The Meaning of "Training"
What the hell does “training” even mean?
I looked it up in the dictionary first. The very first entry that popped up was something like a university teaching assistant. Someone who helps a professor or someone in a specific position with their work. That couldn’t be it. I dug a little deeper and found another meaning. To train and teach. But using that word for people sounds creepy. It felt closer to “to tame” than to actually teaching. Like dogs or horses. The owner gives commands, repeats them until they obey, and then rewards them with food or punishes them when they don’t listen. Those kinds of things. - [Prepare to cultivate many “slaves” in advance.] - [You can capture women, train them, and turn them into slaves. You can customize their bodies, appearances, abilities, and even strengthen them however you like to suit your taste.] The system’s hints were crystal clear. The skills I could learn were shockingly explicit. Capture people. Turn them into slaves. Change their bodies, raise their stats, reshape them to your liking. Probably that was what it meant to make a sex slave. From a modern person’s perspective I knew this was wrong. Morality, common sense, the law. I wasn’t clueless about that. But the line that the world was ending in one thousand days still hung in the air. It said the world was going to reset soon. What I needed to check first wasn’t right or wrong. It was how I could use this. There was no way this was just some pointless menu. -- Name: Kim Areum Training Status: 0/5 [+] -- - [Next stage (1/5) unlock condition not met. Progress: 69%.] Other women’s status windows had the same line. [Training Status]. And the word [Unlock]. Something was definitely there. - [69%.] But it never told me what it actually was. When I asked it never answered. “……” There was no consistency. Some things answered every question. Infection method. Zombie characteristics. It gave those details. But when it came to the features I actually needed right now it stayed silent. Was it refusing to explain? Or was it something that couldn’t be explained in words? Either way it was equally annoying. If it were a game that would make sense. The system was similar enough to games. I could just play, fail, try again. If this really were a game. But it wasn’t. No restarts, no walkthroughs. If I thought about the fact that my life was on the line here I got pretty pissed off. But there was still time until the deadline so I wasn’t that impatient. ‘…… I guess it’s not going up anymore.’ It started rising fast. First sex alone gave me 30%. After that every time I had sex it went up another 3% or 5%. Even oral sex didn’t change that. I figured I’d reach 100% without too much trouble. But after I crossed 60% the increase rate suddenly stopped. Even if it went up it was only 1%. There were days it didn’t rise at all. Right now it was stuck at 69%. No matter what I did it stayed there. [Training Status]. Maybe it meant I just wasn’t doing enough by having sex. Since the name itself was “Training” maybe I just needed to do something similar. At first I was too caught up in the sex to notice. Then I started focusing on collecting points. One point per ejaculation. It was too low so I tried to just increase the number of times. That alone was enough for the percentage to keep climbing. But now I was more calm and points weren’t coming in fast so my attention shifted elsewhere. Once it unlocks what changes and what can I do? Training. How do I even do that? * - [D-Day 989.] This was my last shift of the week. I was killing time with a slightly excited feeling. When there were no customers I scrolled through sites. The stuff I was looking at was for survival. When the zombie crisis hit the first thing to break would be infrastructure. Electricity, water, communications, logistics. No need to overthink it. Half the population suddenly gone and the world wouldn’t keep running normally. The real problem was that I knew nothing about this. I had never thought I had any talent for studying and I didn’t know anything about this kind of knowledge. It was strange how some people prepared for the apocalypse. I didn’t even have much interest in survival stuff. I decided to collect what people were saying. ‘Food and water can wait later.’ Right now what mattered was expiration dates. I didn’t even have space to store anything at home. No room for rice, bottled water, canned goods. No place to pile them up. I couldn’t even lay out a mattress so I was sleeping on the floor. What else could I ask for? Still, while skipping comments I copied the things that looked usable into my notebook. I could buy them later. Water purifier. First aid medicine. Lighter. Batteries. Power bank. Butane gas. Disinfectant. Antihistamine. Looking at it all it was basically a disaster-prep list. It really was. ‘…… Buying a house somewhere remote would be good.’ What did they call those things? Panic room? Bunker? Something like that. I looked further and decided containers or warehouses converted into living spaces seemed more realistic than buying a whole house. After that I checked various equipment too. Solar panels. Power banks. Generators. Rainwater tanks. Water purification devices. Well pumps. Just looking at the names made me realize they cost a lot. Not just a little. There were things that cost a few hundred thousand won and others that were millions. Of course, once you factored in land or a whole house the numbers changed. My salary couldn’t cover it. It didn’t matter. Whether it was a bank or a loan shark or whatever. If the world really ended I wouldn’t need to repay it. If it didn’t end then I’d be screwed anyway. But I was sure it wouldn’t. There was still time. I thought about it slowly. Of course I wasn’t going to borrow anything right now. I needed to set a date. Borrow too early and I’d be chased on repayment day. Borrow too late and I wouldn’t have enough time to prepare. ‘Exercise is fine though.’ There was talk about stamina. That was true. If I had to run or something unexpected happened my body would be all I had. But since nothing was here yet I wasn’t in a hurry. Just like that. “Yeah… uh, I don’t know. Anyway it’s annoying, whatever.” “…… Come in.” There I was when the door opened and some woman walked in. Neat features. A suit that fit her body perfectly. The sound of her high heels clicked across the floor. While talking on the phone she only gave a small nod to my greeting and headed straight for the drink aisle. “…… This convenience store. What about you? Not buying, right? I’m not buying.” ------ Name: Han Yeji Age: 24 Height: 164.5 cm Measurements: 78 (C) - 59 - 83 Appearance: 75/100 Physical Stats: 1/10 Sexual History: 206 [Check History] Training Status: 0/5 Skills: None ------ Her looks were unusual. Small face, good figure. She looked like an actress who wasn’t famous but if I had to introduce her I could believe it. But from what she said and how she dressed she seemed like a normal office worker. “……” Wait, was 206 really that high? Sexual history 206. Looking at recent logs I saw the same name repeated. A boyfriend? The period wasn’t short. The moment I confirmed it my interest cooled a little. The better the item the faster someone else grabs it. I knew that. I didn’t even need the status window for that. There was almost no chance a pretty girl would be alone, and definitely not a virgin. There might be one but it would be rare. She had to be a virgin. I hadn’t planned on that. But lately I started wondering if I really wasn’t a virgin. Of course, if I could check a girl’s sex history it would show every experience she’d had with other men and how could I handle that? Before, those things didn’t matter because I couldn’t see them so after dating I figured it was better not to know. But now that I could see the status window it hit harder than I expected. Even when I wasn’t dating it happened. When I got interested it caught my eye first. In this global era that kind of thinking is old-fashioned. These days it’s weirder to hope that a 24-year-old has never dated. I wasn’t even supposed to have an opinion after what I’d done with my sister. But people’s hearts didn’t sort themselves so neatly. Just because I was dirtier didn’t mean someone’s past didn’t bother me. The people who didn’t care about that kind of thing were a little respectable. Married woman? Boyfriend? Past doesn’t matter? If it feels right they just go for it. People who say everything in love is okay. How broad-minded were they? Or maybe they just had good brains. As long as the keeper was taken out. “Yeah, yeah. Me too.” “1,300 won.” The woman paid with a card. The call was still going. “Have a good day.” She only gave a small nod and left. Just like that. The door closed. “……” Only the sound of the refrigerator remained. I stood there staring at the spot where the status window had vanished. 206. Why did I even look? “Time, hurry up.” In that sense it was maybe a good thing my sister was a virgin. Ugly, fat, gloomy personality, no way anyone would get hooked. Before that would have grossed me out. My sister locked up at home for twenty-seven years without meeting a single man. Thinking about it now it was pathetic and disgusting. But now it was different. It was actually fortunate. Ugly I could fix. Fat I could slim down. Personality, body, whatever was needed I could change. It would just cost points and time. On the other hand things that had already happened I couldn’t fix. Numbers like 206. Names listed one after another when I checked the history. Even if I poured points into them I couldn’t delete them. “…… Ah.” Even I thought I was pathetic. Somehow I got annoyed and I wanted to have a match with my sister. * As quitting time approached most of the cleanup was done and I was handling customers who came in early. “Bag please.” “Here you go.” The moment I pulled out a bag an unexpected notification sound rang out. - [Climax from masturbation +1] “…… Eh?” “What?” The customer looked at me. I quickly lowered my head. “Ah, no. Sorry. Just a second.” I hurriedly scanned the items the customer handed me while blinking my eyes. Beep, beep. Beep. “6,750 won.” “Give me a cash receipt please.” “Oh, yes.” I received the bills and gave change in coins. “Please enter the number.” The customer tapped it on the terminal. While watching I kept replaying the notification I’d seen earlier. I hadn’t misheard. “Have a good day.” After sending the customer off. “……” I stood there blankly for a moment. Climax from masturbation? I opened the status window. My points had increased by one. It wasn’t a mishearing or a misreading. The source didn’t even need to be thought about. It was obviously my sister. Even if I called her a slave there was only my sister. “…… Huh.” Even if my sister didn’t do it often I knew she knew how to masturbate. I scrolled through her history. A change had appeared. At the very top. A new record. Since the day I strongly scolded her she hadn’t masturbated again. Below that were only the records of sex with me. - [Month Day Year, 06:33. Experienced climax from masturbation. (Detailed confirmation).] Today. And right now. When I wanted to check the details more a new section opened. The content itself was nothing special. I hadn’t watched anything. I hadn’t used any tool. Just my hand rubbing myself. The object used in the act was listed but nothing about what I was thinking or what thoughts I had appeared. All I knew was that my sister had masturbated. “……” Of course the important part wasn’t that. - [Climax from masturbation +1] Even if I didn’t do anything points came in. That was what mattered. “…… Oh.” Yeah. My sister could earn points even if she did it alone.