Dawn arrived silently…
The house was dark, the generator turned off to save fuel, leaving only the moonlight filtered through the thin curtains and drawing silver lines across the wooden floor.
Jason lay on the bed, still dressed in his black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his tailored pants, only without his shoes, which had been tossed into a corner. The books he had brought earlier were stacked on the floor.
He had just finished reading all of them, elevating his martial competence even further to the level of an advanced artist in several styles. Even his mindset and combat experience had automatically adjusted, approaching that of a true master. Still, his body began to complain again from the effort—heavy and slightly sore from the overload of assimilating so many martial arts movements with perfection…
During this process, he discovered something quite terrifying about his [Perfect Mastery]. While reading The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi, he absorbed technical knowledge on a level comparable to that of the undefeated samurai in the art of the sword. It was as if he had trained alongside him for years, learning everything Musashi could teach and having his combat style refined to an even more precise level.
With a sword in hand, he was genuinely confident he could handle even a horde of zombies alone.
This genuinely surprised him, since the work focused far more on mindset, timing, and combat strategy than on direct technical instructions…
So… could he also learn through autobiographies?
It was an unsettling possibility, something he would have to test later. In exchange, that single book had taken almost half an hour to absorb. Too much information flooded his mind at once, and his body was deeply exhausted afterward.
Still, even with the greater overload, it was excellent news. Biographies were far easier to find in libraries than complete technical treatises. Even if not all of them were truly useful—and Musashi's was probably a special case—most would hardly hold the same value for him. Moreover, he seriously doubted he could simply read the story of a fictional character and inherit their abilities. That would already enter far too supernatural a territory. From everything he could tell, his ability still operated within a more "realistic" limit—something that could be classified as the absurd talent of an extreme genius, not an impossible miracle…
But setting that aside…
In a few days, he would probably exhaust the city library's collection… and when that happened, he would have to plan a trip to a much larger library.
That was what he was thinking about now. He already had a few larger libraries in mind and was beginning to mentally compile a list of subjects that could help him in the current situation.
That was when he heard it.
A light movement in the hallway. Barefoot steps, almost inaudible, but unmistakable to someone with hearing as sharp as his.
The doorknob turned slowly.
The door opened with a soft click.
Maggie entered, illuminated only by the moonlight leaking through the window. She wore a thin white cotton nightgown—simple, probably one that had belonged to her mother or had been stored in a drawer for years. The fabric was light, almost transparent under the silver light, clinging to her body in a way that revealed every curve: firm breasts, narrow waist flowing into wide hips, strong and defined thighs. Her brown hair fell loose to her neck, tousled from sleep, and her bare feet touched the cold floor without making a sound.
She stopped at the entrance, surprised to see he was awake, her green eyes widening for a second.
"You… didn't sleep?" she whispered, her voice low, almost embarrassed.
Jason didn't answer immediately. He was too busy looking at her. The desire he had held back all day surged back with force—hot and urgent—making his blood race faster through his body…
Maggie noticed his gaze. But instead of becoming shy, she smiled faintly. It was good that he was awake; this way, she wouldn't have to wake him to do what had been on her mind all day. She took a step inside, carefully closed the door behind her, and turned the latch. She reached out to light the oil lamp on the bedside table—the generator was off, but the lamp was always kept ready. The small flame ignited, casting a warm, golden light across the room and illuminating her even more.
"I wanted…" she began, her voice low, almost a whisper. "I wanted to finish what we started at the pharmacy. Before those dead ones showed up… And from the looks of it, you want to as well…"
Jason sat up slowly on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers—or her body. The nightgown was short, ending mid-thigh, and when she moved to light the lamp, the fabric rode up a little, revealing more skin.
"Come here…" he said calmly.
Maggie crossed the room unhurriedly and silently. When she was close enough, he pulled her to him, his hands sliding up her thighs under the nightgown, feeling the warm, soft skin. She sat on his lap, legs straddling him, the fabric riding up to her waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest through the thin shirt.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, hands firmly gripping her thighs.
Maggie nodded, her lips brushing his.
"I've been sure since the day you woke up here…"
Maggie leaned in closer, her lips meeting his in a kiss that started slow, almost hesitant, but quickly turned hungry. Their tongues touched lightly at first, exploring, then with more urgency, as if both had waited too long for this moment. Her hands slid up his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair as she pulled Jason closer, her body molding against his on his lap.
Jason matched the kiss with the same intensity, one hand sliding up her bare back under the nightgown, feeling the warm, soft skin, the other gripping her thigh firmly. He slowly pulled the thin fabric upward, fingertips grazing the sides of her body as it rose, until the nightgown slipped off her shoulders and slid down her arms. Maggie raised her arms to help, and the fabric fell to the floor beside the bed, revealing simple black lingerie: lace panties hugging her hips and a bra supporting her firm breasts. The contrast of the dark fabric against her fair skin was almost hypnotic under the golden lamplight.
As they kissed, her hands had already worked the buttons of his black shirt. One by one, they gave way, and she pulled the fabric out of his pants, opening it completely before sliding her hands inside, feeling the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.
When the shirt fell from his shoulders, Maggie pulled back just enough to look.
His body was perfect in an almost unreal way—dense, well-defined muscles without excess bulk, sharp and precise lines standing out under the dim light. The broad chest tapered to an abdomen etched with firm ridges, subtle veins tracing his forearms and the V that descended to his narrow waist. It wasn't the overinflated gym-bro type; every muscle seemed sculpted with purpose for peak aesthetics and strength…
Maggie ran her hands slowly over his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of his pecs, descending over his abdomen, feeling the warm texture of the skin and the firmness beneath. Her green eyes darkened with desire, a flush rising from her neck to her cheeks.
"How do you manage to keep a body this perfect in a situation like this?" she murmured, almost voiceless, her fingers still exploring as if she wanted to memorize every inch.
"Well, I blame my genetics…" Jason replied, shrugging. "Looks like I've got good genes… plus being a genius…"
He perfectly understood the reason for the question. It had been several months since the outbreak that triggered the undead apocalypse; no sane person would expect anyone to maintain a physique like his without heavy training and proper nutrition.
He was an exception because of his [Perfect Condition] trait, which he still hadn't fully explored. Beyond keeping his attributes at the peak of human capacity and his senses razor-sharp, he had no idea what other effects that ability might hide. Still, he suspected it probably allowed him to preserve his body in ideal condition with minimal training and food.
But this wasn't the time to think about that…
Before Maggie could respond to his words, he cupped her face with both hands, pulling her back into a deeper kiss. Their tongues met again as his hands slid down her bare back, unhooking her bra with a simple motion. The fabric fell between them, and Maggie sighed against his mouth, her bare breasts pressing against his naked chest.
They looked into each other's eyes for a long second, noses touching, breaths mingling. Her eyes were full of desire, but also something softer, deeper—trust, surrender, and love.
Jason slid his hands to her waist, thumbs brushing the edge of her black panties.
They said nothing more. They simply looked at each other for a moment, until desire spoke louder.
The kiss returned with force, tongues meeting in an urgent, hungry rhythm, as if both needed to make up for lost time. Maggie pushed his chest with both hands, guiding him backward until Jason's back hit the mattress. She climbed on top of him without breaking contact, thighs spread around his hips, feeling his hardness press against the thin panties. The fabric was scant, almost nothing, and his heat came through directly, making her release a muffled sigh against his mouth.
Jason held her bare back with both hands, fingers splayed, feeling every muscle, every curve. In a quick, fluid motion, he flipped them over—now he was on top, weight supported on his forearms so as not to crush her. The kiss broke for an instant, just long enough for him to trail his lips down her neck. He kissed the warm skin, lightly nibbled the line of her collarbone, descended further, tracing a slow, wet path until he reached her breasts.
He cupped one with his left hand, thumb brushing the hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth. He sucked slowly at first, tongue circling the areola, then with more pressure, drawing the entire peak in while his right hand massaged the other breast, squeezing firmly but without hurting, thumb teasing the free nipple.
"Ah~"
Maggie arched her back, a low moan escaping her throat, fingers burying themselves in his hair, tugging lightly as her body trembled under his touch.
Jason moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her flat stomach and the soft curve of her hips. When he reached the black panties, he hooked his fingers under the edge and slowly pulled them down. Maggie lifted her hips to help, and the fabric slid down her thighs until it was completely removed.
He remained half-kneeling between her legs, eyes carefully roaming her naked body under the golden lamplight. Her fair skin glistened faintly with sweat; full breasts rose and fell with her quickened breathing, her stomach stayed flat, and her strong thighs remained spread, exposing her completely. Between them, her pussy glistened with the moisture slowly dripping along the slit. The delicate, thin lips shone under the warm light, while the small, swollen clit stood out at the top, sensitive and exposed. The surrounding skin was smooth and soft—it was a vision of paradise…
For a moment, Jason simply watched…
But Maggie had no patience left to wait. She sat up suddenly, hands going straight to his waist. She unbuckled his belt with quick fingers, pulled down the zipper, and helped slide the pants and underwear off together.
Jason snapped out of his reverie quickly and rose just enough to remove everything; the pants fell to the floor with a muffled sound…
His cock sprang free, and in this aspect too, he had been quite fortunate…
Maggie sat up abruptly on the bed, eyes fixed on his cock now fully exposed under the golden lamplight. For a second, she just stared, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. Though she had already imagined it, he was over 1.90m tall, body pure muscle without excess fat, every inch sculpted for strength and aesthetics—seeing it for real was something else entirely.
It was big. Very big.
She bit her lower lip hard, the flush rising from her neck to her cheeks. Her green eyes darkened even more, filled with pure desire. She reached out slowly, fingers wrapping around the base with care, feeling the intense heat, the steel-hard rigidity beneath the soft skin, the strong pulse against her palm. It was thick enough that she needed both hands to cover the full circumference, and even then there was room to spare. She stroked him slowly, from base to tip, spreading the clear fluid with her thumb, feeling every vein, every detail.
"My God, Jason…" she whispered, voice hoarse, almost reverent. "I already imagined you were big… but this is huge…"
"…Is it?" Jason feigned mild disinterest, raising an eyebrow as if it were no big deal, though his cock visibly throbbed in her hand. He added a bit hesitantly afterward: "We don't have any condoms here…"
Maggie smiled sideways, her gaze still locked on the thick member pulsing between her fingers. She squeezed lightly, feeling it throb harder.
"No need to worry…" she replied, voice husky and direct. "Today is a safe day…"
Jason held her gaze for another second, then nodded slowly. Desire overcame any hesitation. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft, slow, almost reverent—as if he wanted to savor the moment. Maggie responded with the same tenderness, hands sliding up his bare chest, exploring the defined muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her palms.
The kiss deepened gradually. Their tongues touched lightly at first, exploring, then with more urgency, hungry. Maggie moaned softly against his mouth, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as Jason explored her body with his hands—one sliding down her back to squeeze her firm ass, the other rising to a breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers.
Maggie slid her hands down his etched abdomen, feeling every ridge, every hard line, until she wrapped around his thick cock again, stroking slowly while the kiss grew wetter, more desperate.
Jason pulled back just enough to breathe, eyes dark with desire. He knelt between her spread legs, holding his cock at the base and rubbing the thick head against her wet pussy. The contact made Maggie arch her hips, a moan escaping as he slid the head between her swollen lips, coating himself in her warm wetness, slowly torturing her swollen clit.
"Please…" she whispered, voice trembling.
He pressed slowly. The thick head forced its way into her tight entrance, parting the delicate lips centimeter by centimeter. Maggie let out a long moan, fingers clutching the sheets as she felt the intense stretch—it was too big, too hot, filling her in a way that made every nerve burn with pleasure mixed with faint sting. Jason felt her warm, tight walls opening around him, slowly sucking him in, the wet heat enveloping the sensitive head like a silky fist.
He paused for a second, letting her adjust, his cock throbbing inside her. Then he pushed further, slowly, feeling every inch swallowed by her tight pussy. Maggie arched her back, breath ragged, body trembling as he sank deeper, filling her completely. The sensation for her was being stretched to the limit, the thick cock pressing against every sensitive spot, pleasure building so intensely it almost hurt…
Jason groaned hoarsely, feeling the delicious tightness around him, the wet heat swallowing every inch until finally he was fully inside, hips pressed to hers, cock buried to the base, pulsing hard inside her tight pussy.
They stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily, gazes locked.
Maggie felt him throbbing deep inside her—so full it seemed nothing more could fit. Jason felt her walls pulsing around his cock, gripping him like a hot, wet fist.
"You're… so big…" Maggie whispered, voice trembling with pleasure. "I feel so full…"
Jason leaned down, kissing her lips tenderly before beginning to move slowly, pulling out only a few inches before sinking back to the hilt.
The thick cock slid with difficulty at first, her tight pussy walls resisting his size, but the wet heat eased the way, enveloping every vein and every inch with silky, warm pressure. For her, it was overwhelming—an intense stretch teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure, as if he were opening space inside her that had never been filled that way before. Each slow thrust made the wide head rub deep, pressing against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure up her spine and exploding against her swollen clit.
"Ahh… Jason…" Maggie moaned low, voice hoarse and trembling, fingers digging into his back.
Jason felt the delicious grip around his cock, her inner walls pulsing and sucking him with every movement, warm wetness dripping down the base and soaking his balls. It was too tight, almost suffocating, but perfect—as if her pussy had been made for him. He gripped her hips firmly, maintaining the slow, deep rhythm, letting her feel every inch entering and exiting, the thick head opening the way repeatedly.
Maggie arched her back, breasts pressing against his chest, another moan escaping when he hit an especially sensitive spot inside her.
"Nnngh… like that… just like that…"
The rhythm gradually increased, thrusts growing longer, firmer. Jason pulled out almost completely, only the thick head remaining inside, before slamming back in fully, hips slapping against hers with a wet, obscene sound. Maggie felt every vein, every pulse, the huge cock stretching her to the maximum, rubbing every nerve ending at once. Pleasure built fast, hot, impossible to contain.
"Ahh… Jason… I'm going to… I'm going to come…"
The first orgasm hit hard, her entire body contracting, inner walls clamping down on his cock in rhythmic, hot, wet spasms. Maggie bit his shoulder to muffle the long moan, legs trembling around his waist as waves of pleasure crashed through her, juices flowing down his base and soaking the sheets.
Jason didn't stop. He kept fucking her through the orgasm, thrusts firm and steady, prolonging her pleasure until Maggie could barely breathe. He rolled them onto their sides, one of her legs over his, and continued thrusting deep, the new angle making the thick head rub even harder against her sensitive spot.
"More… please… more…" Maggie moaned, voice broken, eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
The second orgasm came faster, more intense. She buried her face in his neck, moaning against the warm skin as her whole body shook, nails scratching his broad back, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick cock as if trying to pull him even deeper.
Jason sped up, thrusts growing stronger, deeper, the wet sound of their bodies echoing in the silent room. He felt every contraction, every spasm, the tight heat sucking him, pushing him to the edge. Maggie came for the third time—a longer, almost painfully intense orgasm—her body arching against his, a hoarse, drawn-out moan escaping her parted lips.
"Jason… ahh… I can't take it anymore… so good…"
He couldn't hold back any longer. He gripped her hips hard, burying himself to the hilt one last time, cock pulsing powerfully as he came inside her. Hot, thick jets filled her tight pussy, overflowing around his shaft as he continued moving slowly, prolonging both their pleasure until the last spasm.
They stayed motionless for long minutes, panting, sweaty, still connected. Maggie felt his cock still throbbing inside her, the heat of his cum filling her completely, slowly leaking along the slit when he finally pulled out.
She turned her face, kissing his neck tenderly, voice hoarse and satisfied.
"I love you…" she whispered, simple, sincere, without fear.
Jason tightened his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
"I love you too, Maggie."
They stayed like that, entwined, the lamp burning low, the world outside forgotten for a few precious hours. That night, only the two of them existed—and that was all that mattered. All the desire they had built up during the week was finally sated that night…
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