SWZ Ch 2

“Hyung is such a perverted bastard. If you were going to act like this, you shouldn’t have tried to seduce me into having sex.”

Every time he spoke, complaints welled up to the top of my head, but now I was too exhausted to even speak properly.

Looking down, the fingertip condom on Hyuk’s finger was already soaked through and useless. Not only the mattress but also parts of Hyuk’s rolled-up polo shirt sleeve were stained with bodily fluids.

Because the bedsheet was red, the areas soaked with fluids stood out more. On top of it, the two legs sprawled out were convulsing with the aftermath of intense pleasure, and semen pooled like water in the belly button.

The flat stomach trembled slightly as it caught its breath.

‘Looking at it like this, it does feel a bit strange…….’

Jungwoo closed his eyes to savor the lingering sensation. Looking down at him, a faint crease appeared on Hyuk’s forehead. He seemed to be holding something back.

“Even though it’s your first time, you’re enjoying it well. Do you usually pleasure yourself a lot? Or was it a lie that you’re a virgin?”

“Ugh… It really is my first time.”

While Jungwoo had his eyes closed and was breathing leisurely, Hyuk licked his lips slightly. He also seemed aroused, as his pants were bulging, but he didn’t show any desire on his face.

“Jungwoo, there’s something I didn’t tell you.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“People like me, who are promiscuous, don’t care who comes to them and don’t stop anyone from leaving.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“But I don’t really like fucking virgins.”

As Jungwoo expected, Hyuk had no intention of having penetrative sex with him from the start.

“Even promiscuous people know their place and stick to their own kind. People who like fucking tight virgins like you are a bit twisted.”

So, in the end, he was just playing with me?

Jungwoo, who had been looking down with his eyes closed, glared at him. He decided to throw away the last bit of pride he had left.

“Since the world is already fucked, can’t you just do it?”

“No. I like acting like an animal in bed, but I don’t like being an actual animal. I might be trash, but I’m not low-class.”

What is this nonsense? He admits he’s trash but not low-class? So, he thinks he’s high-class trash?

Jungwoo shook his head as if he had no will to argue.

“Hyung, what you do with your hands feels really good. I just feel a bit tricked.”

“Sex isn’t just about fucking. You still have a lot to learn.”

“Well… ha, never mind. Why did you even suggest this? Why did you seduce me?”

“Seduce? I just poked you a bit because your reactions were funny, and you took the bait.”

“You’re so shameless. Hyung, you’re really low-class trash.”

Jungwoo grumbled to himself. Just poked me? He knew I was easy from the start.

Anyway, in this mood, even if he fucked me, I wouldn’t feel it properly. Jungwoo, with a dazed look, lifted one leg and placed his tired foot on Hyuk’s thigh. He thought he might as well provoke him.

In a porn video he saw before, when he touched him with his foot like this, the other person seemed to enjoy it… but…

“Wait a minute. What is this?”

“Why?”

“Is this even human? Hyung, what do you have in your pants?”

“You should be grateful to me. If I had put my dick in your tight hole, you would have been ripped apart.”

With that, Hyuk scooped up the semen pooled in the belly button. Jungwoo let out a soft moan.

Oh my god. This is a weapon. Jungwoo, in disbelief, wiggled his toes and felt the outline on Hyuk’s thigh.

With this thickness and length, it’s almost like a cucumber, right? Sometimes in foreign talk shows, they joke about comparing men’s genitals to cucumbers.

Until now, he thought it was just a joke with no basis in reality, but seeing it in person left him speechless. There really are people with such things.

As Jungwoo’s toes pressed more boldly against Hyuk’s thigh, Hyuk finally lifted Jungwoo’s foot and placed it back on the mattress. He also seemed aroused, breathing heavily.

“Hyung, you’re hard. It’s really big.”

“Yeah. I’m hard. After all, I’ve been fingering you for so long.”

“……Should I take it out for you?”

“You? Never mind.”

You wouldn’t satisfy me anyway. Smirking like a fox, Hyuk slowly unzipped his jeans.

“I’m telling you this in advance, but I’m not going to put it in.”

“I wasn’t expecting it.”

Actually, he was a little bit. Just a tiny bit.

Hyuk took off the fingertip condom that was somehow still on his wet hand. When he unbuckled his jeans and pulled down his drawers, something that could truly be called a weapon sprang out.

Jungwoo swallowed hard without realizing it. Seeing Jungwoo’s Adam’s apple move, Hyuk let out a short laugh.

“You’re really turned on, aren’t you?”

Muttering to himself, Hyuk lightly stroked his shaft with the same hand that had been inside Jungwoo.

“If you keep looking at it like that, it’ll wear out.”

“Even if it wears out a bit, it seems like it would be fine. It looks safer if it wears out a bit.”

“You say the darndest things. No guy hates being complimented on his big dick.”

Laughing out loud, Hyuk knelt and sat in front of Jungwoo, who was still lying with his legs spread wide. Then, he started roughly stroking his shaft without a word.

A heated sigh escaped his red lips. A few light curses mixed with the cold air.

Seeing this, Jungwoo was shocked.

‘Is he really masturbating in front of me?’

In his life, he had seen a handsome man masturbating. Indeed, he was glad to be alive. But was it really okay to watch like this?

Jungwoo wondered whether he should close his eyes or keep them wide open at the unprecedented sight.

“Jungwoo.”

“Ye, yes.”

“Look properly. A moment ago, you were looking so intently that it might wear out. Does it look gross up close? Or is my dick ugly? Is it dirty because it’s a promiscuous person’s dick?”

“N-no, I didn’t say that. But can you talk a bit nicer…….”

“Earlier, you liked it when I talked dirty. You’re funny.”

The usual smirk on Hyuk’s lips gradually gave way to desire. His eyes gleamed with clear lust.

He slowly stroked his shaft and then licked his lips, moistening them.

As the wet sounds filled the room, Hyuk’s breathing became more ragged.

‘This is insane. Am I dreaming?’

Jungwoo, who was stealing glances at the scene, also found himself short of breath. But then, feeling a bit guilty for being so perverted, he tried to turn his head away. Hyuk, however, grabbed his chin and forced him to look straight ahead.

“I told you to watch properly. I’m doing this for you to see.”

“H-have you not come yet?”

“Ha, are you a premature ejaculator? You think I’d come after just a few strokes?”

Yeah, maybe I am. When Hyuk was fingering me, I think I came pretty quickly.

As Hyuk stroked himself more vigorously, the hand gripping Jungwoo’s chin tightened. Jungwoo, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, desperately tried to look away.

Sensing Jungwoo’s discomfort, Hyuk stopped stroking himself and grinned, roughly massaging Jungwoo’s chin.

“Your mouth is small. You definitely can’t give a blowjob.”

“No, I wasn’t even going to—”

“Want to try licking it?”

Yes! Wait, what? Lick it? …Hyuk’s? Jungwoo asked again in disbelief. He asked a few more times to make sure he heard correctly, but Hyuk’s expression didn’t change.

“But don’t put it in your mouth. You probably couldn’t anyway. I’m not nice enough to clean up if you throw up while giving a blowjob.”

So, he means he won’t make me give a blowjob because he’s afraid I’ll throw up. That’s a bit insulting, but it makes sense.

How could anyone put something like that in their mouth? If it ripped your throat, you’d die, and it wouldn’t feel good.

Back in school, there were guys who would stuff their fists in their mouths to show off how big their mouths were, but Hyuk’s thing was incomparable to a fist.

At least you could briefly stuff a fist in your mouth. But this…

Jungwoo gulped.

“Just lick it?”

Hyuk smiled, pursing his lips.

“Yeah. Just lick it.”

He took Jungwoo’s right hand and placed it on the waistband of his pants, which were pulled down to his thighs.

“Do whatever you want, just don’t put it in your mouth. Pretend I’m a mannequin.”

A mannequin? What the hell is he talking about? What kind of mannequin has an erection like this? If Hyuk were a mannequin, he’d be in high demand nationwide.

But Jungwoo tentatively reached out and lightly grasped Hyuk’s shaft. The scorching heat made him gasp involuntarily.

It was his first time touching someone else’s penis, and his palm was sweaty.

“Why are you so nervous? Is this your first time touching another guy’s dick?”

This Hyuk guy must be a mind reader. Jungwoo, feeling stubborn, gripped the shaft harder and ran his thumb over the tip.

Hyuk’s usually composed expression faltered.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt. Do whatever you want.”

“Then why do you look like that?”

“Because I’m turned on. Seeing your little hands on my dick is turning me on.”

Hyuk tapped his erection against Jungwoo’s cheek.

Startled by the heat, Jungwoo tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked the tip. The bitter taste made him grimace, and Hyuk chuckled above him.

“Don’t like the taste, little one?”

“Would anyone?”

“That’s weird. Everyone I’ve slept with said it tasted good.”

Their taste buds must be broken. Or maybe Hyuk broke them.

Jungwoo gave up on licking and decided to just stroke the shaft with his hand.

“Ha ha.”

“Hey, don’t laugh! It’s my first time!”

“You can’t even give a handjob.” Hyuk muttered, placing his hand over Jungwoo’s. “You need to do it harder.” He guided Jungwoo’s hand, stroking his shaft roughly like he had been doing before.

Seeing Jungwoo’s flushed face, Hyuk smiled in satisfaction.

Jungwoo felt like his face was going to explode from embarrassment and stubbornness.

The sensation of the pulsing veins under his palm, the heat of Hyuk’s skin, and the sweat from Hyuk’s hand all combined to stimulate Jungwoo.

“You’re hard again.”

“Y-yeah, I know.”

“Oh, little one. Over something like this.”

It’s not just ‘something like this.’ A hot guy suddenly fingering you and then telling you to treat him like a mannequin while you touch his dick? If this is ‘something like this,’ then I’m in big trouble.

Jungwoo finally closed his eyes tightly. But with his vision blocked, the sensations in his hand became even more intense.

“Haah…”

Is he close? How much longer? Hyuk’s breathing sounded like he was already very aroused.

Just as Jungwoo was about to open his eyes to see Hyuk’s expression, Hyuk growled in a low voice, “Don’t open your eyes.”

Hyuk seemed fully aroused, and Jungwoo instinctively tightened his grip.

“Fuck.”

At that moment, a warm liquid splattered onto Jungwoo’s face. It was sticky and thick… He didn’t need to look to know what it was.

This high-class trash Hyuk just came on my face? I heard that coming on someone’s face during their first time is really rude. But then again, I kind of like the dirty stuff, so it’s not a problem.

Jungwoo slightly opened his eyelids. Sticky semen was dripping from the tip of his nose and around his eyes, running down his jawline and onto his clothes.

“I told you to keep your eyes closed.”

“Hyung, isn’t coming on someone’s face a bit much?”

“Ha, don’t talk. It’ll get in your mouth.”

As Jungwoo kept talking, Hyuk finally grabbed a cheap bedsheet and roughly wiped Jungwoo’s face with it.

“Ouch! Hey, Hyung. That hurts! Ow, ow, ow…!”

“Seriously. Who told you to use force?”

But didn’t you tell me to do whatever I wanted? Jungwoo pouted and glared up at Hyuk.

Looking down at Jungwoo’s face, Hyuk let out a soft sigh. After a moment, he said, “Jungwoo,” and his eyes flickered mischievously a couple of times.

“Do you want me to take care of your erection and then stop?”

“Y-yes? You’ll take care of this too?”

“Or do you want to go to sleep like this?”

“……”

Really, will you take care of it? When Jungwoo asked timidly, Hyuk held up one hand with his middle finger extended and the other hand with his palm open wide.

“Back, or front?”

It sounds like he’s offering a choice. Options, really?

From the beginning, Jungwoo knew that this Hyuk guy was not normal.

“……Back.”

Of course, Jungwoo was just as crazy, so they were even.

Last night, the zombies were quite noisy. After 2 AM, they frighteningly banged on the first-floor entrance.

Hyuk casually grabbed a noisy toy hanging on the wall and threw it outside with all his might. After throwing a couple, a car alarm went off, beeping loudly.

Soon, the terrifying noise from the first floor stopped. The zombies seemed to have moved towards the louder noise nearby.

‘Why didn’t he just chase them away like this earlier?’

Even half-asleep, Jungwoo wondered, but Hyuk gently said, “Go back to sleep, Jungwoo,” and covered him with a blanket, so he fell asleep again.

When Jungwoo woke up again, the sun was high in the sky.

His body felt weak, probably from yesterday’s activities. His back, which had a disc problem, was a bit sore, but he felt good overall.

His rough face felt smoother, the sunlight pouring into the bed was satisfying, and the space next to him was wide…

‘Wait, why is the space next to me so wide?’

Suddenly, Jungwoo’s eyes widened. Hyuk had been lying right next to him last night.

A sense of foreboding washed over him. His heart sank.

As expected, the space next to him was empty.

“Hyuk Hyung?”

He called out, but of course, there was no answer. This adult store wasn’t big enough for anyone to hide.

Suddenly, his mother’s wise words came to mind. She had said that a man’s looks don’t matter; it’s what’s inside that counts.

Jungwoo jumped out of bed and looked for his backpack.

…As expected, it was gone.

“Ha ha, I’m screwed.”

The water was gone. The canned food was gone. Even the batteries were gone!

At least he had a bit of conscience left, as there was one small can of Spam remaining.

Damn it, it’s not Pandora’s box. If there’s one can of ham left at the bottom, am I supposed to feel hopeful and say thank you?

With a sense of emptiness, Jungwoo picked up the remaining can of ham and saw a crumpled Post-it note underneath.

Jungwoo,

I borrowed some stuff. I’ll pay you back later.

From now on, don’t just sleep with anyone,

and don’t ask just anyone to sleep with you. Got it?

Even in a disaster situation^^

That damn smiley face made Jungwoo even angrier.

Wasn’t it Hyuk who came onto him in this disaster situation? His only fault was being naive.

Or maybe Hyuk didn’t actually come onto him. Why would someone who claims to have had plenty of fun be interested in a much younger, inexperienced guy like him? From the start…

“From the start, he planned to screw me over like this?”

That’s right. Despite the blessings of his ancestors, twenty-one-year-old “Peanut” Han Jungwoo had miraculously survived this apocalypse without a scratch.

But today, for the first time, a handsome man who fit his tastes not only had sex with him but also betrayed him.

“You’re back again.”

“Yes…”

Jungwoo barely stood, his legs weak and trembling.

After standing in line for over four hours, Jungwoo’s legs were shaking. Some high-class trash had not only betrayed him but also stolen his bag, leaving him starving for the past two days.

Thanks to that, Han Jungwoo finally lost his sex drive after surviving the apocalypse for about a year. It seemed that shock therapy was the best way to break bad habits.

“One bottle of water. One can of canned food. That’s it, right?”

“Um, excuse me.”

“We don’t have condoms.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

Don’t you have more canned food? I can’t eat condoms. Do you have edible condoms? I’ve heard of edible plastic.

The man with the beard frowned at Jungwoo’s silly question. He looked somewhat pitiful.

“No, we don’t. Government supplies have been drastically reduced. Try somewhere else.”

Oh, they’re out. Jungwoo clenched his fists.

That bastard, if I ever see him again, I’ll pull out all his hair. They say bald men have more stamina. That guy had both stamina and a full head of hair, so if I pluck out his hair, it would be perfect.

The water bottle and can of ham in his arms clinked together. His heart felt as heavy as his now lighter supplies.

“If I starve to death, it means I’ll die pathetically from being scammed.”

No way! Even if I die, I want to enjoy life. It’s too sad to die without even blooming.

Maybe I should just find a handsome guy on the street and try to heal my broken heart.

He stretched his neck and scanned the faces of the people in the supply line.

No handsome men…

Right. Handsome men are an endangered species. Realizing this, Jungwoo’s eyes widened in frustration.

“Damn it. If I ever catch him, I’ll pull out his hair and chop off his huge dick.”

The last person he saw was that Hyuk guy, which made it even worse. His standards were too high now, and it was frustrating.

As Jungwoo was about to give up and move to the next supply point, he tried to start a nearby abandoned car.

“Hey, that car’s broken.”

“Oh, really? That’s okay. I’ll fix it and use it.”

“Do you know how to fix cars?”

Jungwoo turned his head slightly to look at the man who spoke to him.

Wow, so shiny. The sunlight reflected off the man’s bald head, making it look like a spotlight. Maybe if Hyuk Hyung went bald, he’d look like that too.

On closer inspection, the man wasn’t particularly handsome. Hyuk Hyung would still look good even without hair.

“Yeah, I’m pretty good with machines.”

Actually, it was more than just “pretty good.” Jungwoo’s mother, Ju Yeong-hui, was a natural engineer, and her major was…

“Want me to take a look at something for you while I’m at it?”

…automobile engineering.

From a young age, instead of playing with Legos or action figures, Jungwoo played with…

“Here, this is an engine.”

“Engyning.”

“Honey, what are you teaching the kid?”

…engineering blueprints.

His mother’s early education turned Han Jungwoo into a machine enthusiast, a “mechaniac.”

She couldn’t have known that a zombie apocalypse was coming, but in this era where mobility meant survival, being able to fix cars made Jungwoo a valuable asset, a true hero.

“Hey, can you fix my car too?”

“What? You can fix cars?”

“Wow…”

Jungwoo stared in amazement at the crowd gathering around him.

He realized that he had only been fixing machines and cars for his own use and had never thought of selling his skills. This could be a good business opportunity.

“Ahem. Line up here, and I’ll fix your car for one can of canned food…”

“Hey, you bastards! I asked first!”

The bald man next to him roared. Jungwoo, who was about to say “one can per car,” shut his mouth.

“Ha ha. Young man, what’s your name?”

“It’s Han Jungwoo.”

“Jungwoo, would you like to come to our base camp? It used to be a car repair shop, so there are lots of cars. If you fix them, we’ll give you not just canned food, but also jerky, water, an air bed, and a sofa.”

Was this a job offer and a deal all in one?

Jungwoo blinked and held out his hand.

“Then, I’ll need a deposit.”

“What?”

“What if you don’t pay me after I fix the cars? I need a deposit. Six cans of canned food and three bottles of water.”

If this had happened to Jungwoo a few days ago, he would have eagerly agreed. But the painful lesson of being scammed had taught him to be cautious.

“Fine, here you go.”

The bald man handed over the canned food and water from his backpack. Jungwoo carefully packed the supplies into his own bag and grinned.

“Shall we take this car?”

Jungwoo pulled something out from under the driver’s seat and tried to start the engine. With a roar, the car started, and the man smiled broadly.

“Get in. I’ll drive, just tell me the way!”

“Uh, uh, okay. But there might be a lot of zombies this way.”

“Huh? Who cares? We have a car. We can just run them over. What are you waiting for? Get in.”

“……”

Kang Jedong, the bald man, was 38 years old.

Before the apocalypse, he used to work out at the gym. Now, he used his strength to take over a car repair shop base camp and steal supplies from other survivors, making him a rather ruthless survivor.

None of the survivors who had stayed in the area for a long time didn’t know Jedong’s name. The zombies trapped in the buildings in this neighborhood were also Jedong’s work.

He would lure zombies with the smell of food and the light from karaoke machines and then pretend to subdue them by force. He even threatened survivors by saying he would open the building entrances if they didn’t pay protection fees.

However, the other day, some unknown stranger opened everything up, rendering his threats useless.

Today, Jedong had come down near the supply station to gather the released zombies and create new threats.

He planned to announce that the opened building entrance was the work of a rebellious figure dissatisfied with him and promise that he would capture the zombies again if given a few days.

The zombies were stupidly gathered in the next alley, so he thought blocking the road to the alley with a few cars would do the trick.

Picking up a car engineer on the way was truly a stroke of luck.

The young boy looked like he had no social experience, so he thought he could coax and use him perfectly. It was a perfect day.

…Or so he thought until an hour ago.

When he came to his senses,

“Bleeegh, bleeegh!”

He was vomiting in front of the base camp.

“Damn, you crazy bastard. Where did you learn to drive? Ugh.”

“From my dad.”

“Your dad? Damn. Your dad drives cool, huh.”

And Han Jungwoo’s father…

“Was a professional car racer back in the day.”

He was quite a famous professional car racer. In other words, a speed maniac.

He used to lightly drive around the circuit with young Han Jungwoo in the passenger seat, often causing him to faint, but he would show his driving skills to his son from time to time.

Like father, like son.

Jungwoo patted Jedong’s back as he vomited.

‘Brings back memories. I once vomited after riding my dad’s car when I was a kid.’

“Are you okay, mister?”

“Ugh, damn.”

He patted Jedong’s back while glancing around.

It wasn’t pleasant to pat a stranger’s back on the first day they met, but looking at the cars lined up in front of the car center made him feel a bit excited.

“Can you fix all these?”

“Uh, yeah. Bleeegh.”

Apparently, he could. Jungwoo left Jedong and walked into the car center, taking out a few tools.

“Please bring in one car at a time. I’ll take a look. It’s one bottle of water and some food for each car.”

Although there were no handsome guys around, having a steady income from this was something. Jungwoo hummed a tune as he spun a monkey wrench in his hand.

One of the other survivors staying at the car center heard Jungwoo’s voice.

His name was ‘Kong Manshik’, Jedong’s survival partner. Of course, the term ‘survival partner’ was just a nice way of saying they were partners in extortion and threats.

‘That guy who went to check the zombies brought back a kid? And he’s going to fix cars? Is he bluffing?’

He wore a doubtful expression. No matter how generous you were, the guy didn’t look older than 21 or 22. How could he fix cars?

He tried to ask about his identity, but Jedong was too busy vomiting.

Eventually, he decided to take a chance and pushed in a small car. The car wouldn’t start, and part of the frame was damaged, practically making it a write-off.

“You little brat, are you going to break it more?”

“Hey, I told you I’d fix it.”

A moment later. Manshik’s eyes, filled with distrust, changed.

“Kid, are you an engineer?”

The small car that had been on the brink of death came back to life after a few touches from Jungwoo. The car started up smoothly, and Jungwoo patted the car body, as if to say:

‘Do you believe me now?’

Oh, Jesus. The man said no more.

While Jedong was vomiting, all sorts of food and drinks piled up next to Jungwoo.

“Uncle Manshik, can you turn up the music volume? I can’t hear well because of the engine noise.”

“Why ask! Of course, kid! Do you like songs?”

“Play girl group songs. I like E○pa.”

“What? What spa?”

Jungwoo still felt bitter about not being able to enjoy campus life.

It had been only about a year since the world became a mess due to the zombie apocalypse.

Even if, by some miracle, the world could return to normal, the most urgent task would be dealing with the infected, not resuming the studies of forcibly suspended college students.

By the time that was sorted out, Han Jungwoo would probably be over fifty. He might even be dead.

But looking at the current situation, even though he couldn’t enjoy campus life, he could enjoy survival life.

“Jungwoo, is there anything else you need?”

“Ugh, why are you acting so weird? Hyung Jedong.”

“Here, drink this while you work. There’s cola.”

Initially, it was uncomfortable and a bit sweaty, but it didn’t seem too bad to be waited on by these burly uncles.

“This car’s battery is dead. I need a charger, but I’m not sure if we have one.”

“What? Charger? Hold on. I’ll find one.”

“Uncle Manshik, please bring some engine oil from over there. This car is in good condition, so we need to add oil to keep it running longer.”

Explaining things to people was a bit fun, and it was amusing to see the sluggish uncles running around following his instructions.

“Uncle, try changing the engine oil yourself. Here, this is the drain plug.”

“Drain, what’s it, what?”

Han Jungwoo chattered like a fish in water. A few hours ago, his mind had been filled with revolution, food shortages, and sex, but now it seemed like nothing.

Jedong’s gang was busy nodding in agreement as if they understood Jungwoo’s explanations while also thinking about how to use this talented and simple car engineer.

“So, you shouldn’t mix oil.”

“Got it. Wow, Jungwoo, you know a lot.”

“Hehe.”

Jungwoo grinned and rubbed his nose, smearing oil and soot on his cheeks. He felt like a guest lecturer teaching students.

“Wow, you’re doing great. Now you know how to change engine oil.”

Feeling satisfied, he opened the cola can that Jedong had given him.