The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 11 - Isn't this a zombie story? (2)

 

“W-Wait—!”

 

Despite Dayoung’s cry, Ian only moved his hips faster, pressing their bodies tightly together to push his cock even deeper inside her. 

 

The friction against her clit made her shudder.

 

“Ah, it’s weird—Ian, ahng, agh, ahh!”

 

Already sensitive from Ian’s relentless pace, Dayoung reached her peak again, moaning helplessly. 

 

Feeling his own climax approaching, Ian gripped her waist and thrust at a final, desperate speed.

 

“Ngh…”

 

Even through the condom, Dayoung could feel the heat of his release. 

 

Ian pulled out, removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it into a nearby trash bin. Seeing Dayoung lying there completely spent, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. He wiped her thighs and between her legs with his T-shirt.

 

“Noona, are you tired?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Wanna shower?”

 

“Too… tired. Don’t wanna.”

 

At her reply, Ian dressed her before scooping her up into his arms. 

 

Dayoung stayed limp, too exhausted to move a single finger. 

 

Is sex always this draining? 

 

As they descended to the second floor, Dayoung dozed off in his hold. Ian carried her to her room, laid her on the bed, and tucked her in before quietly slipping out.

 

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Breakfast Time

 

When Dayoung didn’t come down for breakfast, the group grew concerned. She had never missed a meal since arriving, so her empty seat stood out. 

 

After finishing his food, Dohun headed to her room to check on her. Just as he was about to call out to her from behind the curtain, Ian clamped a hand over his mouth.

 

“Noona went to bed late last night. Let her sleep.”

 

“Huh? How do you know that, Park Ian?”

 

“Couldn’t sleep, so we hung out.”

 

Dohun narrowed his eyes skeptically at Ian’s vague answer. 

 

Just then, Jihu—who had been on dawn patrol—approached, glaring daggers at Ian.

 

“What’s his problem? Why’s Jihu looking at you like that?”

 

“No idea.”

 

Ian shrugged and walked off, but Jihu quickly grabbed Dohun and pulled him aside. 

 

Leading him down to the first-floor convenience store, Jihu cracked open a can of coffee before speaking.

 

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Late in the morning, Dayoung opened her eyes but couldn’t move easily. 

 

Staring blankly at the ceiling, she recalled what had happened in the early hours. 

 

For the real Dayoung, it had been her first time having sex. She’d had a boyfriend before, but they hadn’t gone that far, so she had been a virgin. 

 

Though apparently, the Dayoung in this world wasn’t. The moans and dirty words that had spilled from her lips…

 

“This is crazy… I must be insane, Kim Dayoung. No matter how swept away you were by the mood! Or by his handsome face! What were you thinking, spreading your legs like that?!”

 

She wanted to kick the blankets in frustration, but her aching legs refused to cooperate. 

 

Worse, just remembering it sent a tingling sensation between her thighs. If she kept thinking about it, she’d probably get wet again, so she shook her head to clear her mind. 

 

Once the dirty thoughts were gone, hunger took their place. 

 

Groaning, it took her a while to drag her sore body out of bed. When she finally staggered outside, moving like one of the roaming zombies, the group’s eyes lit up. 

 

Huh? Why were they staring at her like that? 

 

Was it because of last night’s intense workout? 

 

Her stomach growled loudly, as if throwing a tantrum. If only she weren’t so hungry, she would’ve stayed in bed longer.

 

After quickly preparing and eating a simple meal, Dohun spotted her passing by and walked into the dining area.

 

“Noona~”

 

“Dohun-ah. Good morning—well, late morning, I guess?”

 

Dohun sat beside her, propping his chin on his hand as he gazed at her intently. 

 

Then, with a sly grin, he asked, “Noona, are you feeling okay?”

 

“Huh? Y-yeah, I’m fine…”

 

“You didn’t come out for breakfast, so everyone was really worried.”

 

“Oh, really? I was just tired, so it’s fine.”

 

“Must’ve been a rough night, huh? Ian was a virgin, so I bet he got a little carried away?”

 

“Yeah. Wait— cough, cough! “

 

Dayoung absentmindedly responded to Dohun sitting next to her, but his sudden question made her choke and cough. 

 

Dohun patted her back and handed her a glass of water.

 

“Noona, I heard you had sex with Ian on the rooftop?”

 

“H-how did you know that?”

 

At Dohun’s words, Dayoung’s ears burned red. 

 

Without a second’s hesitation, Dohun gently stroked her flushed ear. It felt like just a touch, but for some reason, it felt obscene to Dayoung. 

 

What the hell? Why does it feel so dirty when he does it?

 

“The dawn patrol saw everything. Noona, do you like doing it in such an open place?”

 

“Ah, no! It’s not like I planned it or anything.”

 

“So it wasn’t planned. You were just with Ian and suddenly felt like it?”

 

“Uh… yeah.”

 

At Dayoung’s answer, Dohun smirked again. 

 

For some reason, his pretty smile made her uneasy, and she flinched. 

 

Dohun pulled his chair closer to her and asked, “Noona.”

 

“Uh… yeah?”

 

“Are you and Ian dating now?”

 

“Huh? No, not really.”

 

“Oh, so you’re not? Then… do you want to date him?”

 

“Well… I haven’t really thought about it yet…”

 

“Then, Noona, how about you try having sex with me first before deciding?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I think sexual compatibility is super important. If you date within the group and then break up, things’ll get awkward, so you should only commit if it’s long-term. And if the sex is bad, that’s a major reason for breakups—apparently, it leads to dead bedrooms.”

 

“…”

 

“You’ve got such a pretty body, and Jihu said you seem really sensitive. Imagine that body stuck in a sexless relationship. What a waste.”

 

Dohun kept talking without pause as he looked at Dayoung. Though she felt a bit embarrassed by his behavior, she didn’t dislike the attention. 

 

‘I really am a pervert, huh!’ 

 

But she was curious. If Ian was described as sweet and gentle in bed, Dohun was the type to whisper affectionate yet shamelessly dirty talk during sex.

 

“Come on, climb on top and ride me yourself.”

“How is it? Feels even better when I take you from behind, right? We’re just like mating animals. Aren’t we?”

“Look at this. See how turned on you are in the mirror? My cock fits perfectly inside you. Oh, you’re even more excited now? You’re squeezing me so tight.”

 

Dayoung couldn’t help but recall the written descriptions of Dohun’s sex scenes, making it hard to look directly at his face in front of her. His face was so unfairly pretty that during love scenes, he was often described as having a rag stuffed in his mouth. 

 

Dayoung fidgeted with her fingers.

 

“Noona~ Huh? You said you don’t wanna date yet. Then, let’s just have sex. Okay? Or do you not wanna do it with me? Am I not good enough compared to Ian? Is my face not manly enough? I might not look it, but I’m actually great in bed. Some girls say they don’t like my face, though… Is that why you’re hesitant? Maybe I should get a big scar or something to look more masculine?”

 

“Ah… No. I like your pretty face, Dohun… I’d hate it if you got a scar.”

 

Knowing that Dohun’s biggest insecurity was his pretty face, Dayoung shook her head as he kept grumbling about his appearance.

 

“So, you’ll have sex with me too? Huh?”

 

“Ah… Fine. I said okay, so stop with the sex talk already!”

 

“Aww, you’re so sweet, Noona. Let’s do it once you loosen up a bit. Deal?”

 

“…Yeah.”

 

When Dayoung spoke in a small voice, Dohun grinned brightly, gave her a light kiss on the temple, and then left the dining area. 

 

Somehow, Dayoung felt like she had been completely played by him.

 

After finishing her meal and returning to her room, Dayoung’s mind was in chaos. With Ian, she could dismiss it as sex that happened because of the mood—but with Dohun, she had promised to have sex while fully conscious. 

 

Was that even possible? 

 

Maybe both the sexual encounter with Ian and the promise with Dohun were just dreams she had after being possessed by Zombieverse or something she had imagined on her own. 

 

But if it was just her imagination, why did her waist hurt so much?

 

Lying on her bed, lost in thought, she recalled last night’s events again. 

 

Why did the memories of sex keep surfacing whenever her mind wandered? Was it because what had only been possible in her imagination had actually happened? 

 

Whenever she zoned out, the events of the early morning came back to her—the hands that were gentle yet large and warm, the lips that clung stickily to hers, and Ian’s cock, which had filled her so completely.