The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse

Author: Nikss

The items that had been packed in the bags looked even more provocative now that they were hanging on the clothes hangers.

No matter what she wore, her butt would inevitably show, and on top of that, the only options available were clothes that also exposed her chest.

“Why? Nothing catching your eye? There’s a kimono over there, and an all-in-one bunny suit that’s less revealing than the high-slit bunny outfit Noona took earlier. And the cheongsam only shows a little bit of cleavage. Was your preference the school uniform?? I only kept the ones similar to what you picked during the day.”

“…”

Should I just shut his mouth? How could someone talk in such an infuriating way?

Dayoung had never met anyone with Dohun’s style before.

Of course, there weren’t any men around in the first place, but even among women, no one spoke as irritatingly as he did. When it came to pissing people off with words, no one did it better than Dohun.

If she kept engaging, she’d only get angrier, so Dayoung decided to stay quiet.

“Fine, I’ll just wear what I took earlier.”

“Got it. Come on, let’s head up. It’ll probably be different again next time you come. This isn’t over yet.”

“Yeah. Make it pretty for me…”

Dayoung gave up and returned to her room.

Since Dohun had brought along provocative lingerie, one corner was now piled with risqué underwear and accessories. She had to go downstairs soon to prepare dinner, so she shoved the two shopping bags into a corner and headed down to the first floor.

Under the eager gazes of the group, dinner eventually ended, leaving only the two scouts grumbling and pounding the table in frustration.

Especially Jiwoo, who had been on scout duty during the group sleepover, the water play, and even when Dayoung had sex—making him even more resentful.

“This is seriously unfair… Why does this only happen when it’s my turn to scout?!”

“Jiwoo, don’t worry. Noona’s kind, so she’ll do it again for those who missed it. Right, Noona?”

“Huh? Ugh…”

“Really? Noona… You’ll really give me a chance to see it later, right?”

“Yeah…”

Only then did Jiwoo finally ease his tearful expression.

Even Dayoung thought Jiwoo was really unlucky. After the meal, Dayoung returned to her room to change clothes.

“Sigh… This isn’t the kind of costume party I wanted… But well, I already wore a bikini as a swimsuit, so this is nothing!”

Dayoung hesitated as she looked at the outfit before her—a tight, panty-less cheongsam with wide side slits held together by thin strings, a bra top, a T-back thong, and an extremely short skirt that barely covered anything.

It was a two-piece maid outfit.

Should I just wear the maid apron over it?

In the end, she chose the panty-less cheongsam, which at least exposed the least, but since it didn’t fit her chest size properly, she had to go with the two-piece maid outfit instead.

Dayoung examined her reflection closely in the mirror.

The triangular bra top accentuated her cleavage, but the tiny fabric barely covered her nipples.

The T-back thong and the short frilly skirt on top made everything look even more risqué. Her lower half was barely concealed—her midsection was just barely hidden, and only half of her buttocks were covered.

She pulled her hair up into a high, rounded bun and attached the white frilly ribbon—the symbol of a maid—that came with the costume.

Finally, she put on the stockings to complete the look. Her slim waist and toned legs made the outfit work. She spun around once for a final check.

Well, I’ve got a good figure. It actually suits me really well!

Buttoning up her long cardigan, Dayoung headed down to the basement floor.

As she stepped into the bar, the whole group was already gathered.

The sound of her hesitant, light footsteps drew everyone’s eyes toward her. Even though she hadn’t done anything yet, whistles and claps erupted as she swayed her hips slightly, sending an inexplicable thrill through her.

Feeling their urging gazes, Dayoung tightly shut her eyes and began undoing the buttons of her cardigan, one by one.

One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing glimpses of a black bra and the pale skin beneath.

After unfastening the last button, Dayoung closed her eyes and slipped off the cardigan.

“Whoa! No way!!”

“Noona, you’re so pretty!!!”

“Dayoung. You’re seriously beautiful.”

They had already seen her body when she wore the bikini swimsuit, but Dayoung in the maid outfit looked different from before. Her waist appeared even slimmer, and the cleavage inside the bra seemed deeper.

The short skirt and fishnet stockings rising above her knees suited her perfectly.

Dayoung, blushing shyly, stepped inside, and the group guided her to the frontmost seat.

As she walked past them, her backside on full display, they couldn’t help but worry their cocks might get hard.

The thin straps tied with ribbons holding up her bra left her neck and back completely exposed, and the short skirt—barely covering half her butt—swayed with every step, teasing glimpses of her pale, bare cheeks beneath.

“I could die today without regrets. A thong? Damn.”

Their throats dry, the group began gulping down the alcohol on the table.

“Noona~ Turn around once. It looks so good on you!”

Dohun cheered her on with praise, and the others joined in, whistling and clapping.

Dayoung, figuring they’d already seen everything there was to see, spun around in a swift circle, her skirt fluttering.

“Satisfied now?”

“Of course! Noona, you’re the best! Next time, show us something else too, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Got it.”

Dayoung sat at the center of the front table, feeling the group’s lingering gazes on her.

It was strange.

In any other situation, being stared at would’ve made her uncomfortable or annoyed, but right now, she liked it. Had she really lived as a quiet loner all this time, only to realize she was actually a social butterfly—an attention-seeker at heart?

Dayoung straightened her back and thrust out her chest at the gazes directed her way, for no particular reason.

The men’s lingering stares fixated on the beautiful cleavage she herself found appealing, and she felt a tingle between her legs.

Even though she’d had sex with Dohun earlier in the day, this body of hers was truly something.

It aroused easily and craved pleasure endlessly. It was as if she wanted sex all day long.

Was it because she was a fictional character? Or do real women actually feel this way?

Shaking her head to dispel the lewd thoughts, Dayoung caught sight of her slightly jiggling breasts and suddenly remembered a post she’d seen circulating online.

‘To make your breasts stand out, cross your arms under them, pushing them up as if cradling them. Then rest your elbows on the table.’

Without thinking, Dayoung subtly gathered her breasts with both arms. She pressed them together even more, hooking her arms beneath them to lift them up.

A collective gasp sounded as the group’s eyes locked onto her chest.

What, does it really make them stand out?

Peering down discreetly, Dayoung saw how the pressure from the sides and below had deepened her cleavage, making it even more voluptuous.

But the thin fabric couldn’t quite keep up, and her pink nipples slipped free, greeting the group in full view.

Flustered, Dayoung quickly uncrossed her arms.

Watching her, Dohun and Minho burst out laughing. There was something so clumsy and innocent about the way she’d mimicked such an odd trick without a second thought.

“Hey, isn’t that something girls with small boobs usually do? Why on earth would she try that?”

“Who knows. Maybe she secretly thinks hers are small?”

“Man, I’d love to get inside her head just once.”

Dayoung’s ears flushed bright red.

Embarrassed, she downed the beer glass in front of her in one go. As she gulped it noisily, the beer trickled down the corner of her mouth before dripping, one drop at a time, into her cleavage.

“Ah, it’s cold.”

Without thinking, Dayoung instinctively reached into her chest to wipe away the beer, reacting to the sudden chill.

The group watching her had no choice but to take another sip of their drinks.

Unintentionally, Dayoung’s actions had stirred the men. Whether it was the occasional glimpse of her unkempt body or her thoughtless gestures—everything about her was tantalizing.

“I’ve never really thought about doing a ‘Paizuri’ before… but now, I think I could pull it off…”

Thanks to Ian’s consideration, Jiwoo—who had swapped turns on watch—whispered to Yeowoon, who was sitting beside him, while stealing glances at Dayoung.

At Jiwoo’s words, Yeowoon also nodded without tearing his eyes away from Dayoung.

Though the two whispered under the cover of the lively atmosphere, their voices carried just enough for Dayoung, seated not far away, to overhear.

What was a Paizuri again? Oh, right—making someone finish just from boobs. I’ve never tried it either.

But with these, it’d probably be easy to get them off.

Lost in the thought that had sprung up so naturally, Dayoung chugged another beer in one go.

Wait, I was just thinking—why does my mind jump there so easily?!