The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 18 - It Wasn’t Supposed to be a 19+ novel (1)

Under Dayoung’s intense gaze, precum oozed from the three men’s cocks as if on cue, leaving thick stains on their underwear. 

 

Watching this, Dayoung gulped audibly. 

 

She raised her hand and brought a finger to her lips. Her tongue slipped out between her red lips, licking the finger teasingly. The way she flicked her tongue, as if lapping at a cock, made the three men lean forward slightly.

 

Dohun dropped to his knees and moved closer to Dayoung. 

 

She lifted the finger she had been licking and rubbed it against his lips. His lips parted as if he had been waiting, and she slid her finger into his mouth. 

 

Minho and Minshik stared blankly at the sight of Dayoung and Dohun.

 

Her finger roamed inside Dohun’s mouth, coating it with saliva before she finally pulled it out and gave him a light push. He fell back weakly, and Dayoung smirked as she looked at the three men standing at just the right distance, gazing down at her.

 

Propping herself up with one hand, she spread her knees wide. The thin string of her thong barely covered her pussy. 

 

The sight of her exposed vagina, glistening behind the flimsy fabric, made the three men slide their hands into their underwear.

 

“You should take them out and show me. How else can I see?”

 

At her words, the three men pulled down their underwear without hesitation. 

 

A smile curled on Dayoung’s lips as she took in the sight of their fully erect cocks. 

 

Each was different—Dohun’s was long, Minshik’s thick, and Minho, despite his smaller frame, was just as impressive as the others.

 

Dayoung had never touched a man’s penis before. She had sometimes thought about grabbing one and giving it a shake. 

 

Now, three men were slowly stroking their cocks right in front of her. 

 

Watching them, Dayoung, her fingers still wet with Dohun’s saliva, brushed against her clit.

 

“Mmm, ah, ahh…”

 

As she circled her clit before rubbing it up and down, her body trembling, the three men’s hands sped up slightly. 

 

Rough breaths filled the air, and Dayoung slid her fingers down to tease her wet entrance. 

 

The thin strip of fabric brushed against her folds—already slick, her pussy made a lewd, squelching sound.

 

Instinctively, the three men moved closer. 

 

Settling near her legs, they stroked themselves while staring intently at her exposed vagina. 

 

Dayoung, feeling their gaze, briefly pulled her hands away and spread her pussy lips with both fingers, showing herself off to them. 

 

As if relishing their attention, her entrance twitched, releasing even more slick arousal. The men let out deep, heavy breaths at the sight.

 

Dayoung rubbed her fingers against her entrance again, the scent of her wetness spreading as the slick sounds grew louder—almost as if teasing them. 

 

As they leaned in closer, she straightened her finger, nudging her panties aside before slipping it inside.

 

“Hahh…”

“Fuck, this is insane…”

 

Her slender finger slid in without much resistance, the hot inner walls gripping her. Even though Dayoung had barely ever masturbated in real life, her body instinctively sought the right spot. 

 

But her short fingers couldn’t quite reach it. 

 

Instead, her gaze drifted to Woomin, sitting right in front of her, stroking his cock. His fingers looked thick and long.

 

Dayoung pulled her finger out, placed her knees on the floor, and crawled toward the three men. 

 

Watching her movements, the three men paused the motions of their stroking cocks and observed her approach.

 

“Hand.”

“…”

 

Dayoung held out her palm, and Woomin instinctively placed his free hand—the one not gripping his erection—on top of hers. She seized his hand, interlacing their fingers before guiding it down to her crotch. 

 

A faint smirk played on her lips at the sight of Woomin’s trembling hesitation.

 

Her entrance was already slick with arousal, and she rubbed it with Woomin’s fingers. 

 

The mere fact that it wasn’t her own touch sent heat rushing through her body. When Woomin froze in uncertainty, Dayoung took matters into her own hands, moving her hips against his fingers. 

 

His fingers grew wet with her juice, and she angled them upward before lowering herself onto them.

 

Unlike her slender fingers, Woomin’s thick digits caught at her tight entrance. She rocked her hips up and down, stimulating herself against his hand. 

 

Soon, her entrance loosened slightly, allowing her to take his finger deeper inside. The heat of her inner walls forced Woomin to resume stroking his cock, unable to resist.

 

Dohun and Minho, watching Dayoung, couldn’t help but jerk their twitching erections. 

 

The sight of her riding Woomin’s hand felt like watching porn unfold right before their eyes.

 

“Hah… Isn’t this too intense?”

“Woomin, try going deeper, hmm?”

 

At Dayoung’s urging, Woomin straightened his finger and thrust. The moment he hit a certain spot, a moan burst from her lips.

 

“Ah—hngh!”

 

Woomin’s outstretched fingers soon reached a pleasurable spot, and Dayoung, gripping his wrists with both hands, began moving her hips. 

 

The sight of Dayoung shaking her body while holding someone else’s wrists was stimulating. 

 

As she swayed her waist, she untied the ribbon of her slip, which had been accentuating her cleavage.

 

The slip fell open to the sides, exposing Dayoung’s breasts. 

 

Still holding Woomin’s wrist with one hand, she used the other to grab her own breast, teasing the stiff nipple as if begging to be touched. 

 

Minho, unable to resist, stepped closer without hesitation and took the nipple into his mouth. He sucked greedily, rolling his tongue around it, tormenting it—Dayoung’s moans grew deeper, and her hips moved faster.

 

“Ah, yes, ahh! This side too—touch this side too! Dohun, ahh!”

 

Dayoung called out Dohun’s name as her nipple was teased. 

 

Hearing her, Dohun placed his hand on one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh before pinching the nipple between his fingers, rubbing it roughly. He traced circles with his fingertips before giving it a sharp twist, making Dayoung’s back arch. 

 

With both her breasts and her insides being stimulated at once, her body burned with pleasure.

 

“Noona, you’re loving this too much, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes! I love it—harder, touch me harder.”

 

“You heard her, guys?”

 

At Dayoung’s cry, the three men’s touches grew rougher. 

 

Minho scraped his teeth over her nipple, biting and sucking, while Dohun dug his nails in, pinching it sharply. 

 

Pain and pleasure were only a thin line apart—Dayoung let out a deep moan. 

 

Woomin slid another finger inside her slightly parted entrance, tormenting her from within. When Minho finally pulled his lips away from her nipple and groped her breast with his hand, Woomin stopped moving his fingers.

 

“Haa… why… why’d you stop? Move… move them. Woomin, ah, faster, please.”

 

“Woomin, you’re really the worst. Noona, why don’t you move instead, huh?”

 

Dohun noticed Woomin’s intention and whispered into Dayoung’s ear.

 

Dayoung grew impatient at Woomin’s movements, which had stopped just as he seemed about to climax. 

 

Grabbing his wrists with both hands, she rolled her hips. 

 

The sight of her grinding against him, trying to reach that sweet spot, made the three men quicken their strokes. 

 

Moving their hands in sync with Dayoung’s rhythm, it almost felt as if they were thrusting inside her.

 

“Haa, noona, you’ll have to move faster if you want to cum.”

“Ah, aghh!”

 

At Dohun’s words, Dayoung quickened her pace. Woomin was the first to finish, his rough breaths mingling with the sensation of Dayoung moving above him. 

 

Soon after, Dohun—who had been groping her chest—let out a short moan and came as well.

 

“I-I’m close, ah, ahh—”

 

Hearing Dayoung’s trembling voice, Minho sped up his hand on his own cock. 

 

As Dayoung moaned sharply and reached her peak, Minho came right after. 

 

Unlike Dohun and Woomin, whose cocks had softened slightly, Minho’s remained hard even after ejaculating. 

 

Exhausted from the alcohol and the intensity of her orgasm, Dayoung collapsed into Woomin’s arms.

 

Woomin adjusted his hold to make her more comfortable. Minho pulled out a wet wipe, handed it to Woomin, and began cleaning up the area. Dohun disappeared to gather the clothes scattered on the floor. 

 

Once the mess was cleared, Minho gently wiped the sweat from Dayoung’s forehead.

 

“Dayoung, you okay?”

“No… I’m tired… But… Minho, you’re still hard…”

“Ah, don’t worry about that. You’re probably too tired to shower, so let’s just clean up with wipes.”

 

Woomin carefully laid Dayoung down, and together, he and Minho wiped her body clean.

 

Dayoung’s thighs were slick with arousal, glistening wetly. 

 

Minho wiped her thighs and carefully moved upward, dabbing at her soaked entrance. 

 

Already sensitive, Dayoung shuddered at his touch, letting out a small whimper, while Minho and Woomin struggled to stay composed as they cleaned her up.

 

“Dayoung, can you get up?”

“No… My legs are shaking.”

 

She pointed at her thighs, which trembled slightly—likely from the uncomfortable kneeling position. 

 

Dohun, who had brought her clothes, sighed as he saw her lying on the floor, unable to move. She had only climaxed once, yet she was already completely drained.

 

“Noona, your body’s way too weak. This is a problem. But what we did today wasn’t sex, right?”

“No… It was masturbation…”

“Ah, right, masturbation. So Woomin hyung’s fingers were the dildo.”

“Yeah. And my hand was Dayoung’s dildo… It felt so good.”

 

The three helped Dayoung up and dressed her, then Dohun carried her out of the comic café. 

 

Passersby from their group approached, eyeing Dayoung slumped over Dohun’s back, and the lingering scent of cum made them look at the three men with envy. 

 

By the time Dohun laid her on the bed, Dayoung, perhaps feeling the alcohol, had already dozed off, breathing softly. 

 

The three men covered her with a blanket before quietly leaving the room.