Chapter 18 - Chapter 17

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 17

Chapter Title: Balcony Worries and Bedroom Bliss

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Outside the house, the zombie outbreak was kicking off with all sorts of chaos—shouts, explosions, and screams ringing out—but to me, nothing mattered more than my naughty training sessions with Hye-jeong.

'Sex with Hye-jeong's pussy is way more important. ...Yeah, no doubt about it.'

The system said it'd give me 10 points for every regular zombie I killed.

But what if I went out there chasing those points and got bitten...?

Instead, I could just play with Hye-jeong's pussy—fingering or fucking it—for the next 24 hours,

and rack up 100 points just for surviving each day...?

Killing zombies felt like a lousy deal compared to screwing around with Hye-jeong—no real gains, no fun, no thrill.

After eating with Hye-jeong, screwing her brains out, and taking a quick breather, we headed to the balcony to peek at the zombies through the window.

Gazing down at the apartment complex's ground parking lot, it was crawling with the damn things—swarming like maggots.

Hell, had this place always been packed with so many people?

There were so many that if we pulled any aggro, they'd come surging up en masse, and we'd be fucked.

So, following Hye-jeong's advice, we'd drawn all the curtains and taped newspaper over the windows.

"...Oppa... In zombie apocalypse movies... the power and water always cut out soon after..."

Hye-jeong was actually older than me in real life,

but even if I told her I was 28 here instead of 22, she was still 30—two years my senior.

She seemed to know I was younger somehow,

yet she'd started calling me 'Oppa' lately.

Probably because she didn't know my name.

During sex, she still called me 'Master',

but casually, it was shifting to 'Oppa' instead of 'Master'.

It felt like she was subtly trying to domesticate me with the honorific,

like 'Oppa, Oppa' to make things more personal, human-to-human,

a subconscious plea not to see her solely as my Pussy Slave.

But... whatever... getting called 'Oppa' by a hot chick instead of 'Master' wasn't half bad, so I let it slide.

'Yeah, she can't exactly call me rapist.'

"...Oppa...? Are you listening...?"

"...Huh? Oh... yeah... power and water...? Hmm... right. That's a problem..."

"What do we do...? We can ignore food and water since you've stocked up..."

"Yeah. Don't sweat food or water. I can pull it from my Subspace Storage.

Power and washing water, though... Hmm... Tough break. If it's really bugging you, we can use drinking water to wash.

...If we absolutely need bathwater, I can grab some big plastic tubs or basins full of tap water from Subspace."

"Oppa... that... Subspace Storage you mentioned... Can we pretty much get all our daily necessities from it...?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Then if we can keep getting butane gas, food, bottled water from there...,

...and maybe a portable generator too... power shouldn't be a huge issue...

We'll catch our breath for now... Though the toilet flushing is tricky...

Guess we'll just fill the tank manually with water from behind..."

"Yeah, that should work."

"...And Oppa... um... that is... you know...

In that other world... could you grab some... sanitary pads, birth control pills, condoms too...?"

"Hey, Kim Hye-jeong. You getting a little bold?

I told you to get pregnant. What the hell?

Why would you need pads, pills, or condoms if you're supposed to knock up?

You'd just beg me to bring 'em so you could use 'em anyway. Right?"

"..."

"And anyway, I already saw you're pregnant.

Post-sex pills won't do shit now.

You have to take those within 72 hours.

We fucked ten days ago—what good would it do now...?"

"... Y-yes. S-sorry..."

"Wait a few more days. I'll grab a pregnancy test. We can check then."

"..."

Hye-jeong's face was a storm of emotions—complicated as hell.

Probably hadn't sunk in yet.

I tried imagining what was going through her head.

Some psycho breaks into her house, rapes her for ten straight days,

but the guy's got this Subspace power and warns her about a zombie apocalypse,

a few days later it happens for real... now he's telling her to get pregnant...

Her husband back in America—dead or alive? Probably 99% zombie chow...

And shaking off this superpowered rapist psycho to escape? Instant zombie snack.

Even if she miraculously survived out there, I'd be waiting.

'Fucking tangled mess.'

Even I couldn't wrap my head around it, so no more dwelling.

She'd sort her feelings out eventually.

"Screw it. Let's fuck. Hye-jeong, sex time."

"...Yes. Sh-should I start with a blowjob?"

"Yeah, obviously. Gotta get serviced by my Pussy Slave first. You are my Pussy Slave, right, Hye-jeong?"

"... ..., Y-yes, Master... Hye-Hye-jeong is Master's Pussy Slave... M-Master's cum tastes so good..."

She threw in that last line without me prompting.

Must be from all the porn and hentai we'd been watching together lately.

She seemed clueless about that stuff compared to me,

so I'd downloaded a curated selection of sex slave training vids and animes on my laptop from the real world.

Stashed it in Subspace, pulled it out here, and showed her.

Looked like she'd soaked up plenty of inspiration.

"Slurp♡ Slrrp♡ Hnng♡ Slurp♡ Shlup♡ Smack♡"

Hye-jeong between my legs, dick in her mouth, sucking away while gazing up at me with those eyes.

Her blowjob skills had leveled up big time over the past few days—already had me throbbing,

and with that sultry look while she savored it, my climax was building fast.

"Stop. Gonna cum in your pussy."

"Y-yes...!"

"You know the line I want you to say at times like this."

"...Ah, right... Pl-please shove Master's delicious cock...

into Hye-jeong's slutty bitch whore pussy...

Pussy Slave Hye-jeong's pussy craves Master's co— Hngh...! Ahh...!"

She spread her pussy lips wide with both hands while spewing that dirty talk,

and I couldn't hold back—I cut her off mid-sentence and slammed into her.

"Hoo, hoo... Fuck, gonna cum already..."

Going from a killer blowjob straight to edging into her premium pussy had my load surging again.

Unlike the BJ, I didn't hold back this time—pumped it all inside.

After blasting deep in her pussy, I pulled out and held my dick to her lips.

She'd done cleanup blowjobs dozens of times by now—sucked me off like a pro AV star.

"Shluuuurp, slrrp. Smack... Lick. Lick. Slurp. Shlup... Smmk."

"Ngh, yeah... That's it. Suck out every drop left in my urethra."

This cycle—cleanup BJ till I was hard again, fuck her pussy a few strokes, creampie,

pull out for another cleanup, repeat.

After about ten rounds, I was drained, collapsed on the bed staring at nothing.

Of course, I kept her going—no breaks till I said stop. That was our unspoken rule.

She was my Pussy Slave, after all.

I usually cut her slack if she whined about her jaw hurting after too long.

"...Slurp... Um, Master."

"Yeah? What?"

Lately, after a few rounds when I was chilling, she'd started making requests.

What was it called...? Pillow talk pillow fights? Nah, pillow talk negotiations.

Lying there post-fuck, getting a lazy BJ or groping her tits, and she hits you with the cute begging.

Fuck, in that state, you'd give a pretty girl damn near anything.

"...Master said the day before yesterday he wanted another Pussy Slave..."

"Huh... Did I...? Hmm, did I really say that much?"

"Yes... While we were having some beer together..."

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