DS Chapter 17

“Please… don’t smell it too much.”

Oh, come on, what nonsense is that? If I can’t smell it, what’s the point of sucking you off before you shower? I didn’t bother replying to his absurd request, instead burying my nose in his coarse pubic hair.

Yes, this is it. This is exactly it!

My toes curled, my palms tingled, and a jolt shot through my chest, making me let out a hazy, drawn-out moan. It felt so good.

His cock, already half-hard when he unzipped, was now fully erect, stiff and swollen. Seeing how it had grown so firm, like the size of my forearm, filled me with a strange sense of pride.

It’s standing without me even touching it? Pretending like he’s not into this, but he’s enjoying it, isn’t he? Playing hard to get, but look at him—his cock is already leaking precum.

He’s no different from me. Acting all proper and composed, but deep down, he’s just holding back. Once I start sucking him off with determination, his face will flush red, and he’ll start panting.

I rubbed my nose against his pubic hair, then licked up his erect shaft as if I were licking a melting soft-serve ice cream under the scorching summer sun.

His intense physical reactions helped me overcome any sense of embarrassment or awkwardness.

When his abs tensed, his breathing grew heavy, and the heat in his gaze as he looked down at me intensified… I took his cock fully into my mouth.

Even when Logan grabbed the back of my head and thrust roughly, I didn’t resist. His swollen tip scraped against my delicate throat, and though I felt the urge to gag, I held it in, anticipating the euphoric release that was soon to come.

And then, with a low groan, he came inside my mouth.

“Mmngh…”

I was the first to let out a lewd moan. Logan was still catching his breath, feeling the lingering effects of his release. He looked down at me with a bewildered expression.

But I didn’t care. I happily smiled, gulping down his semen and saliva, all while entertaining twisted thoughts about how amazing it would be if I could drink his blood too.

Logan, after ruffling my hair during his rough handling, gently smoothed it down before turning his back to me. His steps were hurried, as if he was afraid I’d grab him again.

Today, I let him go without protest. I’d already indulged enough in his thick scent, busy savoring the lingering taste in my mouth.

‘It’s a good thing Logan has so much stamina.’

Even when I begged for it multiple times a day, Logan easily satisfied my desires.

If he had been someone with less endurance, it would’ve been like squeezing water from a stone. He might have refused my demands and run away.

And if that happened, I’d suffer from such unbearable thirst and hunger that I’d probably end up doing something much worse. I’d demand blood if he wouldn’t give me his semen.

‘Once he’s done showering, I’ll ask for it again.’

I peeled off my clothes and lay down on the bed, placing my hand on my pounding chest. Whenever I was near Logan, I felt like I was in heat, like I was addicted to sex.

‘It’s only because the treatment isn’t complete yet. There’s no need to feel ashamed or upset. These desires will go away once I’m fully cured.’

That was the only comfort I had.

Whenever I felt disgusted or horrified by myself, I told myself that this wasn’t the real me. It was the fake me, infected by the zombie virus.

Who would criticize someone with food poisoning for having diarrhea? It’s natural for someone with a cold to cough and have a runny nose, right?

Just like that, I was simply sick right now. I was acting strangely because of the zombie virus. This insatiable hunger and sexual desire—it was all because of the illness.

Comforting myself with those thoughts, I seduced Logan when he came out of the shower.

“Hurry, let’s do it again. Come here.”

Logan, drying his wet hair with a towel, obediently approached me.

“Can you give me a little time to relax after I get home?”

“Sex is relaxing.”

“No one thinks that way.”

He grumbled, but as he walked toward the bed, his cock was already fully erect.

I was grateful for his healthy body, but also a bit amazed. He could come five times a day and still be full of energy.

If I weren’t in this state, could I have kept up with him? I’d probably have been the one to get exhausted and run away first.

But of course, no one else could satisfy me the way Logan did now.

After swallowing his semen twice with my mouth, and once more below, the long night finally came to an end.

Though the hunger wasn’t completely gone, my body was utterly exhausted, so much so that even lifting a finger felt impossible. My stamina just couldn’t keep up with my sexual desire—it was frustrating.

With a hint of regret, I clung to Logan, wrapping myself around him and inhaling his scent to ease my lingering hunger.

By the way, the gap between our beds, which had been about 50 cm apart, had long since vanished, leaving the two beds pressed firmly together.

“Logan, sleep well. Tonight was great. That moment when you shoved it deep into my throat and came right away was especially thrilling. Do it like that again next time.”

“…Goodnight.”

I left a casual remark just before falling asleep, though Logan tried to brush it off, avoiding the conversation.

As my eyelids began to droop, Logan, watching me closely, gently stroked my hair.

“You’ve been cooped up in this room every day. Tomorrow’s the weekend—how about we go out somewhere far? A change of scenery might be nice.”

“Mmh…”

I nodded absentmindedly. I had planned to spend the whole weekend sucking, licking, and biting Logan, but… the post-sex drowsiness and the effects of the medicine kicked in, and I passed out without saying another word.

Even as I was on the verge of blacking out, Logan’s gentle, warm hand continued to stroke my head.

* * *

It had been a while since I’d gone out. I don’t mean just a walk around the house, but a real outing.

The weather was perfect. Picture-perfect white clouds floated across the blue sky.

I rested my cheek against the car window, staring blankly up at the sky as the car rattled along the broken roads. The roads, left unrepaired, felt more like forest trails, and I started to feel a little queasy.

‘Has it really been two months already?’

Two months had passed since the day I woke up at the zombie research lab and was discharged with Logan.

The first two weeks were a blur, spent trying to understand the situation and recover my strength. After that, time flew by because I was constantly having sex with Logan.

‘I was so caught up in the sex that I neglected everything else.’

As I gazed out at the scenery, I realized just how obsessed I had become with sex.

The absence of intact street trees and the broken-down houses and roads had made me oblivious to the fact that we lived in a middle-class suburban neighborhood.

I had thought we were in some run-down, Harlem-like area, but it turned out to be a wealthy district. It just didn’t look that way because no one had maintained it.

Once we left the housing district, a wide, multi-lane road appeared.

We passed under an overpass that looked like it could collapse at any moment, with exposed rebar sticking out, and beyond a park overgrown with jungle-like weeds.

“…It’s a big city.”

A forest of buildings came into view. Not quite the same as it used to be, though.

The towering skyscrapers of concrete and steel had now given way to nature. The once-shattered surface of the city, broken by the zombie apocalypse, was now covered in green plants.

The rotting stench of zombie corpses, abandoned cars, and cracked asphalt roads were all covered by fresh greenery, like bandages over scars, hiding the horrific aftermath.

It was a desolate, lonely, yet oddly peaceful scene.

“No zombies here?”

“This is a safe zone. It’s still a good idea to carry a gun, just in case.”

“So, are the zombies gone?”

“The eastern region is pretty secure, but the western part and the Mexican border are still at war. There are still a lot of new infections.”

At least that was some relief. Humans were winning the war against zombies.

But they said this war would haunt us for a long time.

Only 5% of the population was immune, and though treatments and vaccines were being developed, new forms of the zombie virus were constantly emerging from Mexico and China.

Recently, there was a major uproar when a new strain of the zombie virus, which spread through the respiratory system, was discovered in China’s Shandong Province. The idea that the virus could be transmitted through breathing rather than biting was truly shocking.

In the face of this bleak reality, I muttered in a defeated voice.

“Maybe only immune people will survive in the end.”

“…There are new treatments coming out all the time. We’ll win. You’ve been infected for over a year, and you’re cured now, right?”

Logan held my hand as he spoke, trying to give me hope.

‘Am I really cured?’

I wasn’t sure. It still felt like there was a red-eyed monster lurking inside me, waiting for the right moment to take over again.

The moment I let my guard down, it would open its gaping black maw and swallow my soul. Then I’d become a horrible zombie again, stripped of life’s brilliance, with no value or meaning left.

But I hid the truth and smiled at him.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

Sunlight streamed into the car, making Logan’s eyes sparkle like river stones. His warm gaze soaked into me.

My mouth felt dry and scratchy, like when you tell a lie. It felt like I was walking a tightrope, doing everything I could to avoid falling into a bottomless abyss.

‘I just want to live a little longer… like this, without thinking about anything.’

One thing was clear: I wanted to live.

I wanted to feel his gentle touch, his tender gaze, the warmth of his body, the sweetness of his scent, and the deep, soothing tone of his voice.

I wasn’t ready to give up yet. I didn’t want to become a zombie. I wanted to spend more time with Logan—just like this.

My heart pounded fiercely. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, a surge of survival instinct, happiness, and hunger all at once.

“Let’s have car sex.”