The Lewd Min-jung Who Enjoyed Sex Knowing a Sex Video Was Being Filmed [Sex Video With Min-jung][2]
"Ah! I only told Mom and never mentioned it to you, Tae-yang? You were going outside so much in the early days, after all."
Having finished her sticky, steamy basement sex with Geum Tae-yang, Kim Min-jung carefully brought a towel over to Park A-young right afterward.
After that, Tae-yang had holed up in his room until A-young went upstairs to the second floor, then washed up in the living-room bathroom. Now he had come looking for her, something he needed to say.
And yet what he heard was far too shocking.
There was a CCTV camera in the basement.
"Yeah... I usually only asked you about the outside apocalypse situation... But Auntie knew about it..."
Tae-yang responded with a faintly vacant look on his face.
He had not gone down to the storage area often. The longest he had ever stayed there was this time, when he had gone down to have sex with Kim Min-jung. Looking the place over, it seemed considerably large and complicated, so he had been telling A-young that maybe he ought to check the storage room a few times a day himself.
And her answer to that had been this: she was already watching it on CCTV.
Auntie Min-jung... she knew there was a CCTV camera... and she still had sex with me???? Should I take it that she just forgot rather than doing it on purpose????
Auntie's gotten bolder, sure, but I don't think she'd go through with it knowing full well A-young would see... My read on this is right, isn't it?????
Tae-yang was doing his best to keep a poker face, but the awkwardness in his pupils was unmistakable. The one saving grace was that A-young kept her eyes fixed on the main computer monitor.
In other words, explosive sex between Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung had taken place in a space where the CCTV was running. And yet that pure, simple-hearted woman Kim Min-jung — who had known about it — had, the moment the act of love with Tae-yang began, let every other thought fly out of her head and concentrated so completely on that act of love that she simply forgot.
"Hey, A-young. You haven't checked today's CCTV footage yet, right?"
Tae-yang kept his tone as casual as he could manage. But caution was written all over his eyes.
That was right. Around the time Tae-yang and Min-jung's sex was being captured on the basement CCTV, Park A-young had still been bathing in the first-floor living-room shower. Meaning that unless she had specifically gone back and reviewed the recording, it was impossible for her to know about the two of them having sex. Tae-yang was confirming that now.
Swoosh...
Hearing his question, A-young turned her head toward him.
Twitch...!!!
The instant she turned, Tae-yang flinched. Park A-young was a sharp, quick-witted woman, and the look in her eyes said she had already picked up on the strange current coming off him.
"Why? Did you do something weird down in the storage room?"
As expected, A-young fired off a question that was razor-sharp and fully on alert.
"No? What do you mean, something weird? I was genuinely just worried about bunker safety!"
This was no ordinary matter — he had screwed her mother. On Min-jung's side, she was still fretting that she was not ready for this to come out. So Tae-yang denied it with everything he had.
But this was not a combat situation, so his Combat Mental Master trait did not activate. His denials were pitifully flimsy.
"Bullshit! The data's right here!"
Tap! Taptaptaptap!!
The moment Tae-yang's pathetic excuses started flying, A-young decided she had him dead to rights. With a look and a tone full of certainty, she began hammering away at the main computer keyboard, apparently intent on presenting her evidence.
"Hey, why are you jumping straight to checking the CCTV recording, A-young!! You don't need to bother with that!"
Tae-yang assumed she was about to pull up the CCTV footage as proof, and he protested in a flustered rush that it was far too much unnecessary hassle.
"See this? The temperature in the basement supply room suddenly spiked? Unlike the living room or the residential rooms, that place doesn't run the AC full blast, so when the temperature changes, it shows up clear as day."
But the evidence A-young presented was not CCTV footage. It was a graph of continuously updating numerical data for every zone of the bunker. Among those numbers was temperature — and right at the exact time Tae-yang and Min-jung's climactic sex had taken place, the supply room temperature had shot up sharply.
Huh? Wait a second...
Until just now, Tae-yang had been melting down in panic. But the moment A-young presented her evidence, his eyes lit up instead.
The fact that she's using that as her proof means the CCTV recording function isn't even running, doesn't it??
Because this was not combat, Combat Mental Master had not activated. But regardless of that, his Acute Senses were running as a passive. And what that outstanding trait told him was this: if there had been video, A-young would absolutely have used that as her evidence. Which meant there was no video.
"You're seriously going to keep denying it even after seeing this, Geum Tae-yang?"
When Tae-yang fell silent for a moment, A-young's competitive streak kicked in. She widened her eyes and pressed him harder.
Alright. Looks like there's no video, but now that A-young's asked like that, I can't get out of this without taking some kind of hit. I'll... take the fall for Auntie...
Tae-yang knew full well what happened when A-young's competitive streak activated. If there was no video, she would mobilize every other scrap of scientific data she could find and dig until she uncovered exactly what had gone on in that room. This involved the woman he loved, Kim Min-jung — so he was more than willing to take the bullet.
And so Tae-yang said:
"Hah... I jerked off."
He declared himself a guy who could not control his lust and beat off all over the place.
"What?"
The answer had come out low, almost like a sigh, and A-young — still fired up with competitive heat — seemed not to have caught it properly.
"I jerked off in the storage room. Didn't know the CCTV was running."
So Tae-yang said it again, clearly and deliberately.
"When you come back from butchering zombies outside, you get ridiculously horny. Your aggression ramps way up. You just go completely insane."
"I went outside today. Even killed someone. If I jerked off in my room at this hour, Auntie would've caught me. That place seemed like the most out-of-the-way spot, so I did it there."
Tae-yang confessed, calmly and without a shred of shame, that he was a completely unhinged masturbator. And of course he could be shameless about it — it was not true, and he was doing it to protect a secret with the woman he loved.
"O-oh... I see..."
Delivered with that kind of force and laid out so logically, even A-young's competitive fire had no choice but to die down fast.
"Well, I mean... the evidence was so clear and you kept denying it, so I just..."
She also knew how hard Tae-yang worked to rack up zombie points. Looking awkward, A-young avoided his gaze and offered a roundabout apology.
"And look. Mom already knows you jerk off. So stop worrying about it and just lock the door when you want to. Then Mom'll figure you're jerking off and leave you alone."
A-young's tone was prickly, but she was being considerate in her own way. The implication was that she had already thoroughly filled Min-jung in on the whole jerking-off situation, so he should just go ahead without fretting.
"Ah... really?"
Tae-yang was already having sex with Kim Min-jung. In the old days he would have asked how Auntie Min-jung even knew about that. But he had already cleared the final boss, had he not? So his reaction came out flat and dry.
"You're not going to ask how Mom found out?"
Logical as ever, A-young found that odd and immediately pressed him on it.
"Ah — yeah, I'm curious. How did she know???"
Catching the nuance a beat late, Tae-yang put on a stellar performance.
"I told her, obviously. Not like we had a choice, living together."
A-young then went on with a flourish about how she had been the one to clear the air between Tae-yang and Min-jung on the whole masturbation subject.
"Ahem... thanks, A-young."
Pat...! Pat...!
Tae-yang gave her shoulder a couple of pats to show his gratitude.
"And if that alone isn't enough to take care of it, you know..."
In that moment, A-young continued in a strange tone and an ambiguous voice, tossing the words out almost casually.
"Huh? What? If what isn't enough?"
This time it was Tae-yang who seemed not to have caught it properly.
"Never mind. Anyway, you said you had something to ask me, right? Isn't that why you came up here?"
Hesitating, A-young abruptly switched back to her normal tone of voice and glossed over whatever she had just said.
"Ah! Right. I wanted to commission you for this."
Fumble, fumble, fumble.
The moment A-young brought up why he had come looking for her, Tae-yang shoved a hand into the pocket of his training pants and started pulling something out.
"This is Kim Man-bok's phone."
It was the phone he had collected after finishing off Kim Man-bok during the first Ondol Mart raid.
"You said Auntie told you about the Man-bok thing?"
Tae-yang then explained how he had come to hand Kim Man-bok's phone over to A-young.
After three days, Kim Min-jung had finally left her room and thrown herself into conversation with her daughter, trying to ease the awkwardness she felt around her. A-young, for her part, had been more worried than usual about her mother after such a long stretch of illness, and she had listened more carefully than she normally would. Encouraged by that, Min-jung had told A-young — on Tae-yang's behalf — about the Kim Man-bok and Do Min-chul situation, framing it as a worry Tae-yang had confided in her while she was nursing him through his own troubles.
"I heard. That creepy bastard didn't just stalk me — he took orders from that Do Min-chul asshole and stalked Mom too."
A-young's tone was remarkably dry. Her usual way of speaking was either flat or prickly — the classic tsundere flavor. But right now it was cold enough to cut. She seemed genuinely unsettled that Do Min-chul and Kim Man-bok had reached out even as far as her mother.
"Exactly. But the real core of it right now is Do Min-chul. That son of a bitch became an Awakened. And according to Man-bok, his ability is mind control."
Tae-yang, however, did not seem to catch that subtle shift in her. He pressed straight on with his request.
"With an ability like that, I think the key is how much you figure out about its characteristics in advance. That's actually why I brought up your friend last time."
"But now that you know everything, I figured having you dig through this phone's contents directly would be faster."
Kim Man-bok had deleted his call logs and text records related to Do Min-chul. From Tae-yang's perspective, if anyone could restore them, it would be A-young.
"You're busy, so you don't have to do it right away. Just chip away at it when you have time."
Knowing full well how obsessive A-young was about Park Do-chul, Tae-yang made the request carefully, almost casually.
"No. I'll put your request at the top of my priority list."
Thud!
A-young took Kim Man-bok's phone and said something Tae-yang had not expected at all. The fact that it involved her mother, Kim Min-jung, had clearly weighed heavily.
"Really? You'll put my request first?"
Tae-yang's eyes went wide.
"But the phone model is a tricky one, so it'll take some time. If he was using a phone like this, you can bet Do Min-chul's bastard trained him and loaded it up with all kinds of security."
A-young looked down at Kim Man-bok's phone and answered with cool composure.
"Thank you! Thank you, Park A-young!! Seriously, thank you! Alright, I'm heading back down!"
After roughly five minutes of heaping praise on her, Tae-yang stepped out of the central control room door to head down to the first floor, offering one last expression of gratitude.
And as he turned to leave —
"Thanks."
— A-young threw a thank-you of her own at his back.
"Huh?"
Swish!
Tae-yang turned around with round eyes.
"For taking care of Mom this time. It's late, but I wanted to say it."
Still looking at the monitor, she said it in that same flat tone of hers.
"Uh, y-yeah..."
It was the first time he had heard a thank-you from Park A-young since they were little kids. Tae-yang answered awkwardly.
"Ahem... that A-young... so damn ticklish..."
Coming down from the second floor, Tae-yang lay down on his bed to sleep. The moment he settled in, the memory of A-young's thank-you came back so ticklishly that he shuddered.
"Man... I only spent three days in Auntie's room, and this bed already feels weird..."
It really had been three days of pure fire. That stretch of time had been more than enough to rewrite every one of Tae-yang's perceptions and familiarities.
And that went for Kim Min-jung too —
"Tae-yang... you asleep...?"
Creeeak...!
— who, in the dead of night, fearlessly eased open the door to a fully grown man's room.