The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 15 - It Wasn’t Supposed to be a 19+ novel (1)

Slightly calmed down, Dayoung lifted her head and pulled away from Minho. 

 

As she lowered her head, the sensation of air against her chest made her realize her bare skin was exposed, and she gasped, quickly embracing Minho again. 

 

In her panic, she covered his face—against her chest—so he wouldn’t see. Minho’s face was now buried in Dayoung’s ample, bare breasts. 

 

Am I an idiot? she thought for a second.

 

“Ack!”

 

“You just noticed? That’s harsh.”

 

“You could’ve said something!!”

 

“You clung to me first… Is it my fault?”

 

As Minho spoke, his breath tickled Dayoung’s bare chest. She subtly slid her hips down, bent her waist slightly, and adjusted her position to wrap her arms around Minho’s shoulders instead.

 

“No, that’s not it.”

 

“Are you gonna stay like this?”

 

“J-just a little longer… Would that be a nuisance? I’m not doing it on purpose, I swear. I’m just too shocked right now. Sorry.”

 

“Not at all. If anything, I should be thanking you.”

 

“Then… let me stay like this a little more.”

 

She had always thought Minho was smaller than most guys—more like a cute girlfriend than a boyfriend. But for some reason, her racing heart began to settle as she held him. 

 

The warmth of his hand patting her back was comforting, too. His touch against her bare skin was gentle. 

 

The patting gradually turned into slow, deliberate strokes along her back.

 

Minho caressed Dayoung’s smooth back. He could feel her shoulder blades, and as his hand traveled lower, the curve of her waist. 

 

Dayoung, sensitive, shivered at his touch. 

 

Noticing her reaction, Minho raised his fingers slightly and traced her back even slower.

 

“Hah…”

 

Dayoung arched her back with a soft moan at the sensation against her skin. Her body, which had been pressed against Minho’s, naturally pulled away, but Minho’s gaze lingered on the sway of her chest before he cautiously pressed his lips against her. 

 

A hot breath brushed her skin, followed by the soft touch of his mouth. Her back instinctively curved as Minho sucked gently near her pink nipple.

 

“Ah, w-wait… I haven’t showered yet…”

 

“So you’re saying it’d be fine if you had?”

 

Minho grinned at her words, leaving Dayoung unable to respond. 

 

‘Maybe I really am a pervert!’ 

 

Despite his cute, rabbit-like appearance, Minho had strong stamina and was the type to take his time in bed. The thought alone made Dayoung’s ears burn red.

 

Minho’s heart raced at her reaction. He cupped the back of her head and closed the distance between them, his tongue slipping past her lips without warning.

 

“Mmmph—”

 

It was nothing like Ian’s soft kisses. Minho’s tongue explored every corner of her mouth, leaving hers no room to follow. 

 

Even as their lips locked, a low chuckle escaped him before he sucked deeply on her tongue.

 

Between feverish kisses, Minho grabbed her full breasts, kneading them in his hands before teasing her nipples with his fingers. 

 

Dayoung pressed herself closer, her body instinctively chasing the pleasure.

 

Helpless, she let him lead, her tongue clumsily moving in his mouth. Wet, lewd sounds filled the dressing room until Minho finally pulled away at the sound of her ragged breaths. He gave her a few light pecks.

 

“Since I finally got my chance, should we stop here for today? Go on and shower.”

 

“Ugh… yeah.”

 

Dayoung covered her chest as she stood up, and Minho reluctantly stepped out of the dressing room. She took off her underwear and pants before entering the bathhouse. 

 

After a quick shower, she dipped into the hot tub. 

 

What just happened? Did I unintentionally seduce Minho? Was I secretly a pro at this…? 

 

She hadn’t been with many men, so maybe she just hadn’t realized. 

 

All sorts of thoughts swirled in her head. It seemed like ever since coming here, the only thing she thought about every day was dirty fantasies. She splashed hot water on her face.

 

“Troublesome thoughts, go away!”

 

After washing up, Dayoung lay down on the bed, planning to rest until dinner. 

 

A lot had happened over the past two days—her first time having sex, the zombie attack, and the sex promises with Dohun and Minho. 

 

How should I act from now on? Is it really okay to just have sex whenever I feel like it? 

 

On top of that, she felt a little guilty knowing this body wasn’t originally hers. Though this was a fictional world, Dayoung had been an ordinary woman living in Korea—somewhat conservative, someone who only indulged in fantasies of rebellion. 

 

No matter how much she tried to sort out her thoughts, new worries piled up by the next day.

 

“Noona~ Let’s go eat.”

 

“Yeah. I’ll be right out.”

 

Dohun called for her from outside the curtain. Just hearing his voice made her body heat up for no reason. 

 

Usually, she helped out with cooking alongside the others, but today she had gone with the scouting team instead. 

 

At Dohun’s urging, Dayoung got up from the bed and adjusted her clothes. She had accidentally exposed herself to the group before, and she was determined not to let it happen again.

 

“Noona, how was scouting today?”

 

“It was… strange. Exciting but also scary.”

 

“I heard Jiseok hyung said you beat up a zombie with a baseball bat, noona?”

 

“Nah. I hit it, but it didn’t go down… Jiseok oppa had to finish it off.”

 

“Still, that was really brave. Most people would’ve been too scared to do anything.”

 

“What’s with you? I’ve managed to survive this long, you know.”

 

Dohun and Dayoung chatted about the day’s events as they headed down to the dining area. 

 

Dohun was worried Dayoung might keep going out on scouting missions. Not just because she was the only woman in the group, but because he never wanted to experience losing someone again—regardless of gender. 

 

The current scouting team consisted of those who had stuck together, moved to the mall, and spent nearly five months honing their skills and learning how to take down zombies.

 

“Noona, so… are you going to keep going out?”

 

“If there’s a reason to, then yeah. But I won’t be going out for a while.”

 

“Good. That’s smart. I’d rather you didn’t go out at all if possible.”

 

“Got it.”

 

When they reached the dining area, Dayoung was served a meal more elaborate than usual. 

 

Though they had brought back fresh ingredients today, the cooking team had prepared a full spread as a celebration of her safe return.

 

“Thanks to Dayoung, we’ve got plenty of food now. So eat up.”

 

“Woomin, it’s not just because of me. Everyone helped bring it back.”

 

“But you’re the one who knew about the underground mall and led the team there. So it’s thanks to you. Oh, and we planted the seeds you brought in the rooftop garden. Hope they grow well.”

 

“Yeah. Did you plant them according to the season?”

 

“Of course. Here’s to the seeds sprouting safely. Cheers~”

 

The group raised their water cups in a toast. 

 

Dayoung grinned brightly, and the others, moved by her expression, downed their water in one go. 

 

A few even choked, coughing and sputtering in the process.

 

The next day, the scouting team headed to the underground shopping center early in the morning and spent the entire day moving bags of rice, grains, and instant food. 

 

Dayoung organized and recorded the ingredients brought by the scouting team, working alongside the cooking team. She took a quick look around the food storage, refrigerator, and freezer. 

 

In the novel, they had settled in the shopping mall for about 16 months.

 

With food supplies running low, they still had over a year left before moving to Gangwon-do. Even if Dayoung ate less, her presence alone would deplete the supplies faster. 

 

Fortunately, they had managed to bring back some overlooked ingredients from the original story, so she hoped that would cover her share.

 

After dinner, Dayoung returned to her room, feeling slightly relieved that one of the worries she’d had since arriving at the mall had been resolved. She sat solemnly at her desk, flipping open a notebook that looked nothing like a diary—filled only with lewd content—and began organizing the plot details. 

 

Here, she couldn’t comfortably write in Korean like in a romance fantasy novel.

 

Everyone in this mall was Korean and knew Hangul too well. 

 

Ah, speaking of Koreans… The only foreigner in Zombieverse came to mind. 

 

Since she was now with Ian’s group, she’d probably meet him eventually. Dayoung wrote down only the events, excluding names.

 

[Late June – Three men in an accident (X)
Late July – Group of foreigners
Early September – Four women
Mid-November – Attacked
Mid-January – Harsh winter struggles
Late March – Attacked
Early June – Move to Gangwon-do]

 

She had rewatched Zombanse multiple times and knew exactly which episodes contained which scenes, yet today, the minor details just wouldn’t come to her. 

 

The explosion scene had come back to her clearly when someone mentioned the sound, so why couldn’t she remember the smaller events? 

 

Was this some kind of cliché memory loss from transmigration stories?

 

“At least I remember all the major events. I can’t even write about the mall or the zombies in case someone sees. Maybe I should scatter notes around just in case.”

A sudden unease crept over her—what if even the big events faded from her memory? She wrote the same note on three scraps of paper and hid them in different places.