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🕑 Added 2025-08-30 21:12:34 +0000 UTCEP. 11. Ordinary Clothes, Extraordinary Body, and Zombies (2)
Every time Aunt took a step, her freed breasts bounced ♡
Whenever she habitually crossed her arms, her upper chest, swelling upwards, would bounce-boing ♡
On top of that, her thighs and the clear “axe mark” (groin line) above her shorts, which were no different from short leggings, were on full display.
After holding out for quite a while, my rationality finally surrendered, and my lust-filled eyes began to chase after Aunt.
Pretending to gather information on my phone, I stole glances out of the corner of my eye at her seductive, almost indecent, figure.
Doing this, I almost forgot about the despairing reality of the “zombie apocalypse.”
‘Seriously… How can that be the body of a forty-year-old woman… No, it’s a scam that she looks like that without any editing.’
While I was internally marveling at Aunt’s explosive but flawless figure, she finished hanging the washed clothes on the drying rack and then headed to the kitchen.
“Minwoo, should we start getting dinner ready?”
“Yes, Aunt. I’ll help too.”
Following Aunt, who was about to start dinner preparations, I stood up, chasing after her swaying, braless chest and her just as captivatingly wiggling butt.
But then-
Something happened that dragged both Aunt and me back to harsh reality.
Thud!
A dull sound came from behind us as we were heading to the kitchen.
Both Aunt and I turned our heads at the same time and saw the shadow of a person hanging upside down on the living room curtain.
At the same time, through the tightly closed glass window, we heard a beastly noise.
Kehhhheeeek! Krrrk thud... thud...
After a sharp howl, the zombie’s flailing limbs began to bang against the glass.
For a moment, I was frozen by the totally unexpected attack(?), but then a tingling sensation shot through my head, and my rational, logical thinking became razor sharp.
Immediately, I dashed toward the baseball bat and the spear I’d left near the sofa.
“Aunt, take this and stay behind me. If I call you, come help.”
“O-okay... got it.”
I handed Aunt the bat and grabbed the spear, then approached the curtain.
As I heard Aunt’s quickened breathing behind me, I pulled the curtain aside.
Swishhhh
Kyaaaaah!! Thudthudthud! Clackclackclack!
The moment the curtain disappeared, a female zombie who’d spotted us went wild, literally freaking out.
Her bloodied mouth clacked her teeth together, which was disgusting, but I quickly opened the window the zombie was banging on.
If the glass broke from repeated impacts, it would be a big problem in many ways.
Screeech
As the window-already smeared with dark blood stains and even showing a few cracks-opened, the first thing that hit me was a fishy, musty corpse smell.
“Ugh...”
That smell made me instinctively grimace, and the “zombie,” which had seemed unreal, suddenly became a harsh reality. I closely examined the thing stretching its arm into the house.
I scanned the upside-down, flailing zombie up and down for five seconds.
It wasn’t much time to deduce anything, but with my app-enhanced brain working fast, I came to a conclusion.
This was just a random accident.
‘Judging by the rope tangled around its ankle, it must’ve been wandering the rooftop, got caught in a rope, and fell. And the rope just happens to stop right in front of our window... what are the odds.’
Next, although this accidental event was absurd, I decided not to cut the rope right away. Instead, I used the spear to slowly spin the zombie by its thigh.
I wanted to find a more effective way to deal with the thing hanging from the rope, and also take the opportunity to safely observe a zombie up close.
So, with the kitchen knife attached to the end of the spear, I began “investigating” by poking the zombie, whose side had already been ripped open.
Stab! Kahhooo!
Stab! Guwoooork!
As I repeatedly stabbed, the zombie’s cries grew increasingly bizarre.
After dozens of stabs that left cuts all over its body except the head, I confirmed a fact that hadn’t been proven yet:
No matter how deeply you stab its limbs or even its heart, a zombie doesn’t die.
‘As expected, you have to destroy the brain or cut off the head, huh?’
Ssscrape...
Thinking that clichés exist for a reason, I pulled the knife out from between what looked like B-cup breasts.
Just then, I saw a horde of zombies drawn by the sound of their fellow’s suffering.
There were at least fifty of them.
Screeech! Guoooo...
With the sun still up, their eyes squinted as they looked up at our apartment, rotten blood dripping down.
Every time the test subject’s wounded mouth made a gurgling sound, the zombies on the first floor howled in response. I wondered why they were just hanging around the apartment entrance.
‘They came all the way here, drawn by the noise, so why aren’t they coming up? Are they just dumb?’
So I opened a window a bit farther from the test subject and looked down.
I saw a barricade at the entrance to the 3rd and 4th line of our building.
And it wasn’t just a pile of random junk-it was a sturdy barricade made of wooden furniture and large appliances like refrigerators.
This meant-
There was at least one survivor in our building with the knowledge and guts to build a proper barricade on the first floor.
Maybe even a group.
‘There definitely wasn’t a barricade last night. That means they built all that during the early morning...’
I briefly wondered if it would be worth it to try to contact whoever had blocked the entrance.
But I decided it was too dangerous to attract any more attention from zombies or survivors, so I stabbed the kitchen knife into the black eye of test subject #1.
Squelch! Kerrrk...
The blade, boosted by “Weapon Mastery,” pierced the black eyeball and split the brain, and the zombie froze with a dying shriek.
Its body convulsed for a moment, then went limp.
What had been a “corpse” now became a true corpse-test subject #1.
As expected, the “brain” was the weak point.
Now it was time to send it back to its kind.
Right after that-
I sawed the rope with the blade of the kitchen knife, moving the spear back and forth dozens of times.
Saw, saw, saw... snap!
The rope, tangled at about ceiling height, broke, and test subject #1’s corpse began to fall.
Soon after,
Thud! The body crashed down onto the horde of zombies below.
I saw several unlucky zombies crushed beneath the burst-open body of test subject #1.
Pinned by a 50kg body falling from the 7th floor, their upper bodies were smashed and black fluid spilled everywhere.
Watching that, I felt not disgust, but a kind of satisfaction.
I’d never hunted before, but the feeling I had now didn’t seem all that different.
‘Is this because of the “Fear Immunity” skill?’
Meanwhile, while Kim Minwoo was experimenting with the zombie hanging from the rope, Lee Hyeyeon, watching, saw things a bit differently.
The disgusting zombie, flailing its limbs and clacking its teeth.
And Kim Minwoo, stabbing it over and over, desperately trying to get it off the window.
He must be just as scared as she was, since it was his first time too, but he was risking his life and fighting head-on...
Feelings of gratitude, admiration, guilt, and maternal affection all swirled inside her.
‘Minwoo’s risking his life and working so hard-I need to find a way to help too...’
A little later.
As soon as I closed the window and drew the curtain again, my phone vibrated three times in my pocket.
Bzzz bzzz bzzz...
‘No way...’
Since I didn’t have any active quests, I thought it might be an urgent call from my mom and quickly pulled out my phone.
I saw three notifications from the “MILF Collector” app, all marked with an “M.”
[Congratulations! You have achieved the achievement “First Blood: Kill 1 Zombie.” You have received 3 MP as a reward.]
[Congratulations! You have achieved the achievement “Already a Handful: Kill 5 Zombies.” You have received 5 MP as a reward.]
[Congratulations! You have achieved the achievement “Simultaneous Kill (4): Kill 4 Zombies at once.” You have received 15 MP as a reward.]
While checking out the features yesterday, I’d seen the “Achievements” system full of “???” and ignored it, but now it had appeared.
‘So that’s what achievements are... Wait, 23 MP?’
As I was pondering the mystery of achievements and the 23 MP I’d just received as a reward-
Squeeze ♡
I felt a soft sensation on my lower back.
Aunt, who’d been watching from behind, had come up and hugged me from behind.
Then, in a slightly watery voice, she spoke.
“Minwoo, are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere, right?”
“I’m fine, Aunt. I’m totally fine.”
“Really? That’s a relief... How do you feel?”
Even after I said I was fine, Aunt turned me around and looked me over from head to toe.
Then, looking into my eyes, she suddenly asked about my “feelings,” her gaze full of concern.
At that moment,
A little voice inside me whispered.
Now’s your chance.
“Aunt... Even though I know they’re zombies, I... kuh...”
