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Translator: uly
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Escort to the Department Store
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The method I chose to safely transport Yoo Ha-yeon to the department store was a vehicle.
A multi-passenger van, at that.
Acquiring a vehicle wasn't as hard as I'd thought.
In a city thrown into chaos by the zombie outbreak, people often abandoned their cars and fled on foot.
The problem was the roads clogged with those abandoned cars, so I had to find a vehicle in a clear stretch.
Luckily, a suitable van was parked right there by the roadside, all by its lonesome.
There were some early passengers inside, though.
-Ugh, ughhh.
"Whoops, excuse me."
Just like in those car theft games, dragging out the squatters meant the ride was mine.
'Let's see, so this is the accelerator... and this is the brake.'
I had a driver's license, of course.
Got my standard Class 1 right after turning twenty.
Sure, it was a closet license since I didn't have a car, but driving was simpler than it seemed if you ignored the risk of scraping or crashing.
Just turn the key, shift to drive, release the brake.
Then hit the accelerator to go, brake to stop.
After a bit of practice, I cruised down the empty road to the studio apartment building where Yoo Ha-yeon waited.
Fortunately, there was a route from the studio district to the department store that wasn't blocked.
Of course, it meant shifting a few parked cars out of the way here and there.
But at least I could transport Ha-yeon in one go.
"Parking's trickier than I thought."
I backed the van's rear right up to the building entrance.
Then she'd hop in through the trunk quick as can be.
'Time to clear the area a bit...'
I lured the nearby zombies as far away as possible, naturally.
That wrapped up the prep.
"Got everything you need to grab?"
"Yes..."
Yoo Ha-yeon, still looking anxious, answered in a trembling voice.
Even if she trusted me enough to follow orders, instinctual fear was another story.
"Pretty scared?"
"N-No! I'm fine!"
I'd only asked out of consideration, but she took it differently and waved her hands in a panic.
Then, with slightly teary eyes, she looked up at me all choked up.
And threw herself into my arms.
"Mister, I really trust you... So please don't abandon me."
"Yeah, yeah. Stick with me and I won't leave you behind."
I patted her head to reassure her, and her arms tightened around me even more.
With our bodies pressed together, I could feel every soft inch of her.
Especially those magnificent tits squishing against me.
Kinda turning me on.
With one hand still stroking her hair, I grabbed her ass with the other.
"...Mister, perv."
"Your body's just too damn sexy."
Skinship calms the nerves.
Especially since her affection toward me was over 70%.
No idea how that stacked up relationally, but close contact with someone you like worked wonders.
The clinging Ha-yeon looked way more relaxed now.
"Alright, time to go. Let go."
"Y-Yes!"
Slam.
Everything went according to plan as she came down to the first floor and hopped safely into the back seat.
I slid into the driver's seat and fired up the engine.
"Um, Mister... Should I sit up front?"
She probably meant the passenger seat.
"Nah, stay in the back. Got a job for you."
"A job?"
A very important one.
In a way, the root reason I'd been hunting survivors.
More essential than finding virgins or pretty slave girls.
"Kyaaaaahhh━!!"
"Nice. Louder might be even better."
"Eeek!! M-Mister!! Can't you go faster?!"
"It's fine. Don't worry."
It was zombie bait.
-Ughhhh....
-Kraaaah
-Guh, kuh, urk
I'd put Ha-yeon in the middle of the back seat and left all the rear windows open.
Her job: scream her lungs out to lure them in.
'This'll gather over twenty by the department store.'
Reason for the hassle? Stockpiling zombies for crystal upgrades.
Plus, beefing up the department store's defenses by drawing in more.
I'd planned to handle it solo at first.
But zombies ignored me completely, so efficiency was shit.
This method? Mass lure in one shot.
"Mister━!! Th-They're close! Kyaaak! They're right on our tail━!!"
Practically sobbing, Ha-yeon screamed her heart out like I'd told her.
Zombies shuffled out from the surroundings, chasing the van like kids after a fumigation truck.
"It's fine. Just keep screaming, don't overthink it."
"Kyaaaaahhh━!!"
She was really scared, huh? The screams felt genuine.
Looked reckless, but it wasn't that dangerous.
The route I'd scouted had fewer zombie packs.
And these zombies weren't fast.
They shambled along slowly.
So, easy enough to pace the van and keep them from reaching her.
Worst case, if they swarmed...
'I'll hop out and peel 'em off.'
I'd tell her to stay put, then handle them one by one.
No biggie, but Ha-yeon didn't know that and kept screaming in terror.
Good girl, my slave.
. . .
"Hic, sob, Mister..."
We pulled into the third-floor parking lot and got out, and Ha-yeon was a tear-streaked mess.
She'd been genuinely terrified.
Makes sense—she was the type who wouldn't leave her foodless apartment, so this took real guts.
"Good work. You helped a ton."
"...D-Did I really help you, Mister?"
Her teary eyes went wide at the praise for her bravery.
"Yeah, couldn't have done it without you."
"..."
Blushing, she bowed her head at the sincere compliment.
"Good..."
"Good what?"
"I... I thought you were just tormenting me, Mister."
Fair enough—from an outsider's view, dragging zombies to us made no sense.
Looked like straight-up bullying.
"Not like that, so quit worrying. C'mon, let's go."
I corrected her misunderstanding and held out my hand.
Plenty to do inside the department store now.
Ha-yeon wiped her tears and took my hand.
"Kyat!"
"You okay?"
Then she suddenly crumpled.
"S-Sorry... My legs are jelly..."
Hours of tension surrounded by zombies in the van? Yeah, that'd do it.
Felt a little bad.
"I'll support you. Think you can walk?"
"Y-Yes... Um, can I lean on you?"
"Sure. Follow close, carefully."
Legs too weak to stand straight, she leaned into me as we walked.
I held her shoulder and arm to steady her.
'Oh... This is...'
Her body pressed against my side, tits squishing warmly.
Blood rushed straight to my dick from the soft heat.
"Wah..."
Inside the department store, her eyes went wide like she'd never cried, sparkling.
Third-floor bedding section.
All kinds of beds and linens, zombie-free thanks to my hard work.
Way bigger and nicer than her cramped studio.
"This is where we'll live from now on...?"
Ha-yeon asked, incredulous.
"Yeah. You trusted and followed me, so no more starving either."
Wonder what face she'd make at the basement food stockpile.
Already gazing up at me all emotional.
"M-Mister..."
"What? Why the waterworks again?"
"Hic, but I'm just so grateful..."
My scaredy-cat slave burst into tears again, burying her face in my chest and sobbing.
Until recently, she'd been as good as dead.
Now surviving like this? Emotions overflowing.
Never dreamed of a place this comfy.
All that anxiety over an unknown destination.
But it turned out way better than expected—pure relief.
"Mister, thank you so much. Sob, for saving me, really, thank you."
"You know it's not free, right? I'm not that nice. Gonna need your help a lot from now on."
"Yes...! Whatever you say, Mister! I'll do anything you tell me!"
Such an obedient slave.
I stroked her head fondly.
Blushing, she shyly averted her eyes.
But pressed her body closer, clinging tighter.
Practically shoving those tits against me like temptation.
Haa... Can't hold back anymore.
"Ha-yeon. Mind if I make my first request?"
"...Yes?"
She looked up cautiously.
Tear-streaked cheeks and dewy eyes stared prettily.
Beautiful face, every time.
"Put your hands on that bed and stick your ass out."
Bedding section.
Beds everywhere—room to roll around anywhere.
Catching my drift, Ha-yeon bashfully looked down.
Her gaze landed on my bulging crotch.
She startled, then hurried to a nearby bed.
"L-Like this?"
Hands on the bed, ass raised.
'Fucking hot.'
Fresh-out-of-teens college girl.
Idol-prettier girl presenting her ass on command.
She wore a white tee and black training pants.
Leg-hugging women's activewear—raising her ass showed off every curve of hip and thigh.
Comfy travel clothes.
Something about a pretty girl in casual loungewear turned me on more than dressed-up.
That lived-in feel, maybe.
I approached her bent-over form and groped her raised ass.
"Kyat...!"
Still unused to a man's touch, she let out a little squeak.
Her shy face looked back at me.
Savoring it, I yanked her pants down.
-Swish.
Snow-white ass cheeks emerged.
Pale, plump, perfectly round.
"Cute lacy panties, huh? Knew I'd strip you and wore these on purpose?"
"D-Don't ask that..."
White lace panties inside.
At the center...
Covering her pussy as intended, but stained gray with wetness unlike the fabric.
-Swish, poke.
Stroking her ass, I slid my hand to the panties over her pussy.
Love juices from her hole soaked the fabric—and my fingers.
"So what's this? Why are you so wet?"
One hand rubbing her pussy through the panties, I pressed close and showed her my slick fingers.
Up close, her womanly scent wafted up.
"Th-That's..."
She turned her head, face flushing at my question.
"Answer properly. Remember what I taught you. When did you get wet?"
Poke, poke.
"Haat, hnghh... A-After getting out of the car..."
"After getting out?"
She trailed off, so I teased her pussy harder.
Poke, poke.
"Haang! T-To you, haaang! When you praised me, Mister... I got wet...!"
Even earlier than I thought.
I'd figured when she leaned on me for support.
"Hmm, soaked like this means you want something, right?"
"...Haat, th-that's..."
Poke, poke.
"Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you."
I pulled her panties aside and slid a finger into her overflowing hole.
It swallowed my finger easily amid the slickness.
Soon, lewd squelches as her pussy clenched and twitched.
"Hauuht!"
Her shoulders shook, pussy clamping tight on my finger.
Whoa, already cumming?
"What do you want?"
Clinging to her trembling, panting form, one hand in her pussy, the other grabbing her tit.
Tears beading, she blushed and looked up carefully.
"Please put your cock in me, Mister♥"
"Good girl."