Even Zombies Have Fandoms

Chapter 102

Watching quietly, Seokjae became newly aware that he had brought Muyoung to this state.

‘Feels damn good.’

Though they expressed it differently, Muyoung was experiencing a satisfaction similar to Seokjae’s.

‘It feels like I’m lying on clouds…’

His vision still sparkled dizzily, his entire body tingled, and his lower half was damp. In some ways, these were all sensations that should have been unpleasant. But there were elements that made all of this feel good enough to imagine he was lying on clouds.

Seokjae’s scent, and one more thing.

‘It’s warm…’

Seokjae’s body heat.

Muyoung didn’t have the presence of mind to determine whether this warmth was an illusion or not. No, he didn’t want to find out. If it truly was an illusion, the moment he realized it wasn’t real, it would disappear. To enjoy this comfort for even a little longer, he deliberately suppressed his reason.

‘Ah, this feels so good~’

In this state, it wouldn’t be strange to describe Muyoung as intoxicated by the languidness that followed his climax. With his senses half-loosened, he instinctively nuzzled his cheek against Seokjae’s chest.

An affectionate gesture that seemed to have no sexual intent whatsoever.

Crunch.

But Seokjae had to clench his teeth so hard that veins popped in his neck. Though he had anticipated this would happen, desire boiled up more painfully than he’d expected. To overcome it, he bit his tongue so hard it bled.

‘Fuck. My dick’s about to burst. Go down already.’

* * *

Splash, splash.

The sound of water from the sink and fabric being scrubbed vigorously spread around them. After Muyoung, who had been purring like a cat high on catnip, came to his senses and stiffly offered repeated apologies and thanks to Seokjae, the remaining task was washing his underwear.

‘I suppose I should be grateful this is all I need to clean up…’

Though it was embarrassing to even think about, Seokjae had caught his semen in his hand, so there wasn’t much else to clean up.

Of course, as soon as Muyoung regained his senses, he was horrified and wiped Seokjae’s hand thoroughly with a lab coat, then washed it with soap until it was completely clean. His pants didn’t need any attention—wearing loose ones had been a stroke of genius.

But the underwear hadn’t survived. Muyoung decided to hand wash it, as it seemed wrong to just throw away soiled underwear somewhere, yet too gross to pack it as is.

Scrub, scrub, scrub.

As he rubbed the soaped briefs with determination to leave no trace, he became acutely aware of being without underwear. At the same time, it hit him that what had just happened was real.

‘S-so friends sometimes give each other handjobs, I’ve heard, but I never thought I’d be doing something like that with hyung. And with the kids sleeping right there… Ha, I’ve really gone crazy.’

Fortunately, the children were sound asleep, as this was their first rest after surviving several near-death experiences. They seemed to be sleeping so deeply that they wouldn’t wake up for anything minor—they hadn’t even stirred despite the loud water noises continuing.

Actually, Seokjae had checked on them several times when Muyoung couldn’t think straight, so he probably didn’t need to worry.

‘No, still… I wasn’t human, I was an animal. Well, I haven’t been human for a while now.’

Though it was Seokjae who had proposed it, in the end, it was his own will that hadn’t properly refused.

But it had been irresistible. It felt too good to refuse! Having barely masturbated a few times, his immunity to pleasure was nearly zero, so it had been impossible to maintain his reason.

‘It was completely different from doing it alone. Because it was someone else’s hand? Or was it because it was hyung’s hand?’

As the pleasure he had felt then naturally came back to him in sequence, he felt heat rising to his face.

Muyoung pressed the back of his wet hand against his cheek. Despite feeling the pressure of his flesh being pushed in, pressing a few more times yielded no change. He couldn’t feel what he wanted—the coolness of hands chilled by cold water, or his heated body temperature.

‘I guess that warmth earlier was an illusion after all.’

Right before climaxing, a heat had surged through him so intensely that his vision had blurred. Plus the warmth he felt while being held in Seokjae’s arms. But it seems all of it had been his imagination. With disappointment, Muyoung stared quietly at his hand.

Actually, when he first became a zombie, learning that he couldn’t feel temperature had been cause for celebration. After all, he wouldn’t have to feel the terrible heat. Though it was strange not to experience sensations that should naturally follow, he gradually got used to it over time and had been quite satisfied.

But now, for the first time, he felt regret for his lost sense—because he couldn’t feel Seokjae’s body heat.

‘I really am a hardcore fan…’

As Muyoung was wringing out his thoroughly washed underwear while muttering to himself, he tilted his head at a sudden question. But before his thoughts could progress to the next stage, a large hand smelling strongly of soap landed on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”

It was Seokjae, who had been quietly watching what Muyoung was doing.

When the person who had told him to rest suddenly made his presence known, Muyoung flinched and shook his shoulders in surprise, then quickly shook his head.

“N-no. It’s nothing.”

He couldn’t honestly admit that he was just feeling disappointed about not being able to feel Seokjae’s body heat. Especially not to the person himself.

Seeing Muyoung’s awkward smile that seemed to be trying to brush it off, Seokjae raised one eyebrow.

‘What is it? He definitely had a dissatisfied look on his face.’

Seokjae thought the change that would come from this incident would surely benefit their relationship. Muyoung was sensitive to stimulation, and he had seemed very satisfied with his touch.

Glance.

See, even now. Muyoung was pretending not to, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Seokjae’s hand.

‘As I thought, he doesn’t have room to think of anything but me right now.’

Therefore, that expression earlier must have been related to him. But no matter how much he thought about it, nothing specific came to mind, so Seokjae’s face gradually became as sullen as Muyoung’s dissatisfied emotion.

“Um… hyung.”

Meanwhile, Muyoung, who had been repeatedly glancing at his hand, seemed to have finished contemplating as he chewed his lips and carefully opened his mouth. Though it was a small voice, as if mumbling, Seokjae responded immediately.

“Yes? What is it?”

A look that seemed determined about something. Focusing his attention on Muyoung’s face to find a hint from this non-verbal expression, Seokjae was surprised when Muyoung boldly made his request.

“Let’s wash our hands one more time.”

“…”

It was such a trivial request compared to his serious face. Seokjae was momentarily speechless, but soon sighed and nodded.

“I don’t mind. But, Muyoung… this will be the fifth time.”

The liquid that had slicked his dark skin had long been washed away by his efforts, scrubbing with soap as if to clean between every fingerprint. Yet despite doing this four times already, it seemed Muyoung still wasn’t satisfied.

‘Was that dissatisfied expression because he was bothered by my hand?’

Seokjae couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched Muyoung, who had shaken off the washed briefs and hung them over the sink, wash his hands again, claiming it wasn’t proper to touch underwear with the hands that had washed them.

In truth, since no one knew what viruses his bodily fluids might contain, thoroughly cleaning where semen had touched was understandable. If that was the only reason for his fixation on Seokjae’s hands.

‘Now it really smells like nothing but soap. He’s seriously so shy.’

Seokjae watched Muyoung’s profile and then lifted his hand to take a deep breath. As expected, no musky scent remained at all. Only the smell of cheap laundry soap could be detected.

‘Well, after being examined and passing so many times, there’s no way any smell would remain.’

Seokjae burst into laughter as he recalled how Muyoung had buried his nose in his hand and sniffed around like a dog inspecting its owner who had just returned from outside, his own hand still raised to his nose.

“Ahh, don’t bring it close to your face!”

Discovering this sight, Muyoung rushed over in horror, hanging onto Seokjae’s arm to pull his hand away from his face.

“Okay. I got it, I got it. Sorry.”

He had touched him enough to make him climax, yet here Muyoung was, panicking over a mere sniff. Seokjae was finally released after having to scrub his hands one more time and pass inspection.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“…Yes.”

Still looking disgruntled while lying so well. But Seokjae decided to pretend not to notice, since if he washed until Muyoung was truly satisfied, he might have no hands left.

Thanks to this, the two could finally enjoy a real rest period.

Though Seokjae had said he wouldn’t sleep since they only had time for a short nap…

‘Hyung, if you’re uncomfortable, would you like to lie down and use my lap as a pillow…?’

‘Sure.’

When Muyoung offered, recalling a past memory, Seokjae immediately accepted, and within less than five minutes, he fell asleep.

‘Even hyung must have been exhausted from dealing with all those zombies…’

In truth, Seokjae’s fatigue had more to do with the sexual desire he had suppressed by digging into his thighs, but only he knew this.

How many hours had passed? A faint bluish light could be seen rising outside the window.

Muyoung glanced around cautiously, then replaced his leg with a bundled lab coat under Seokjae’s head before getting up and approaching the window alone. He was curious about the situation outside since the cell phone signals had stopped at some point.

‘Let’s see…’

He pressed his face close to the rain-streaked glass window. Outside, the now weakened rain was drizzling down. Between the significantly dispersed dark clouds, dawn light was shining through.

Thanks to this, although it was still dim, unlike the night when nothing could be seen even right in front of him, he could somewhat make out the vast playground and the zombies wandering around on it.

Yes, those that had gathered following the thunder sounds from last night…

“Huh?”

Wait a minute. Gathered together?