Apocalypse Tyrant

A Cat in a Cage (4)

The loud sound of rummaging through the third-floor office.

I opened the desk drawer, looking at Cha Seolhee, who was quite diligently searching the desk across from me.

[Donated Book Management Manual]

Kung―!

Library documents that were completely useless in this situation.

There were not many useful items in the drawer illuminated by the flashlight, as expected.

At most, there were candles that seemed to be for decoration, extra small flashlights, a blanket, and a few bags of snacks that seemed to be for munching.

“How is it? Did you find anything useful?”

“…I don’t know.”

Kkiik―!

The atmosphere seemed like Cha Seolhee’s side was also a bust, so I roughly stopped searching and threw myself into the chair.

The chair, which let me bury my back with a fairly fluffy cushioning.

I ripped open a bag of snacks I found on the desk and pointed the flashlight at her.

Cha Seolhee, stopping her search and raising her head at the bright light shining on her face, 왔다 갔다 왔다 갔다 as if playing.

“Why? Do you want one too?”

“…”

I asked because she seemed to be quietly looking at the snack I was eating, but she didn’t answer.

Seeing that she also slowly sat down in the chair at my cue to roughly stop searching, I popped the snack back into my mouth with a Wasak―.

A crunchy texture and sweet cream filling spread in my mouth at the same time.

A smile naturally formed on my lips at the stable taste the snack gave me.

Wasak― Wasak―

The sound of chewing snacks quietly echoing in the office, which had entered a kind of lull.

Only after I finished the whole bag of snacks did I slowly open my mouth.

“You seem to care a lot about your sister?”

A light question thrown out casually.

“…Of course.”

Her answer came immediately from across the room.

“She’s my only family, of course I care about her.”

…Only?

My head automatically tilted at the answer that sounded a bit meaningful.

I clearly remember her calling for her mother just before she died, but her only family?

“If she heard that, your mother would be very upset.”

“…Ah, Mother.”

Only after my pointing it out did she mention her mother.

“…I’m not really worried about Mother.”

“Why? Because she’ll be with Father?”

“…Hmm.”

Cha Seolhee, dragging out the end of her words, clearly showing that she didn’t really want to talk about it.

I realized it was kind of a self-deprecating joke, and was momentarily speechless.

“…I just know Mother will be alive.”

It seemed like she gave a supplementary explanation after seeing my expression, but it was an even more ambiguous answer.

“Is your mother perhaps a high-ranking government official or a special agent?”

“No.”

Cha Seolhee, letting out a ridiculous hollow laugh at my question and answering.

“Then on what basis are you so sure that your mother is alive?”

“…A feeling?”

She shrugged her shoulders and even raised her eyebrows at my question.

My eyebrows naturally twitched at the Q&A that became more of a mystery the more I asked.

Come to think of it―

Cha Seolhee and Cha Hayan sisters were so famous, but I had never heard of the idol sisters’ parents.

Not even once on those common variety shows that were pouring out like self-replicating these days.

High Queens steadily appeared on variety shows to promote their new songs, but no matter how much I searched my memory, I couldn’t remember them mentioning their parents.

Parents who gave birth to sisters with such nationwide beauty, and top idol sisters at that.

It’s a topic that the public can’t help but be curious about…

And those broadcasting station guys, who are crazy about topics, never touched that topic?

…There’s definitely something here.

Apart from her attitude, the more I thought about it, the clearer the distinct incongruity became.

Clearly, the ‘very strong fear of loss’ that was most emphasized in her submission factors.

And why, in the existence of family, which would occupy the largest part of the fear of loss.

Why is Cha Hayan included, but Mother and Father are not included?

“So, is this the end of the immigration check?”

When I raised my head from quietly pondering, her gaze, looking at me with a calm expression, entered.

A question that sounded quite meaningful, as if she had been expecting something.

It seemed that she also roughly guessed the purpose of this office search.

“Rather than an immigration check, wouldn’t it be more like ice breaking?”

“…At this point?”

Cha Seolhee let out a hollow laugh continuously with eyes wide open in absurdity.

“Isn’t the order messed up to the level of a soap opera?”

“These days, faster is the trend.”

“If it’s this fast, even the writers will be criticized to death.”

“If you watch American dramas instead of Korean dramas, they have sex first, right?”

“This is Korea, Mr. Han Segye.”

Cha Seolhee, firmly denying my words, made a surprised expression as if acting, and pointed her finger at me.

“Huh?! That rude rapist from back then?!”

A sentence I’ve heard a lot, with a very strange word added.

This time, I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

“I don’t think I remember raping you.”

“Then let’s call it attempted rape.”

A retort that won’t let me have the last word until the end made a more intense hollow laugh leak out.

“I feel like you’re subtly insulting me, is this just my imagination?”

“I’m the type of person who has to return what I receive, so I don’t kick the blankets at night.”

“Aha.”

I nodded and continued to speak to Cha Seolhee.

Hearing those words―

“Makes me want to give you more, you know?”

At the end of my words, the playful atmosphere that had continued was cut off.

When I flicked my hand towards her, she frowned, but eventually got up from the chair.

Ttubeok― Ttubeok―

She walks towards me, following the flashlight that guides the way like a stage light.

No matter how much she snarls and resists, she can’t ultimately defy me, who is part of the contract.

“Sit.”

Kkiik―!

At my instruction, she sat down leaning against me in a similar posture to last night.

The chair, which had screamed slightly when I sat down, let out the same sound again with the added weight.

“Haa―”

I buried my head in her hair, freely smelling the body scent that came back into me.

A slender body that nestled snugly along my thighs, stomach, and chest.

Tuk―! Tuk―!

Elegant curves and a sweet body scent.

I gently unbuttoned her white shirt, enjoying the touch and smell at the same time.

Her body, conveying her tension through faint tremors every time I unbuttoned one.

Tuk―!

I unbuttoned the last button and pulled out the hem of the shirt that was hidden inside her jeans.

“…Hik―!”

Her smooth stomach, completely exposed to the outside.

She trembled even more at the touch of my hand blatantly stroking her bare skin, not her shirt.

I buried my head in her hair and continued to play with her stomach.

Every time I caressed her smooth stomach, a small hole brushed against my fingertips.

I put my finger in her belly button and swirled it in a circle.

“Heuk―! Wh, what are you doing!”

She couldn’t stand this, and she whispered hurriedly, slightly shaking her body.

Jjok―!

I smiled slightly at her cute reaction, kissed her head, and slowly stroked my hand up.

Tuk―!

A soft touch that blocked my hand that was slithering like a snake.

“I can’t even see what kind of bra you’re wearing in this position.”

I slightly squeezed the bulging breast, and a mysterious sensation lingered on my fingertips.

The touch of the bra covering the breast, and a slightly different chewy touch.

The upper part of the breast that the bra couldn’t cover greeted my thumb and index finger.

“So you tell me.”

“…It, it’s just a bra.”

“What color is it?”

“…White.”

Cha Seolhee, whispering in a voice that you wouldn’t be able to hear if you weren’t concentrating on the shame-inducing question.

I whispered softly in her ear, as if following her voice.

“Take it off.”

At my command, Cha Seolhee hesitated for a moment, then bent both hands behind her waist.

Tuk― Tuk―!

The sound of the hook being unfastened and the sound of the bra rubbing against bare skin.

As soon as her bra disappeared, I immediately grabbed her breast.

“…Heuk―!”

A reaction that popped out immediately, perhaps because of the strength of my grip, which was quite strong.

I ignored her reaction and continued to fondle her breasts.

A fun sensation that clung to my fingers as I fondled them.

I continued to fondle her breasts, feeling a strange addiction to the touch.

Just fondling it continuously made me feel strangely comfortable.

Only after fully enjoying this feeling did I understand why slime was so popular at one time.

“Heuk―!”

And another touch that my hand, which was getting bored of just fondling the breasts, caught.

I changed the target to her nipple and squeezed it a little harder, and she immediately flinched like a fish.

“I, it hurts―!”

I ignored her complaints again and continued to play with her nipple inside my fingers.

I felt her nipple getting harder at the sensation of gently rolling the nipple between my fingers.

Her nipple, standing up nicely to play with, as if asking to be touched more.

It was the perfect toy to spend this free time.

If there’s only one thing that’s disappointing―

“…It almost fits in my hand.”

It was a pretty noticeable flaw from the perspective of someone who heard that the bigger the breasts, the better.

“This is easily above the average for Korean women, you know?”

She answered as if she was dumbfounded, perhaps hearing my complaint.

“Aren’t you bringing down the average that Cha Hayan raised?”

“…You’re saying some pretty rude things.”

“I just learned a little from someone a while ago.”

“…”

This time, I won, perhaps, and Cha Seolhee chose silence without saying anything.

I smiled slightly and continued to fondle her breasts.

It was just a touch that made me want to keep touching it more and more strangely.

Not the size of the breasts, but the insane addiction of the perfectly shaped breasts.

But I didn’t have to tell her this.

“…Heuk―! Stop fondling me now!”

“Why? Didn’t you do this with your boyfriend? Did you go straight to the main game?”

Cha Seolhee, for the first time, turned her head and stared at me at the question that subtly began the exploration.

“Why do you assume I have a boyfriend?”

“Hey~ You’re still denying it even at a time like this.”

A job sickness is a job sickness for a reason.

I smiled at Cha Seolhee, who was narrowing her eyes at me, and said.

“As expected, a professional idol. As expected, Cha Seolhee. Your professionalism is still strong.”

“…You’re making a somewhat annoying misunderstanding.”

A sharper reaction than I thought, even with the continued banter.

I narrowed my eyes as if following her and tilted my head.

“Hey~ Surely the great Cha Seolhee?”

“Because I’m the great Cha Seolhee.”

“…Huh?”

Isn’t the idol world an animal kingdom where good-looking men and women, recognized by everyone, gather?

“I’m not an animal, you know?”

“Suddenly what nonsense―”

“I’m a human who knows how to save the most powerful weapon for as long as possible.”

Cha Seolhee continued to speak, quietly looking at me.

“Do you know the saying, ‘If you’re going to do it, do it with a red skirt’?”

“Suddenly a hanja class?”

“It’s not hanja, it’s a proverb. Of course, it’s also a four-character idiom―”

Anyway.

“‘If you’re going to do it, do it with a red skirt’ means that if the price is the same, a virgin is better than a widow or a married woman. It means that from a long time ago, the most expensive time for a woman is the first time.”

“…”

“I’m not a fool who would cut my own value. And I’m not one of those empty-headed girls who waste that value playing around with other idols.”

“…Oh.”

It was almost the first time I was speechless while talking to her.

“…I never imagined I would have this kind of conversation with Cha Seolhee.”

“What can I do? This is now my best selling point.”

Huh.

I quietly admired her, forgetting to fondle her breasts at her nonchalant words.

I think it’s really absurd, but if the subject of that thought is Cha Seolhee―

“It’s strangely persuasive.”

So― Cha Seolhee is now―

Just organizing the words she said made my breathing rough.

So Cha Seolhee is a virgin right now.

As she said, she’s at her most expensive, highest point of value.

“Wow.”

I involuntarily exclaimed, and at the same time, my dick became hard as if it would burst.

The first man to take the first time, and Cha Seolhee’s first time at that.

The fact that it was me made my head dizzy with an insane feeling of satisfaction.

Even at a time like this, an unbearable curiosity came to mind.

Then―

“…Is Cha Hayan also, by any chance?”

At my low question, Cha Seolhee smiled slightly and replied.

“Hayan always listened to me well.”

“…Oh.”

My breathing became so rapid that I couldn’t maintain my composure any longer.

I instinctively fondled her breasts again and blatantly rubbed my stiff dick against her buttocks, which were leaning against me.

Her buttocks, as if to seduce me, even in the act of my dick blatantly rubbing against her buttocks.

I bit my lip with my last bit of patience and muttered.

“Hearing that you’re a virgin makes my motivation go crazy.”

“I said it on purpose for that.”

Cha Seolhee slightly moved her buttocks forward, as if giving and taking away bait.

Thanks to that, my dick, which lost its place to rub, rubbed against the air.

“That’s why I don’t understand it even more. I definitely thought you would attack the College of Agriculture (농과대) right away today, based on your attitude yesterday.”

A question indirectly asking what we were doing here right now.

I smiled faintly at her question and shrugged.

“Ah, that? That’s that, and this is this.”

“…Yes?”

I pointed up with one hand that was touching her breast and continued.

“Now I’ve decided to develop my imagination. In a situation where there are mutants like cockroaches crawling on the ceiling, it wouldn’t be surprising if some Hulk came out, right?”

So―

“The outside is not a completely safe area for me yet. At times like this, if I get impatient, I’ll be the one to fall.”

I took my hand away and fondled her breasts again, looking up at the ceiling.

“First, I plan to completely take over the library and make it our base camp. And we’ll have to stock up on food by raiding the College of Education (사범대) or nearby convenience stores. Then, naturally, our area of activity will gradually expand.”

Then, in the end―

“We’ll reach the College of Agriculture even if no one wants us to. We can get Cha Hayan back then.”

“No― Wait a minute―!”

Cha Seolhee, protesting vehemently as soon as my words ended.

She twisted her body roughly and looked back at me.

“That’s different from the promise―! How am I supposed to know when that will be―”

“What promise?”

“You really―!”

“The promise I made was to save Cha Hayan, I didn’t say when I would save her, did I?”

Squeezing her breast tightly as if to reassure her.

But it didn’t seem to have much effect, and eyes with sparks flying Tak― Tak― were glaring at me as if to pierce me.

“Why? I just used the ambiguity of the deal a little.”

Like you do.

Like you do, saying you’ll give me your all, but being ambiguous.

At my whispering, I saw her immediately opening her mouth to refute.

“Don’t worry, Seolhee-ya. Cha Hayan will never die.”

But my whispering, faster than that, reached her ears.

“Just like a mutant suddenly appeared, think about it by developing your imagination a little.”

With the clues you have right now.

The clues Cha Seolhee talked about regarding Cha Hayan.

“Why did Hayan say she was safe and rather worry about you? Of course― it could be because that’s Cha Hayan’s nature to be kind, but if you think about it, it’s a little strange, isn’t it?”

The current situation, full of conditions that are too harsh for an ordinary person to endure.

And the reason why Cha Hayan talked about safety from the worst zombies, who are no different from humans except for their lack of intelligence.

“You could imagine it like this. There’s someone similar to me on Cha Hayan’s side too.”

The Avenger you mentioned is also at the College of Agriculture, not just the library.

She, her expression unchanged even at the ensuing joke, her face hardening.

“And if there’s a guy or a girl similar to me at the College of Agriculture, would I be able to get Cha Hayan from them with a haha hoho?”

I leaned my head deeper towards her and continued.

“Imagine, Seolhee-ya. Would you be able to get her back because you’re Cha Hayan’s family?”

Cha Seolhee, who had been listening to my words, opened her mouth blankly.

I whispered again to her, who was starting to waver quite a bit.

“That’s why I said Cha Hayan will never die.”

No, Cha Hayan can’t die even if she wants to.

What idiot― would kill Cha Hayan.

“Don’t you think so?”

Her face, getting worse as if imagining something.

I expressed sympathy for her as if I understood her.

“Let’s hold on a little longer, Seolhee-ya. Of course, I can’t imagine the feeling of losing your one and only sister.”

“If the image Hayan showed on broadcasts wasn’t acting, then your worries are understandable.”

“Such a kind child is surviving among men who are becoming beasts.”

“As you know, it’s almost impossible to become a case like you in such a moment.”

“Men, if they can eat a pretty woman, they’ll stick their dick in first, right?”

Like you said.

“Men are quite simple creatures, aren’t they?”

A smile on my face as I imagine something―

A sticky fear lingered on her face.

“How many days would it take for a man to turn into a beast?”

I clicked my tongue with a playful question.

Ttok― Ttak― Ttok― Ttak―

Ttok― Ttak― Ttok― Ttak―

The indifferent flow of time that no one can stop.

Her eyes looking at me become the pendulum of a clock and shake.

Ttokttak― Ttokttak― Ttokttak― Ttokttak―

The hour and minute hands accelerating along with the increasingly faster pendulum.

Her pupils trembling, unable to distinguish between moving left and right―

Ttak―!

Finally, her pupils stop quietly, following the last loud click of my tongue.

Her frail trembling, just blankly looking up at me.

Her body was trembling so shallowly and quickly, fearing something, compared to her quietly still face.

I didn’t add any other words here.

After all, it was her job to imagine and fear the worst situation.

I just―

“Unnie, I’m sorry.”

‘Hayan-ah, I’m sorry.’

I just dug up her hell and gave her a little help.

I gently stroked the bandage covering her stigma so that she could feel it more clearly.

Her body, trembling more violently the more I stroked her bandage.

“Still, it’s a relief.”

‘Because I know Hayan better than anyone else.’

I gathered the clues Cha Seolhee had dropped and imitated an even frailer voice.

“That Unnie didn’t have to go through this.”

‘Because Hayan is that kind of kid.’

“…Aah―”

She, finally shedding frail tears, bowed her head deeply and cried.

“Aaaaah― Heuk―! Heukheukheuk―!”

Tear drops falling incessantly on the floor and a sad gesture of heaving her shoulders sadly.

“Do you understand now, Seolhee-ya?”

“The most important thing for you is not whether Cha Hayan is alive or not―”

“It’s how Cha Hayan is alive.”

“Heukheukheuk―! Heukheuk―!”

I grabbed her chin, which was constantly shedding tears, and lifted it.

She, crying so sadly with red eyes and nose, fearing something.

I stared intently into her eyes and met her trembling eyes.

Her fear, her worries, her impatience, and her sadness because of it, are all her share.

So―

Changing this is also solely her share.

Only―

“Only you can save Hayan.”

I whispered incessantly to her eyes and ears like a spell.

Like imprinting, like engraving, like becoming an indelible stigma in the end.

“Only you can save Hayan.”

How.

“Only you can beg to save Hayan.”

She, just blankly listening to my words and crying.

I remember her crying tears of joy after winning first place on a music show someday.

She was crying, making her face look pretty, just like now.

But there was a sincerity that was on a different level from then.

I whispered, licking the clear tear marks on her face.

No matter how much I think about it, you and I meeting―

Is your greatest misfortune, and my greatest fortune.

So―

“Now really give it to me.”

Cha Seolhee.

“Your everything.”

Apocalypse Gaslighting Tyrant (폭군).

A Cat in a Cage.