The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 25 - It Wasn’t Supposed to be a 19+ novel (2)

Perhaps because she had previously imagined the characters of Zombieverse, Dayoung’s thoughts quickly turned into images of the men in front of her. 

 

As she sipped her beer, she wondered—how much had she drunk last time she fooled around? 

 

‘Was it four glasses? No, maybe five?’

 

Dayoung decided she shouldn’t drink anymore. She couldn’t afford to make that kind of mistake again. 

 

Sure, it had been fun, but she worried she might come off as too much of a mess. 

 

Not that her companions would likely think that way, but still, she figured she should be at least a little careful.

 

But Dayoung’s resolve didn’t last. 

 

The group swarmed around her, dressed in a provocative outfit, eager to toast with her. She accepted another beer and sipped it slowly, but with over ten people clinking glasses, a single drink was nowhere near enough.

 

Drink after drink~ 

 

By the time she emptied her fifth glass and sat back down, Dayoung suddenly shot to her feet. 

 

The abrupt movement drew everyone’s attention. Her cheeks were flushed—whether from intoxication or excitement—but her eyes looked sharper than usual. 

 

Minho, Dohun, and Woomin, familiar with her drunken antics, shook their heads. 

 

‘She’s drunk. Definitely drunk.’

 

“I’m feeling so~ good today! So, how about we all play rock-paper-scissors? I’ve got something nice for the winner!”

 

Though she seemed tipsy, her words were clear, and at the mention of a ‘nice!’ reward, the group immediately gathered in the center. 

 

Rock-paper-scissors! Yes! Damn it!! 

 

A chorus of shouts erupted, and soon, Jiwoo emerged victorious, stepping toward Dayoung.

“Wow! I always get stuck on scout duty, can’t even sleep in the same room as you, noona! Couldn’t even have fun at the pool! But now—I won first place!!”

 

“Our Jiwoo won? Bet he even switched scout shifts just to win! Come here, come here. Jiwoo, can you hold your liquor?”

 

“Liquor?”

 

At Jiwoo’s teasing remark, Dayoung smirked and picked up a glass filled to the brim with beer. Then, she poured it over her own chest. 

 

The beer began pooling in the deep valley between her breasts before trickling slowly downward. 

 

As the liquid flowed past her sternum, navel, and further down—while some remained nestled in her cleavage—the group erupted in cheers.

 

“Song Jiwoo!! So jealous! That bastard’s living the dream! He’s totally winning!”

 

“Hurry up and drink. The beer’s gonna spill.”

 

Dayoung cupped her breasts to stop the beer from dripping further and pushed them toward Jiwoo. 

 

Without hesitation, Jiwoo pressed his lips against her cleavage. 

 

The cheering group fell silent, watching intently. The sounds of slurping and licking echoed through the bar. The beer, once pooled in her cleavage, soon disappeared—either drunk by Jiwoo or trickling down her body. 

 

Jiwoo lifted his head after confirming only a little beer remained.

 

“Noona, can I lick what’s left on your chest?”

 

“Of course! Jiwoo, finish it all!”

 

Jiwoo gathered her breasts with his hands and licked the glistening beer off her skin. 4

 

As his tongue trailed near the edge of the fabric barely covering her, he noticed her nipple hardening, pushing against the cloth.

Slipping his tongue subtly beneath the slightly lifted fabric, he teased it. 

 

The sensation of licking her breast versus her nipple was distinctly different, and Dayoung let out a soft moan at the heat of his tongue.

 

“I can’t take this. I’m going to the bathroom. No one come to the basement floor restroom!”

 

“Me too. I’ll head to the first floor.”

 

A few members excused themselves to the restroom, while those who remained watched intently until Jiwoo had licked up every last drop.

 

“How was it? Tastes better when Noona gives it to you, right?”

 

“Noona, that was the best beer of my life! I’ll never forget that taste!”

 

Jiwoo, his cheeks flushed red, staggered back to his seat. 

 

Dayoung burst into a fit of giggles at the sight of him. 

 

Who cared what anyone else thought? 

 

As long as she and they were happy, that was all that mattered. 

 

Drunk and carefree, Dayoung poured beer down her cleavage once more, and the god of victory favored Dohun this time. 

 

Dohun eagerly slurped up every last drop, drinking deeply from the valley between her breasts. 

 

The beer had completely soaked her bra, making it cling tightly to her skin, and her slightly hardened nipples made their presence unmistakably known.

 

“Pffft. This is so much fun~ Wanna play rock-paper-scissors again? Huh? Who’s in?”

“I’m in!”

“Let’s do it! Gather up, quick!”

 

Dayoung was exhilarated. 

 

Everything was going exactly how she wanted, and that thrilled her, sending a rush of excitement through her. The group huddled together again, and another round of rock-paper-scissors began. 

 

This time, Haneul emerged victorious.

 

“Noona! I won!”

“Huh? Our Haneul won~? Guess I gotta give you a snack then.”

 

Haneul, who had expected her to pour beer down her chest again, deflated a little at the mention of a snack. 

 

Dayoung smirked at his reaction. She turned her back to the group and perched lightly on the edge of the table, her hips barely settled on the surface.

 

“Haneul~ah, come over here and stand in front of me.”

“??”

 

At Dayoung’s call, Haneul obediently stepped in front of her. She hitched up her already short skirt slightly, revealing the panties barely covering her. 

 

Dipping her finger into a jar of mayonnaise on the table, she spread her legs just a little. 

 

From where Haneul stood, the intimate view between her thighs began to reveal itself. His hands clenched involuntarily.

 

Dayoung smiled faintly at Haneul’s expression and swiped a dollop of mayonnaise onto the scar on her inner thigh, just below the pubic area. 

 

Then, she looked at Haneul and said, “Here, seat. Our Haneul gets a special treat.”

 

“Really… I can eat it?”

 

“Why? Don’t want it? Should I give it to someone else?”

 

“No!”

 

Haneul stepped closer, kneeling on the floor under the table. 

 

Right before his eyes was Dayoung’s smooth skin—the tiny strip of panties and, barely visible in the shadows, the slight parting of her entrance. His cock twitched in response. 

 

As Haneul’s head drew closer between Dayoung’s legs, she spread them wider, the mayonnaise glistening. 

 

The group watched dumbly, swallowing hard.

 

Haneul, his face now near Dayoung’s clit, was in ecstasy. 

 

The faint scent of a woman, the way her thighs parted further—her clit became visible beneath the thin fabric, and beyond the string, the glistening entrance of her pussy. 

 

Barely managing to turn his head, he began licking the mayonnaise off her thigh. His breath, so close, brushed against her bottom lips.

 

When Haneul’s tongue touched her thigh, Dayoung let go of her skirt, slightly obscuring his head. 

 

As he licked, his hands naturally rose to grip her hips, his moving tongue and bobbing head making it look like the perfect cunnilingus position.

 

“I’m gonna lose it. I need to pee, but I can’t move!!”

 

The others, half-hard, wanted to adjust themselves, but the thought that something more might happen kept them rooted in place. 

 

Haneul’s hot tongue grazed her sensitive thigh, making Dayoung’s pussy twitch. She wished his tongue would go lower, lapping at her slit. 

 

Struggling to keep her hips still, a small moan escaped.

 

Haneul stood up, grumbling, “Noona! There wasn’t enough mayo…”

 

“Was there? Next time, I’ll give you more, okay?”

 

Although Dayoung’s actions were a bit excessive at the moment, the men, slightly tipsy, didn’t think her behavior was over the top. 

 

Instead, they were only desperate to get even a little closer to her. 

 

Dayoung giggled and pondered what prize to give next. Her heated body craved even more intense stimulation.

 

“This time, it’s a really big prize! Rock-paper-scissors!!”

 

At Dayoung’s shout, the men half-heartedly covered their fronts and seriously engaged in the game. 

 

This time, Minho was the winner. 

 

With a relaxed expression, Minho approached Dayoung.

 

“Looks like I’m the winner this time. What kind of prize will you give me?”

 

“It’s a really big one. The rest of you can’t come over here, okay?? You just have to watch from there!”

 

“Yeah!!”

 

“Got it!”

 

Dayoung turned her back to the men watching her and perched lightly on the edge of the table again. 

 

Then, she wiggled her fingers to call Minho over, and he moved to stand in front of her.

 

“Sit down.”

 

At Dayoung’s words, Minho knelt and sat on the floor. 

 

Just as the group assumed it would be the same prize as before, Dayoung dipped her finger into the honey from the sauce dish, then lifted her skirt. She spread the honey around the entrance of her pussy and licked the remaining honey off her finger with her tongue.

 

“How is it? A big prize, right?”

 

“This… is seriously too big of a prize.”

 

Without hesitation, Minho pressed his face close to Dayoung’s clit.