Sweat-Soaked Auntie Min-jung — That Which Soaked Her Nipples and Breasts Especially Wet... [The Harem Has Begun] [2]
It came up when she was on the phone with her friends, so I figured maybe — but it was real...
Park A-young didn't have many friends. Ever since she was little she'd stuck to Geum Tae-yang and never felt much need to make others. Still, university being what it was, a few people she kept in touch with had come along. Tae-yang had overheard one of those calls. But a bare, shaved pussy was hardly common in Korea, so his belief had been fifty-fifty — until this unexpected verification dropped into his lap.
Blonde Park A-young with a bare pussy... it suits her even better. Insanely hot...
She didn't leave any shape at all. She went full clean-shave...?
Tae-yang stared at A-young's bare pussy with shameless, open hunger.
"Hey. I've heard guys get morning wood, but does it just stay up like that? Aren't you gonna die if all the water drains out?"
Scrub, scrub, scrub.
A-young had started soaping her underarms. She cocked her head at him. Blonde hair, bare pussy, Park A-young — the whole picture was brutally stimulating. Even though Tae-yang had almost finished pissing, his erection refused to go down.
A-young didn't know a damn thing about real men, but her biological knowledge was solid. She knew the mechanism: when a guy wakes up, blood rushes in to help him hold his bladder, and once the water's out the erection usually fades. Tae-yang, though — A-young's bare pussy hit him so hard that his cock only got bigger and harder.
"Ahem... this is, uh..."
Tae-yang dodged the answer.
"Ha... this bastard got hard watching me wash. Animal..."
"What kind of dick is forearm-sized and still has erection power like that? Fuck, seriously..."
Shake, shake, shake, shake.
Sharp-eyed A-young caught the way his words trailed off and immediately pieced together the reason. Then she laid out her abundant book-learned knowledge and thoroughly roasted Geum Tae-yang and his easily-risen monster cock.
"Ah, nooo!! It's not like that!!!"
Glance, glance, glance, glance.
Getting harder while taking a piss — even Tae-yang had to admit the situation was filthy. His face went scarlet as he denied it with the frantic energy of a kid throwing a tantrum. But his eyes only grew more crazed, devouring the lush virgin body of twenty-one-year-old Park A-young.
"Hiyah... look at this bastard."
Smirk.
A-young felt his gaze raking over her without rest and lifted one corner of her mouth, amused.
"So it was locked on my pussy, huh?"
She'd finally figured out exactly which part of her body Tae-yang's eye-rape had zeroed in on.
"Well, you always did like hairless pussy, Tae-yang."
Confidence flooded her face as she laid his preferences bare without mercy.
"What kind of bullshit is that?! I never said anything like that to you!!!!"
Tae-yang denied it with an even redder face. But his words themselves never contained a hard rejection of the preference. He only stressed that he'd never said it to her directly — he couldn't bring himself to declare he absolutely did not like bare pussy.
"I saw all your porn, you bastard."
"I didn't watch the actual content, obviously, but over ninety percent of the title screens were bare pussy. Deny something you can actually deny."
Because he really did have that preference. That was why he'd been checking whether she was fully bare or had left some shape. A-young was good with computers — ten minutes of work and she could dig up every last porn file Tae-yang had carefully hidden. Every woman in those videos had no pussy hair at all.
"That's because I watch Western porn...!!! Most of them over there shave...!!!"
In the end Tae-yang half-confessed. His primary taste was Western porn, and soaking in that had only made him more used to bare pussy.
"If you're gonna say that, at least take your eyes off my pussy first... Even if I'm trying to play it cool, this is getting embarrassing, you bastard..."
Tae-yang had his logic, but it carried zero persuasion. His body was telling a completely different story. A-young had already seen his erect cock on day one of the zombie outbreak. She'd even shown him her tits. So she wanted to project the aura of a cool, unflappable woman. Even she, though, found this level of staring from Tae-yang a bit much.
"Uh, so... how long was I out? Feels like I slept forever..."
Tae-yang tried a desperate subject change — partly to get information, partly to calm his erection, and partly to tear his eyes off A-young's pussy.
Whoooosh—
"You slept for two days."
A-young answered as she turned on the showerhead.
"Two days???? So I was completely out all of yesterday?????"
Tae-yang had felt like he'd slept a long time. He just hadn't expected two full days. It was a miracle his bladder hadn't burst.
"Yeah. You were sleeping so hard Mom kept checking whether you were alive or dead."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
A-young spread her legs a little and scrubbed her bare pussy thoroughly. The shower water made the sound absurdly loud. She kept right on giving him a direct rundown of his sleep situation.
"I see... Two days. Outside must've progressed some. How's it looking out there?"
Slick...
It was an insanely erotic sight. Tae-yang finally gave up on killing the erection and pulled his pants up. He stood there with a twenty-six-centimeter tent pitched, wearing a serious expression that didn't match it at all, and asked A-young another question.
"Martial law got declared, but from what I can tell it's not gonna hold. Simultaneous zombie-virus confirmations hit the military bases too."
Stroke... stroke... knead... knead... fondle...
True to form, A-young barely cared about being watched. She enjoyed her shower as if Tae-yang weren't even there. She turned to face him head-on and ran her hands over that seriously voluptuous 40/24/42 body of hers, thoroughly and without shame.
"I was out the day before yesterday too, and it didn't look like this was ending anytime soon. Anyway, if what you're saying is right, this is a full apocalypse. Can we hold out in this bunker?"
Tae-yang started openly watching her shower. The courage came from A-young having her eyes closed under the water, savoring her own body.
"I'll need a few more days to inspect the bunker, but I think the odds are good enough. If we really want to hold out long-term and stable, though, we'll have to do exterior work."
"Like installing safety measures on the walls. I saw equipment in the bunker that can handle that kind of job."
"I'm gonna rest a bit after I wash, then start. Help me out."
A-young had already calculated that surviving the coming apocalypse meant fortifying not just the bunker but the entire house.
"Of course I'll help. Food situation — I scoped out a mart on the way back."
Even while racing back to the bunker, Tae-yang had been scanning nearby marts in the gaps. His father had just died and his head was a mess, but he'd still done everything he could.
"Not bad, Geum Tae-yang. Maybe the apocalypse is your natural habitat?"
Grin...
Knead...! Knead...!
She rated his survival instincts highly, but in A-young's mental image Tae-yang had always been such a softie. She'd figured his father's death would have shredded his mental state. Whether by instinct or conscious choice, though, he'd acted outside her calculations. That put an intrigued look on her face — and she expressed it with her body, kneading those massive 75G breasts with a sensual grip while the corner of her mouth lifted.
"There's a lot of food, but it's all efficiency-focused. Don't we need some quality stuff too? People can't live on efficiency alone. Especially in an apocalypse — you'd go crazy."
On day one A-young had cocked her head at the warehouse rations. As a foodie, that quality was unacceptable. So she fully agreed with Tae-yang's mart-raiding idea.
"Okay. Then we plan a mart run."
Nod...! Nod...! Nod...!
With sharp A-young backing him, Tae-yang nodded and started sketching out the raid.
"But do you actually have a roadmap, Geum Tae-yang? I agreed, but honestly it looks hard."
A mart raid was exactly that — a raid. Far harder than defending. Tae-yang had to know that. And yet his eyes were full of confidence. A-young couldn't tell where it came from and tilted her head.
"Not certainty... more like something I need to check..."
His answer was vague. But his eyes were definitely brimming with confidence.
"...."
A-young watched him in silence.
"Since you're finally up, let me ask. On day one, on the way back from Songrae-gu — did something special happen with Mom?"
She asked about what had gone down between Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung during their return right after the outbreak started.
"Ah! Back then?"
Tae-yang immediately understood why she was asking. When A-young had looked puzzled at Min-jung's excited state, he'd told her he'd explain later.
"I got into danger on the way back. Auntie Min-jung killed a zombie herself to save me."
He laid out what had happened right away.
"Ahh, so that was it? Hmm... that actually makes sense. Mom looking that energetic and worked up."
She hadn't seen it herself, but A-young figured it was the kind of event that could release a lot of what Min-jung had been bottling up. It explained why her mother had reacted so differently even while fighting with Park Do-chul.
"Even so... that alone doesn't explain everything about how she is now...?"
Tilt...
A-young murmured under her breath, head cocked. Among the versions of Kim Min-jung she knew, something about her current state couldn't be explained by that positive experience alone.
"Hey. Looks like you're gonna have to check something yourself, Tae-yang."
She handed him a mission.
"Mom's been weird since yesterday. Like... she's thinking too much? At first I thought she was just worried about you, but the more I watched, the more it wasn't that."
"And after what you just said, it's not from what happened on the way back either."
"It's less worry and more... like she's wrestling with something."
Kim Min-jung had suddenly started looking full of private concerns.
"Auntie? Why??? What's weird about her???? What's she worrying about????"
Tae-yang's eyes went wide at the news of Min-jung's troubles.
"That's what I want you to find out. I think that's the right call right now."
What A-young meant was that having Tae-yang handle her mother's counseling would help Min-jung more than if she did it herself.
"And in this situation, that kind of process is something you need too."
Beyond that, Tae-yang needed work. Work that involved connecting with another person would be even better. A-young figured that would be a huge help for someone who almost certainly had serious post-traumatic stress sitting in his unconscious.
What's going on with Auntie... is it Park Do-chul...?
Mission received, Tae-yang left the bathroom and headed for Kim Min-jung's room. The only worry of hers he could think of that counted as a real dilemma was Park Do-chul. Everything else was something to be anxious about, not something to agonize over.
"Auntie~ It's me, Tae-yang~ Can I come in~?"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He stood outside her door and knocked gently, announcing himself.
"T-Tae-yang, you're up? Y-yes, come in..."
Kim Min-jung answered in a hurry, her voice clearly flustered.
"Haha! I'm up, Auntie! I stopped by the bathroom and came straight to you!"
Peek...
Tae-yang cracked the door and stuck his head in first.
"??????"
The moment he looked inside, his eyes went slightly round.
"Thank goodness, our Tae-yang... Auntie was so worried..."
Kim Min-jung was sitting on the edge of the bed, soaked in a considerable amount of sweat.
What the hell??? Why is Auntie's chest... that wet????
And of all places, both of her nipples were especially, thoroughly soaked.