I Met a Woman Masturbating on the Street [New Heroine???]

The special unique skill granted for the Special Quest with Kim Min-jung was skill-sharing through the party function — specifically, the ability to share Geum Tae-yang's core skills.

Tae-yang called the special unique skill notification window back up from his inventory. Accept and decline buttons appeared at once.

"Obviously accept!"

He jabbed the 【YES】 button.

"Whoa!!"

The instant she accepted the special unique skill, Kim Min-jung's eyes went round as saucers. A faint blue mana glow bloomed across her entire body.

Ssssshhhhh...!

"Haha! Pretty wild, huh, ajumma?"

That look on Min-jung was pure catnip for Tae-yang's tastes, so he dismissed the Status Window and simply drank in her reaction.

"So this is what it feels like...! Ah... I see. This is the feeling..."

After that cute little reaction, Min-jung's expression shifted into pure focus as she worked to master the newly implanted techniques. Eyes closed, she ran image training on the Weapon Enhancement and Suit Enhancement skills that had been poured into her mind.

"Alright — I'm going to try projecting mana into Father's keepsake, Tae-yang!"

Her face set with resolve. Tae-yang was currently holding a spare steel pipe; he had handed Geum Il-bong's original pipe over to Min-jung. Now that Il-bong was effectively her father-in-law, a strong enough bond had formed that even a complete beginner like her should be able to achieve a solid projection right away. That was the reasoning behind the decision.

"Projection!"

Min-jung called out the skill.

—Swaaaaaaaaaah!!!

Mana coating flared across the projected steel pipe of Geum Il-bong that she was holding.

"Whoa!!! You did it, ajumma!! Mana coating!! That was a clean success, no question!!"

Min-jung still had her eyes shut in concentration, so Tae-yang registered the visual change first. He was even happier than when he had first succeeded at Projection himself.

"It really worked??? Just like the demonstration you showed me yesterday — the coating took hold??? Wow!!!"

Hearing Tae-yang's cheer, Min-jung finally opened her eyes. She checked the projected state of the steel pipe still gripped in her hands, eyes going huge with delight.

"Oh... so even without a helmet, I won't get bitten by zombies now, Tae-yang?"

Next she tried applying Projection to the suit as well. From Min-jung's perspective, the suit had been provided by her beloved daughter — the emotional bond there was beyond imagination. As a result, a projection effect on par with Tae-yang's own kicked in almost immediately.

"See, ajumma? Starting to get it now? Why I keep saying you don't need to worry even when I go outside?"

While Min-jung was still absorbing just how powerful Projection really was, Tae-yang seized the moment to drive home the point he had been trying to make for ages.

"But still... no matter how safe it is, how am I supposed to stop worrying about you..."

It was a conversation Tae-yang was never going to win. This was Kim Min-jung, the woman who had given birth to the brilliant Park A-young — of course she understood how strong and how safe he was. But he was the man she loved too much, the soulmate she had waited forty-two years to meet, and the more he shone in her eyes the more she clung.

"Haha! Okay, ajumma. I'll get even stronger and be more careful from now on..."

Pat... pat... pat...

"I'll try my best to stay calm too, Tae-yang..."

In the end Tae-yang raised the white flag. He rubbed the shoulders of a dejected Min-jung and worked hard to soothe her. True to her pure, kind nature as his wife, she vowed to do her best as well.

"Alright! Take my hand, ajumma — my wife! We've got a Special Quest to finish!"

Thud!

"Heehee!♥ Let's go together, husband...!"

Pitter-patter-pitter-patter...!!

Squeeze!♥

Soulmates that they were, the atmosphere bloomed into a flower garden in an instant. Tae-yang held out his hand and urged them forward; the voluptuous MILF-wife Kim Min-jung, smile in full bloom, hurried over and took it.

This is nice... it feels like I'm on a date with Tae-yang...

Her first outdoor outing since they had started dating. Min-jung felt wonderful, as if they really were on a date.

"First we should burn all the corpses around here, right, ajumma? There's an incinerator nearby."

"I was wondering whether we should risk the smoke, but since it came up as a Special Quest, we have to do it. It's about time we started worrying about disease."

The Special Quest the Status Window had issued for Tae-yang and Min-jung was to collect nearby zombie corpses and burn them at the closest incinerator.

"The nearby incinerator — you mean Mr. Kim's Private Incinerator, Tae-yang?"

Min-jung, gripping the projected steel pipe firmly in both hands, reacted with round eyes.

"Yeah. I've been scouting the area since this morning. I checked the Kim place too — nobody's there. The door's still unlocked from when I forced it. So we can just head over."

Under normal circumstances he would have started the quest first thing in the morning. But because this was a quest ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with Min-jung, Tae-yang had been especially thorough about safety. That morning he had combed the entire perimeter for any sign of surveillance from people who might belong to Do Min-chul's crew.

"Then I should help carry the zombie corpses too, right?"

Fumble, fumble, fumble.

Even at a glance, zombie corpses littered the surroundings. Min-jung moved to stow the projected steel pipe in her pipe bag — a bag they had jury-rigged just last night.

"If it were only zombies, sure. But if we factor in Awakened, one of us needs to keep a proper lookout, ajumma. I'll handle collecting the corpses — you stick with me and watch our surroundings."

With projected suits, zombies were no real threat to either of them. The real danger at this stage was other Awakened. Even if it slowed the work, someone had to stand watch.

"Shall we get started, ajumma?"

Thud! Thunk!

Physical monster Geum Tae-yang. With those massive hands, he grabbed roughly two zombie ankles per fist.

"......"

Clack! Clack-clack-clack! Clack-clack-clack!

While Kim Min-jung and Geum Tae-yang threw themselves into hauling zombie corpses, Park A-young was running an algorithm program to parse the text messages and call logs from Kim Man-bok's phone.

"This is... starting to make me feel really fucking sick..."

When Tae-yang had first asked her to look into Do Min-chul, her reaction had been lukewarm. But the moment the request touched on Kim Man-bok, her face had gone deadly serious — because she had learned that Man-bok, under Min-chul's orders, had been stalking her mother Kim Min-jung as well. A-young had watched Min-jung suffer through a cold for several days back then, and it had left a real mark on her. Hearing the story in that state had ignited genuine rage.

But now A-young's face had gone past anger into something hard and frozen.

Going through the restored messages from Kim Man-bok, A-young kept finding periodic references to a backer in the conversations with Joo Chang-jae.

That building Do Min-chul supposedly bought — the location of that building is... ha... fucking hell...

A-young had already pieced together nearly every fragment scattered across the messages. The outline of the backer was growing sharper and sharper ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in her mind. Her mood looked foul, and her face had gone seriously pale.

So around this time, contact with the backer was made from the building office.

Clack! Clack-clack! Clack-clack!

Armed with that additional information, A-young hammered away at another keyboard connected to the main computer.

Beep! Beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep! Beep!

If the building records pop up in this data for this time window, it's a slam dunk.

She was pulling call records.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep!!!

"Fuck..."

And there it was — in someone's call log: Do Min-chul's building, and the exact location of the key site inside it, Min-chul's office. The timestamps also matched the conversation between Joo Chang-jae and Kim Man-bok she had just reviewed. The moment she confirmed it, a raw curse tore out of A-young's mouth.

"Park Do-chul."

The call records A-young had secured belonged to Park Do-chul's company security phone. In other words, the man who had been bankrolling Do Min-chul and acting as his backer — was her own father, Park Do-chul.

"Damn, ajumma — with you on lookout this is flying by! Having to stay aware of everything around me the whole time used to drain so much energy!"

Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung had finished clearing the zombie corpses around the bunker. Now they had moved out to more distant blocks to keep processing bodies. Like the previous zombie-extermination Special Quest, this one had a gauge. They had to collect and incinerate until that gauge filled completely for the quest to clear. After roughly an hour of focused work, the corpses near the house alone hadn't been enough to fill it.

"Really? I kept feeling like I wasn't doing anything useful... I'm glad you see it that way, Tae-yang..."

Min-jung had thrown herself into her role with everything she had, but her drive was so strong that she still felt she was falling short.

"What are you talking about, ajumma! Every time my stamina starts dipping, one look at your ass and I'm fully recharged!!"

But roles came in many forms. When a woman as stunning as Kim Min-jung was poured into a skintight suit, wasn't that itself a top-tier potion that restored stamina through pure visual welfare? Tae-yang was reaping those benefits in full, and he made sure to praise her for it.

"Really...? You really like how I look in the suit that much, Tae-yang...?"

Sway...

Honestly, Tae-yang's line had been a painfully lame bit of banter. But this was Kim Min-jung, a woman completely under his spell. Even that garbage pickup line landed with her — she demurely turned to show off the rear view of her suit, angling for her beloved husband's attention.

Khhhh... I'm losing my mind... I don't know who designed this thing but it's fucking incredible... and watching pure, innocent Min-jung ajumma wear a suit like that is making me so goddamn hard...

It was a figure that could drive any male insane. The suit design, Min-jung's body, and above all that pure-hearted eagerness to look pretty for her husband — Tae-yang's earlier comment had been half-joke, half-truth, but Min-jung's little performance was turning it into pure, undiluted fact.

If I had my way I'd yank that crotch zipper down and bury myself in her right now... she's not wearing underwear under there... khhhhhuuuu...

The crowning glory of Min-jung's suit was, without question, the extra zipper running along the lower half. That functional zipper, cut all the way up to just above her ass, had Tae-yang practically drooling.

But no... I'm still a human being... I know how to pick my battles...

Tae-yang still had a human heart. At the very least, ramming his rock-hard cock into the woman he loved in broad daylight, out in the open where zombies swarmed, was something only a beast would do.

Huh? What the hell is that...????

But not long after, Tae-yang ran into a real beast.

"Hyaaaang!! Haaang! Hnnngh!! Hngh! Hnnnnngh!!"

Schlick! Squish! Schlick! Squelch! Squelch! Squish! Squelch!

Right in the middle of an alley in broad daylight — a woman was masturbating.