The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 4 - Isn't this a zombie story? (1)

 

Ian was just as startled when Dayoung suddenly emerged from the water. 

 

Droplets cascaded down her naked body—her ample breasts, pink nipples, and even the sparse patch of hair between her legs. 

 

Every inch of her was seared into Ian’s vision. His half-hard cock, indifferent to his will, stood fully erect at the sight. 

 

Dayoung quickly covered her chest and ducked back underwater.

 

“M-Minho said no one would come in…”

“Huh? Minho hyung wasn’t here. Sorry! I really didn’t know! I swear! I’ll leave right now!”

“And go where?! I’ve already finished washing. I’ll go out… Just—wait a second… Turn around.”

“Okay…”

 

At Dayoung’s sharp command, Ian reluctantly turned his back. She peeked just enough to see—his muscular frame, taut and defined. Shaking her head, she snapped herself out of it.

 

“Don’t… look back.”

“Got it. Seriously, I’m sorry. I really didn’t come in here on purpose…”

“I’ll believe you. I’m leaving now! Don’t turn around.”

 

Rising from the steaming bath, Dayoung moved swiftly but cautiously toward the exit. 

 

Ian stared at her reflection in the mirror ahead. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t look away. 

 

Once she was gone, he sank back into the water, gripping his throbbing cock. Against his will, the image of Dayoung—dripping wet—flashed in his mind. He’d always thought he had a low sex drive. 

 

Apparently not. With a hollow laugh, he let his hand take over.

 

Dayoung untied her hair and roughly toweled it off before quickly slipping into the clothes Dohun had prepared for her—a white T-shirt and shorts. 

 

He had supposedly packed smaller clothes, but why were they so big? 

 

She clutched at the loose shorts slipping down her hips. Ian’s member kept surfacing in her mind. 

 

In the novel, the love scene with Ian had been tender, but there was also a mention of pain due to his considerable size.

 

“With that size, of course it’d hurt. Wow. Why can’t I stop thinking about it? Kim Dayoung… You’re such a pervert.”

 

Grabbing the clothes she had been wearing earlier, she hurried outside—only to run into Minho, who was walking toward her. 

 

Seeing Dayoung rush out of the changing room with dripping wet hair, he frowned in confusion.

 

“Why’d you come out without drying your hair? Even if it’s hot, you’ll catch a cold like that.”

 

“No, it’s just… Ian—”

 

“Huh? Is… Ian inside? I put up a ‘No Entry’ sign, though?”

 

At Dayoung’s words, Minho pointed toward the entrance, but there was nothing there. Tilting his head, he spotted a fallen white sheet of paper near the counter and immediately bowed apologetically.

 

“Dayoung, I’m sorry! I taped it up, but it must’ve fallen. Did something happen?”

 

“N-no, nothing like that. I just got startled and came out. I-I’m fine.”

 

“Ian would never do anything like that on purpose. You must’ve been really shocked. Come sit here for a bit. I should grab you a towel. Hold on.”

 

Minho guided Dayoung to the counter chair before heading back into the changing room. 

 

As she sat down, the tension in her body eased slightly, and she placed the clothes she’d been clutching against her chest onto her lap. Droplets from her damp hair and the water she hadn’t properly dried off seeped into the fabric.

 

When Minho returned with a towel and handed it to her, he hesitated.

 

“Uh, Dayoung… Your clothes are all wet—”

 

“Huh?”

 

At Minho’s words, Dayoung turned her head to look at him and saw his face flushed bright red. She quickly lowered her gaze to check her own state. Her wet T-shirt clung to her body, and the thin, white fabric was so sheer that it revealed she wasn’t wearing a bra, leaving her chest completely exposed. 

 

To make matters worse, her hardened nipples—likely from tension—made the sight even more indecent. Dayoung swiftly grabbed her shirt to lift it away from her skin.

 

“Uh… it’s just, I don’t have a bra on. Ugh. Why is today like this?”

 

“Dayoung, hold on, dry your hair first.”

 

Minho quickly dashed to the store where the men’s clothes were kept and returned with a thin, oversized cardigan, draping it over her shoulders.

 

“For now, wear this until we can get you some women’s clothes. The guys are moving the clothes and furniture, so it won’t take long to sort things out.”

 

“Thanks…”

 

Dayoung quietly murmured as she buttoned up the cardigan. 

 

Even Minho, who was usually blunt and never hesitated to speak his mind, stayed silent at the sudden situation.

 

“Sorry… You had to see something unsightly.”

 

“No, what do you mean ‘unsightly’? If anything… I’m grateful. Well, not ‘grateful,’ but… Ugh. Sorry. I talk too much.”

 

Pfft… 

 

“No, it’s my fault for being careless. Well… I’ll have to be more careful from now on.”

 

Perhaps because she attended all-girls schools in middle and high school and worked in a company where everyone—except the CEO—was female, Dayoung had little awareness of modesty around men. 

 

Seeing how even small actions provoked reactions from them made her flustered and strangely embarrassed. 

 

Just as Dayoung was lost in her own scandalous thoughts, Minho’s walkie-talkie crackled to life.

 

—Dayoung noona, we’ve moved all the furniture into your room.

 

“Wanna go check out your room? Since everything’s been moved, you should probably decide where to place things.”

 

“Yeah, let’s head down.”

 

—I’ll go down with Dayoung.

 

Minho radioed in, and Dayoung rose from her chair. Watching her trudge along in sneakers, one hand clutching her pants and the other holding her clothes, Minho quietly slipped into a nearby store and came out with a small pair of slippers.

 

“Dayoung, wear these. Your sneakers must be uncomfortable.”

“Thanks.”

 

Her heart fluttered at Minho’s thoughtful gesture. In the novel, Minho was a straightforward character who divided opinions, but he was still popular enough to rank 7th in the polls.

 

When they went downstairs and approached the furniture store, the eyes of the men moving furniture locked onto Dayoung. 

 

Water dripped from her wet hair, and the oversized clothes she wore made their hearts race.

 

“Wow, you’ve got all the furniture here?”

“Yeah. There was a furniture shop in this building, so I gathered things that would match well.”

 

Inside the store were a large bed, a vanity, a desk, drawers, a sofa, and even a table. With the walls now set up for hanging clothes, once the furniture was arranged, it would look just like a huge studio apartment. Dayoung scanned the space and decided on the layout. 

 

After hanging sky-blue curtains by the entrance, the room took on a cozy charm.

 

As she stepped outside to thank them, a loud growl erupted from her stomach. Of all times—just when the men had fallen silent, focusing intently on her voice—the sound echoed embarrassingly loud. 

 

Dayoung scratched her head in awkwardness.

 

“Dayoung noona, you must be hungry. Want to have this?”

 

One of the men pulled out small sandwich cookies from his pocket. 

 

Without thinking, Dayoung quickly held out both hands, and the man placed the cookies on her palms. 

 

In that instant, the men’s gazes dropped downward, and some flusteredly turned their heads away. 

 

A sudden chill between her legs made Dayoung freeze.

 

After finishing his bath, Ian was returning to his room when he noticed the group gathered nearby. As he approached, he froze in shock at the sight of a stark white buttock in front of him. 

 

The men standing before Dayoung were flustered, their faces burning red as they hurriedly covered their eyes. 

 

A glimpse of pubic hair beneath her bare skirt, her pale legs—Dayoung, who had dropped her snack, stumbled slightly as she pulled up her pants.

 

“S-sorry…!!”

 

“I brought the smallest size, but… I guess it was still too big. My bad. I should’ve gotten something with a drawstring. Just wait a sec, noona. I’ll grab you another pair real quick.”

 

“Th…thanks.”

 

Dohun dashed off to fetch another pair of pants while Dayoung quickly retreated into her room. It felt like she had endured a lifetime’s worth of embarrassment in a single day. 

 

Soon, Dohun returned from the third floor with a pair of drawstring pants.

 

After changing, Dayoung headed downstairs with Dohun and two awkwardly silent men. 

 

Since the room was spacious and no other women were sharing it, they decided to store Dayoung’s clothes there. The heavy silence lingered until Dayoung finally spoke up.

 

“You guys must’ve worked hard moving all this.”

 

“Well, we didn’t have to, but it’s more convenient to keep things organized. Even if we don’t use some stuff now, it’s easier to sort it out for later.”

 

The sight of clothes neatly arranged in the basement store was impressive. The men’s section was well-organized, but the women’s clothes were haphazardly piled up. 

 

Dayoung carefully sorted through them, checking each piece. She needed clothes that fit properly to avoid unnecessary hassle, so she began picking out items closest to her size.

 

“Noona, what about this? I think this would look super cute on you.”

 

Dohun held up an adorable dress—long-sleeved, but likely too hot and uncomfortable.

 

“Pants would be more practical than a skirt. It’s not like I need to dress up here anyway.”

 

“Noona, why wouldn’t you need to dress up? There are so many handsome, cute guys here!”

 

“Huh?”

 

“That’s harsh. Are you saying we’re not worth impressing? Guess you’re too good for us, huh? Tsk.”

 

“Huh???”