The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 2 Chapter 53 - The Meaning of Yet Another Memory (2)

Minho aligned himself with her entrance and lowered his hips. 

 

Even though he had already stirred up her inner walls just moments before, her entrance was clenched tight as if it were their first time having sex today. 

 

As Dayoung relaxed her strength, spreading the legs that had been supporting her body.

 

“Mmph!”

 

As Minho’s penis entered, Dayoung braced her hands on his thighs and leaned her body backward. 

 

The view of her vulva opening wider and his penis moving in and out of her entrance was laid bare before Minho’s eyes. 

 

Dayoung’s sensitive movements were slow, and the visual excitement made Minho’s hips twitch.

 

“Ah, ahh, it’s… good.”

 

They say that once-experienced pleasure is not easily forgotten. 

 

Unconsciously, Dayoung moved one of the hands supporting her body to her vulva and began stimulating her clit. 

 

As Dayoung’s body tilted, Minho held her waist and moved his hips.

 

“Ah, ahng, my clit, touch my clit too!”

 

In the thrilling pleasure, the movement of her hand instinctively touching her clit slowed down. She wanted to go, but she kept hesitating. 

 

Minho moved his hips and touched Dayoung’s clit. 

 

As he rubbed it up and down, Dayoung’s body shuddered from above. With Minho holding her hip down with one hand so she couldn’t escape, Dayoung felt like she was going crazy.

 

“Ah, wait, it’s strange, ah, ahh, good! More, ah!”

 

Dayoung didn’t know what this sensation was. 

 

It felt too good, but it was too strange…

 

“Dayoung, try moving a little faster.”

 

At Minho’s words, Dayoung tried to move her hips quickly. But it didn’t move as she thought. 

 

Minho straightened his back and pressed his upper body against Dayoung’s body. 

 

Touching Minho, her chest was crushed and her clit hit against his groin. Minho grabbed Dayoung’s buttocks, lifting and lowering them repeatedly.

 

The penis thrusting inside her vagina went deeper inside due to Dayoung’s weight.

 

Against Minho’s penis, which was gradually pushing into her cervix, and her groin rubbing against his clit, Dayoung reflexively moved her hips. 

 

Dayoung’s soft lips seeking Minho’s lips. Minho slid his tongue deep into Dayoung’s mouth.

 

“Ah, Minho, aghh.”

“Dayoung, does it feel good?”

 

“Yes, it feels good, so good, ah, more, more, faster, aahng!”

 

Dayoung reached her climax and buried her face in Minho’s shoulder as the strength left her body. 

 

Thinking Dayoung could no longer move, Minho gently pushed her down onto her back and, while holding her buttocks, moved his hips. 

 

Dayoung’s body was repeatedly pushed and pulled by Minho’s movements.

 

“Haa, Dayoung, just a little more strength.”

 

“Wait, ah, ahht, Minho-ya, ah.”

 

At Minho’s rapid thrusts into her vagina, Dayoung’s head fell back. Minho moved his hips while biting and hardening Dayoung’s nipple. 

 

From the sensations coming from her chest and vagina, Dayoung’s body trembled with small moans.

 

“Ah, I’m, coming!”

 

Seeing Dayoung reach her climax again, Minho moved his hips rapidly. 

 

Shortly after, Minho came, exhaling a deep breath and collapsing on top of Dayoung.

 

“Haa, aaghh.”

 

Minho pulled his penis out of Dayoung’s body, removed the condom, tied it, and threw it into the trash can. 

 

Dayoung, who had been glancing at Minho lying beside her catching his breath, closed her eyes at the sight of his still-erect penis.

 

Minho had ejaculated twice, and Dayoung had reached her climax five times. 

 

But as she looked at Minho’s still-hard penis, she couldn’t help but feel like they might never leave this place. She knew she should be scared by that thought, but for some reason, Dayoung felt her heart racing. 

 

Was it because she was out of breath, or was it because she was looking forward to more sex?

 

As their ragged breaths began to settle, Dayoung looked at Minho’s still-erect penis and asked,

 

“How do you usually… masturbate? Does it end after just once?”

 

“To be honest, I never thought I had this much sexual desire. I don’t masturbate that often, actually. Maybe it’s because I don’t masturbate that it doesn’t go down easily?”

 

Dayoung was taken aback by Minho’s words. 

 

If it stays hard like that, and he doesn’t even masturbate regularly? Is that even possible? 

 

Dayoung thought about her own body, which flared up several times a day. 

 

Is it better to hold it in and release it all at once? 

 

She imagined that holding back until she exploded might feel even better. She thought she should try it herself sometime.

 

Come to think of it, in the original work, even Minho, despite his cute appearance, wasn’t very interested in sexual desires. 

 

Compared to Ian and Dohun, who frequently had sex scenes, Minho and Jiseok’s sex scenes didn’t appear often, but whenever they did, they were described at considerable length. 

 

Thinking back, although four women appeared and the sex scenes of the four men began to be depicted, they didn’t pounce on them right away like now.

 

In Jiseok’s case, he only had sex after being seduced by the women several times, and Minho also had sex only after a suggestive atmosphere was built up multiple times. 

 

It was the same for Ian and Dohun, who had easily let the women in. 

 

The women openly seduced them, and Ian and Dohun gave in relatively easily.

 

No way. Was I the one who seduced them?? Dayoung was flustered by the sudden thought. 

 

As Dayoung’s expression stiffened, Minho, who had put a condom on his penis, climbed on top of her.

 

“Seeing as you have time to think about other things, I guess you’re back to normal now?”

 

Spreading Dayoung’s legs and placing them between his, Minho gently rubbed her vulva with his erect penis. 

 

Though she thought her excitement had subsided somewhat, the entrance of her vagina twitched at the touch of his penis. She wondered if it was okay for a person to feel this much, but Dayoung instinctively wrapped her legs around Minho’s waist.

 

And as his penis entered the entrance of her vagina, a cat-like moan escaped Dayoung’s throat.

 

“Mmm, ah—”

 

Minho, feeling the tightness of her vaginal walls, lowered his head to lick Dayoung’s lips and twisted both of her nipples.

 

The tongue that entered her mouth explored every corner, and as fingers toyed with both her nipples, Dayoung gently moved her waist. Her insides were soaked as if speaking for her body, and they began to make squelching sounds with the movement of her hips.

 

“Ah, good! Minho, hng.”

 

“Haa.”

 

Even after having sex multiple times, Minho showed no signs of tiring as he moved his hips rapidly. He seemed to think that finishing quickly would be less exhausting for Dayoung, but trying to keep up with his pace was killing her. 

 

Stimulating her sensitive body so quickly—how intense must the pleasure be?

 

“Ah, too, f-fast, ahhh, too fast, Minho, agh!”

 

Dayoung reached her climax quickly, and a while later, Minho came. 

 

After one round of missionary sex, the two caught their breath. Dayoung glanced at the clock on the wall. 5 a.m. Morning was breaking. 

 

It didn’t feel like they’d done it many times, but already seven hours had passed. Lee Minho… he’s insane.

 

Sleepy and exhausted, Dayoung lay down, panting. 

 

Minho wiped the sweat from her forehead, smoothed her hair, and lay down beside her. Though he was also breathing heavily, his penis was still erect. When on earth does it go down?

 

Dayoung looked at Minho’s still-uncovered penis. She wriggled closer to him, ‘chuck’—threw one leg over his, pressed her body tightly against his, and then grabbed his penis. Her small hand couldn’t fully wrap around it, but she began stroking it.

 

“Hng…”

 

As she moved Minho’s penis up and down, his breathing quickened. 

 

The condom-less penis twitched at the urethral opening, and a transparent liquid dripped out, making Dayoung feel her body heating up again. 

 

With her legs resting on Minho’s, her vulva touched his pelvis.

 

“Haahng.”

 

The sight of Dayoung shaking Minho’s penis and swaying her hips. 

 

How could a person be this lewd? 

 

Minho kneaded Dayoung’s breasts while carefully admiring her appearance. Her small mouth was open, releasing hot breaths, and she was rubbing her vulva against his pelvis. Her swaying breasts and excited moans.

 

At the sight of Dayoung, who looked like she was masturbating, Minho’s already erect penis grew a little larger. 

 

Feeling the penis growing in her hand, Dayoung moved her hand faster. Her increasingly rapid hand movements and the hip motions rubbing against his pelvis. 

 

How long had her hand been moving? 

 

Feeling stiffness in her shoulders and having already reached climax twice, Dayoung let out a rough breath.

 

“Why won’t you come… ack.”

 

“Dayoung, a little faster. I think I’m going to come.”

 

“Really?”

 

At Minho’s words, Dayoung moved her hand quickly. 

 

Contrary to Minho’s words that he was about to come, it was only after Dayoung moved her hand for a while longer that Minho finally came. 

 

Semen spread white across Minho’s stomach. 

 

Dayoung, with the hand that had been holding his penis, rubbed Minho’s stomach. Feeling proud that she had made Minho come, Dayoung flopped down and spoke.

 

“I came…”

 

“You like it when I let go? Rubbing it on my stomach like this. Our Dayoung really is a pervert after all.”

 

Minho used a wet wipe to clean the semen off his stomach and then carefully wiped Dayoung’s hand clean as well. 

 

Even though he had come four times, Minho’s penis was still standing erect, just like at the beginning. 

 

It took over two hours for him to come once, and since they had sex for 24 hours in the novel, subtracting the breaks in between, that meant he came at least seven times. 

 

Is this what they call an absolute stud in novels?