SWZ Ch 1

“Lady~ Can you fall give me~.”

About a year after the zombie outbreak.

The Happy Sunshine Officetel, which was once Han Jungwoo’s cozy studio apartment, was far away.

He doesn’t eat much, so he was able to last quite a while by raiding the large mart in his neighborhood once or twice. But today, he was planning to move to the next neighborhood, where there was Trader’s.

No matter how few zombies there were and how quiet the neighborhood was, he couldn’t live in a place where food was running out.

“But there are still a lot of canned goods left. I just need to bring some water~.”

Above all…

“Ah, there’s really not much left.”

Condoms were running out. He had raided all the convenience stores and adult stores around him, and there were only three left.

In an apocalyptic world, what the hell is a condom for? But sexual desire is a very important desire that people know as one of the three major human desires and habitually mistake it for.

Han Jungwoo’s appetite, sleep, and excretion desires, who was lucky and talented, were fortunately being fulfilled, so what’s next? It’s sexual desire.

Jungwoo didn’t have anyone to enjoy it with, but he had a battery-powered toy.

Just in case, he always used condoms for his toys, and the reason was simple.

‘If I die from a zombie virus while masturbating, I have to use up all the social face I’ve saved in my previous life. I can’t do that.’

He was afraid of being embarrassed after he died. He didn’t want to be left with the title of ‘a young man in his twenties who died while masturbating’ in later generations.

From where Jungwoo was to his destination, Trader’s, it took half a day on foot and two hours by car.

He thought he had to hurry and started a broken medium-sized car with a broken bumper.

He heard screams from the surroundings saying “Gwoooo!” when he heard the exhaust sound, but he didn’t care much.

Squeak─.

“Kuaaaak!”

It’s enough to just run over them with the car. Anyway, it’s an apocalypse, so why would you care about humane ways of disposing of bodies?

The most important thing in this world is for me to have fun. I don’t know when I’ll die, so I have to live every day happily.

Jungwoo finished singing the chorus of the song he was humming a while ago.

The zombies that bounced off the battered front bumper seemed to have chosen a good car. It’s a good start.

“I have a good feeling today~!”

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“Waiting number.”

“Number 118.”

“There’s not much water left. Canned goods are out of stock.”

“Then give me only water.”

A man with a thick beard gave Jungwoo two 500ml bottles of water in his hand.

Two bottles of water after waiting for two hours is a total steal.

There were no food supplies left in Trader’s, but a relief team distributing government supplies came.

It was a bit disappointing that the canned goods were all gone because he came late. But it was obvious that it would be more tiring to carry it from here.

Now that there was something more important than food, Jungwoo recalled the purpose of his visit here again.

“Ah, excuse me.”

“I can’t give you more.”

“That’s not it.”

Ahem. Jungwoo put a thick steel plate on his face.

“Do you have any condoms?”

The man, who was lifting and moving water bottles with a tired face, looked blank for a while and then spat on the floor.

“Damn, you want to do that in this situation? No, you son of a bitch.”

Ah, there’s none.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, bowed, and came out. The gazes of other people waiting reached the water bottles that Jungwoo held in his arms.

‘Ah, shit. If it’s not here, where is it?’

Should I have gone to E-Mart instead of Trader’s?

Fortunately, there were not so many zombies in this neighborhood, perhaps because there were many people.

Now that things have come to this, it wouldn’t be bad to look around before sunset. The more resources, the better.

…It’s not like I’m going to suffer to find a condom.

Fortunately, before long, a faint building silhouette appeared beyond Jungwoo’s sight. It was a commercial building with about 5 floors.

‘Wow, I think I can get something if I raid that place.’

He approached and checked the signs attached to the commercial building one by one.

<Kim’s Pain Clinic>, <Eat Well Tanghulu>, <Arctic Bingsu>… It was all colorful restaurants and clunky hospital signs. Hospitals and restaurants would have been emptied a long time ago.

Just when he thought it was a waste, he looked around and then one of the signs of the next building caught his eye.

<Red Hot Chili Roof>. Below the sign, which looked red and sleazy at first glance, was a tattered banner ad for adult toys. The phrase was also provocative.

Tonight, an untiring partner just for me

Oh, Eureka. There’s no way there’s not one there.

Jungwoo tried to lower the corners of his mouth, which were slyly raised. The short steps walking to the shopping mall gradually became faster.

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[Question. What are the three major human desires?]

[Appetite, sleep, sexual desire.]

[Failure!]

[Sexual desire is not a necessary human desire!]

Jungwoo recalled a scene from a variety show he had seen on YouTube someday.

“Yeah. Sex.

You don’t die from not having sex, so it’s not a human necessity. However, it is a very important activity that releases dopamine, which is essential for modern people to live.

Moreover, in a disastrous situation like now, where we don’t know when humanity’s lifeline might be cut off, how important is the act of procreation?

Of course, Han Jungwoo was gay, so ‘procreation’ was not relevant to him.

He lay sprawled on the floor of <Red Hot Chili Loop>, which was decorated in pink and red, waving his arms and legs.

‘This is heaven and paradise.’

The interior of the building was much cleaner than expected. Stores that might have had groceries or equipment were all looted, but the adult toy store that Jungwoo had picked out remained very clean.

Things like batteries that could be useful for survival were somewhat empty, but Han Jungwoo also had a few batteries, so it wasn’t a big problem.

In the age of the zombie apocalypse, who, unless they’ve completely lost their minds, would come into an adult toy store to get survival supplies? Therefore, this place was a goldmine only for unusual people like Han Jungwoo.

“When will I ever use all of this?”

Jungwoo looked at the bizarre toys that filled the wall with a satisfied face.

He only stopped by to get some condoms, but novel toys he had never seen before were hanging everywhere on the walls.

‘Should I just make this place my base camp? When I looked earlier, there weren’t many people passing by, and there were hardly any zombies. And there are a lot of fun things here.’

He grinned. Han Jungwoo’s lips curled up.

He took out a functional condom he had grabbed from the front desk of the store from his pants pocket.

He had never seen one with protruding bumps on the surface before, and when he put it on the phallic vibrator he had found earlier, it looked so realistic that it sent shivers down his spine.

‘Should I try a little taste first?’

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It was around his second year of middle school when Han Jungwoo realized his sexual preferences were a bit different from his peers.

The day he masturbated for the first time using the male classmate he had a crush on as ‘banchan’ (side dish/mental image). He lay face down on his bed and cried a little.

What to do? What would my parents say if they found out?

Han Jungwoo knew that his parents had a conservative side, so he thought they would be quite shocked if they found out the truth.

However, there was a side to his parents that even Han Jungwoo, who had lived with them his whole life, had not anticipated: they were often surprisingly open-minded in unexpected ways.

— You think you like the same sex?

— ……Yes.

— I see. Mom also likes men.

— Uh… I guess so? Because you married Dad?

— You don’t have a boyfriend already, do you?

— No, I don’t have a boyfriend. Not yet…

His son’s sexual orientation was one of them.

— At your age, I know you’re attracted to pretty faces, but look at your dad, you know. Men’s faces are utterly useless.

— Yes?

— If you’re going to get a boyfriend in the future, choose someone who is substantial inside, not just their looks. When you get a boyfriend, don’t forget to bring him to introduce him to Mom. Jungwoo, you are so innocent and cheerful, I’m worried you might unknowingly pick a bad guy.

Han Jungwoo’s mother said that and coolly boarded the subway for work. She also casually added to eat the bean sprout soup she had boiled at home before it went bad.

Jungwoo, who had been agonizing over the unexpected reaction, hesitantly brought up the story to his father, who came home with fried chicken after work, and his father’s reaction was even more incredible.

— What did your mother say?

— She told me to choose a good man. She didn’t say anything else.

— Hmph, isn’t that just dissing me? Jungwoo, men are all about looks. Personality changes as you live anyway. Look at your mother. You wouldn’t believe it, but when she was young, she would pretend to cry and act coy in front of me every single day.

— Yes, yes?

— Rich men always live up to their money’s worth, and personality is just acting coy, so rather choose a guy who is at least handsome. Looks don’t lie.

— No, Dad! I said I’m gay! Aren’t you surprised?

— Why should I be? In this day and age, you’re lucky if you have someone good who says they like you. What does it matter if it’s a man or a woman? I’m a little sad that you probably won’t bring me grandchildren, but I can’t force you to change your heart just for my own selfish desire to see grandchildren, can I?

In a sense, the two were a match made in heaven.

Thanks to his parents, who, far from being shocked by his confession about his sexual orientation, gave him advice that would be blood and flesh of his life, Han Jungwoo accepted his sexual orientation without difficulty.

Perhaps because of that, Jungwoo found out his sexual preference quite early compared to others.

His sex preference in one line can be summarized as:

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“Uhh, ah, good… … .”

He liked ‘coercive and rough play’.

The vibrator with gel and a bumpy condom was going in and out of his hole. It was still broad daylight, but the adult toy store was filled with sticky moans and wet sounds.

The wet, slurping sounds echoed continuously, and saliva that he couldn’t swallow dribbled from his parted lips under half-loosened eyes.

In his own imagination, Han Jungwoo was having sex with a capable and well-built older senior.

An imagination where a senior with a good body with clear muscles all over, a pretty face, and a rough mouth, recklessly played with and shoved into his insides.

Since a lush campus life is out of the question anyway, he should at least enjoy it in his imagination like this.

The gel, which had an artificial scent, melted like water and flowed down between his buttocks. Jungwoo, who was lying face down and being penetrated from behind, licked his lips slightly as he looked at the gel flowing down from his buttocks.”

“Ah, putting it in my dick and doing it would be amazing.”

The bumpy condom definitely had a strong stimulation every time it went in and out. Putting it on other toys and using it would surely be unbelievably good.

“Ah, shit. Good. Ah, Senior, please. I was wrong…”

In his imagination, his senior was very angry because Han Jungwoo had been two-timing him. He was tormenting Jungwoo while spouting lewd words like, ‘Did you give your ass to that bastard too? Whose dick tastes better?’

To be honest, there were times when he became aware of reality and felt empty.

Actually, it happened often. But what could he do when it felt so good?

Han Jungwoo’s sex fantasies were impossible to realize without a cooperative real-life lover. If he was going to die anyway, wouldn’t it be less unfair to at least enjoy them in his imagination?

‘What do they call this kind of thing? Masochist?’

It was quite mild to be called masochistic, but Han Jungwoo himself knew that his sexual preferences were not ordinary.

Even if the zombie situation miraculously resolved and he returned to his original daily life, it would be difficult to find a lover who could perfectly fulfill his fantasies.

As he continued thrusting, Jungwoo’s fingertips twitched and spasmed. A gasp escaped through his parted lips, and the melted gel that had leaked between his throbbing hole made a lewd, squelching sound.

“Ah, fuck. What to do? This is too, too good…”

Should I take it out once and try using it on something else?

At that moment, his eyes met a poster of a Western man boasting macho muscles between his trembling legs.

This adult toy store was created with the concept of ‘our own secret space’, so uniquely, the entrance door was an opaque metal door. And on top of that door, there were several posters of macho men precariously wearing underwear and being seductive.

‘Ah, macho isn’t usually my type. But I’m about to come, so even that looks hot.’

The moment the vibrator, pushed in even deeper, scratched his G-spot. Han Jungwoo trembled all over his body as if electrocuted and ejaculated right there.

Clear saliva dripped from his lips, and his half-rolled-back eyes blinked pitifully. Tears that had welled up from being too excited flowed down his eye corners.

“Ah, heueu, eugh…”

As his hand lost strength, the toy with the condom on it fell to the floor with a thud. The melted gel flowed out from inside his hole, wetting the inside of his thighs along with the brackish semen.

‘Ah, that was amazing. It was really good. I’m glad I came here.’

He was enjoying his afterglow when…

Kwaang—!

The locked metal door of the store rattled and violently swung open.

“Why is this locked…”

“Huh…”

Thud, thud-thud. Only the loud sound of the metal door being broken in the commercial building echoed repeatedly like an echo.

The man lying on the floor, the man who opened the door and came in. The two men looked at each other and thought the same thing.

‘Shit. What the hell is going on right now?’

Han Jungwoo’s eyes trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

Wait, so, right now, I was masturbating my ass alone, and another survivor broke down the doorknob I locked and came inside?

And he’s just been watching me cum and fall over, ass in the air?

The vibrator that fell on the floor was still buzzing and vibrating at this very moment.

How should I deal with this situation? Han Jungwoo began simulating posting a counseling post on ‘Green Window Knowledge iN’ (Korean version of Yahoo! Answers).

Title: Caught H** J** doing it;

Jgdn (Title is self-explanatory). I got caught doing it in a public place? What should I do in this situation?

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└Answer: Just bite your tongue and die! If you liked my answer, please choose it as the best answer ^^~

Han Jungwoo lightly bit his own tongue and slowly lowered his raised ass. He thought he should at least make an excuse, so he opened his mouth, but he couldn’t think of what to say at all.

At that time, a long-standing piece of advice from his close friend flashed through his mind.

— Hey, Jinhee. I want to go clubbing too, but I’m scared. Everyone there is a stranger. What should I say to start a conversation?

— Huh? Well. It’s good to start with small talk. There are some corny but common greetings, like, “Are you here alone?”

After agonizing over it, Han Jungwoo opened his mouth.

“Uh. Well… Hello? Are you here alone?”

It seemed that it was not appropriate advice after all. The man holding the dangling doorknob sighed in disbelief, “Huh.”

“Are you trying to pick me up? Why are you talking like that?”

The man laughed in bewilderment and pulled off the broken doorknob and threw it away. His gaze, which had been fixed on Jungwoo’s ass, scanned up like a snake and reached his face.

“I am alone. Did you have some fun?”

The man smiled slyly and re-locked the iron door, which had a gaping hole where the doorknob used to be.

‘Why, why is he laughing? More than that, why is he locking the door again?’

Jungwoo, flustered, rolled his wide eyes around.

“This is really funny.”

The man with a strange smile approached him in long strides.

Getting closer, this man was…

‘Crazy.’

He was incredibly handsome. And perfectly Han Jungwoo’s type.

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“South Korea is still doing relatively well, isn’t it? The government supplies resources from time to time.”

“Yes. I think so too.”

“But that doesn’t mean it’s safe enough to be doing ass masturbation in a place like this.”

Han Jungwoo closed his mouth shut.

On a heart-shaped mattress with a red, floppy typo poster that read <Enjoy the Best Night!>. Two fully grown, sturdy adult men were sitting precariously on the edge.

One was neat and tidy from head to toe, and the other was wearing a hoodie in a shabby state, barely covering his private parts with his pants off.

Of course, the latter is Han Jungwoo.

“I didn’t know this place had an owner.”

“In this chaos, who knows where the owner is. People just come and use it. But, I didn’t expect someone to ejaculate on the floor where I was packing my stuff until this morning. It’s a bit shocking.”

The man chuckled, casually making remarks that hurt my pride.

Normally, seeing such a scene, one would react with something like, ‘You pervert! Get out!’ or ‘Are you crazy? Hand over everything you have and leave!’

Just a moment ago, the man had the audacity to ask if I had enjoyed myself, then pulled out a piece of jerky he had hidden behind a cabinet drawer and started chewing it.

“Um, but why are you sitting here? Why did you lock the door? Don’t you think I’m weird?”

“Is there a reason I can’t sit in a place I used to use? And locking the door is something you should do. You never know what might come in. And yeah, you’re fucking weird.”

Even as his dignity was being trampled, Jungwoo thought the man’s voice saying “fucking” was incredibly sexy.

When his friends said it, it just sounded vulgar or ordinary. But coming from this man, it was something else.

His black hair lightly covered the nape of his neck. His features were not just handsome but beautifully striking, with a hint of rebellion. His well-built body was faintly visible through his tight black polo shirt.

He seemed older than Jungwoo. Above all…

“But why am I the only one answering? Why won’t you answer my questions? I told you I came alone. So, did you enjoy yourself, clumsily jerking off like that?”

His language was incredibly crude.

‘What should I do? He’s exactly my type from head to toe.’

At this point, Jungwoo seriously wondered if this man was a gift from heaven for poor him.

Could someone really be this perfect? When everything was normal, he couldn’t find even a decent-looking guy, but now that the world had ended and the apocalypse had come, a guy like this just showed up.

Jungwoo barely stopped himself from blurting out, “No, I think your face is more enjoyable.” He managed to keep his composure and bowed his head repeatedly, looking as apologetic as possible.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m young and immature, so I did that.”

“Ha, this is the first time I’ve seen someone say they’re immature and ask for forgiveness. How old are you?”

“T-Twenty-one.”

The man’s eyebrows twitched slightly. He still had that enigmatic smile on his lips.

“You’re not just young, you’re a kid. Have you been to the military?”

“No, I was about to go for public service when the world ended. And I’m not a kid.”

“Right, a kid. Someone who hasn’t experienced social or military life. How did you end up jerking off and falling over like that? It’s ridiculous. You’re so reckless.”

The man who couldn’t just let it go and sat next to him was no better.

Jungwoo glanced sideways at the man sitting next to him.

His eyes, with their delicate double eyelids, curved into pretty crescent shapes when he smiled. There was a small mole under his left eye, giving him an alluring look.

“I’m sorry for being reckless. Then I’ll leave before the zombies come.”

“You’re leaving? Where to?”

“Um, I need to find another place. You said this place has an owner.”

“Did I hurt your feelings with my words?”

The man tapped the seat next to him with his long fingers. The cheap, worn-out mattress springs creaked.

“Just stay the night. Just for today.”

Even though he had been talking non-stop, he still offered to let him stay, which meant he was somewhat concerned.

He seemed nicer than he looked. Just a bit rough around the edges.

Of course, objectively, he was still a jerk, but his good looks made up for it.

If South Korea could overcome this zombie apocalypse, the next thing to do would be to preserve this man’s genes for future generations.

Moreover, the way he said to stay the night was strangely charming, and Jungwoo almost said “Yes!” without thinking, but he came to his senses and shook his head.

He was open-minded, but not shameless enough to roll around on a cheap mattress in a sex shop with a stranger he just met. Probably.

“No, thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. I’ll just…”

“I’m not fine. I brought a lot of stuff from the first floor, so I had to come back in.”

What? What did you bring?

Jungwoo’s expression, which had been trying to look apologetic, suddenly hardened. The man, who had just dropped a bombshell, was smiling innocently.

Jungwoo rushed to the large window on one side of the shop. He pulled back the semi-transparent red silk curtain and looked out. The scene below was astonishing.

“What the hell.”

A horde of zombies was gathered below, moaning mindlessly.

Did he bring all the zombies from this neighborhood? What was this guy thinking?

Jungwoo’s eyes widened in disbelief and shock.

“I wondered why this area was so quiet. Turns out he locked all the zombies in the building next door. I was looking for food and accidentally opened the door.”

“……”

“Stay the night with me. If you go down, they’ll smell you and try to come up. Then I’ll be in danger too.”

‘Stay the night with me.’ 

It was something Jungwoo had always wanted to hear. But he wanted to hear it in a romantic setting from someone he loved, not because there were zombies downstairs.

“Do you always live so recklessly?”

“Well, you were the one jerking off in this situation, so you can’t really talk. Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Ha… I’ll take you up on your offer for tonight.”

“Good choice. Let’s chat all night.”

Handsome men are an endangered species, so I guess I can put up with his rude behavior. Jungwoo tried to convince himself as he picked up his pants and put them on.

A few hours later, Jungwoo regretted his decision.

Small talk. What is small talk?

He remembered a conversation he had with his best friend, Jin Jinhee, when they were both twenty.

Hey, Jin Jinhee. What’s the secret to good small talk? I need to know for college mixers.

Jinhee

There’s no secret to small talk. Just say whatever comes to mind.

Really? Just anything?

Jinhee

Yeah. Just say whatever. Act a little cute, say whatever comes to mind, and something will stick. That’s how it works.

No, Jinhee, you’re wrong. Small talk isn’t just saying whatever comes to mind.

“So, when did you start doing that? I’m curious.”

That’s just torture.

Outside, it was already getting dark, and the zombies that had been gathering on the first floor since noon were now swarming even more as night fell.

They would probably start to disperse around noon tomorrow when they stopped hearing noise. But for now, there was no way to get rid of them.

The man, who had expertly tied the broken door handle with a rope, introduced himself as Hyuk. He was twenty-nine. When Jungwoo asked for his last name, he dodged the question and continued to torment him.

“This isn’t small talk, it’s torture, you know…”

For hours, he had been asking all sorts of random questions, most of them about sex.

At first, Jungwoo thought he was just a crazy pervert, but as time went on, he realized it wasn’t that simple.

“Why are all your questions like this? You’re the pervert, not me.”

“Ha ha, no, we’re both perverts. If you don’t like it, ask me anything.”

So, Jungwoo asked him anything. What he had done, where he had lived, and how he was living now. He answered everything without hesitation.

He used to be a freelancer in the fashion industry and lived in a small, ordinary neighborhood in Seoul.

Now, he was wandering around, looting stores and stealing cars to survive. It wasn’t a lie; he showed Jungwoo a rope with several car keys tied to it from his back pocket.

“Do you want me to stop talking about this?”

Actually, it was partly Jungwoo’s fault that the man kept making suggestive jokes. He couldn’t bring himself to say “stop” when the man asked, “Should I stop?”

“Well… if you want to make those jokes, it’s fine. I was just wondering if people who just met talk about these things.”

“Jungwoo, I’ve been around. So, I can tell what you’re into just by looking at you.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“You should see your face when I talk dirty. It’s hilarious. Want me to show you a mirror?”

“Whoa, no thanks!”

Jungwoo jumped back in shock as the man actually held out a mirror. He laughed so loudly that the room echoed.

Jungwoo didn’t really want to know how perverted he looked. Knowing might give him self-loathing.

“You’re really funny. Haven’t you looked in a mirror?”

“My tastes are a bit unique, but not that extreme.”

“Oh, so you’re into lighter stuff. How far do you go? You’re not a virgin, right? What have you tried?”

Jungwoo’s eyes widened. Where should he even start?

First of all, I am a virgin. In my fantasies, I’ve done everything, but in reality, I haven’t done much. I don’t know why you’re curious. Are you interested in me?

But saying all this out loud seemed too embarrassing.

“Um, bondage…”

“Aha.”

So, he lied. One of his long-standing fantasies was bondage.

He thought it wouldn’t hurt to pretend he had tried it. But this guy’s questions were getting too specific.

“So, you like that stuff. What did you use to tie up?”

“Why do you keep asking?”

“You know what?”

Hyuk continued with interest.

“When we’re scared, our brains release adrenaline. The same thing happens when we’re sexually aroused.”

“Oh, I see.”

“With zombies downstairs trying to eat us, talking about depressing things like when we’ll die would be awful. It’s better to talk about something exciting to forget the fear.”

“I see… I understand.”

Understand what? So, this guy was saying he didn’t want to feel anxious or depressed, so he was asking about the sexual preferences of a twenty-one-year-old sitting across from him to get aroused.

But could he really get aroused? After seeing what just happened?

“But you’re not aroused, are you?” Jungwoo said.

Hyuk let out an “Ah” as if surprised.

“You never know. You’re kind of cute, and I saw you earlier, and now I’m hearing about your sexual preferences. Maybe I could get aroused.”

Jungwoo’s mouth hung open.

How could this guy say such things with a straight face? The words echoed in his mind.

‘He thinks I’m… cute?’

That’s right. Han Jungwoo, twenty-one years old, lacking in social and romantic experience but overflowing with desire.

He fixated on the fact that his ideal type thought he was cute.

He didn’t even hear the vulgar words that followed. So, Jungwoo, forgetting his embarrassment, asked bluntly,

“Wow, you think I’m cute? Really?”

Noticing his sincerity, Hyuk tried to hold back a laugh and said,

“Yeah. A little? So, answer my question from earlier. What did you use to tie up?”

“Um, a necktie… and just did it.”

“That’s light. Your partner must have been very considerate.”

With that, Hyuk walked over to a corner of the store and picked up a black cloth hanging on a wall rack.

“You mean something like this?”

The long black cloth wrapped around his hand. It looked like something used to blindfold or tie someone up.

Could something like this be sexy? Or was he just too pent up?

Without realizing it, Jungwoo swallowed hard. As Hyuk rolled up his sleeve, the tendons in his wrist stood out. When he pulled the cloth taut, those tendons flexed.

Jungwoo wished he would roll up his sleeve more to see his muscular forearm.

Whether he noticed Jungwoo’s thoughts or not, Hyuk picked up a pair of black-rimmed glasses from the rack and put them on.

“Did you do stuff like this too? My friends wear strange clothes, like bunny or cat ears.”

Casually adjusting the glasses, he asked, “Do I look good?” and made a seductive face.

He narrowed his eyes and slightly stuck out his tongue, looking like he had seduced many people. His claim of having been around seemed true.

‘Oh, Jungwoo, just die.’

Finally, Han Jungwoo confessed,

“Can you please stop asking these questions?”

“Why?”

“You’re too handsome, and asking these questions is turning me on. Please, can you just not do anything and go to sleep?”

There was a brief silence.

“Jungwoo, be honest.”

“About what…?”

“You’re lying, right? You’ve never done any of this.”

Damn it… That’s embarrassing.

“Yes, please stop teasing me and just stay here. Please let me keep the last of my dignity…”

“You’re hard.”

Glancing down, Jungwoo saw his erection pushing against his jeans.

It seemed the adrenaline thing Hyuk mentioned earlier wasn’t complete nonsense.

Jungwoo couldn’t tell if he was annoyed, aroused, or scared of the zombies banging around on the first floor.

“Yes, I am.”

“Your face is red too.”

“Yes, it is.”

“You’re really something.”

“Yes.”

You’re really something else. Jungwoo thought to himself.

“Want to try it once with me?”

“What…? Yes?”

Jungwoo’s voice, which had been soft, suddenly flipped.

‘Try what? Sex? Right here, right now?’ 

He didn’t say it out loud, but his confused eyes said it all.

“Just once, no regrets. You like sex, and I’m pent up. It’s a win-win.”

No, actually, I’m losing my virginity. It’s a win-lose.

Jungwoo’s expression hardened. No matter what, he thought, I can’t fall for such a cheap provocation.

“…Yes.”

He was right.

How much longer would he survive this apocalypse? He couldn’t pass up the chance to sleep with such a handsome man.

Hyuk widened his eyes in surprise for a moment, then laughed like a fox, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re fearless. You agreed so quickly?”

“N-No. You… you said you wanted to do it.”

“Aren’t you scared of me? What if I pin you down and do something terrible to you, little one?”

Only then did Jungwoo blush and look away in embarrassment.

So, what are you going to do with me now? After teasing me so much, are you disappointed that I said “yes”? Or do you just want to see my reaction?

Thinking that made him suddenly determined.

“If you wanted to do something weird, you would have done it earlier when I was… exposed.”

“Hmm, that’s true. If I wanted to, I would have done it then. When I saw you with your ass in the air, I would have fucked you right there.”

Jungwoo’s mouth twisted in displeasure as Hyuk casually agreed.

Hyuk walked slowly towards Jungwoo, holding a long piece of cloth.

At a glance, it looked like he was holding a black snake rather than a cloth. He licked his lower lip with the tip of his red tongue and slowly unbuckled his belt.

‘Wow, are we really doing this? I did say yes, but like this, on a whim? With such a hot guy?’

Seeing this, Jungwoo forgot his complaints and swallowed hard. He didn’t know whether to be sad or happy about losing his virginity.

“Jungwoo, this building has a structure that echoes. If you scream in pleasure, they might hear you downstairs. You know they’re sensitive to sound and light, right?”

“Yes…”

“I blocked the door when I came up, but if they hear you and get excited, they might come up. They’re not excited like us; they’re just hungry.”

So, you can’t do it because of the zombies? Jungwoo, still clinging to his pride, was about to say something when Hyuk shoved the crumpled black cloth into Jungwoo’s mouth.

“So, let’s do it quietly.”

This guy is not just a ‘jerk,’ he’s a ‘perverted jerk.’

Han Jungwoo’s expression crumpled, but Hyuk just laughed.

“…Yes.”

Actually, Jungwoo preferred a perverted jerk to a regular one.

“Uh, ah. Uh… phew. Keep doing that…”

“It fell out. Put it back in, Jungwoo.”

Never mind the biting, I’m dying here. Han Jungwoo complained internally but picked up the cloth soaked with his saliva and put it back in his mouth.

The sound of lube and semen mixing was wet and erotic, constantly pounding in his ears along with rough breathing.

Every time Hyuk’s strong, veined wrist moved, Jungwoo’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Was it always this good to be touched by someone else? It felt completely different from doing it himself.

A battery-operated toy was no comparison. His lower abdomen twitched and spasmed continuously.

For the past hour, Hyuk had been fingering him with a finger cot on. It wasn’t normal foreplay. It felt more like he was teasing him to see his reaction rather than preparing for penetration.

“Ah! Uh, oh. Ah, wait. I think I’m going to… come again…”

“You’re very sensitive, but why do you keep spitting out what I gave you? If you keep doing that, you won’t be able to put my cock in your mouth. Mine is bigger than that.”

He’s not going to put his cock in my mouth. This guy clearly only intended to finger him.

Before lying down on this cheap mattress, Han Jungwoo had watched Hyuk prepare with eager anticipation.

But contrary to his expectations, Hyuk only searched the cabinet for a finger cot and pulled down Jungwoo’s pants, leaving his own clothes on. He still looked the same as when he started.

At first, when he applied lube to his finger, Jungwoo thought he was at least going to loosen him up.

But Hyuk started stimulating his prostate right away, making him come several times just from that. It seemed like he only wanted to make Jungwoo come.

Penetrative sex? Oral? He clearly had no intention of doing either.

The most frustrating part was that Hyuk’s fingering felt insanely good.

“Uh, I… I think I’m going to die…”

“Don’t be dramatic. You won’t die from this. Stop curling your legs and lift your hips more. And put the cloth back in your mouth.”

The feeling of his thick, long fingers thrusting deep inside and then scraping the inner walls as they pulled out was… exaggerating a bit, but it felt so good he might never use a toy again.

Every time he scissored his fingers inside, Jungwoo couldn’t help but moan like an animal.

When he stimulated his prostate right after he came, he thought his brain would explode. His voice was already hoarse.

I can’t believe what I’ve been doing until now even counts as masturbation. What am I going to do from now on?

Han Jungwoo was suddenly worried about his future.

“Uh, ah…! Uh, oh, ah! Ah!”

Finally, his lower abdomen spasmed, and he ejaculated again. His jaw dropped, and the cloth he had been barely holding in his mouth fell onto the mattress.

Was this the fourth or fifth time? He felt like he was going to die of dehydration before hypothermia.

Looking at Hyuk, who was still smiling leisurely, Jungwoo felt like he had run a marathon. A question popped into his mind.

‘But is fingering until you come considered sex?’

The sentence “Isn’t this sex? Can’t you just fuck me?” almost slipped out several times, but even Jungwoo wasn’t shameless enough to say it out loud.

Jungwoo caught his breath and squirmed on the cheap mattress. Watching him, Hyuk laughed and said,

“Oh, you have a habit of rolling your eyes back when you come. It’s cute from my perspective, but don’t show it to just anyone. You’ll attract perverts.”