The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse

Author: Nikss

How can I take this off to show these guys my body in the most flattering way? Dayoung thought.

Dayoung turned around and slowly began sliding down her pants. When they reached her thighs, her oversized top barely covered her butt.

Even without looking, she could feel their gazes fixed entirely on her backside.

As she bent down to pull her pants past her calves, her oversized top rode up, exposing the black string of her thong, the pinkish skin of her hole beneath it, the slight glimpse of her pussy lips.

The full curve of her pale buttocks—all laid bare before the three men.

The three of them, who had at least expected to see cute panties, felt their pupils tremble violently.

“What the… Noona, are you wearing a T… thong?” Dohun whispered to Woomin, who swallowed hard and nodded instead of answering—afraid his voice might crack if he spoke.

The sight of Dayoung made the three men exchange glances. They wanted to take off her top.

None of them said it, but they all knew what the others were thinking.

Minho, in particular, remembered what had happened in the dressing room and was desperate to see her top come off. The memory of her soft skin and the faint scent of her body lingered in his mind.

Dayoung sat down demurely, while the three men, their throats dry, gulped down their beers.

“Next round!”

The Jenga tower was quickly rebuilt, and the three men clenched their teeth and focused on the game.

Dayoung’s hands, now that her pants were off, trembled even more. The thought of the tower collapsing and her having to remove her top flashed through her mind.

It would be so embarrassing… and yet, part of her wanted to show them.

Especially today—I’m wearing a sexy slip, after all. She was too curious about how they’d react to her body.

She sighed at how much more perverted she was becoming day by day, but she couldn’t help the anticipation. Maybe because her mind was elsewhere, her shaky hands ultimately caused the Jenga tower to collapse.

“…”

Dayoung had knocked over the Jenga tower, so she should have been excited, but for some reason, a strange tension lingered.

Is it okay to like this? Is it really okay to look?

She’s definitely wearing sexy underwear up there—is this alright?

Though they’d seen glimpses of Dayoung’s body before due to her clumsiness, those were always accidents.

Accidentally seeing something and having it deliberately shown to you felt completely different. The three men exchanged uneasy glances before Minho finally spoke up.

“Dayoung, can you take it off?”

“O-of course! It’s no big deal!”

Dayoung shot to her feet. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the hem of her T-shirt. She couldn’t tell whether what she was feeling right now was embarrassment or anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, she yanked off her shirt in one swift motion.

What stood before them was even more provocative than complete nudity. The three men swallowed hard, screaming internally.

It was a slip dress designed to push her breasts together, deepening her cleavage. The upper part was made of sheer mesh, revealing the stiffened pink peaks of her nipples, while the ribbon-tied middle left her skin exposed beneath.

Though technically covered, the flimsy fabric hid almost nothing.

And then there was what lay below—the mesh panties barely concealed anything, leaving her sparse pubic hair visible.

“Are we… really allowed to keep going? I don’t think I can handle this,” Minshik muttered, pointing at his half-hard cock while glancing at Dohun and Minho.

The other two were already just as aroused.

Their hands shook as they stacked Jenga blocks, their eyes repeatedly darting back to Dayoung. They wanted to touch her soft skin, to undo that ribbon between her breasts and feel them properly.

The alcohol in their systems didn’t help.

Pinching their thighs, they forced themselves to look away.

“One last round! We’re all in underwear anyway—let’s make this the final game,” Dayoung sat down and spoke.

It wasn’t because she wanted to see their dicks.

Absolutely not. At her words, the three men flustered. Whoever lost would now have to bare their skin.

“So… really the last one?”

“Yeah!”

Dayoung, her face flushed red from alcohol, nodded vigorously, her chest bouncing along with the motion.

The three men were in agony from their growing erections, and Dayoung couldn’t help but notice.

What the hell? Why are they all so big?

She could feel her entrance twitching. It was the kind of feeling where, if they put it in, she’d go over the edge right away.

Unconsciously, her body squirmed, and the small piece of cloth covering her nipples slipped, exposing the pink tips for a brief moment before disappearing again.

‘This is insane.’

The three men struggled to focus as Dayoung’s chest kept moving in front of them.

Gritting their teeth, they pulled out the wooden blocks. They couldn’t afford to lose—there was no way they could show her their fully erect cocks.

With sheer determination, they focused on the game. But in the end, it was Dayoung who toppled the Jenga tower.

“Ahh!”

As the tower collapsed with a crash, Dayoung let out a short scream.

The three men’s eyes instantly locked onto her, and under their heated gazes, she could feel her entrance growing slick.

‘If I take off the top or the bottom, it’s still bare skin in the end.’ She pondered.

What should I show?

Standing up, she squeezed her eyes shut, grabbed the strings of her T-panty, and slowly pulled them down. The fabric slid down to her thighs, and a thin strand of white fluid stretched from the delicate strings.

The three men couldn’t help but let out small gasps.

They felt they had pushed things too far. The sleepwear was open in the middle, leaving Dayoung’s privates completely exposed.

And beneath that, the white fluid dripping down—the visual stimulation was so intense their heads were spinning.

“Dayoung, you’re so pretty, but this is too much… I think we should stop the game here.”

“I didn’t mean to wear this, you know… I just grabbed it from the underground storage… I was planning to sleep in it. But then I lay down and ended up coming out like this…”

The desire to strip her further clashed with the worry that Dayoung would regret it once she sobered up.

In the end, Minho, thinking of her, suggested ending the game.

More than anything, he desperately wanted to calm his growing erection. He needed to get to the bathroom fast. The other two men also nodded vigorously at Minho’s words, subtly covering their own crotches.

Dayoung, perhaps embarrassed, began rambling unnecessarily.

“Oh… really? Then… should I put my clothes back on?”

‘You can just put them on, why are you asking?!’ they thought inwardly, but politely kept their mouths shut.

However, Woo-min, under the influence of alcohol, started blurting out whatever came to mind.

“Just put them on already.”

“Yeah, hurry up. I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

As Dayoung pulled her panties back on, the three men also stood up to put on their pants.

At Dayoung’s question, Woomin, without thinking, gestured to his fully erect penis straining against his underwear and answered, “Agh…to masturbate!”

“Huh? Ugh…”

“You can do it here if you want.”

“????”

At Dayoung’s words, the eyes of all three men turned toward her.

What kind of words had they just heard? Could those words really have come from Dayoung, who was usually so shy?

The three men doubted their own ears. It seemed the stimulating visuals were making them hear what they wanted to hear.

Woomin asked again, dumbfounded, “What did I just hear?”

“You too? I heard something weird. I must be drunk!”

“No, I really said it. I… I want to see you masturbate.”

“What?!”

“I’ve… never seen a guy masturbate before. Huh? Show me.”

Once again, the words coming from Dayoung’s mouth froze the expressions of the three men.

Their minds were in complete chaos.

Was this really happening? If Dayoung wants it, should they do it?

No matter how they thought about it, Dayoung had to be drunk.

‘She wants to see? Masturbating?’

‘Should I show her? If Dayoung wants to see…’

‘…This is insane….’

But her words were too provocative to ignore just because she was drunk. It wasn’t like she was touching their bodies—just watching them masturbate.

Would that really harm her? They began searching for justifications.

At Dayoung’s words, the three men’s cocks swelled as if they were about to cum any second.

Just the slightest touch might make them finish, and showing themselves masturbating now would be downright embarrassing.

As the three drunken men agonized over it, Dayoung wiped her hands with a wet wipe from the entrance and walked to the corner of the comic café.

The three men, as if under a spell, took off the pants they were about to put on and followed Dayoung. She glanced around the small, partitioned rooms before entering the one at the very corner.

Then, pulling her knees up to her chest, she sat down and looked at the three men.

They stood side by side at the entrance, staring blankly at her.

Even the combination of her usual sexy figure and her shy expression felt indecent.

The contrast between her normally bright demeanor and the way she looked now was beyond comparison—utterly lewd. Her languid posture and suggestive smile suited her so well that it almost seemed like this was Dayoung’s true self.

Her gaze drifted down to the three men’s cocks, proudly erect inside their underwear, asserting their presence. She wanted to tell them to hurry up and take them off so she could see properly.

The only real penis Dayoung had ever seen was Ian’s, and even in the porn industry, his was famously large.

But the three men’s sizes also looked impressive—similar to what she’d seen in adult videos.

Bigger than average, at least…