D-Day 990
I was mindlessly scrolling my phone when the notification popped up out of nowhere ten days ago. Seven days had already passed since I graduated from breeding my sister. But honestly, nothing about my days had changed much at all.
Even today I was still at the convenience store. If tomorrow the whole world was gonna end, locking myself in at home would make sense. But with a full nine hundred and ninety days still left, I couldn’t just throw everything away right now. I needed money, first and foremost.
The nest egg from my grandmother plus what I’d saved up on my own might cover two or three years of zero spending. If I was living alone. Unfortunately I had a sister to think about. The money we two needed to eat and survive would never be enough. And even if it were, how the hell was I supposed to stretch the remaining time?
So I had to act like a proper adult and get a job. Whether that suited me or not was a different question.
“…Hmm.”
The convenience store had no official break times. Instead, there were plenty of quiet moments. When there were no customers and the truck hadn’t arrived, that was my break. Filling shelves or mopping the floor was annoying, but at least I didn’t have to keep moving like in a restaurant, and the store wasn’t huge.
Evening had settled in and the night was just beginning to deepen when the footsteps outside finally slowed. The occasional night owls still trickled in. A smoker grabbing cigarettes. A ramen fiend eating on the way out. A drunk stumbling in. As long as I only dealt with those types, I was fine.
I was sitting on the chair tucked behind the counter, staring at my phone. “….”
If I kept saying I was always glued to my phone, there wasn’t much I could say back. It was pretty common these days anyway. Who knows, it might even be a social issue by now. But for someone like me, it was barely a crime. At least I wasn’t out walking around checking it.
**SYSTEM NOTIFICATION**
**User app usage detected.** **YouTube: 6 hours 52 minutes.** **Internet: 4 hours 17 minutes.** **Please be careful with eye strain.**
The notification flashed at the top of my screen. “….”
I silently deleted it without a word. They’d stuffed some useless shit into my phone.
“…Sigh.”
It was irritating. I really was looking at the phone, but what actually occupied my mind wasn’t the screen at all. It was the overlay right on top of it.
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**Name:** Kim Seojin **Skills:** [Vitality Lv 1] [+] **Owned Slaves:** [Kim Areum] **Points Held:** 33
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I kept the status window open on my phone while I stared at the real screen. Simple reason. I wanted it to look natural. The status window only appeared to me. It was just a hologram no one else could see. So anyone watching would think I was just standing there blankly staring into empty space.
A few times might be fine. But if I kept doing it, it would look weird no matter who saw. Was the night-shift convenience-store guy just staring into the void behind the counter? Yeah, I was the only one in the store, but it still wasn’t exactly a good look.
In that sense, the phone was a perfect disguise. When I was staring at it, no one cared what I was really looking at. Everyone was doing the same thing. If my head was down, people just figured I was on my phone.
So when I pulled up the status window, I usually kept the phone on at the same time. Or I’d pretend to check cup-ramen stock or scan the cigarette rack. I did it all the time. Once I opened someone else’s status window it stayed until I decided to close it, so faking it was easy enough.
“…I’m fucked.”
The thought slipped out. I rarely muttered to myself, but the words came anyway. Or maybe it was more like my mouth moved before my brain caught up after too many sleepless nights.
“…Sigh.”
Another groan followed. Because…
“…”
I was frustrated. Points. The points were way too low. Not low enough to be pathetic, but low. One ejaculation per round and that was it? Did that even make sense?
Of course at first I’d gained thirty-two points. Virgin. Incest. The kind of bonuses that made you suspicious of the developer’s motives. It added up. Pretty damn good at the time.
And it kept coming in faster than I expected. I might even be exaggerating. But no, it wasn’t fast enough.
I stared harder at the status window.
**‘Fuck, you’re a machine.’**
- [Vitality Lv 2: 100 points]
[ Vitality Lv 1 ] had only cost ten points. Now it was ten times more to reach the next level. I couldn’t tell if other skills worked the same way. I couldn’t tell.
**‘It really does work, though.’**
I usually did it once or twice a day on average. Sometimes every day, sometimes not. But after hitting Vitality Lv 1, I could pull it off about five times a day now.
I’d bought the skill because it was the top priority, and even now I thought it was a good choice. Everything else had to be farmed first before the rest would cycle. I wasn’t just working a night shift at the convenience store for fun.
I’d hesitated at first, but every time I saw my kid come back to life like a dog after dying, I’d sigh in admiration. This really was the real deal. Confidence stack one had even reached.
“…”
But as far as I was concerned, one hundred points was too steep. The payout was too stingy. How the hell was I supposed to save that much?
Five times a day meant twenty days. On paper it wasn’t impossible, but repeating the same thing every single day sounded exhausting. After today it would just be another day of the same grind. That was when the real worry started.
Vitality? It was nice, sure. But I’d already passed that point. Logically I knew it. To get the maximum efficiency I needed to grind points nonstop and jump straight to the next tier. Even the first stage was already beyond normal expectations. The next one would probably be insane. There was no time to rest. I also knew I had to use the remaining days wisely.
One point per orgasm made it even harder to accumulate. Nine hundred and ninety days until the world ended. I needed to stay sharp.
The problem was I was still human. There were days I just didn’t feel like it. And seriously, was my sister even attractive? She’d been fat. People said beauty faded in three days, and I was probably tired of that.
The first day I’d been the most excited, and looking back now it was the peak. A few days later the novelty had worn off and now it was basically just duty. Fellatio practice or whatever, once the spark died the whole thing became annoying.
Right now I was either watching videos or forcing myself through it. Back then the pleasure had made me feel good, but actually doing it again wasn’t nearly as exciting.
That mindset was starting to mess with my body too. The time from getting hard to finishing was getting longer and longer. That was probably why my sister could suck and I still lasted forever.
I was starting to feel bored. I was still shooting five loads a day even though I didn’t want to, like some kind of daily quest I couldn’t skip.
“…Fuck, I don’t know.”
I opened Kim Areum’s status window. Because she was registered as an owned slave I could summon her anytime, so the moment I thought of her, her status appeared.
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(Points to spend: 22)
**Name:** Kim Areum (Owner: Kim Seojin) **Age:** 27 **Height:** 170.2 cm [+] **→** 170.3 cm **Three Sizes:** 106(F) - 88 - 109 [+] **→** 106(F) - 87 - 108 **Appearance:** 40/100 [+] **Physical Stats:** 1/10 **Sex Count:** 35 [History Check] **Training Status:** 0/5 [+] **Skills:** None [+]
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- [Total points required: 490] - [Physical customization progresses gradually.] - [Total estimated time: 767:42:27] - [Current points: 33] - [Points can be distributed evenly to meet the goal.] - [Estimated application rate: 6.73%] - [Estimated time required: 51:42:10] - [Spend 33 points?]
“…”
- [33 points spent.] - [Estimated time required: 51:42:10]
“Shit.”
I just went for it.
To upgrade Vitality Lv 1 to Lv 2 I needed one hundred points, so I’d unconsciously thrown the leftover twenty-two into her before. The tiny change wasn’t obvious, but adding the thirty-three I’d just spent made it fifty-five. Based on the five-hundred-twelve-point mark, it was a little over one-tenth.
Something had to change at this point. I still had to mess with her appearance later, but right now the body was the urgent priority. A pig had to become a person.
First, self-improvement could wait. Let’s start with the physical upgrade.
“…”
Watching all those points I’d saved disappear in seconds left me empty. Back to zero.
Efficiency only mattered in games. I was living in the real world.
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** Gallery**
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**Title:** Holy shit I won the lottery lmao lmao lmao lmao
**Author:** (59.12)
If a zombie apocalypse hits in one thousand days, what should I prepare first? Assume I have a few thousand dollars.
Food? Water? A car? Generator? Camping gear?
I searched the internet and everyone just gave me the same brain-dead answers. When I asked a conversational AI it just said “The realistic chance of a zombie outbreak is extremely low, so if anxiety is persistent please seek professional help.” Something like that.
No jokes. Realistically.
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(118.235): Where the fuck did the lottery money go, asshole
(223.39): Fishing level check lmao
(106.101): Saw the title, figured it was about zombies lmao
(39.7): Go to a mental hospital first, seriously
(211.36): This is correct
(59.12): No, I’m just assuming
Chorong-i-kkot(39.7): If you’re assuming then assume your own brain is broken
Paran convenience store: One thousand days is just save money. If you buy stuff the expiration date is fucked
(175.223): I came back from zombie survival
(59.12): Not a game
(175.223): What the fuck?
(121.160): Water first. Without water people can’t last a few days
(223.62): Asking an AI and then laughing lmao lmao
(106.102): You using JiBot? I heard it’s still dolphin level
(118.235): Apologize to the dolphin
(55.48): Still smarter than you
(120.167): That’s true
(175.223): Oh and did Hanwha win today?
(223.39): Suddenly?
(175.223): Is this guy’s post even normal
(118.235): It’s the opposite so I can’t disagree
Free for today: Brothers in need of quick cash come here. New members get 30k instantly lmao [link deleted]
(223.39): Zombies should go extinct before these guys
Preparing seriously: Answer seriously and the order is water, medicine, food, electricity, security. People looking for guns have just seen too many movies
(106.101): Weapons in Korea lmao Knife waving around and get arrested by police on day one or get stabbed to death
Preparing seriously: Did you even read the post?
(211.234): Nah. Three years left, start with stamina. Even with food you can’t run as a pig. Why water first, food first?
(39.7): Get a girlfriend first. That’s actually harder than zombies
(223.38): Buy a cheap house
(121.160): Who’s gonna manage it if you buy an empty house?
(223.38): Who the fuck knows
(211.36): If it has a warehouse maybe it’s okay. But if it’s too far out you’re fucked. Don’t buy it now, wait until you have money
(43.12): Yeah that’s right. If it’s gonna end anyway, pull every cent from the three finance companies
(118.235): If it doesn’t end your life ends first
(43.12): Then collection agencies come before zombies
(39.7): Collectors knock before the zombies lmao
(59.12): Loans are good
(223.39): Suddenly acting normal
(106.101): People who believe in zombies what are they worried about
(223.62): Lots of people are gonna try to loot the supermarket when it happens, but that’s gonna get them killed by people
Parched convenience store: Live trapped in the house for three years then go loot on day one, watch
(118.235): Three years later holy pilgrimage reservation
(223.39): Are you really gonna have anyone left?
(118.235): These guys will still be posting even if they turn into zombies
(223.39): Internet won’t work, sir
(39.7): Author, go sleep tonight
(223.62): But people who write these posts are the first to get bitten when it actually happens
(211.36): Conclusion. Water, medicine, food, stamina. Guns and cars are next. Houses when you have money.
(106.101): Real talk, did you just memo this ? Fuck lmao
(39.7): These guys are kinda scary
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