The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 3 Chapter 81 - A Complicated Heart Loses Its Way

“…Ugh!”

 

Dayoung’s body flinched at the sudden intrusion of the finger, but her inner walls clenched and released around it as if welcoming it, beginning to move with it.

 

“Ha, you’re seriously so lewd.”

 

Hayun moved his finger, loosening her insides.

 

When he had three fingers inside, he pulled them out and lifted Dayoung’s body.

 

Dayoung looked at him with startled eyes, but her light body was guided by Hayun’s hands and settled onto his thighs.

 

In this position—facing the same direction instead of each other—Dayoung turned her head to look at Hayun.

 

At that moment, his cock pushed through her entrance with a wet sound, making her body lurch forward.

 

“Ahh!!”

 

Hayun rubbed her breasts, coaxing her to straighten her back and lean against him. He lifted her hands upward, making her wrap them around his neck.

 

Then he began thrusting his hips up in short, sharp movements.

 

Even though he was buried deep, his shallow thrusts were maddening.

 

Burning with need, Dayoung planted her knees on the bed, braced herself with her feet, and started moving her own hips.

 

Her widely spread crotch was reflected in the large mirror beside the bed. Her pussy had swallowed half of Hayun’s cock.

 

The explicit sight of his shaft sliding in and out of her entrance was completely visible.

 

Hayun turned her head to make her face the mirror, then spread her legs a little wider and spoke.

 

“Haa, Dayoung-ah, look at the mirror. Can you see it?”

 

“Hn, n-no, ah, I don’t want to, it’s embarrassing…”

 

“No, look how lewd and sexy you are. Hmm?”

 

Dayoung squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, but the soft sound of Hayun’s voice and curiosity about what the two of them looked like while having sex kept forcing her eyes open.

 

Soon her eyes were fully open, and the reflection of the two of them in the mirror filled her vision.

 

The shamelessly exposed view of her dripping pussy, her large swaying breasts, her slightly parted lips, her tear-filled reddened eyes, Hayun’s gaze burning with lust, the thick cock filling her completely, and the shaft pistoning in and out—it felt like she was watching her own porn.

 

“Ah, ah, oppa, it feels so good! What do I do… ah, ahh,”

 

Dayoung’s moans grew louder, and the movement of her hips gradually sped up.

 

But unable to keep up with her own rhythm, her body pitched forward. Bent over, Dayoung urged him desperately.

 

“I wanna come, oppa, hurry. Ah, shake me harder, please, ahh!”

 

At Dayoung’s words, Hayun adjusted his position and began moving his hips again.

 

Rather than thrusting sharply, he chose to grind deeply inside her.

 

As Hayun’s movements rubbed quickly against her inner walls, Dayoung twisted and writhed.

 

“Ahh, oppa, I’m, I’m gonna, ah, come, aahh—”

 

“You can come. Haa, Dayoung, it’s okay.”

 

When Dayoung reached her climax, the strength drained from the arms supporting her body. Her face pressed into the bed, hips raised high in the air—she felt so embarrassed she kept trying to pull away.

 

Hayun grabbed her pelvis to keep her from escaping and continued moving his hips.

 

“I came, ah, ah, oppa, ahh—”

 

Moans poured endlessly from Dayoung’s lips.

 

Her body, still trembling from orgasm, was soon engulfed in heat again.

 

When she climaxed once more in this rear-entry position, Hayun flipped her over.

 

Doggy style might consume less energy for the man, but it demanded far more from the woman, and he could tell Dayoung was getting tired.

 

He sucked slowly and deeply on her lips while rolling his hips.

 

Dayoung’s hands wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer.

 

Saliva—impossible to tell whose—dripped down her chin as the two shared a long, intense kiss while their hips kept moving.

 

Only after Dayoung came twice more did Hayun finally reach his own release.

 

Even with the condom, it felt as though something hot was pouring right against the entrance of her womb.

 

Dayoung caught her ragged breath, struggling to keep her heavy eyelids open.

 

Watching her try so hard to stay awake, Hayun gently covered her eyes with his large hand.

 

“Dayoung, it’s okay to sleep. It’s time to rest now.”

 

His soft voice whispered near her ear.

 

Finally, Dayoung gave up the effort to keep her eyes open, let out soft panting breaths, and fell asleep.

 

Hayun cleaned up, then lay down beside her, quietly watching the soundly sleeping Dayoung. Her small frame holding on so stubbornly was heartbreaking.

 

The way she pretended to be strong while hiding her fragile inner self was pitiable.

 

And every time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but think of Lieutenant Kim Dayoung—the one he used to talk to over the radio.

 

Was it just because they shared the same name?

 

Sometimes, while talking with this Dayoung, he would get the strange feeling that he was actually speaking to Lieutenant Kim Dayoung.

 

Maybe she had struggled like this too.

 

That kind-hearted woman who worried about him until the very moment contact was lost—she was both different from and strangely similar to the Dayoung sleeping in front of him now.

 

“Are women named Kim Dayoung always this affectionate by nature? I hope you can sleep deeply tonight, at least.”

 

And I hope Lieutenant Kim Dayoung, whose transmissions went silent… is at peace too.

 

Dayoung quietly opened her eyes in the stillness.

 

Familiar ceiling and room layout—she turned her head slightly to glance at the clock.

 

11 o’clock. Again, no one had come to wake her.

 

“Haa… I’m going crazy. Kim Dayoung, what the hell is wrong with you?”

 

After two days of the exact same thing, it really felt like the group had made some kind of pact.

 

Normally, if she didn’t show up at breakfast time, someone would come knocking to wake her—but they hadn’t this morning either.

 

And the fact that one of them was always awake in the places she tended to wander to late at night.

 

Thinking about it now, it was strange.

 

With Minho it had seemed like a coincidence, with Dohun he’d straight-up told her, and with Hayun the timing had been almost too perfect to be chance.

 

“I’m such a nuisance. A total nuisance. The biggest nuisance ever. Should I just run around the shopping mall today? If I tire myself out, I’ll fall asleep, right? I’m not sleeping until I drop?”

 

Dayoung firmly resolved that today she would absolutely sleep alone, no matter what.

 

Even during lunch and scouting, she moved her body hard. If sex was exhausting her enough to make her sleep, then pure physical fatigue should do the trick too.

 

After returning from patrol, she ran laps around the shopping mall until her legs were trembling.

 

Seeing her like this, the group cheered her on.

 

If running around like crazy helped Dayoung sleep peacefully, then what did a little chaos matter?

 

A few of them even joined her, running alongside.

 

With an exhausted face, she ate dinner early and went straight to bed. Her whole body felt so tired that she was sure she could finally sleep.

 

While Dayoung closed her eyes and tried to drift off, the others quietly took up their assigned positions.

 

Tonight’s shift was Jiseok, Dodam, and Hangyeol.

 

Jiseok was in a corner room at the third-floor comic café, Dodam at the first-floor convenience store, and Hangyeol at the B1 bar.

 

Dohun stayed in his own room, only poking his head out to keep watch on Dayoung’s door.

 

“Somehow… I feel like she might actually sleep tonight.”

 

―I hope so.

 

At Dohun’s quiet words, the three men nodded.

 

None of them wanted to see Dayoung wandering the shopping mall alone at night again.

 

How much time had passed?

 

Dohun, who had been nodding off, jerked upright at the faint rustling sound.

 

“Noona’s coming out…”

 

Dayoung shuffled out of her room like someone sleepwalking.

 

Dohun let out a deep sigh at the sight.

 

As her footsteps headed toward the third floor, he spoke into the radio again.

 

“She’s going up to the third floor. Everyone else, pull back in about 30 minutes.”

 

―Copy that.

 

Jiseok, who had been lying down in a corner room of the comic café, quickly removed his earpiece and hid it out of sight when he heard Dayoung was coming up.

 

If she saw it, she’d probably scold him, saying he didn’t bring it just for times like this.

 

Right now, even getting scolded by her sounded nice.

 

If she got angry, let her get angry. If she felt sad, let her cry.

 

Meanwhile, Jiseok thought about how he himself never showed any emotion and gave a small, wry laugh.

 

“Who’s teaching who? Kang Jiseok, you should take care of yourself first…”

 

Jiseok sat in the middle lobby of the comic café, waiting for Dayoung.

 

The sound of small, shuffling footsteps approached, and soon Dayoung’s voice rang out.

 

“Oppa?”

 

“Dayoung.”

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

“Just spacing out. Why’d you come up instead of sleeping?”

 

“I couldn’t fall asleep, so I thought maybe looking at a book would help.”

 

“Really? Then come over here. This one will definitely make you sleepy.”

 

“What is it?”

 

Dayoung sat down beside Jiseok and opened the book he handed her. Her mouth fell open at the sight of the densely packed tiny text on the page.

 

“This looks more boring than sleep-inducing. The letters aren’t even going into my eyes.”

 

“You too? I gave up after reading the first page for the same reason.”

 

“Pfft. What’s that supposed to mean? I thought you liked books, oppa.”

 

“I do like books. But this one taught me that not all books are enjoyable.”

 

“Puhaha. Really? But honestly, this book is kind of… yeah, not for me either.”

 

Dayoung set the book aside and flopped down on her back.

 

Seeing her, Jiseok also lay down beside her and stared up at the ceiling.

 

“Oppa, are you happy right now?”

 

“No way. Happy in a world crawling with zombies? Still… among the survivors, I think we’re probably on the happier side.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because even though the food will eventually run out, we’re not starving right now. We have comrades we can rely on. We have a roof over our heads. Not long ago, I heard how Theo was living. Running from building to building to avoid zombies. Scavenging through places for something to eat. Sleeping on cold concrete floors every night.”

 

“…”

 

“Worse, this area barely has any houses. On a good day, he’d get a sofa. On a bad day, just straight concrete with nothing under him. There were a lot of days he went hungry because there was nothing to eat.”

 

“…”

 

“Compared to Theo, aren’t we living pretty happily? Of course, we’ve lost family and comrades, but that’s true for every survivor.”

 

At least we…