An Unknown Threat Blocks Geum Tae-yang as He Enjoys Kim Min-jung's Ass
“Is this even a car??? Isn’t this an armored vehicle?????”
Kim Min-jung’s eyes went round as saucers.
The thing that had made them that wide was a car. More precisely, it was something that looked like an armored vehicle, though it was supposedly a car.
“I was wondering why they’d put such an insane lock on this place… turns out they were housing a Hummer in here…”
“And not just any Hummer—one they’d poured a ridiculous amount of money into tuning.”
Geum Tae-yang stood in front of the vehicle as well, clicking his tongue in amazement.
The three of them had been roaming the streets, carefully checking every vehicle that looked even remotely usable. Nothing had satisfied Park A-young. Then she remembered Park Do-chul’s prized ride.
Park Do-chul owned several cars, but the one he loved most was a Hummer-class vehicle. Driving that massive thing around had been how he fed the deep-seated inferiority complex of a small man. The problem was that he’d taken the tuned Hummer with him on a business trip right before the apocalypse hit.
“He was pretty much the only guy who ever talked cars with Uncle Do-chul. Heh… he must’ve dumped serious cash into this thing.”
“I’m no car expert, but even I can tell just by looking that this is… damn.”
Watching Park A-young express her thick regret, Geum Tae-yang thought of someone. The only other local big shot who had ever shared hobby talk with Park Do-chul: Sung Gap-yong. In Tae-yang’s memory the two of them had talked cars constantly and gotten along unnervingly well. So he’d brought them here on a hunch—and sure enough, the man had been sitting on a prize item.
Sung Gap-yong had been a businessman too. Whether he’d also been away on a trip or not, the house was empty. Most of it showed signs of looting, but the garage—the one place with serious security—was still perfectly intact.
“The two of them had similar tastes and a competitive streak. Kind of like they felt a mutual ‘same-species’ disgust yet still respected each other? Like they never tried to invade each other’s territory.”
Park A-young chimed in while staring at Sung Gap-yong’s tuned Hummer. Park Do-chul and Sung Gap-yong had shared a hobby, but calling them close friends would have been a stretch. That was the fundamental limit of narcissists and sociopaths. Still, they had clearly served as excellent stimulants for each other. They’d met and talked often enough that the memory had stuck in Geum Tae-yang’s head.
Hmm… come to think of it, in the early days Sung Gap-yong used to look down on Park Do-chul a little. Sung Gap-yong was younger, from what I know, yet he half-spoke down to him while Park Do-chul always used polite speech. Back when I was a little kid.
Nod… nod… nod…
Listening to Park A-young, more anecdotes surfaced and Geum Tae-yang slowly nodded.
Sung Gap-yong had been closer to an established local power; Park Do-chul had been a nouveau riche. When Park Do-chul first moved into Pyeonghwa-dong, he’d been several ranks below Sung Gap-yong. That gap had still been noticeable even in Geum Tae-yang’s early childhood. Then Park Do-chul grew at breakneck speed and finally overtook him.
But the reason they still felt roughly equal in my memory is probably this: Sung Gap-yong’s view of Aunt Min-jung. He felt so inferior about her that he used to dump all kinds of shit on his own wife.
Even though the rank gap had been huge at first, Park Do-chul had been able to keep dealing with Sung Gap-yong on equal terms because of one person: Kim Min-jung.
The world of males is simple. Ask who the top male is and the answer is the one who holds the top female.
Sung Gap-yong had believed he outclassed Park Do-chul in every way—until he saw Park Do-chul’s wife, Kim Min-jung. Instant, crushing inferiority. He was a greedy man with women, so he’d brought home a wife who was quite the beauty herself, but she wasn’t even in the same league as Kim Min-jung. Because he lagged so far behind on the wife front, Sung Gap-yong had treated Park Do-chul as an equal even when he still outranked him socially.
That’s why that bastard Park Do-chul threw such a fit about never divorcing Aunt Min-jung even while he felt inferior to her. No matter where he went, just having her on his arm made people look at him.
Geum Tae-yang watched the lovely woman currently examining the tuned Hummer with wide, innocent eyes—Kim Min-jung.
The surface reason Park Do-chul had kept her by his side until the end was a fortune-teller’s advice. But deep down, Park Do-chul had lived every day feeling the raw power of a male who possessed Kim Min-jung as his wife. Higher-ups who saw through his character and looked down on him still changed their gaze the moment they learned his wife was Kim Min-jung.
Stupid bastard. To only be able to measure Aunt Min-jung’s worth from that angle…
In the past, thinking of Park Do-chul had made Geum Tae-yang angry. The more he came to know the woman named Kim Min-jung, the more that anger turned into a mix of absurdity and pity. A human goddess with ten thousand charms, and all that idiot had ever seen was the value of a trophy mannequin. Since the apocalypse, Geum Tae-yang had realized a great many things.
“Haha! Auntie, is this the first time you’ve ever seen a car like this up close? I thought you guys had cars at home—why are you so fascinated?”
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Geum Tae-yang walked straight over to her side, ready to enjoy her charm.
“Well, you see…”
When he came close and asked, Kim Min-jung’s face took on a faintly awkward look.
“Hmm… I used to keep quiet because it felt like badmouthing someone, but… screw it. I’m going to live however I want now.”
Any talk about Park Do-chul never ended well. Even before the apocalypse she had rarely spoken of him outside the house. She hated inventing lies, and she also hated speaking ill of her husband. But now that she was Geum Tae-yang’s harem female, she no longer wanted to live a censored life.
“Hahaha! That’s it, Auntie! Show me your natural self the same way you do when we have sex! Just like when you were smashing zombies earlier!”
Grab.
That she would steel herself this much just to speak a few facts about that absolute piece of shit Park Do-chul… where else in the world could you find an angel like this? Geum Tae-yang could not simply leave the explosive loveliness of the woman named Kim Min-jung alone. Shamelessly, he seized her massive ass and began to feel it.
“Heehee! So the kids’ dad really hated other people looking at his stuff. He wouldn’t even let me get near it. That’s why I never got the chance to see a car like this.”
She arched her back just a little.
Truly the coquettish female Kim Min-jung. Even though her young husband was groping her ass like a pervert, she felt a deep sense of belonging instead and her smile bloomed fully. Not only did she eagerly expose Park Do-chul’s pettiness, she also pushed that abundant rear out a little farther, as if inviting her twenty-one-year-younger husband to keep fondling it.
“Always remember this, Auntie! Everything I have is yours! I myself belong to you! So feel every part of me without holding anything back!”
Knead. Knead. Squeeze. Knead.
“Hnnngh…! It feels so good…! I’m the one who’s your wife…! Haaaah…!”
Having heard her story, Geum Tae-yang once again filled the emptiness inside Kim Min-jung. Even after becoming husband and wife, even after becoming a family and having a child, Park Do-chul had essentially treated Kim Min-jung like a stranger—worse than a stranger, really. The isolation she had felt all those years was beyond imagination. Feeling that deeply, Geum Tae-yang offered her everything he was. He was a man who owned nothing, yet he still gave without calculation to the woman he loved. Of course, while madly kneading Kim Min-jung’s ass he was also quietly presenting the bill. Kim Min-jung melted under the attention, happiness flooding the places that had been empty for so long.
“This’ll work. The annoying thing about this model is how much fuel it guzzles. But my alchemy magic has some serious buffs when it comes to fuel efficiency.”
Sung Gap-yong’s garage was now filled with the thick energy of Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung’s lovey-dovey play. Under normal circumstances it would have been impossible not to notice something so eye-searing. Early on, Park A-young had been somewhat conscious of it too. But after roughly ten days of watching the two of them nuzzle and cling nonstop, she was now able to focus on her own work as if nothing were happening.
“The interior looks roomy enough too. Absolute size-wise it’s still a bit lacking, but with your alchemy magic, A-young, we should have a solid foundation to reinforce it, right?”
Before long Geum Tae-yang was also examining the condition of the tuned Hummer. That was another reason Park A-young no longer paid attention to their flirting. From experience she knew that if she simply showed no reaction, the attention-seeking Geum Tae-yang would naturally return to the main track. In other words, a certain amount of deliberate indifference.
“It’s enough. Whatever they used to reinforce durability can just be redirected into expanding the body size. And the durability we lose that way, we upgrade by changing the material itself.”
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Park A-young rapped the hood with her knuckles, gauging the material. Her alchemy magic was not the kind that created something from nothing; it transformed existing materials. That was why she had been looking for a vehicle already loaded with enough raw material to transform, and one that also offered an advantage in cabin space. Because this tuned Hummer had been overbuilt for bulletproofing far beyond necessity, it more than satisfied every requirement she wanted.
“Got it. So can you give me an estimate right away? Looking at it, modifying it here and then hauling it back doesn’t seem realistic to me either.”
Even to Geum Tae-yang’s eyes, Park A-young looked thoroughly satisfied. He immediately steered the conversation toward how they would move the tuned Hummer.
“I have to project it multiple times and make an exact blueprint before I transform it. That means we take it as-is and I work on it for a few days.”
Given the sheer size of the thing, she concluded that immediate alchemy tuning was impossible.
“Then I’ll drive it. You can open the door and get the engine started with alchemy, right?”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Understanding her meaning, Geum Tae-yang walked toward the driver’s-side door.
“Of course.”
Park A-young grabbed the passenger-side door handle, ready to project her alchemy magic.
And in that exact moment—
“!!!!!!!!”
“!!!!!!!”
“!!!!!!!!”
Geum Tae-yang, Park A-young, and Kim Min-jung all went wide-eyed at once.
Whoosh!!
Of the three, Geum Tae-yang was the first to snap his gaze toward the front of the garage door.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…!
Thud…! Thud…! Thud…!
And there, walking toward them, was a zombie of considerable bulk.