episode_0045

“We have no reason to help.”

“The times are what they are.”

“…Pitiable, but it could be a trap.”

“There’s no kindness in people.”

As expected, persuasion didn’t work.

Is there a way to help the (former) PR ambassador woman?

I thought she would have new information about this ruined world.

The term ‘Paranormal Response Agency’ sounds plausible, but in reality, it’s an organization holed up in an underground bunker, pointlessly experimenting and holding out.

That was how I defined them.

Rather, the E.R.O guys who desperately cling to something external,

seemed to know more about the current situation.

“Okay.”

I decided to back down for now and find a way to contact her.

I just hoped she wouldn’t get hurt before that.

Is there a safe way to contact her?

First, it’s hard to call her ‘her’, so I decided to give her a nickname.

“Hmm…”

Since she’s a woman derived from the extremist E.R.O, I decided to call her Erotic Unit 1.

Erotic Unit 1.

I’m curious about her.

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First, I checked the CCTV records. I needed to see where Erotic Unit 1 was coming from.

If she came from a place presumed to be the extremist’s residence, it’s definitely a trap.

But she came out of the sewer.

Not even a rat.

Where did her radiant skin go? Now she’s stained with sewage.

Maybe… it’s just a guess, but isn’t it a device to suppress sexual desire for the viewer?

Even the craziest preachers wouldn’t want to lick sewage.

But I was different.

Surely, Erotic Unit 1’s vagina wouldn’t be stained with sewage.

Unless she soaked even her vagina in sewage.

That doesn’t seem likely.

The blanket covering her is dirty, but her pants are clean.

Surely, that radiant, oily vagina from back then is still the same.

At least ten buildings around.

I don’t know how many people live in them.

Everyone is hiding their identity, living as if they were in ruins.

For those who haven’t completed the sentencing, the gender identity of ‘woman’ itself is dangerous.

And it’s not a world where women live alone.

Their families are highly likely to be killed because they become obstacles.

That’s why it’s quiet.

It’s the same for us.

No matter how many people are in the Paranormal Response Agency, they have a different mental state than the preachers who show aggression to survive.

They pursue safety and minimize damage, so it can be said that they have lost their combat capabilities.

“Ms. Mina.”

“Mr. Jiwon, no.”

Lee Mina is firm.

Whenever she sees me, she expresses her refusal of Erotic Unit 1 unconditionally.

Even before I said anything.

“That’s not it… Don’t we need to inspect the rooftop?”

“Why the rooftop?”

“Look outside.”

Lee Mina checked the CCTV.

“I don’t see anything?”

“Look at the dark clouds… It’s definitely going to rain.”

“That’s not our problem.”

“No… How do houses get ruined? They get ruined when rain leaks from the roof.”

Lee Mina thought hard and said.

“If we wander around on the rooftop for no reason, we’ll let them know we’re living here.”

“I’ll check it on a rainy day, then.”

“Be careful. Your choices can harm everyone.”

“It’s something I have to do anyway.”

“Do as you please.”

Lee Mina looked uneasy.

But I needed Erotic Unit 1.

I’m curious about her, the data she has, and… her vagina.

I want to see that radiant vagina in person!

That day, it didn’t rain.

It rained the next day.

A downpour.

Swaaaaaa—!

I was eating porridge with the group.

The distributed food has changed to porridge.

That means the Paranormal Response Agency’s finances are also in trouble.

Yerin spoke first.

“It’s like snot…”

“Not jizz?”

Auntie joked.

Yerin’s lips turned downwards. It seemed disgusting.

I felt like joining in Auntie’s joke.

“It’s mine.”

“Hey!”

In the end, I got smacked on the back by my sister.

“Mom, when are we going to visit our parents?”

“…Well? When should we go?”

“I think it’s about time.”

I said, stirring the snot-like porridge.

“I guess so.”

Mom seemed to be thinking the same thing.

After finishing the snot porridge, I reported that I would check the rooftop and went up to the rooftop.

Since it was raining heavily, it wouldn’t be easy to notice my presence unless they were paying close attention.

I had prepared something in advance before coming up to the rooftop.

Thread for sewing clothes, a note in a plastic bottle, and a pen.

I planned to give these to Erotic Unit 1 if I found her.

Swaaaaaa…

Until she came, I had to endure on this rooftop.

I was wearing a poncho, so I wasn’t directly getting wet, but I was practically wet.

I endured in that uncomfortable and unpleasant state.

Fortunately, it was summer, so it wasn’t cold.

“When is she coming out…”

Speak of the devil, she came out of the sewer then.

It seemed she couldn’t stand being inside the sewer because of the heavy rain.

I immediately threw the bottle at her.

Since it was plastic, it wouldn’t break, so I could throw it comfortably.

“…Ah!”

My plastic bottle hit her head accurately.

She picked up the bottle tied with thread and disappeared.

After that, she didn’t appear again.

Suddenly, I became curious about her whereabouts.

I asked Lee Mina.

“Have you seen Erotic Unit 1 lately?”

“Erotic Unit 1?”

“That, the former Erotic PR ambassador.”

“Ah… I think she passed by near here earlier?”

“Really?”

I left those words and went up to the rooftop.

And finally, I could find the plastic bottle she had thrown.

There was a note inside.

With excited anticipation, I carefully unfolded the note.

[To the Unknown You]

Hello.

My name is Yoon Miseo, and I left E.R.O.

When you read this, I unknowingly smiled.

In this ruin,

it’s been a long time since I smiled at someone’s words like that.

For days,

I’ve been quietly asking for help.

I knew there were people somewhere around here,

but everyone passed me by as if they didn’t see me.

But you…

were different.

It was a very small and cautious way,

but you definitely gave me a signal.

Just that fact alone

made this ruined world feel a little less cold.

To be honest,

I might be scared of you too.

And you probably can’t easily trust me either.

So, I’d like to propose something.

Shall we communicate through notes instead of meeting?

I’ll throw a letter on the rooftop every day.

You just quietly throw a reply down below the building.

It’s okay if there’s no name.

Even just by looking at the handwriting, I think I’ll know it’s you.

I’ll be waiting.

Tomorrow, and the day after.

— Yoon Miseo

Hmm.

I somehow felt a romantic sentiment.

And I also thought it would be fun.

She was safe, and although the building was exposed, there didn’t seem to be any major problems if we communicated through notes.

From the beginning, the extremist Erotic guys haven’t invaded other buildings so far.

“Okay… How should I write the next letter?”

I hid the letter in a corner of the rooftop where it wouldn’t get wet from the rain and went back down to the basement.

And I pondered about the contents of the letter I would give her.

“Should I write it romantically…”

No.

In this kind of world, the truth prevails.

I wrote the letter.

[To Yoon Miseo.]

Hello.

I read your letter.

Let me introduce my name. My name is Kim Jiwon.

I’m curious about your age. I’m still in my early 20s.

Am I too young?

You seem older than me.

But that’s not to say you look old.

When I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful.

And…

To be honest,

your glistening vagina was so sexy that it haunted my dreams.

I didn’t want to say this, but I wanted to tell you the truth.

Take care.

The world is dangerous.

“It’s rather romantic.”

Thinking that, I went up to the rooftop and dropped the letter.

The next day, I found her reply.

There were two letters.

I unfolded the first one.

Hello, this is Yoon Miseo.

You… are very young?

You’re cute.

I’m forty.

I’m a bit old, right?

And… I also had a son your age.

Until recently…

There were tear stains on this part.

It seems she lost her son.

I’m sorry.

Whenever I think of my son… I tear up.

You.

What you said back then…

That honest expression, I was actually touched.

So, this is… a small gift.

In the second letter, there was a picture of her vagina.

I wanted to see it up close, and now I could see her vagina vividly in the picture.

I was so happy.

The glistening inner flesh of her open labia majora really made me think of it as an oily vagina.

“To be able to see it in a picture…!”

And beyond her vagina, I could see her face looking down.

Her gaze was looking at me even beyond the picture.

She seemed to be a similar age to my aunt, Jiyeon,

but she felt a bit more experienced.

However, rather,

that maturity was more attractive.

People usually call people like this.

‘MILF.’

A married woman with a child sent a picture of her vagina to a man she didn’t even know.