Even Zombies Have Fandoms

Chapter 98

“W-wait a moment, Hyung.”

A complete role reversal—a human eyeing a zombie with appetite. The benign zombie, who had never hunted nor thought of hunting, lacked enough sense of danger to realize he was at risk of being devoured in a different way.

‘If I lower my legs, he won’t see well. And Hyung would have to kneel.’

He was simply busy finding the least embarrassing position he could take. He had mindlessly followed Seokjae’s instruction to spread his legs while precariously perched on the window ledge, almost exposing himself indecently.

After much deliberation, raising one leg then lowering it, spreading and closing them, Muyoung chose a position with one leg raised and the other lowered.

‘This way I shouldn’t need to spread my legs.’

There was the slight inconvenience of having to switch positions halfway, but that was nothing compared to avoiding showing “that unsightly thing.”

As soon as his fidgeting stopped, Seokjae immediately spoke as if he had been waiting:

“Can I look now?”

“Yes! I’m ready.”

Seokjae let out a laugh like a breath at Muyoung’s proud expression. What was so satisfying about changing positions a few times while sitting on the windowsill?

If Muyoung was pleased about successfully changing positions without falling from the narrow ledge that was barely wide enough for his hands, despite his poor motor skills, Seokjae would be willing to praise him.

‘But I don’t think that’s it.’

Even someone as docile and seemingly lacking in self-awareness as Muyoung apparently felt threatened about revealing intimate parts. This was evident when he hastily closed his thighs just as the central area was about to be fully exposed after initially spreading his legs at Seokjae’s command.

‘Gasp.’

Smack! In his urgency, his damp thighs came together with a sound similar to when Seokjae slapped his buttocks. And then that strange behavior began, making Seokjae suspect his goal was to appear “less appetizing”…

‘If that’s the case, I can’t praise him.’

Because he had failed completely.

During all that squirming, the soft-looking thighs revealed beneath his briefs were visibly pressed against the windowsill. And how stimulating was the sound when the moist skin made contact.

In that brief moment, considering how desperately Seokjae wanted to touch him, Muyoung’s efforts were in vain.

Having made his assessment based on his entirely subjective judgment, Seokjae reached out as soon as he received permission.

‘First…’

He targeted the foot resting on the edge of the windowsill. His firm hand wrapped around the thin ankle and slowly traced upward along the leg. Shortly after, his middle finger reached where the knee was bent, thigh and calf pressed together, but he didn’t stop, instead wedging his hand into that gap.

The soft flesh enveloped his fingers. Just as he was spreading his fingers to increase the contact area, enjoying the softness, the pressure squeezing his hand suddenly disappeared.

“A-aren’t you going to straighten my leg?”

This was because Muyoung had extended his leg forward. Muyoung had reasoned with himself that Seokjae’s touch felt sensual only because of his own impure thoughts about him—this was the objective conclusion he had reached.

Desperate to cooperate and end this situation quickly, Muyoung’s awareness of others was unusually active, unlike his usual self. Though his accuracy was quite poor, Seokjae couldn’t honestly express his dark intentions, so he had no choice but to agree.

“…No. You’re right.”

“Then please continue. You need to change clothes too. The kids have probably already changed and come out, shouldn’t we finish quickly?”

Relieved that he had been correct, Muyoung tried to appear calm while rattling off reasons why the examination should end quickly. His hands firmly pressing down his shirt to cover himself as much as possible, and his eyes darting around, unable to meet Seokjae’s gaze, clearly revealed his flustered state.

‘He’s evading well.’

But Seokjae couldn’t fail to notice this. Inwardly snickering at Muyoung’s futile attempts, he began to deliberately torment him.

“Yes, you’re right. I’ll check everything quickly.”

As if he were going to comply with the request to finish quickly, his touch, which had been moving slowly as if giving time to adjust, changed dramatically.

Seokjae touched Muyoung’s body as if it were his own. His gentle caresses became rougher, seemingly about to leave marks everywhere he touched, and for delicate areas like the inner thighs, he would bring his face closer under the pretense that it was too dark to see clearly.

‘T-this is just meaningless touching. Get a grip, Kang Muyoung!’

Whenever Seokjae’s hair and breath touched his skin, Muyoung muttered inwardly while pulling down his shirt as if he didn’t care if it stretched.

“Why?”

Seokjae immediately looked up, perhaps wondering about Muyoung’s fidgeting, leaving Muyoung no choice but to smile awkwardly.

“Your h-hair tickles…”

“Can you bear it a little longer? We’re almost done.”

It was one of the common lies doctors tell, but fortunately, it wasn’t a lie this time as his hand moved to the opposite leg. At this, a slight relief showed in Muyoung’s eyes, which had been tensely rigid.

‘Yes, if I just endure a little longer, Hyung won’t see it. I’ve been hiding it well so far.’

Perhaps because he thought the end was near, or maybe because he had become somewhat accustomed to Seokjae’s evaluative gaze and touch, like someone appraising fine porcelain, Muyoung relaxed enough to think about other things despite the uncomfortable situation.

‘Good thing I saw it first before Hyung did…’

He exhaled softly as he recalled the state of his underwear, which he was diligently covering with cloth.

A moment ago, as Muyoung spread his legs, he instinctively looked down at the airy feeling from his lower body. And then he saw it—his already tight briefs, soaked with water, revealing the contours of his dick explicitly.

Whether his vision was distorted from seeing it in such a critical situation, Muyoung thought it looked even more pronounced than if he were completely naked.

Fortunately, he noticed before his gathered thighs completely parted and immediately concealed it.

‘I don’t want to show such an unsightly appearance to Hyung.’

But it seemed odd to ask if he could change his underwear first, so Muyoung’s best option was simply to pull down his t-shirt to cover it as much as possible.

He had worried about what to do if told not to cover up, but whether because of his earlier excuse about being cold, or because Seokjae had no intention of examining another person’s dick, unlike when he had slapped his buttocks while telling him to spread his legs, Seokjae made no objection.

With these thoughts, Muyoung’s eyes naturally returned to Seokjae. He could see the round crown of his head as he bent over, closely examining Muyoung’s thighs.

‘How is even Hyung’s crown so handsome?’

After indulging in his habitual admiration while looking at the well-formed parting in Seokjae’s hair, Muyoung blinked at the darkly colored nape that appeared when Seokjae nodded.

‘…Isn’t Hyung afraid?’

While he himself knew it made no difference whether he was bitten by a zombie or not, Seokjae was different. That’s why he was stripping him down to thoroughly check.

But to expose his vital points so openly like this. He was actually in a state of having been bitten by a zombie, so what if he suddenly transformed and lunged?

Of course, the reactions when a person turns into a zombie aren’t subtle, so Seokjae would obviously notice. And he was strong enough to defeat a skinny zombie like himself in one blow…

No. Perhaps that was why. Seokjae was less cautious than most people.

‘So defenseless…’

Ironically, Muyoung muttered the exact same thought Seokjae had about him. Meanwhile, the object of his concern was barely restraining the urge to sink his teeth into Muyoung’s thigh.

‘I really need to protect Hyung. But… is there a way to step forward without appearing dangerous?’

He knew Seokjae had spoken and acted roughly to avoid suspicion of him. Feeling it would be wrong to behave recklessly in front of someone who had done so much for him, Muyoung fell into deep contemplation.

Flinch.

As a result, the tension in his muscles, which he had been straining to suppress sensation, gradually loosened. Naturally, this led to more honest reactions to Seokjae’s touch than before.

At that moment, suddenly, fingertips burrowed into the inside of his briefs wrapping around his upper thigh.

“Gasp!”

Lost in thought, Muyoung was startled by the unexpected deep touch and jumped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. In an instant, all his attention focused on the area where Seokjae’s hand was touching his thigh.