The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 28 - It Wasn’t Supposed to be a 19+ novel (2)

“Feeling good? I’ll make it even better,” said Minho, moving fast from the start. 

 

Minho gave Dayoung no time to adjust, thrusting relentlessly, and the sudden rush of pleasure made her writhe. He gripped her hips as they kept trying to rise, driving into her harder. 

 

Watching Dayoung panting and dazed, Minho kept thrusting while teasing her clit with his fingers.

“Ahhn!” Her moans grew louder. 

 

Minho rubbed her clit up and down, matching the same rhythm. He wanted to lift and rock her body, but he doubted she could handle it. 

 

Just as Dayoung was about to climax, he pulled his fingers away, focusing only on his thrusts. 

 

Overwhelmed by pleasure from both sides, she couldn’t think at all.

“Ahh—I’m, I’m gonna—hng!”

 

Minho’s relentless pace and her already sensitized body sent her racing toward the edge. But his cock kept moving inside her, not giving her a moment to recover. Her body burned up again, unable to calm down. 

 

To ease her struggle, Minho pressed his body against hers. Instinctively, Dayoung clung to him. He kissed her as he continued.

“Ah—ah, ahh—”

 

Dayoung felt like she was losing her mind. 

 

This was different from sex with Ian or Dohun. The relentless pleasure left her helpless.

 

There was nothing she could do except dig her nails into Minho’s back. 

 

Only after reaching climax a few more times did Minho finally finish. As Dayoung gasped for breath, Minho carefully pulled out his penis.

 

“Dayoung, are you okay? Want some water?”

“Yeah…”

 

A hoarse voice escaped Dayoung’s lips, and Minho handed her the water Dohun had prepared, but she couldn’t move. 

 

Minho took a sip himself and gently let it flow into her mouth. Like an oasis in the desert, Dayoung swallowed the water. 

 

After feeding her three sips, Minho lay beside her and gazed at her.

 

“You must be exhausted, huh? Especially since we did it during the day too.”

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s rest a bit and go one more time.”

 

At Minho’s words, Dayoung recalled a passage from a novel,

 

‘The woman had been fooled by Minho’s rabbit-like appearance. With his cute and innocent face, Minho’s lovemaking was nothing like a rabbit’s. 

 

It took him longer than most to finish, and even after he did, his erection wouldn’t easily subside.

 

The woman grew stubborn. 

 

Most men came quickly when she touched or stroked them, and even inside her, her techniques could make them spill in no time. She thought Minho would be the same, but she was sorely mistaken. 

 

Minho kept going all day, and only when he was exhausted and fell asleep did his erection finally fade. 

 

Twenty-four hours—a full day of sex—and the woman kept passing out and waking up in turns.’

 

And now, this same Minho was saying they’d do it just once more and stop. 

 

Dayoung weakly nodded, resolving to build up her stamina to one day endure a full 24-hour session. By the time she had somewhat regained her senses, Minho’s penis was already standing stiff again, clad in a fresh condom.

 

“Dayoung, is there any position you wanna try?”

“Hmm…”

 

Dayoung had the thought that she wanted to try riding on top of a man, swaying above him. But with her current stamina, she felt like she wouldn’t last more than a few moves before collapsing.

“I don’t think I can be the one moving…”

 

At her words, Minho reassured her, stroking her head.

“Then can you lie on your stomach?”

 

“Hmm… That’s f-fine. I think I can do that.”

 

Her voice cracked as she spoke, and after a few shaky breaths, Dayoung flipped over onto her stomach. 

 

Then, raising her hips by propping up her knees, she spread her legs. Her pinkish anus winked invitingly, and Minho casually traced its rim with his finger.

 

“Hng~”

 

“You’ve never tried anal before, right?”

 

“Huh? Ugh…”

 

“Be careful with anal. Dohun’s been wanting to ‘train’ your ass.”

 

Dayoung gulped. She’d heard that women don’t feel much pleasure from anal, but in porn, all the women seemed to love it. 

 

Surely there had to be some unique pleasure to it, right? 

 

But she’d also heard that the preparation was tedious and time-consuming, which made her a little nervous. 

 

Minho rubbed her vaginal entrance as he spoke, “Since you like dirty stuff, I bet you’d love a threesome too.”

 

“No… I’d be too embarrassed. Ahh—”

 

Mid-sentence, Minho slipped a finger inside her pussy. Even though his cock had already been in and out once, her entrance was still tight as ever. 

 

Minho found her body fascinating by now. 

 

But Dayoung felt the same—no matter how much she was stretched or spread, her pussy always snapped back shut as if nothing had happened.

 

“Well, with how tight you are, there’s no way you could take two, huh?”

 

Minho began moving his fingers to widen her entrance. It was strange how, despite being so tight, a few strokes could make her open up—only to tighten again soon after. 

 

Wasn’t this the kind of body people called a ‘treasure’? 

 

He quickly added more fingers. The longer it took, the more strain it would put on Dayoung’s body.

 

There was an option not to do it. 

 

But Minho erased that choice from his mind altogether. There was no way his heated body could calm down after just once. 

 

Three fingers slipped inside, then Minho pulled them out, replaced them with his cock, and began thrusting.

 

“Ah, ahh— ungh, ah!”

 

Dayoung’s broken voice, the curve of her back as she arched further, her full breasts swaying beneath her—every movement of hers matched his rhythm. She was pure and innocent in every other way, but when it came to sex, that wasn’t the case at all. 

 

A little awkward, perhaps, but she instinctively enjoyed it.

 

Not knowing when he’d get to hold Dayoung like this again, Minho slowed his hips, stopping the relentless pace. He wanted to stay inside her as long as possible, so he moved deliberately, savoring every second.

 

Just as Dayoung had moved over his face earlier, tasting him. 

 

But Dayoung, already burning up again, seemed to want more—her hips twitched impatiently.

 

“Why—why’d you stop? Ah, ahh—”

“Just wanted to take it a little slower.”

“No, faster. Move faster, Minho.”

“Then, Dayoung-ah, you move.”

 

At his words, Dayoung shifted her arms inward, bracing herself, pressing her hips flush against Minho’s groin. Then she began rocking back and forth. 

 

Thud, thud— 

 

The sound of her ass slapping against him filled the room. But even as she moved desperately, it wasn’t enough.

 

“Ah—I can’t— Minho, ah— ungh, move, please— ah!”

 

At her cry, Minho gripped her hips and thrust hard, setting a brutal pace. 

 

The wet slap of skin on skin reached Dayoung’s ears, and even that sound excited her—the moans spilling from her lips, Minho’s quiet grunts, the slick sounds of him moving inside her, the collision of their bodies.

 

“I—I’m gonna cum already! Ah— ahh!”

“I’ll finish fast too. Just hold on a little longer, Dayoung.”

“Mhm, ah— ngh!”

 

Dayoung had already reached her peak, but the strength in her arms—which had been supporting her body—gave out due to Minho’s cock still plowing through her at a relentless pace. 

 

Her face slammed into the bed, yet her hips remained gripped by Minho’s hands, still swaying helplessly. 

 

Another hour passed, and after climaxing three more times, Dayoung couldn’t even make a sound. Minho gave one final thrust into her waist before letting out a short groan and finishing inside her.

 

“Dayoung. It was rough on you, wasn’t it? I’m sorry.”

 

“…”

 

Looking at Minho’s apologetic face with half-lidded eyes, Dayoung wanted to say it was okay. She definitely moved her lips, but no sound came out, and she weakly shook her head instead. 

 

Minho watched as Dayoung, exhausted and panting, quickly fell asleep. 

 

Part of him wanted to let her rest right there, but the messy bed bothered him.

 

“Maybe I should’ve asked for spare sheets to be laid out…”

 

He carefully wiped Dayoung’s body clean, wrapped her in a blanket, and carried her in his arms. 

 

On his way to her room on the second floor, he ran into a scouting team, who stared at him like he was some kind of beast before quickly disappearing. 

 

Minho laid Dayoung down on her bed, dressed her in whatever comfortable clothes he could find in the drawer, and then left the room.

 

The next day, Dayoung didn’t regain consciousness until well past lunchtime.