Cosplay Party (6)The man held the piercing needle close to Yun Seol-ha's nipple with a sinister smile.
"I'll pierce your nipples and mark you as our gang's slave. Then everyone will know you belong to us."
At his words, Yun Seol-ha's face turned pale. She twisted her upper body desperately to avoid having her nipples pierced, but bound completely, she couldn't move an inch. All she could do was utter futile words of resistance.
"Ah, no, please stop... Hng, hnngh... Stop... All of you... I'll never... hnngh... forgive..."
Her voice held no threat-not while her entire body was being molested and her clitoris sucked.
The needle was coated with a sticky liquid. Likely cheap drugs meant to addict women. If she succumbed to that, her life would truly be over.
Meanwhile, stimulated in every erogenous zone beyond self-control, she seemed to thrust her chest toward the needle, as if craving deeper pleasure.
The man holding the piercing needle flicked Yun Seol-ha's nipple with a chuckle.
"Kkkk, you masochistic bitch. You wanna be our slave too."
"Hnngh, hng, hnnngh..."
I couldn't watch any longer. Left like this, she'd become their slave.
Snick.
I pressed my knife against the man's throat as he aimed for her nipple.
"Back off now if you wanna live."
"What's this? A detective? Sherlock Holmes or something?"
Yun Seol-ha, panting with glazed eyes, barely managed to call my name.
"Hng... Kelrot-ssi...?"
The bastard stared at my chest and whistled.
"Damn, hiding some serious toys under that shirt. Two new playthings just showed up, kkhihihik."
The man fingering Yun Seol-ha's asshole smirked darkly.
"You wanna taste our dicks too? Drop that dangerous toy and strip. We'll finish this bitch then take care of you."
"Uhehe, that so? You fucking bitch."
Ignoring the knife at his throat, he shoved his hand inside my shirt.
This fucker... wants to pierce my tits too?
I leaped back to create distance, then slashed at the wrist protruding from my shirt.
Sschhk.
Having fought monsters with hardened hides, severing a normal man's wrist was child's play.
The bastard's severed hand flew into the air, and I kicked it away like garbage.
Thud, splat.
After sailing through the air, the hand tumbled across the ground, coated in blood and dirt like trash.
"Huh?"
He seemed confused until blood gushed fountain-like from his stump. Then came the screams.
"Gyaaaaah!!! Kgh! Hurts! It hurts!!"
Annoying.
Thwack!!
I smashed the knife's pommel into his nose bridge. A sickening crunch echoed as it caved in. He collapsed like a puppet, twitching intermittently.
The other men froze, jaws slack.
When I pointed my knife at them, they instantly recoiled from Yun Seol-ha with tense faces.
Yun Seol-ha, who'd been surrendering to the men, staggered and nearly fell. I caught her waist before she hit the ground.
"You okay?"
"Hnngh, hnnngh..."
Her every erogenous zone teased into fever pitch, she instinctively ground her crotch against my thigh.
"Ngh."
"Hnnngh, hng, hnnngh, hnnngh..."
I forced myself to ignore it and snarled at the bastards.
"All of you couldn't take me. Carry this fucker and leave if you wanna keep your limbs."
Having witnessed me sever a wrist in one slash, they didn't dare fight. Even if they could overpower me, some would get maimed-and nobody wanted to be that "some." They hauled the injured man away at top speed.
"Get off now."
Once they vanished, I pushed Yun Seol-ha away. Her cosplay outfit was in disarray.
Her ample augmented breasts spilling from the cape bore red handprints from rough groping. Her panties were shoved aside, revealing pubic hair matted with saliva and love juice. Her erect clitoris seemed frustrated at being denied climax.
Maybe I should've left her.
But then she'd have been ruined.
Her burning lust hadn't subsided-flushed skin, hot breaths, stiff nipples betraying her feverish physique.
40 minutes until the contest. Tight schedule, but no choice. She couldn't compete like this.
"X, any enclosed spaces nearby?"
[100m ahead. Changing room booths. Marking location.]
Probably temporary stalls for cosplayers. Better than nothing.
Inside the changing area, five booths shook with moans of copulating couples. One booth remained empty. I shoved Yun Seol-ha inside.
No time. Needed to make her climax fast.
I pulled out the Pervert Snail and stuffed it between her legs. It latched onto her throbbing clitoris.
"Hiiik! Hik! Hk!"
Yun Seol-ha grabbed my head from the sudden pleasure. Her breast enlargement pill-enhanced milk jugs threatened to suffocate me. I licked toward her nipples, finding and lightly biting one with my fangs.
"Haaahn-."
A lewd moan escaped her lips.
Plunge.
I shoved fingers into her asshole, already loosened by the bastards.
"Hyeet!"
Drool dripped from Yun Seol-ha's mouth. She seemed to enjoy the anal violation.
I ravaged her clitoris, milk jugs, and asshole with fierce speed. Within five minutes, her eyes rolled back as she came with spasms- "Gk, gk, gk."
Even after fully ejaculating, her thighs and ass quivered with lingering pleasure.
Slap.
"Haaahn!"
A fresh gush of love juice streamed down her thighs from the spank.
"Let's go. The contest starts soon."
Though still dazed, she followed with relaxed steps. We barely reached the venue in time.
The contest stage stood before a fountain backdrop, with 500 spectators in front.
The organizer spotted us and urgently waved us toward the prep area. His eyes lingered on Yun Seol-ha's bursting milk jugs before clearing his throat angrily.
"Cutting it this close is unacceptable. Other teams arrived two hours ago for rehearsals. One more stunt like this and you're disqualified."
Looking at the indicated teams, my eyes widened. This wasn't a normal cosplay contest.
Teams rehearsed skits matching their costumes:
A lord disciplining a kunoichi, tentacles impregnating women, a monster masturbating while eating a woman's brain-this wasn't just costume display.
But that brain-eating monster looked too real. Is that even a person?
I pointed at the tentacles and brain-eater while asking the organizer.
"They're human, right?"
The previously angry organizer sighed deeply at my question, looking perplexed.
"Why ask? While general audiences believe all participants are human, you know pet demon beasts are allowed. Your wife used one last time too."
Real monsters? And "pet" demon beasts? That woman has monster teeth inside her skull...
The woman being brain-sucked noticed my stare and smiled normally. I awkwardly smiled back.
Though pretending otherwise, brain fluid dripped from the monster's mouth. She was genuinely being fed on.
Killing World mirrored Earth pre-destruction, but twisted humans existed naturally-sluts in arcades, human traffickers, cosplayers offering themselves to monsters.
This seamless blend of pre/post-apocalypse defined Killing World.
What prize could motivate this? Women using pet demon beasts might never return to normal.
When I tried asking about prizes, the organizer checked his watch and gestured me away before announcing loudly:
"The cosplay contest begins shortly. Each team, deliver your best performance in assigned booths."
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Read 85 more chapters ahead on NovelDex!
https://noveldex.io/series/raising-a-milking-suit-in-the-apocalypse
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━