Chapter 5: Did She Even Have a Choice?

Tang Ying's resistance was strong at first, but she had been starving for two days, and I had kicked the fruit knife far away from her.Gradually, her struggle weakened. I was entirely on top of her, and she tried to protect her last line of defense with her legs.

When Tang Ying stopped resisting, I was panting heavily. I had never thought my physical strength would be so lacking, that it wouldtake so much effort to overpower a woman. However, I had succeeded.To my surprise, this woman turned out to be a virgin.

"You... you're not a mistress?" I asked in astonishment, having assumed that a beautiful woman living in a luxury apartment must be a kept woman. The experience was nothing like those in Japanese romantic movies - it was uncomfortable for both of us, especially painful for her.

Tang Ying was now curled up, burying her head in her knees, sobbing quietly. She never imagined her first time would be taken by a stranger, and in such a brutal, violent manner.

"Don't cry. Actually, it's not that bad for you. It was my first time too, much cleaner than those wealthy, handsome men," I said awkwardly, struggling to find words to describe myself. The entertainment industry was full of stories of parties and diseases. Was this supposed to be comforting?

Tang Ying was furious and wanted to stab me with the fruit knife, but I had kicked it far away. I continued, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility. You're my woman now, and I'll treat you well." She was getting angrier by the minute, but my next words struck a chord.

"The world is ending, and zombies are everywhere. You saw how we were almost bitten. It's true, we need food and water to survive." Her sobs quieted as I spoke.

"As your man, I'll do my best to find food and water. I won't let you go hungry or thirsty." I stood up and approached her again. Her pajamas were torn, and her silk underwear was pulled down to her ankles. This was more thrilling than any cosplay I had seen, and I felt ready for another round."Of course, if you accept me and let me be your man, I'll take care of you. Otherwise, I'll leave right now." It seemed like I was giving Tang Ying a choice, but did she really have one?

If I left, she would be alone in the apartment without food or water, not knowing when rescue might come. "If you don't want me to stay, then I'll go. Take care," I pretended to leave, but as I turned, Tang Ying grabbed my hand.

"Don't go," she said. She wasn't a foolish woman. Despite the intimidation in my words, she had to accept the reality. She wanted to survive and needed someone to rely on.