The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 3 Chapter 82 - A Complicated Heart Loses Its Way

At least we don’t have to worry about tomorrow right now.

 

So yeah, I think we probably count as being on the happy side.

 

Dayoung, aren’t you happy?

 

At Jiseok’s question, Dayoung couldn’t open her mouth easily.

 

Compared to others, she definitely was happy. 

 

There were people who loved her, people she could lean on. She could eat until she was full, wash with warm water, and wear clean clothes every day.

 

“You’re right… we are happy.”

 

Accepting this as reality was far harder for Dayoung than she had expected.

 

Even though she had to live here either way, thinking of this place as the world inside a book versus accepting it as real life felt completely different.

 

She knew that if she could never leave, if this was where she had to spend the rest of her life, she had to accept it—but it wasn’t easy.

 

“If you can’t sleep, want me to pat you? I used to do it a lot for my little sister when we were kids.”

 

Jiseok gently patted Dayoung’s belly.

 

The steady rhythm almost lulled her to sleep… until the lewd demon in her head barged in.

 

Are you seriously a pervert? Thinking about getting naked in such a beautiful moment???

 

Dayoung tried desperately to chase the lewd demon away, but the big hand patting her stomach only made it cackle louder and take over her mind.

 

She even remembered the moment she had seen the three men’s cocks in the comic café.

 

Dayoung quietly rubbed her thighs together, then finally spoke to the demon.

 

‘Fine. You win, lewd demon. You’re me. I’m the lewd demon!’

 

She grabbed the hand patting her belly, slowly guided it between her legs, turned on her side to face Jiseok, and looked into his eyes.

 

“There’s something much more effective than that.”

 

“…”

 

“Will you put me to sleep, oppa?”

 

Dayoung pushed Jiseok’s hand deeper between her thighs as she asked.

 

How many men could refuse in a situation like this?

 

Jiseok moved the fingers now touching her pussy, stroking along the center.

 

The scorching heat of her mound could be felt even through the thin pants.

 

At the fingers gliding over the fabric, Dayoung let out a small moan and pressed her body against him.

 

“Haa…”

 

She sat up, pulled her shirt off over her head, and climbed on top of Jiseok.

 

Then she sought his lips.

 

“Oppa, I’m sorry.”

 

Jiseok didn’t know what she was apologizing for, but he let her do whatever she wanted.

 

Dayoung’s tongue slipped between his lips and invaded his mouth. While entwining his tongue, she took his hand and placed it on her full breast.

 

Jiseok squeezed hard.

 

“Mmph.”

 

The moan died before it could escape her lips.

 

Dayoung began grinding her pussy against Jiseok’s crotch. The heat radiating through their clothes quickly set both their bodies ablaze.

 

Jiseok sat up, flipped Dayoung beneath him, and stripped off her pants and panties in one go.

 

Then he pulled off his own shirt, kissed her deeply, spread her legs, and stroked her folds.

 

How was she getting so wet so easily?

 

Her already slick entrance welcomed him as Jiseok rubbed the opening before gently sliding a finger inside. Her entrance parted, accepting the intrusion.

 

And her inner walls reacted first to the slow intrusion.

 

Even after days of having sex every single night, Dayoung’s body still heated up with pleasure each time.

 

As Jiseok moved his finger slowly, Dayoung’s hips followed instinctively. She wanted it slow and gentle, but her hips moved faster than his fingers, chasing more pleasure.

 

“Haa, oppa, one more, ahh—”

 

Jiseok carefully added another finger.

 

Her walls clamped down tightly around them, making him worry a little, but Dayoung trembled at the full feeling inside her.

 

Jiseok spread his fingers, stretching her inner walls wider. Her pussy began to release more slick, easily accommodating his fingers now.

 

As her walls loosened, Dayoung naturally started craving something else.

 

She reached down to the front of Jiseok’s pants and gripped his already erect cock.

 

Even through the fabric, it felt hot and thick, fully hardened.

 

“Ahh, oppa, I’m gonna come, ahn, I want this, I want to come with this—”

 

Still holding his cock, Dayoung frantically undid the buckle of his pants.

 

Jiseok pulled a condom from his back pocket, tore it open with his teeth, and watched her. Her small, pale hand tugged down his pants and freed his cock.

 

Jiseok rolled the condom on, then lifted Dayoung’s legs.

 

“Hurry, don’t tease me anymore, ah, ugh!”

 

Dayoung grabbed his cock and tried to guide it to her entrance.

 

Jiseok pushed his hips forward slightly.

 

The head parted her folds and slid inside.

 

Soon his thick length filled her completely, and tears gathered at the corners of Dayoung’s eyes.

 

Jiseok began moving his hips slowly. He stroked her body everywhere, helping her relax. He grabbed her hips, pulled them up onto his thighs, and started thrusting properly.

 

The cock filling her completely and pressing against her walls made Dayoung clutch his arms, digging her nails in.

 

“Ah, ah, so deep, ugh, ahng!”

 

With each thrust, her breasts bounced.

 

Jiseok leaned down to kiss them, then lightly bit her nipple as he drove his hips upward.

 

The deeper penetration made Dayoung’s neck arch back, her body trembling.

 

Seeing her on the edge of climax, Jiseok slowed his movements a little.

 

“Haa, ah, it feels so good, aah—”

 

Jiseok moved slowly, persistently rubbing the spots he knew Dayoung loved.

 

Burning with need yet gradually climbing toward pleasure, Dayoung shook helplessly, unable to do anything but surrender to it.

 

“Haa, Dayoung, is your back okay?”

 

“Ah, it’s fi— ah, ah!”

 

Worried about her back pressing against the hard floor, Jiseok finally lifted her into his arms.

 

The change in position let his cock push even deeper, pressing right against her cervix.

 

“Ahh! So deep, aahh!”

 

Even as flashes of climax burst before her eyes, Dayoung couldn’t stop moving. She rocked her hips up and down on top of him.

 

Jiseok supported her ass with both hands, helping her move more easily.

 

Her inner walls clenched and released rhythmically around him, as if urging him to come quickly.

 

“Haa… haa…”

 

“Ah, I’m, I’m gonna— aah, again, ahh!”

 

With a moan that sounded almost like a scream, Dayoung’s body went limp.

 

Jiseok, squeezed by her spasming walls as she came, let out a short groan and ejaculated.

 

He carefully laid the motionless Dayoung—who was now resting against his shoulder—back down on the floor.

 

Even though she had passed out, her inner walls still clung to his withdrawing cock.

 

Jiseok pulled out gently so as not to wake her, then began cleaning up. He tied off the condom and threw it away, wiped her body thoroughly, dressed her, then threw on his own clothes haphazardly.

 

Carrying her in his arms, he brought her down to the second floor.

 

Dohun came out rubbing his eyes.

 

“Noona asleep?”

 

“Yeah. She’s out.”

 

“If this keeps happening, her body won’t hold up.”

 

“I know. We need to find another way.”

 

The two laid Dayoung down on her bed and covered her with a thin blanket.

 

Seeing her sleeping soundly and breathing softly brought some relief, but they soon left the room with heavy, tired steps.

 

When they opened the curtain and stepped out, the others nearby were also rubbing sleepy eyes and coming out of their rooms.

 

“Noona asleep?”

 

“She fell asleep pretty quickly today. It’s only two o’clock.”

 

“Yeah. She passed out right away on the way down.”

 

“Haa…”

 

The group let out deep sighs.

 

It seemed like once morning came, they’d have another one of their meetings.

 

It had already been five days since the party—five days of Dayoung falling asleep only after being exhausted by sex.

 

From the men’s perspective, seeing her like that was incredibly arousing and stirred their desire, but their concern for her health far outweighed their own wants.

 

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow morning. If Noona wakes up early, we’ll do it in the afternoon.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Alright, let’s all get some sleep too.”

 

One by one, the group returned to their rooms, and the shopping mall soon fell silent.

 

Whether she knew how they felt or not, Dayoung slept deeply, snoring softly.

 

Dayoung opened her eyes in her own bed as always. She couldn’t even remember how things had ended last night.

 

She was awake, but she didn’t want to move.

 

What the hell was she even doing right now? Why had things turned out like this?

 

Sex with the group felt good, but… somehow, it left a strange feeling.

 

“What the hell is wrong with me? Am I obsessed with sex now? What exactly am I so scared of that I can’t sleep?!”

 

Dayoung buried her face in the blanket and screamed. She felt suffocated, but there were no answers.

 

Still, she couldn’t keep doing this every single day.

 

It felt good, yes—but the worried looks from the group kept flashing through her mind.

 

In the end, tears welled up in Dayoung’s round eyes.

 

It felt like she was using them. She hated this version of herself so much, but she didn’t know how to stop.

 

“Hic… Why are you doing this to me… ugh… What did I do so wrong?! I protected the people! I protected the nation! What more do you want from me…? Waaah.”

 

She muffled her mouth with the blanket, but Dayoung’s sobbing echoed beyond the curtain.

 

The group outside stood frozen, unsure what to do about her crying.

 

“But… what is she saying?”

 

“No idea. She’s probably just upset and blurting out random stuff!”

 

“Is she calling the shopping mall ‘the nation’ and us ‘the people’?”

 

“Maybe?”

 

As Dayoung’s crying gradually quieted, the group tiptoed away quickly.

 

Dayoung looked at her puffy, fish-like face in the mirror and sighed.

 

“Is it that obvious? If I say I just slept a lot… will they believe me?”

 

After cooling her eyes with cold water, Dayoung headed down to the dining area.