The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 12 - Isn't this a zombie story? (2)

 

Dayoung could finally feel the dampness between her legs, her panties soaked through as the entrance to her slit throbbed.

“No way, just from thinking about it? Is this for real? Do naturally sensitive people really get this wet just from their imagination?”

 

Things she had never experienced in her past life were now happening to her body. 

 

Even when she read Zombieverse and imagined the sex scenes, all she felt was a slight tingle in her lower half—nothing more. But inside Zombieverse, Dayoung’s body seemed both hypersensitive and far too easily aroused. 

 

Yet, when she thought about yesterday, she didn’t mind having such a responsive body. 

 

After all, even though it was her first time, it had been so intoxicatingly good that if asked to do it again, she’d agree without hesitation. Maybe that was why, despite the embarrassment, she had nodded at Dohun’s suggestion.

 

“To think this is real life. Did I save a country in my past life or something, getting isekai’d into Zombieverse to have sex with the hottest guys…?”

 

Just on the first day, she had nearly cried upon realizing she’d been transported into a zombie apocalypse. But now, she actually felt grateful to be here. She wasn’t some doomed villainess awaiting death, nor was she stuck suffering between the main couple. 

 

Instead, she was under the protection of the group, receiving their attention. 

 

Maybe this was better than being reincarnated into any other romance fantasy.

 

Dayoung squirmed on the bed before finally sitting up. Her panties were uncomfortably damp, and since she had fallen asleep right after sex yesterday, she really needed to wash up. 

 

Grabbing a change of clothes and underwear, she left the room. 

 

On her way up to the third floor, she ran into Jiseok, who greeted her but for some reason couldn’t quite meet her eyes. 

 

What’s up with him?

 

Minho, sitting at the desk in front of the bathhouse reading a book, lifted his head at the sound of her light footsteps.

“Oh, Dayoung, are you going to shower?”

“Yeah. It’s so hot… You don’t have to turn on the boiler for me.”

“No, I’ll turn it on. Your body must still be tired.”

“Huh?”

 

“Hmm. So, you had sex with Ian on the rooftop at dawn, huh? Jihu’s been spreading it everywhere.”

“Ah… So that’s why Jiseok oppa… couldn’t look me in the eye. Hahaha…”

 

Dayoung felt an invisible sweat trickling down her forehead. 

 

So they all know. Everyone in the mall knows she slept with Ian yesterday…

 

“The others probably know too. But don’t worry, they won’t say it outright like me. Well, except Dohun. He’ll definitely say it. Though I guess he’d just be jealous.”

“I already heard it from Dohun. I thought only he knew, but… everyone does, huh? But is that really something to be jealous of…?”

 

“I told you when you first got here, didn’t I? That they’d all try really hard to impress you. But Ian snatched you up first. Ah, sorry—‘snatched’ might’ve been the wrong word. They’re probably all dying of envy. My stomach hurts just thinking about it.”

 

Minho clutched his stomach, pretending to be in real pain, and Dayoung nodded. It seemed her standing here was much higher than she’d thought.

 

“That much, huh?”

“Of course. You’re the first woman we’ve met in three months of scouting this area every day. Who knows if we’ll ever meet another? Especially one like you, all alone. Most women are in groups—and those usually have men with them. Some of us were starting to think we might never see another woman before we die. And then you showed up, Dayoung.”

 

“Do you think… because I slept with Ian… they might start hating me or something?”

 

“Why? Because you think they’ll treat you carelessly since you’re someone else’s girl? Do you really see them as that heartless?”

 

“That’s not it. But still. They were nice because they wanted something from me, just like you said. What if they start ignoring me now, thinking I won’t give them what they want anymore?”

 

Minho gave Dayoung a strange look. 

 

Was she naïve? Or was she playing dumb? 

 

Judging by how she’d acted over the past week, she was just naïve. She didn’t understand men’s feelings at all. 

 

But how could anyone be that clueless?

 

“Are you dating Ian?”

 

“No…”

 

“Then they’ll probably try even harder to be your second.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You’re not even dating. And even if you were, in this situation, you hold all the power, Dayoung. Who’s gonna say anything if you have one boyfriend or two? Everyone’s gonna be fighting to be your second. So, there’s nothing to worry about. Just go wash up. I’ll turn on the boiler, so warm up and come out.”

 

“Okay. Thanks.”

 

Dohun’s offer to sleep with her after hearing she wasn’t dating Ian. Minho’s remark about how guys would try harder just to be her second. 

 

As she undressed in the changing room, Dayoung mulled it over. When she first arrived here, she’d naively wondered if she could become the Chairwoman.

 

But now, strangely, it felt like it might actually be possible—sleeping with the most popular guys here. She felt a little pathetic for even thinking that. 

 

The protagonists in novels who get transmigrated struggle to change the story’s future or uncover the reason for their possession. 

 

Meanwhile, she was just drowning in lust, thinking about sex every day. 

 

No—actually doing lewd things. How pathetic was that?

 

But there was nothing they could do here. They couldn’t go outside, swarming with zombies, and even inside, information was limited—so no matter how much they wanted to learn more, they couldn’t. 

 

Dayoung stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. 

 

As the water poured over her head, she began to empty her mind.

 

After showering, she felt refreshed, and her thoughts seemed somewhat clearer. Dayoung decided to simply enjoy this moment. 

 

A world where women were precious, yet a world where a woman alone could do nothing. 

 

Shouldn’t she be grateful just to be treated like this? 

 

As she stepped out of the bathroom and chatted with Minho, his radio crackled to life.

 

“There’s been a huge explosion in the east. Recon team, gear up and gather on the first floor.”

 

Dayoung’s eyes widened as she listened to the transmission. 

 

An explosion in a world full of sound-sensitive zombies? 

 

She began retracing the events in the novel. The three men had arrived, and before they could cause trouble—explosion. 

 

Explosion. Ah!

 

‘Ian and his group had searched the entire 100-meter radius around the mall. Even though it was a mall, the food wasn’t unlimited. 

 

Thanks to the backup generator keeping the refrigerators running, they could still manage, but otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to eat properly. 

 

Ian stared at the stored ingredients in the pantry, deep in thought. 

 

How much longer could they hold out? Maybe they should start a small garden on the rooftop.’

 

While Ian was lost in thought, the radio buzzed. Hearing about the loud explosion in the east, Ian grabbed his gear and headed to the first floor. 

 

The group quietly slipped out through the back door. 

 

Since the mall’s perimeter was barricaded, they could easily escape. After walking for about an hour, avoiding zombies, they found traces of the explosion.

 

The gas station exploded. 

 

Fortunately, the blast wasn’t as massive as expected—likely because survivors had already siphoned off most of the fuel. But the flames still raged on. 

 

Had someone deliberately blown up the gas station? To kill zombies? Or to make a statement? 

 

The group scoured the area but found no one—just zombies. Before heading back to the mall, they stared at the relentless fire.

 

The station was about five kilometers from the mall, so they were safe, but they couldn’t just leave it burning. 

 

Then, a single drop of rain fell. 

 

Soon, the skies opened up, unleashing a downpour that seemed to herald the start of summer. The flames at the gas station dwindled and eventually died out.

 

Ian’s group returned to the mall empty-handed. 

 

On their way back, there was an underground shopping center tucked inside an alley, but its sign went unnoticed. 

 

Two months later, when they finally checked it, another group had already passed through.