Kisses Are Allowed Between Family, But Daughter Park A-young Grabbed Her Stepdad's Cock [Daughter Seducing Stepdad][3]
“!!!!!!!!!!”
Right in front of every last building tenant, Park A-young lunged for Geum Tae-yang’s lips and claimed them. The sudden assault left Tae-yang frozen in shock.
But her boldness didn’t stop there.
Squeeeeeze…!♥
Her left hand shot down and seized Geum Tae-yang’s crotch in a firm, unapologetic grip.
“!!!!!!!!” “!!!!!!!!” “!!!!!!!!” “!!!!!!!!”
One scorching act after another from Park A-young. The building-tenant mob, already whipped into a frenzy the moment she appeared, went dead silent, eyes bulging and mouths hanging open.
“.......” “......” “......”
Silence swallowed the entire scene.
That beautiful face, that body, the suit clinging to every curve with her chest half-unbuttoned—Park A-young had strutted up like a haughty cat and devoured Geum Tae-yang’s mouth in a wet, thorough kiss. As if twenty-odd onlookers meant nothing, she grabbed his crotch for good measure. It was pure performance, a public declaration that they weren’t just dating—they’d already been fucking like animals, exactly the way Tae-yang had claimed.
The message slammed through the tenants’ skulls like a tidal wave. Twenty furious men stood speechless, completely overwhelmed.
Gwaaaaaaah!!! Park A-young just kissed me!!! Park A-young just grabbed my cock!!! I’m already sleeping with Auntie Min-jung!!! We fucked last night too!!!!
Geum Tae-yang was just as stunned—only for a different reason. A twisted, taboo thrill of a stepdad caught in something filthy with his stepdaughter left him reeling.
“You crazy fucking bastards!! What the hell do you think you’re doing in broad daylight!!!!”
“Look at that slut! And Geum Tae-yang—acting all quiet and proper, then living up to his name after all!!”
The tenants’ silence shattered soon enough. What they were watching was pure envy. Wasn’t this exactly what they’d risked zombie-infested streets for, charging toward Park Do-chul’s house? Inferiority, deprivation, every ugly feeling they carried boiled over.
“What the fuck are you chicken-heads yapping about? Already forgot what you just said? It’s the apocalypse, right? Apocalypse means rape is fair game, right?!”
The second their reaction hit him, Tae-yang shook off the shock and fired back with pure mouth-fighting revenge. Still locked in A-young’s grip, he didn’t care anymore—he locked eyes on the tenant mob and spat the words with a mocking sneer.
“Th-this little shit’s got some nerve talking like that!!!!!!”
“That’s it! We were gonna sweet-talk him since we’re fellow tenants, but fuck it—let’s grind this bastard down too!!”
Completely crushed in the war of words, the tenants fell back on the oldest defeat flag in the book—pulling the age card—and killed the conversation cold.
“Babe. You just gonna leave those assholes alone? A minute ago they were calling me a whore and worse.”
Park A-young shot him a look full of sweet, seductive fire, goading him into the perfect excuse to slaughter the whole tenant group.
“Of course I can’t leave them. These fuckers came here to mess with Auntie and you—I’m wiping every last one of them out.”
His eyes flashed.
—Griiiip!
Geum Tae-yang clenched the projected steel pipe hard enough to creak and locked his gaze forward.
“And I’ve got a lot of questions I want answered face-to-face.”
Thud!
He dropped into a crouch, then exploded forward.
—Dadadadadadadadadadadad!!!!
Tae-yang sprinted, hit the top of the stairs, and launched himself into the air.
—Paaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!
“That crazy son of a bitch!!!!!”
“What the fuck is that guy?! He’s flying through the air????”
It was pure pre-fight theater, meant to shatter their morale before a single blow landed. At D-rank awakened physicals—peak human—Tae-yang used the stair angle to clear the gate and front wall in one soaring leap. Exactly as planned, the tenants’ faces twisted in panic; the psychological high ground was already his.
“You freak out this easy? Guess you’ve been living pretty soft…!”
—Thuuuuuuud!!!
But the real opening act was only beginning.
“Then you’ve never even seen something like this, have you???”
—Puaaaaaaaaaaak!!!
The second his feet hit the ground, Tae-yang brought the projected steel pipe down on the nearest tenant’s skull.
—Pussssssssssssssssshk!!!
One clean hit and the first man’s head exploded.
“Uwaaaaaaaaaah!!!!”
“Ch-Chang-seok!!! Chang-seok’s head is gone!!!!”
A human skull bursting like a smashed pumpkin sent the men around him into pure horror.
—Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhht!!!
A fountain of blood erupted from the ruined head.
“Gyaaaaaaah!!! Uwaaah!! Blood! Bloooood!!”
“My eyes! My eeeeeeyes!!!”
The spray hit them full in the face and the panic deepened.
—Puaaaaaaaak!!! Puaaaaaaaak!!! Puaaaaaaaak!!!
“Should’ve stayed in the shelter instead of crawling out here!!!!”
Two waves of intimidation landed perfectly. Terror spread through the twenty-odd tenants like a plague, and Geum Tae-yang began his human slaughter show in earnest.
“Don’t panic! We’ve all killed zombies before!! This guy’s just one person!! Swing! Swing those steel pipes together!!”
From the rear, Gang Chun-jae started screaming orders. Judging by his words, none of them had actual murder experience under their belts.
—Buuuuuuuuung!!! Buuuuuuuung!!
“Die, you bastard!!! Die!!!”
—Buuuuuuuuung!!!
“Fucking hell!!!”
A few of the bulkier tenants finally swung steel pipes and baseball bats.
—Puaaaaaaaaaaak!!! Puaaaaaaaaaaak!!!
“You gotta actually look when you swing—closing your eyes halfway isn’t gonna hit shit.”
They either clipped their own allies or were so terrified their aim was garbage. Tae-yang watched them with pure contempt and kept butchering.
“Hey, Tae-yang! You know me, right? Before the apocalypse you came by my shop and said hello! Please, spare me!!”
More than half were already dead—every aggressive fighter among them gone. The survivors started begging for their lives.
—Puaaaaaaaaaaak!!! —Puaaaaaaaaaaak!!!
“Shut the fuck up and just die already!!”
“—Gkeooooooork!!!” “—Gyaaaaaaaaaak!!!”
The Geum Tae-yang who had just finished making love to Kim Min-jung was not the old Tae-yang. This new version had already killed four people. Old connections meant nothing—he cut them down without hesitation.
Dadadadadadadad!
Only Gang Chun-jae remained, already running for his life.
—Puaaaaaaaaaaak!!!
“Gyaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
A body that could run a hundred meters in 9.6 seconds closed the gap instantly. Tae-yang snapped Gang Chun-jae’s ankle.
“Ugh!!!”
“Clatter-crash!!!!”
Gang Chun-jae went down hard.
—Thuuuuuuud!!!
“Keooooooork!!!”
Tae-yang planted his left foot on the man’s chest and pinned him for easy questioning.
“There’s no way you got this far on your own combat skills. Someone had to be backing you—someone who told you Park Do-chul’s house was empty and cleared a path through the zombies.”
“Who was it? Who told you the house was empty and opened the road so you could get here?”
He went straight into interrogation mode.
“If I tell you! If I tell you, you’ll let me live????”
Unlike Kim Man-bok, Gang Chun-jae jumped into bargaining at light speed.
“I won’t kill you with my own hands. That leg of yours will get you eaten by zombies soon enough anyway.”
With Chun-jae offering the info himself, Tae-yang didn’t even need to dangle a carrot.
“Fuck, I should’ve just stayed in the shelter, damn it!! Got greedy for nothing, fucking hell!!!”
Regret flooded Gang Chun-jae.
“So who was it—”
He started to shout the name of the mastermind.
“U-uh-uh! Uh-uh-uh! Uh-uh-uh????”
His mouth locked up mid-sentence.
“What the hell is this now?”
Even Tae-yang, who’d been keeping a poker face, widened his eyes.
Doesn’t feel like acting. 『Sensitive Senses』 isn’t picking up any lie.
Startled for a second, he used the skill and read the situation clean. Gang Chun-jae clearly wanted to talk—something invisible was simply blocking him.
This basically confirms it, doesn’t it?
Whatever force had sealed his tongue kept him from naming the backer. That only turned Tae-yang’s half-formed suspicion into cold certainty.
—Thuuuuuuud!!!
No more need to listen. Tae-yang raised the projected steel pipe.
“I want to talk!! I want to fucking talk!! The words just won’t come out!!! So please don’t kill me!!!”
Thrash! Thrash! Thrash! Thrash!
Gang Chun-jae’s mouth worked again; he sobbed and flailed.
—Puaaaaaaaaaaak!!!
Tae-yang smashed his skull open with the pipe.
Auntie’s coming out soon—better clean this up roughly.
Drag-drag-drag-drag-drag-drag…!
He hauled the corpses around the nearest corner and out of sight. Once the cleanup was finished, he walked back to the front gate. Park A-young used the app on her phone to open both the gate and the front door for him.
“Nice work!”
“Yeah, thanks for opening up!”
Step. Step. Step. Step.
Arms folded, A-young waited for him at the top of the stairs with that same haughty look. Tae-yang, soaked in blood, raised a hand in a small wave as he walked in.
“Let’s head inside, A-young. For now we should keep the whole tenant massacre secret from Auntie. No real reason to tell her yet.”
Step. Step. Step. Step.
“Fine by me.”
He passed her as he spoke. If it had only involved him, he would have given Kim Min-jung a heads-up. But A-young had been right there too—if Min-jung heard the full story now, she’d worry herself sick. Better to sit on it for a while. A-young answered with flat agreement.
“By the way, you’re not even gonna say anything about the kiss? I figured you’d freak out and deny it.”
She prodded him, watching how he hadn’t mentioned her bold move at all.
“Dunno. It was your first kiss, A-young. If I denied it or made a big deal, that’d just be shitty, right?”
His answer was simple: he wanted to protect the weight of a twenty-one-year-old girl’s first kiss.
“.....”
Park A-young fell silent.
“You not coming in?”
Swish.
Noticing she was still standing there, Tae-yang turned back.
“Still gotta finish installing the rest of the stuff, don’t I?”
Step. Step. Step. Step.
She answered in a bored voice and walked toward the wall.
“Ah! Right, yeah! Then I’ll just rinse the blood off real quick and come back, A-young!”
—Huddadadadak!!
Realizing he’d forgotten, Tae-yang bolted for the bunker shower.
Thud…!
Park A-young stopped in front of the unfinished electric trap along the wall. She pressed her phone screen on.
From the speaker came a familiar voice howling:
"I'm Park A-young's boyfriend!!!"
She had recorded the entire shouting match between Geum Tae-yang and the building tenants.