The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 3 Chapter 76 - A Complicated Heart Loses Its Way 

Every single one of them was stupidly hot. 

 

The ones who topped the popularity vote were walking wet dreams, and even the rest were way above average—cute, gorgeous, or dripping raw sex appeal. 

 

That’s exactly why Dayoung had pounced on Ian, the only virgin in the pack, and swallowed his first time whole.

 

And now another virgin boy appeared. 

 

The second Theo walked in, Dayoung’s pussy clenched hard, a greedy little pulse that soaked straight through her panties. 

 

What the fuck, Kim Dayoung? Since when do you get this drenched over the word “virgin”? 

 

The thought alone sent liquid heat flooding her core. She quietly slid her ass off the chair, thighs trembling, and buttoned her shirt just enough to hide how stiff her nipples had gone.

 

Theo stared at her with wounded puppy eyes, positive she was rejecting him because a virgin couldn’t possibly satisfy her. 

 

That miserable look only made her clit throb harder. 

 

Dayoung curled one finger, slow and filthy, beckoning him.

 

He leaned in. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, yanked him close, and let her lips brush the shell of his ear, breath scalding.

 

“That cherry… gonna let me pop it?”

 

“???!”

 

“Answer me, baby.”

 

“I—I’ll give it… please…”

 

“Good boy.”

 

She grabbed his huge hand—fuck, those fingers—and dragged him up. Theo stumbled after her like a lamb to slaughter while the rest of the group wolf-whistled and waved.

 

“Pfft, Theo’s too fucking cute, announcing he’s a virgin right there?”

 

“So now Dodam’s the last virgin standing?”

 

“Quit roping me in! Being a virgin isn’t a crime!”

 

Dodam chugged his drink and yelled, face red. Everyone lost it, cackling and ruffling his hair.

 

Dayoung towed Theo straight to the sex room. He’d just turned twenty—legal, barely—and the thought of defiling that brand-new adulthood made her inner walls flutter with depraved excitement. 

 

She squeezed his hand tighter, already imagining how tight he’d feel inside her. 

 

University starts, he’s not a minor anymore… does that mean I can milk him dry the second midnight strikes on his birthday?

 

At the entrance Theo’s eyes went saucer-wide, pupils blown black with nervous lust. 

 

The air smelled faintly of sex and silicone. 

 

Dayoung slipped off her shoes—Theo nearly tripped yanking his own off, cock already straining against his sweats as he followed.

 

First time in the sex room. Twenty-year-old Theo looked like he’d died and gone to pussy heaven. 

 

Walls of costumes—tiny maid skirts, crotchless latex, nurse outfits with nipple cutouts. 

 

A shelf of toys glistening under soft lights—thick veiny dildos, buzzing wands, jeweled plugs that caught the glow and threw it back like sinful little stars.

 

“Like what you see, baby?”

 

“H-holy shit… yeah…”

 

“Sit.”

 

She slapped the edge of the bed—thwap, thwap—the sound alone making Theo’s cock jerk. He dropped onto the mattress, legs spread wide, erection tenting his pants so obscenely she could see the fat ridge of his cockhead.

 

Dayoung sank to her knees between his thighs, slow and predatory. 

 

The carpet bit into her skin, but she didn’t care; she could smell his arousal already, clean and musky and untouched.

 

She looked up at him through her lashes, tongue sliding across her lower lip.

 

“Spread wider, Theo. Let noona see exactly what she’s about to ruin.”

 

Their eyes locked, and Dayoung felt the world tilt—Theo’s ocean-deep blue irises dragged her in like a riptide. 

 

She couldn’t look away. Her fingers rested limp in his, until Theo laced them tighter, knuckles brushing her pulse, then whispered, voice cracking with nerves.

 

“Noona… kiss me. Please.”

 

His cheeks blazed crimson, ears glowing like ripe cherries. 

 

Dayoung’s smile curved slow and wicked. 

 

She slid both palms up the warm column of his neck, thumbs stroking the frantic jump of his carotid, and sealed their bodies together; breasts crushing against his chest, hips slotting so perfectly she felt the iron ridge of his cock twitch through two layers of fabric.

 

Lips met, soft, tentative, then starving. 

 

Dayoung sucked his plush lower lip between hers, teeth grazing, tongue flicking the slick inner seam until Theo shuddered and parted for her. 

 

She dove in, wet velvet sliding over wet velvet, curling around his thicker, clumsier tongue like a silk rope. He tasted faintly of mint gum and raw want.

 

Theo’s hands flew to her waist, fingers digging into the silk of her kimono as if anchoring himself to earth. 

 

When she sucked hard on his tongue, exactly the way he’d just sucked hers, he let out a broken whimper that vibrated straight between her thighs. 

 

The sound made her laugh into his mouth, a low, throaty giggle that turned into a moan when he chased her retreating tongue, licking messily, desperately, like he’d die if he didn’t memorize every inch of her flavor.

 

She pulled back just enough to watch his lips, swollen, glossy, trembling. 

 

A thin silver thread of saliva stretched and snapped between them.

 

“Are you laughing because I’m terrible at this?” 

 

Theo mumbled, pout so pronounced his lower lip glistened.

 

Dayoung’s gaze dropped to the obscene tent in his sweats. 

 

The outline was obscene, long, heavy, curved slightly upward, a damp spot blooming where the fat tip strained against cotton. She swallowed audibly.

 

“Terrible? You’re making me soak through my panties.”

 

She reached down, palmed him through the fabric, and felt the scalding heat throb against her lifeline. 

 

Theo’s knees buckled, he grabbed her shoulders to stay upright.

 

“Theo—,” she purred, voice syrupy. 

 

“Stand up. Strip for me. Slowly.”

 

He obeyed like a man in a trance. T-shirt peeled off first, revealing miles of golden skin stretched over lean muscle, nipples tight pink coins begging for teeth. 

 

Then he hooked shaking thumbs into his waistband. 

 

Hesitated. The flush crawled down his chest, over carved abs, all the way to the sharp V diving beneath gray cotton.

 

“Embarrassed?”

 

“A little.”

 

Dayoung untied her kimono in one fluid tug. 

 

Silk sighed to the floor. Her breasts spilled free: full, heavy, rose-tipped, swaying with each breath. 

 

The tiny black lace panties beneath were already translucent, clinging to swollen lips, a dark wet patch framing her clit like an arrow.

 

“If we undress together, it won’t be embarrassing, right?”

 

“Huh? Uh… yeah…”

 

Theo’s cock jerked so hard it slapped his stomach. He yanked everything down in one frantic shove. The second he straightened, proud and naked, Dayoung sank to her knees.

 

Up close, he was breathtaking. Thick as her wrist, flushed angry rose, veins roping the underside like vines. 

 

The slit wept a fat pearl of pre-cum that trembled, stretched, then fell in a slow silver string. She caught it on her tongue before it hit the floor, salty, slightly bitter, pure Theo.

 

Her hands circled the base, couldn’t quite meet. 

 

She gave one slow, twisting stroke, watching the foreskin glide over the glistening head and back down. 

 

Theo’s head fell back, throat bared, a guttural sound ripping out of him.

 

Dayoung leaned in, lips brushing the velvet crown. 

 

She painted it with wet, open-mouthed kisses, tongue swirling the ridge, dipping into the slit to steal another bead. Then she sank down, one inch, two, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing until her nose pressed into the soft blond curls at his base. 

 

The stretch burned so good her eyes watered.

 

Above her, Theo’s thighs shook. His fingers threaded gently into her hair; not pushing, just holding on for dear life.

 

“F-fuck… Noona…”

 

She pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny, chin dripping. Looked up at him through wet lashes.

 

“Hold still. I’m just getting started.”

 

“Nngh…!”

 

A molten, velvet tongue swirled languidly around the swollen glans, drawing a raw, shuddering moan from deep inside Theo’s chest. 

 

Dayoung traced every throbbing vein with feather-light kisses, then parted her plush lips and enveloped the head in wet, searing heat. Her delicate fingers rolled and worshiped his heavy sac, coaxing it to tighten.

 

Theo’s hand trembled as it sank into the silk of Dayoung’s hair, instinct screaming to guide her deeper. 

 

She answered by dragging her tongue back up the pulsing shaft, flicking the sensitive ridge before stretching her small mouth impossibly wide and swallowing him inch by velvet inch. 

 

Saliva slicked her chin; the obscene, wet sounds filled the room like a forbidden hymn.

 

The moment his cock breached the tight ring of her throat, Theo’s entire body locked, hips jerking with the primal need to bury himself to the hilt. He fought it, knuckles white in her hair. 

 

Dayoung bobbed slowly, reverently, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering with effort and lust. When she finally pulled back with a filthy pop, Theo’s control shattered.

 

Thick ropes of cum erupted in pearly arcs, painting her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the delicate bridge of her nose. The sight alone almost made him come again. 

 

Theo gasped, frantic, snatching tissues to cradle her face like spun glass.

 

“Noona—fuck, I’m sorry, I couldn’t—”

 

Dayoung licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, eyes glittering. 

 

“Don’t be. I want your scent on me.”

 

Her gaze dropped to his cock—still rigid, glistening, furious with need. 

 

A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. She peeled away the last scrap of lace, let the silk kimono slide from her shoulders like liquid sin, and crawled onto the bed. 

 

Moonlight spilled over every soft curve, every shadowed dip.

 

Theo’s throat worked with a swallow so loud it cracked through the haze of sex and incense. Dayoung’s laugh was low, throaty. 

 

She flicked an XL condom at his chest and sank back, thighs falling open in shameless invitation. Her pussy glistened, swollen, flushed the color of crushed raspberries.

 

“Come here, puppy,” she purred. 

 

“Show noona how grateful you are.”

 

Theo tore the packet with his teeth, rolled the latex down his aching length with shaking hands, and knelt between her spread legs.

 

The scent of her arousal hit him like a drug. He stared, awestruck, at the slick petals parting for him.

 

“I’m gonna taste you until you forget your own name,” he growled—voice rough, nothing like the shy boy from minutes ago.

 

Dayoung barely had time to gasp before his mouth descended. 

 

His tongue—thick, scalding—swept through her folds in one long, greedy lick, curling possessively around her clit. 

 

He sucked the tender bud between his lips, flicking it mercilessly while two thick fingers eased inside her, crooking to stroke that secret spot that made her back arch off the mattress.

 

“Theo—oh god—”

 

Her thighs clamped around his ears; he only growled deeper, vibrations humming straight into her core. He devoured her like a starving man, tongue lashing, lips sucking, fingers pumping in a rhythm that had her sobbing his name. 

 

Every time she teetered on the edge, he slowed, drawing it out until she was writhing, begging, tears of frustration glittering on her lashes.

 

Only when she was a trembling, soaking mess did he rise up, cock flushed angry red against his stomach, eyes feral.

 

“Now, noona,” he rasped, nudging her entrance with the blunt head. 

 

“Scream for me.”

 

After thoroughly teasing her clit, he lowered his lips to the entrance of her pussy and sucked hard, making loud—squelch—squelch—sounds, then stuck out his tongue and pressed firmly against her opening. 

 

The entrance twitched, and Theo began pushing his tongue inside. 

 

He was a little flustered by how tightly shut it was. But after moving his tongue several times, it started to open bit by bit.

 

Theo thought to himself that AV was definitely fiction after all. 

 

Unlike the titles like “Deflowering a Virgin” where the guy in the video easily shoved it in with loud squelching sounds, Dayoung’s body was nothing like that. 

 

It didn’t take long, though, for him to realize later that Dayoung’s body was an absolute masterpiece.

 

Theo slipped in through the gradually opening entrance, making his tongue as thin as possible. 

 

The moment her pussy gaped from the stimulation, Theo didn’t miss the chance and thrust his tongue deep inside with a—shuck.

 

“Ahhng!”

 

Theo’s tongue was thicker and longer than anyone else’s, completely different from the cunnilingus she’d had before. 

 

The thick tongue was far more stimulating and reached much deeper. 

 

It gently roamed inside her pussy, teasing Dayoung until her toes curled.

 

“Ah, ah, it’s hot, aaahng.”

 

At Dayoung’s moan, Theo hesitated for a split second—should he pull out or not? 

 

But instinct took over. He pushed even deeper. Theo twisted his head to drive his tongue farther in. The way he licked every inch of her inner walls made Dayoung’s whole body quiver.

 

Sensing she was about to come, Theo moved his tongue faster and faster. 

 

Her body started jerking with wet sounds. Just before she tensed up completely, Theo pulled his tongue out, instinctively climbed up her body, and stroked her pussy while seeking her lips. 

 

Dayoung wrapped her legs around Theo’s waist as he hovered over her.

 

His tongue awkwardly explored every corner of her mouth at first, but soon naturally swept through it and brushed against hers. 

 

Their tongues tangled and intertwined, and Theo grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her entrance.

 

“Haa, I almost came… ahng.”

 

“The hyungs said noona gets tired quickly, haa, I think that’s what they said.”

 

Theo circled the head of his cock around Dayoung’s entrance, poking it lightly, waiting for her body to relax. 

 

In anticipation, her pussy slowly opened, and Theo latched onto her breast, licking and sucking while slowly pushing his cock inside.

 

“Hnng, wait, it’s too big.”

 

“Haa, sorry, it’s just… too big.”

 

At Theo’s honest answer, Dayoung burst into laughter for a moment, her body going limp, and Theo seized the chance to thrust his hips upward.

 

“Aghhh!!”