The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 9 - Isn't this a zombie story? (2)

 

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Ian came up to the rooftop today, thinking the number of zombies had increased more than usual, and wanted to check. 

 

As he approached the small figure standing by the railing to see who it was, he recognized Dayoung and walked closer before speaking.

 

“Noona? What are you doing here?”

“Huh? Just couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Me too. Couldn’t sleep, and came to check on the zombies.”

“The zombies? They don’t move much at night anyway, do they?”

“Seems like there are more of them now. But hey, since you’ve survived this long, you really know a lot about zombies, huh?”

 

Of course. When it came to Zomnase’s zombies, she knew them well. 

 

They had no sense of smell or sight, but their hearing was sharp—reacting to sound—and their activity dropped significantly at night. She also knew each zombie had its own territory and wouldn’t invade another’s unless humans appeared.

 

“Guess so. Can’t remember anything else, but that stuff sticks.”

“Survival instinct, probably. You really don’t remember anything at all?”

 

Leaning against the railing, Ian looked at Dayoung. At his question, she let out a small sigh before answering.

 

“Yeah. That day… I have no memories before I first met you guys. No idea why I was there. No wounds, and my condition was fine.”

“Maybe it’ll come back someday. Or maybe your mind’s blocking it because they weren’t happy memories. No need to force yourself to remember.”

“You think? I want to know, no matter what kind of memories they are. But… will I regret it once I find out?”

 

It wasn’t like she’d frozen to death—this wasn’t the start of winter. 

 

So why had the real Kim Dayoung died? 

 

Seeing her sullen expression, Ian raised his hand and gently patted her head, like an adult comforting a child. Grateful yet awkward, Dayoung suddenly felt irritated for no reason.

 

“What? Are you bragging about being tall?”

“You are kinda short, noona.”

“No way… I’m not that short!”

 

At Ian’s teasing, Dayoung turned to face him. 

 

Seeing her reaction, Ian also stood facing her. Dayoung kept her head level, staring straight ahead, so her gaze landed just below Ian’s collarbone.

 

“How can you not even reach my shoulders? This is actually depressing.”

“I think there’s about a 30 cm difference between us, noona.”

 

Dayoung stepped closer to Ian, raising her hand to measure their height difference, but her chest brushed against his body first. 

 

The sudden soft contact made Ian flinch, and Dayoung froze in surprise, unable to react. 

 

As she gathered herself and tried to step back, Ian’s arm wrapped around her waist. In one swift motion, he lifted her and set her down on the wide railing.

 

“Noona, I noticed this when we first met too—you’re really light.”

“Ian, wait, I’m scared!”

 

Now seated on the railing, Dayoung’s face was much higher than Ian’s. 

 

The unfamiliar feeling of looking down at him—someone she usually had to tilt her head up to see—wasn’t bad, but the dizzying drop and the zombies below sent a shiver down her spine. 

 

Without thinking, she clung to Ian’s face in front of her.

 

Unfortunately, the height difference meant Ian’s face ended up pressed against her soft, braless chest. The sensation of her waist in his grip and her plush chest against his face made his heart race. 

 

As he tried to speak, his breath against her skin made her shiver. When Ian attempted to pull away, Dayoung only clung tighter in fear.

 

“N-Noona! H-Hold on!”

“Ian! I-I’m scared!”

“It’s okay. Noona, I’ve got you tight. Alright?”

 

Only then did Dayoung feel Ian’s arm still firmly wrapped around her waist. His arm, resting against her bare skin, was warm. 

 

Finally, she pulled her chest slightly away while keeping her arm around his neck and looked at his face. His well-defined, delicate features. 

 

In reality, Ian’s looks had earned him the nickname the handsome priest oppa. She was naturally drawn in by his striking appearance. 

 

As if enchanted, Dayoung’s fingers instinctively began tracing the nape of his neck. She thought he was more handsome than any celebrity. 

 

Ian lifted his head and met her gaze. 

 

Their eyes locked, but Dayoung didn’t look away. 

 

Encouraged by her steady gaze and the way her fingers lingered on his neck, Ian mustered a bit of courage. He raised one arm, cupped the back of her head, and gently pulled her forward. Her small head tilted weakly toward him, and their lips met in a soft collision.

 

Before she could even process the situation, Dayoung naturally parted her lips. 

 

It was a purely instinctive act, devoid of any rational thought. Responding to her, Ian pressed closer, tilting his head as he opened his mouth. His tongue slid past her lips, licking slowly before slipping inside.

 

Gliding over her neat teeth, his tongue lightly tapped against hers—and as if waiting for him, Dayoung’s tongue met his. 

 

Their tongues tangled, and her legs naturally wrapped around his torso.

 

That action seemed to ignite something. 

 

With a deep kiss, Ian lifted Dayoung off the railing and carried her. She locked her legs around his waist, and as his palm cupped her thigh, bare skin peeked out from beneath her loosened pants. 

 

Carefully, Ian laid her down on a nearby sunbed.

 

Ian, who had climbed on top, was breathing heavily as he pulled Dayoung’s fleeing tongue back and tightly entwined it with his own, then grabbed her chest. 

 

The softness of her breasts and nipples beneath her thin T-shirt was palpable. 

 

Ian kneaded her chest while sucking on her lips. The wet, smacking sounds filled their ears as Ian slid his hand down, gently stroking the exposed area around her navel before slipping his fingers beneath her shirt.

 

A small moan escaped Dayoung’s lips. His hand, caressing her smooth skin and slender waist, crept upward until it reached the plush softness of her breasts. 

 

Feeling her response, Ian deepened the kiss, gripping and kneading her breast in his palm. The way it barely fit in his large hand only heightened his excitement.

 

Ian pulled his lips slightly away from Dayoung’s. Their glistening mouths, parted with heated breaths, hovered close. He tore off his own shirt, then tugged at Dayoung’s. She arched her back slightly, making it easier for him to undress her. 

 

As her T-shirt came off, her fair skin and pink nipples caught his gaze.

 

He had seen her naked in the bathhouse before, and earlier that day, when her swimsuit had slipped while playing in the water—her nipples, untouched by the sun, remained a delicate pink. 

 

Driven by instinct, Ian brought his lips to her chest.

 

He licked and sucked his way up from the underside of her breast, teasing the area around her nipple before finally taking it into his mouth. The pink bud stiffened with arousal. 

 

As he swirled his tongue and sucked, Dayoung’s arms wrapped around his head, pulling him closer as if begging for more.

 

“Hng…”

 

Dayoung’s moan echoed softly, and Ian sucked a little harder. His hands roamed over her remaining breast, kneading the soft flesh that yielded under his touch. 

 

As his tongue swirled around one nipple, he lightly pinched the other between his fingers, making Dayoung’s back arch off the bed. 

 

Ian trailed his hands down from her chest, caressing her body until his fingers brushed over her thighs.

 

Dayoung’s slender legs, clad in short shorts, trembled under his touch. 

 

Ian stroked her thighs before sliding his hand upward, slipping his fingers beneath the loose fabric. He felt the damp fabric of her panties, teasing the crease of her groin before tracing a finger along the center. 

 

His half-hard cock, already straining against his clothes, grew fully erect.

 

With slow, deliberate circles, Ian rubbed Dayoung through her panties. Unfamiliar with the sensation, her thighs tensed. 

 

Even though it was her first time feeling this way, the fabric between his fingers and her skin felt frustratingly in the way. 

 

Sensing her subtle grinding against his hand, Ian lifted his lips from her breast and met her gaze.