Even Zombies Have Fandoms

Chapter 99

A sensation like static electricity on his thigh. His body trembled, and before that feeling could subside, another dizzying sensation followed with no pause in between.

*Slip.*

“Uwah!”

Having jerked while perched on the narrow ledge, Muyoung’s body couldn’t land stably and slid off. As his bottom left its support and fell following gravity, he flailed desperately.

‘I’m f-falling!’

Though it was a low height that wouldn’t even reach his waist, a sensation similar to his earlier fall overwhelmed him, and he desperately clung to the person in front of him.

And in that moment before he even realized he was grabbing onto Seokjae’s body—

*Thud.*

He felt a dull impact on his head, and then his body was supported securely.

“Phew…”

Only after being certain the fall had stopped did Muyoung exhale a trembling breath. He blinked in time with the sound that reverberated in his head.

‘Wait a minute.’

While calming himself, he suddenly became alert upon realizing the sound he was hearing wasn’t something he could hear alone. Then he also recognized how he was suspended in midair.

‘Ack!’

Muyoung wanted to faint. He was in a state of being lifted by one leg in Seokjae’s grasp, stuck between him and the window!

The excessively spread leg feeling stiff and his face buried in Seokjae’s chest were shocking, but… what bothered him most was the large, thick mass he felt against his bottom.

‘Is th-that what I think it is?’

It was so large that if he had touched it unknowingly, he might have thought it was something kept in a pocket. Though he had had impure thoughts about Seokjae’s body before, he had never paid attention to that area, so his surprise was doubled.

*Bump.*

While Muyoung was frozen stiff from various emotions like shock and admiration rushing in, his body was suddenly lifted slightly and then lowered back down.

‘Uwaaaaah!’

The sensation of Seokjae’s package tucked beneath his pants pressing against his body was vivid. Letting out a silent scream, Muyoung jerked his head up.

‘Hyuuung-!’

When his eyes met Seokjae’s looking down at him, he felt such intense emotion that if his face could turn red, it would have exploded.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah, yes. I-I’m fine.”

Because Seokjae’s face showed no recognition that his dick was touching Muyoung.

“Try to balance properly and sit down. I’ll hold you until then.”

“Y-yes, yes.”

And his subsequent words conveyed genuine concern.

Muyoung forgot that he had been startled by Seokjae’s lewd hand movements and began to reflect on his self-image, which he had thought wasn’t too bad.

‘Am I really a pervert…?’

Every time he squirmed to adjust his position, Seokjae’s center rubbed against him. With each sensation, his self-loathing grew.

So as soon as he stabilized his position, Muyoung clenched his fists and pushed Seokjae away with “manner hands,” minimizing contact.

During this entire process, he naturally had no leisure to manage his expression. When his strange expression—seemingly both tearful and angry—was revealed, Seokjae inwardly clicked his tongue in disappointment.

‘I can’t do anything more in this state.’

Surprisingly, he had moved purely to help Muyoung.

Normally, he might have taken advantage of the situation to tease Muyoung. But in that brief moment of falling, seeing Muyoung’s eyes made it impossible for him to play tricks.

‘Has he developed trauma about falling because of his earlier fall outside?’

Perhaps because it wasn’t the reaction he intended, he didn’t like Muyoung clinging to him out of fear.

Seokjae immediately grabbed the back of Muyoung’s thigh with the hand that had been busy groping lecherously, and used his body to lift the sliding figure. He also didn’t forget to cup the back of Muyoung’s head with his other hand to prevent it from hitting the window as the pressed body leaned that way.

Afterward, he continued trying to provide stability by lifting the body that kept trying to slide down… But Muyoung remained stiff. Even after being stably positioned on the ledge.

“I’m fine. Please continue.”

“…Continue with what?”

“Yes.”

His response was ridiculous, pushing Seokjae away with fists so tight they wouldn’t uncurl. He wasn’t angry for being startled, nor was he refusing to continue—he was giving permission to proceed.

‘Is it because I’m such a dog?’

Every time Muyoung acted like a saintly person, as if brainwashed today, it twisted Seokjae’s insides.

Seokjae frowned and stepped back, running his hand through his wet, drooping hair to calm his twisted feelings, then moved his lips. He was about to say they would stop here since Muyoung must be tired. That is, if he hadn’t seen what he discovered when looking down at Muyoung.

His dampened mood instantly lightened.

“…You really want to continue?”

Though Muyoung wavered briefly, wanting to escape from Seokjae’s repeated questioning, he soon nodded. It was a misunderstanding that would clear up with time, but he had endured so much embarrassment already. A subtle defiance arose at the thought of ending the situation with suspicion unresolved.

However, strangely, despite receiving permission, Seokjae still showed no sign of moving. He just stared intently.

‘…What is it?’

Thinking he might be worried, Muyoung lifted his head to reassure him, but unlike before, their eyes didn’t meet. That’s because Seokjae’s gaze was fixed on Muyoung’s lower body, not his face.

‘Is he trying to check with just his eyes, afraid of a situation like before?’

But if so, his pupils weren’t moving; they were steadily focused on one spot. As if he had discovered something.

‘What is it?’

While observing Seokjae’s face, puzzled by the unexpected situation, Muyoung gasped and followed his gaze. He realized he had been bitten by zombies more than once.

That’s right. Long ago, Muyoung had been bitten on the day he became a mutant zombie, a day he barely remembered. A mark he had forgotten about, not even remembering what state it was in because he hadn’t paid attention to it. Muyoung lowered his head in horror and nearly screamed.

“Kup.”

The situation was so shocking that he couldn’t completely swallow his scream and a small sound escaped.

“Hmm…”

Despite seeing this reaction, Seokjae casually touched the exposed private area that had been defenseless after the near-slip.

“Is this also because it’s itchy?”

Referring to Muyoung’s prominently bulging center.

Perhaps because rainwater had seeped in, making it damp, Seokjae felt a wet sensation at his fingertips. As his eyes sparkled and he was about to press harder, Muyoung closed his legs tightly.

“Uh, uwah! Ah, no, that’s…”

This trapped Seokjae’s hand between his thighs. Flustered, Muyoung slightly spread his legs, then realizing his mistake, closed them again.

‘W-what should I do?’

As he fidgeted nervously, he unintentionally squeezed Seokjae’s arm and hand repeatedly. This only made Seokjae increasingly pleased, and he ran his fingers along the mound of Muyoung’s erect dick, pretending it was accidental.

“Nng, h-hand, p-please remove it!”

Though it had merely brushed over the fabric, Muyoung trembled and pleaded, the trajectory feeling as clear as if fingernails were dragging across him. Seokjae squinted one eye, pretending to be quite perplexed.

“Muyoung has to let go first. Try to relax. You’re squeezing too tight.”

“Y-you can just pull it out!”

“What if you fall from there again if I do that?”

Though it made sense, Muyoung somehow felt like Seokjae was teasing him. Seokjae weakly shook his arm as if asking to be released quickly.

“Huuu…”

He felt like he was going crazy from the light touches against his shaft whenever Seokjae moved. When Seokjae’s fingers brushed past the head, Muyoung’s body bent forward sharply. Was it because someone else’s hand was touching a place that even his own hand rarely touched except when washing? The stimulation was intense.

Thanks to Seokjae standing firm, he didn’t fall over, but Muyoung had no time to care about that. His extremities were all tingling. Even his earlobes. It was similar to the strange prickling sensation felt when entering a warm space after being in the cold.

Finally, Muyoung, twitching with the urge to scratch or rub his body, did something he would never do normally. He placed his foot on Seokjae’s abdomen and pushed him away.

The dampness in his underwear might soon be due to more than just rainwater, and he couldn’t hesitate any longer. This was the only way he could think of to properly cover himself while making Seokjae step back.

Fortunately, since he had only taken off his shoes when removing his pants and was still wearing socks, he could maintain at least minimal decency.

“Ha.”

But perhaps because it was equally impertinent, a scoffing laugh pierced Muyoung’s ears.