I love you, Tae-yang..."
She squeezed him tightly...!
Trying to explain those tangled emotions with words in this moment would have been meaningless. No — the two of them no longer needed to. A sincere whisper of love was enough. Their hearts were already connected.
Geum Tae-yang no longer merely claimed with words that he was Kim Min-jung's husband. Crossing the twenty-one-year age gap, he truly cradled his wife, pressing a kiss full of tender affection to the forehead of the much older MILF Kim Min-jung. And Kim Min-jung, no longer merely Mother Kim Min-jung but the destined wife nestled in her husband's arms, sank even deeper into her husband's embrace.
"Fuck, this motivation is insane...!!!!!"
While a soft, platonic bond of solidarity blossomed inside Geum Tae-yang's bunker, a thick stream of curses erupted somewhere else — and with it, a mad, burning drive.
It was Jo Yu-mi, the one who had made a bet with Geum Tae-yang.
"—KRAAAAAAAARGH!!!"
"—KIIIIIIIIIIEEK!!!"
"—KREET!! KIIIIET!! KREEEEET!!!"
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!!!!
Even in the sweltering summer heat, Jo Yu-mi wore a full set of leather long sleeves and pants. Unlike the Pyeonghwa-dong expedition, she was heavily geared up — locked in and hunting zombies with serious intent.
Three zombies charged her with jaws wide open, closing the distance in a furious rush.
Yeah, come at me, you bastards...!!!!
Whoooosh!!!!
The zombies' ferocity was no joke. But Jo Yu-mi had gone beyond ferocity into pure madness. Riding that momentum, she activated her Superior Step trait and drove straight into the three of them.
"—KREEEEEEEEEET!!!"
The first zombie — a big, solid one — lunged with arms outstretched.
Swaaaaaaang!!!
A dramatic change swept over Jo Yu-mi's right fist, already locked onto the target. Metal Skin reinforcement activated.
PWOOOOOM!!!
"—KUEEEEEET!!!"
"Fill that gauge up nice and fast!!!!"
Her uppercut smashed into the first big zombie's jaw. A wretched howl from the creature, and a full-throated battle cry of pure drive from Jo Yu-mi.
Jo Yu-mi was responsible enough to look after children even in an apocalypse, yet continuously hunting zombies was no easy task. The fighting itself was fine — her personality was aggressive and she loved combat sports. The problem came afterward: converting the gauge she had filled through sweaty, exhausting labor into points by masturbating. The orgasm at the climax had been an incredible experience she had never known before, so that part was not bad. But the psychological crash that crashed over her like a tsunami afterward had nearly driven the virgin Jo Yu-mi out of her mind.
Yet right now, not a single trace of dread over that coming crash showed on her. She did not seem to spare it even one percent of thought. Far from hesitation or fear about masturbating, anticipation and excitement practically radiated from her.
PWOOOOOM!!!!
"—KEEEEEEEEK!!!"
A second zombie closed in. Jo Yu-mi shifted her angle just enough and shattered its skull with a left hook.
Pssssssssshhhhh!!!!
A fountain of blood erupted from the second zombie's ruined head.
"—KRAAAAAAAARGH!!!"
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!!!
Using that blood spray as a backdrop, the third zombie charged.
Thud!!
Jo Yu-mi used the weight transfer from her left-hand strike to drop her lower body low—
Whooooom!!!
—then jumped.
PWOOOOOM!!!!
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!!!
She unleashed a right-leg spinning back kick. Metal Skin reinforcement covered her right leg from sole to knee. If her earlier punch had felt like a steel hammer, this strike was a steel club swinging full force. The third zombie's head burst like a smashed pumpkin.
Thud!!!
Jo Yu-mi landed cleanly.
"Haa... that makes twenty today... roughly a hundred and fifty over three days?"
Sweat poured down her in rivulets...!
Having wiped out every zombie in sight, Jo Yu-mi immediately tallied the three-day kill count and sucked in a deep breath. The berserker pace she had kept left her looking thoroughly spent. The leather long sleeves and pants only made the sweat cascade more viciously.
This was day three since the C-level advancement bet with Geum Tae-yang. Jo Yu-mi was running at a blistering pace to win that wager.
She scanned left, right, all around!
"Hooooooaaah...!"
Thankfully, no other threats existed within visual range. Confirming that, she exhaled even deeper. Yes — her growth motivation gauge was maxed out. The heavy breathing came partly from the heat and the brutal combat fatigue, but the real cause was the explosive surge of sexual desire crashing over her.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Then she did something uncharacteristic. Until now, Jo Yu-mi had always masturbated on the spot to keep the excitement high. This time she began leaving the scene, searching for somewhere safer, more stable.
With this, I don't need to make a huge scene anymore!!
Fumbling, fumbling!
While running hard, Jo Yu-mi pulled her phone from her clothes. A broad smile spread across her face as she looked at the screen.
Ha, fuck, Geum Tae-yang looks ridiculously sexy...
The sudden reason she had taken out her phone: to look at the photo she had taken with Geum Tae-yang four days earlier. Jo Yu-mi licked her lips while staring at the image of him filling her entire phone screen — Tae-yang right after a shower, still slightly damp, wearing only a sleeveless undershirt.