Just Cumming on Her Tits Wasn't Enough — Painting Auntie Min-jung's Face Unlocked My Second Growth Engine! [Mart Raid][1]

He's so adorable, my Tae-yang! Watching him pour his cum all over my breasts and revel in it like this — I want to push him even further!

Kim Min-jung was filled with pure rapture at the sight of Geum Tae-yang roaring as he emptied himself across her breasts. This wasn't even a creampie — just a chest finish, and the male was this deliriously happy. That was exactly why she wanted to give him something even greater.

She gently tilted the angle of his cock upward.

Then she kept right on milking him — wet, rhythmic strokes, slick and relentless — while fondling his balls with loving hands, determined to wring out every last drop.

"Ghhhaaahhh!!! Auntie—!!!"

Tae-yang jolted, thrashing in shock.

"My face — even my face is too muuuch—!!!"

With the angle raised, he found himself painting Kim Min-jung's face as well — thick ropes of cum splattering across her features in a raw, unstoppable surge.

"T-thhaaahhh!!!"

The moment he panicked, Min-jung clamped down hard on his balls, holding him in place so he couldn't escape. Then she kept milking his cock, receiving the facial without flinching. Even with his seed plastered obscenely across her face, she didn't so much as twitch an eyebrow — though the intensity still forced her into short, sharp breaths through her nose. She matched the tempo of her strokes to the gradually thinning spurts of his orgasm.

Ghhhaaah!! I'm going insane!! I just came all over Auntie Min-jung's face!!! Fffuuuck!!

Faced with her desperate devotion, Tae-yang — flustered as he was — had no choice but to surrender fully to the facial. He squeezed his eyes shut, arched his back like a drawn bow, and shuddered through the aftershocks.

And then, behind his closed eyelids, a new message from the Status Window appeared.

This Status Window is a complete mystery.

Day six of the zombie outbreak. Geum Tae-yang sat alone in his room, staring at the second Growth Power he'd unlocked on day three, turning it over in his mind.

As things stand, I have to chalk these points up to Auntie Min-jung.

One way or another, the second Growth Power seemed tied to her. The moment her first handjob reached its finale, the second Growth Power — Savior — had opened for him, and one hundred fifty growth points had dropped into his account. He only noticed the change after the cleanup, once he was back in his own room. At the moment the notification had appeared, he'd been thrashing mindlessly inside the orgasm she'd given him.

My own handjobs didn't earn me a single point.

Tae-yang folded his arms and clicked his tongue at the new Growth ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Power. The look on his face said it wasn't going to be easy. Determined to pin down the system mechanics of Savior, he'd run a few experiments — jerked off alone, then jerked off while imagining Kim Min-jung. Both attempts failed to produce points.

But the second she does it for me, it's a direct deposit. Yeah... that's locked in.

On day four, while helping her express breast milk, he'd gotten another handjob. Then again yesterday, and again this morning. Across those three sessions, a combined thirty-six growth points had come in. The contrast between the two control groups was airtight. No room left for argument.

But day four gave me twenty points, yesterday ten, and today six. This isn't simple.

There was a reason for the wary look on his face. At a glance, it seemed like any filthy act with Kim Min-jung would generate points. But the first time had been one hundred fifty, the second thirty, the third ten, and the fourth only six. A clear, steep drop-off. That was why he was still analyzing it today — and why he still felt like there were a lot of variables left unaccounted for.

Like A-young said — it's not just about killing zombies. It's about the psychological state you're in when you do it. That same logic might apply to awakening potential.

He found ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Park A-young's theory of awakening pretty convincing, so he rewound his own and Min-jung's awakenings. In his case, killing the first zombie hadn't triggered anything. He'd awakened while pouring out his grief to Kim Min-jung after sending his father off. Min-jung, on the other hand, had awakened right after killing her first zombie — doing it to protect the boy she cherished like a son. Put it all together, and the accompanying psychological state looked like another critical factor in awakening.

So the act stays the same, but the point yield keeps shrinking.

Read against that backdrop, the drop from one hundred fifty handjob points down to six made sense. Even someone as overflowing with love as Kim Min-jung couldn't feel the exact same psychological jolt every single time.

I don't think it's just about raw, explicit stimulation either. The word "sincere" is sitting right there. This feels less like peripheral thrills and more like a mutual communication problem.

If more explicit acts simply meant more points, that would be easy to understand. But the psychological condition the Status Window demanded was far more abstract. The sincerity of Kim Min-jung stepping forward and breaking the line for his sake. The sincerity of Geum Tae-yang answering that effort by taking a step closer himself. That synergy had forged one hundred fifty points — and having lived through the miracle, he was piecing together his own interpretation.

Okay. Fine. For Auntie's happiness, I'm a man ready to do anything. But still — fuck, Status Window, isn't this skill a little much...?

He stared at his Status Window and let out a helpless sigh. Today, along with those six handjob points, a new skill had been added. From where he sat, it looked clearly related to his second engine, Savior — but the contents were awkward enough that he wasn't sure how to process them.

Ugh, fucking hot! The more I overthink, the hotter it gets!

He fanned himself furiously with the hand fan he was holding. Mid-June had long since passed. Normally this would be full-blast air conditioning season — but the bunker's AC was running on a bare minimum, conserving energy.

"Park A-young, you busy???"

Done with his Status Window review, Tae-yang headed for the second-floor central control room where she was working.

"Busy. I'm right on the verge of hacking the main power room."

Ever since entering the bunker, Park A-young had barely left the second floor except to eat and wash. She was pouring everything into cracking the locked major systems — and today she was about to clear a massive hurdle.

"Ohh! So we can finally run the AC at full blast???"

She was seated at the main computer. Tae-yang stopped behind her, eyes wide with hope.

"Let me crush that expectation for you. This setup's going to stay like this for a few more days. The main power grid is big enough that it activates gradually. So for now, I'm routing it into security systems first."

She delivered the iron hammer of reality without missing a beat.

"Mmm... coming from the girl who runs the AC even in winter, I guess I have no choice but to trust you."

He looked at her — legs spread in the chair, crotch soaked with sweat. Both Min-jung and her daughter ran hot. A-young especially hated feeling stuffy, and the slightest sweat normally had her blasting the AC. Right now she was living in nothing but underwear, AC almost completely off.

"Haaah... Mom's washing up in the living room shower right now, yeah?"

She glanced back at him.

"Yeah, she went in a little while ago."

At least the groundwater connection was working, so water was plentiful. The mother and daughter were barely holding on by showering constantly — and watching them, Tae-yang had already memorized both of their shower schedules.

"Once I get this running, screw it — I'll just shower with Mom. Fuck...!"

She finished the hack and slammed the main power activation button. Until now, the bunker systems had been running on auxiliary power plus whatever external supply hadn't been cut yet.

"Whoa!!! Park A-young, showering with someone else??? Environment really does make the person!!!"

Her irritated outburst made him click his tongue in amazement. A-young was severely germophobic and hated losing control over anything personal — which had hardened into an obsession with private space. That was why she treated the entire second floor as hers. And now she was willing to share her most beloved ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ritual — showering — with her mother Kim Min-jung. Humans truly were creatures of adaptation.

After the button press came a loading sequence — then the main power finally came online.

"Fuck... finally made it..."

Three days of grinding paid off. A-young slumped back against the chair like a rag doll.

"So the security systems will come online right away now???"

Tae-yang asked, eyes on the main power status screen.

"Yeah. You should be able to go hit the mart now."

She knew exactly what he was really asking and cut straight to the point. The mart raid had been planned three days ago, but he hadn't been able to go. He'd been worried that rich-house looters would show up while he was gone. Online, stories of people raiding wealthy homes were popping up constantly. Suspicious figures had even appeared on the bunker security cameras, and he'd had to stalk the property half-naked just to scare them off.

"Thank god. The next week was my hard deadline. Power and water are both about to cut out completely — and once that happens, real chaos starts."

He smiled with genuine relief. They were still in a transitional period. Rumors swirled that the government's TV response was pure bluff, that all the high-level officials had already evacuated, that public order and social systems would collapse any day into a full apocalypse — but it was all still speculation. Those doubts hadn't yet coalesced into mass collective action. From where Tae-yang sat, though, the breaking point looked to be about two weeks out. Based on the data he and A-young had compiled, that was roughly when power and water would be cut outside the special zones. Once that hit, official government statements wouldn't matter — people would start moving in groups. He needed to hit the mart before that situation locked in.

"That old man clawed his way through life nickel-and-diming everyone, and that's how he went out."

A-young crossed her arms, thinking of someone. The owner of Ondol Mart — the place Tae-yang was about to raid. The man had run the entire store alone, no employees, covering the labor-heavy work with AI and machines. He'd practically lived attached to that mart. Tae-yang hadn't seen him on the first day coming back to the bunker, which had put him on high alert. Two days later, scouting the area again, he'd run into the Ondol Mart owner's zombie — swept all the way near the bunker.

"It's because of that personality that nobody's going near the place. People would rather loot somewhere else than get tangled up with that guy."

Ondol Mart had become ownerless territory. Photos of mart raids from across Hanseong Metropolitan City were flooding the communities — but none of Ondol Mart. He couldn't be certain, but Tae-yang figured the owner's living reputation was still acting as a deterrent. Operating on that theory, three days ago he'd put down the owner's zombie and stashed the body in a corner where no one else would find it.

"Be careful, Tae-yang. The most important thing is your safety. Don't push yourself no matter what. If it feels dangerous, you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠run. No exceptions."

By three in the afternoon, Tae-yang was gearing up for the mart raid. Same as the first day when he'd gone to save his father — jacket on, even though it was early summer. Kim Min-jung wanted nothing more than to stop him, but she understood the reality. All she could do was stand there with a face full of worry, repeating her warnings.

"Haha! Auntie! I'm an Awakened! Honestly, I was pretty confident even without the powers — and with them? It's a cakewalk!"

"So you really don't need to worry at all!"

He knew exactly what she was feeling, so he put on a show, playing up his Awakened abilities.

But a moment later, his expression turned complicated as he looked at her in silence.

So what exactly are you telling me to do here, Status Window? Use the Mana Condom and have sex with Auntie Min-jung?

Looking at the woman who'd given him a handjob just that morning, the newly acquired special skill floated back into his mind.

His brand-new skill — the gloriously named Mana Condom.