D-Day 995
DING.
Something collided with a dull thud.
Footsteps echoed right after, pacing slowly.
Those sounds filtered through the thin blanket covering me.
I opened my eyes.
My head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with wet cotton.
Thoughts moved sluggishly, one after another.
The first thing my vision caught was the ceiling.
Yellow light from the bulb.
Peeling wallpaper.
I stared at it blankly for a while.
... What the hell.
My own voice sounded cracked.
Even though it was mine, I was surprised for a second.
My whole body felt oddly heavy.
No feverish aches.
But my limbs were weak, like they belonged to someone who hadn't moved in days.
My waist was stiff from lying there too long, shoulders knotted tight.
The room was bright because the light was on.
I rubbed my eyes a few times and sat up.
The blanket slipped down below my chest.
Unconsciously scanning around, I spotted my phone on the nightstand.
I unlocked the screen as usual.
1:33.
Still early morning, I thought.
But through the curtains, it was pitch dark outside.
E-Eh... A-Am I awake...?!
That was her voice.
It made even the listener's pulse race.
The moment I heard it, my head started clearing up bit by bit.
After work.
Came home.
Showered.
Ate.
Lying down to sleep.
Then...
...
Ah, right.
The memories didn't flood back all at once.
They just trickled in piece by piece.
My sister in a panic.
My own voice.
The system notification sound.
Once those thoughts connected, I scratched my head.
What time is it...?
I asked my sister.
...
One thirty in the morning.
Ah...
I must've slept way too late.
Losing track of time, I woke up early.
Normally I'd be pissed off for wasting a day off.
But this time, that thought didn't hit me.
Ready the meal?
She was at the sink.
The kitchen was just a wall attached to the room, but still.
A t-shirt with some weird character printed on it.
Short shorts.
She was preparing breakfast in the most ordinary outfit.
Stirring the pot, setting out bowls, opening the side dish container.
Noticing I was staring, my sister shrank her shoulders a little.
U-Uh... j-just give me a sec, it'll be ready soon.
What's the meal?
A yawn slipped in, words slurring.
Leftover from last night... and kimchi jjigae...
Kimchi jjigae?
Yeah.
Ah.
I nodded vaguely.
Only then did the tangy scent of kimchi simmering reach my nose.
Saliva flooded my mouth from the sharp smell.
But strangely, I didn't feel hungry at all.
Instead, I just felt like I had to pee.
... Haa.
I stretched dramatically, started to pull the blanket off to stand... but stopped.
Only then did I realize I wasn't wearing anything on my body.
That blank feeling finally registered.
No panties at all.
Flaccid genitals.
The moment I recognized it, my crotch itched.
I hadn't washed after last night's rough session with my sister.
Dried fluids and residue.
What to do.
I hesitated for a second.
But decided to head to the bathroom as is.
Too lazy.
Besides, this room only had me and my sister anyway.
... Ah.
The narrow room meant it was only a few steps to the bathroom.
Naturally, my sister's gaze, which had caught my bare body up close, turned this way.
It dropped instantly.
She tried to pretend she hadn't seen.
But it was like a broken toy creaking.
I scratched my nape, opened the bathroom door.
How long will it take?
Eh, not long.
So, how long?
O-Only five minutes...?
I thought about whether to shower or not.
My body felt gross.
But showering now would be weird.
Since the meal was almost ready, making her wait felt off.
Eat then shower.
The conclusion came fast.
Glug.
Glug-glug-glug.
... Haa.
Right after waking, my urine stream started in stops, then kept flowing like a waterfall.
I shook it off like rain, flicked the rest with my hand, and finished.
Swoosh.
At the sink, I turned the faucet and washed my hands.
Cold water on my knuckles brought me back a bit.
I splashed some on my face.
Water droplets ran down my chin.
I wiped between my legs too, getting my hands wet.
After that, I came out rubbing with a towel.
She was still preparing the meal.
...
It looked like it would be done soon anyway.
Two bowls of rice and the dishes.
Side dishes.
While listening to the bubbling pot, I sat cross-legged, naked, and turned on my phone.
Nothing to see.
Still, I looked at the screen.
No particular reason.
... Eh, eh?
Right after, my sister came over carrying kimchi jjigae and let out a strange sound.
What?
Ueh... a-ah, no.
I looked up.
My sister immediately lowered her eyes.
Then carefully sat across from me.
... Umm.
...
The meal began quietly.
No one said anything.
Just the video audio filled the silence.
It was noisy yet peaceful at the same time.
...
But my inner thoughts were actually pretty complicated.
Oh, I'm such an idiot.
What is this.
Even though I was acting casual on the outside, inside I felt like screaming.
Even my airheaded sister at least knew how to react.
Crying.
Cowering in the corner.
Pulling the blanket over her head and staying silent.
Sitting with knees together, head bowed.
Those were the typical examples.
If forced, she'd probably just comply.
I'd thought she'd be like that afterward too, more resigned than rebellious.
Shouting or getting angry never crossed my mind.
But acting like it never happened was beyond my expectation.
Preparing the meal.
For someone who raped her, that's not exactly peaceful.
My sister wasn't an ordinary person.
If you looked at what she did.
Still, damn.
Because I was so embarrassed, I ended up acting casual too.
Should I be happy or angry.
Somehow, it felt like I had peeked into the deepest part of my sister's mind.
...
This turned out to be a good thing.
It was already done.
If it was lucky, then lucky.
It wasn't a bad thing.
Name: Kim Seojin
Skills: None [+]
Owned Slaves: [Kim Areum]
Points Held: 32
Virgin Acquisition +10
Hymen Rupture +10
Incest +10
Intravaginal Ejaculation +1
Intravaginal Ejaculation +1
No conversation at the meal.
I decided to check the status window instead.
I pretended to look at the phone screen while confirming it.
I had fallen asleep without checking yesterday anyway.
'Is this a lot...?'
Points held: 32.
A lot or little.
One intravaginal ejaculation gives 1 point.
That seemed low.
Simple calculation: once a day, for 1000 days, 1000 points.
Ten times a day: 10,000 points.
Whether anyone could do that is beside the point.
Looking at it that way, it actually seemed like a lot.
Name: Kim Areum (Owner: Kim Seojin)
Age: 27
Height: 170.2cm [+]
Three Sizes: 106(F) - 88 - 109 [+]
Appearance: 40/100 [+]
Physical Stats: 1/10
Sexual Intercourse Count: 2 [History Check]
Training Status: 0/5 [+]
Skills: None [+]
My sister's status window had changed too.
The most noticeable were the [+] marks next to the items.
Mine or hers.
At first glance, they weren't there.
I chewed my rice, pressed one randomly.
The detailed items appeared the same as before.
But what used to be just checkable was now adjustable in numbers.
For example, raising height by 0.1cm costs 1 point.
Increasing sight by 0.1 costs 1 point.
Reducing weight by 100g costs 1 point.
Like that.
No way, this is ridiculously cheap.
100 points for 10cm.
Raising someone's height by 10cm sounds too cheap.
- [Fighting Lv 1: 10 points], [Pain Tolerance Lv 1: 10 points], [Threat Detection Lv 1: 10 points]...
Other items were similar.
Looking at the skills, I could buy them too.
Checking showed they were all combat or survival skills.
Even more checking confirmed it.
Blunt weapon proficiency.
Stamina training.
Poison resistance, and so on.
Considering the 1000-day zombie setting, this made sense.
Even further down, there were these too.
- [Telekinesis Lv 1: 100 points], [Flight Lv 1: 100 points]...
Superpowers.
Just looking at it, those were the only ones.
The status window itself was already ridiculous.
A zombie apocalypse making sense.
Turning people into points doesn't make sense.
Now questioning superpowers is funny.
Actually, it was good.
Just one flight skill would cut down on being bitten by zombies.
Of course, if there were flying zombies, I'd worry later.
That was a future problem.
I checked my own status window again.
Maybe I could buy something too.
- [Caress Lv 1: 10 points], [Libido Lv 1: 10 points], [Penis Control Lv 1: 10 points]...
What the hell.
Is there a hidden camera.
Why are my skills only this.
No.
I don't even like fighting, but this is too much.
Zombies coming.
The world ending.
Half the population infected.
I really can't understand.
Thinking about the slave and training system structure, it wasn't impossible to accept.
I can accept it.
But.
These guys have no intention of hiding it.
The packaging is even more naked than a speck of dust.
I clicked my tongue unconsciously.
I want to use superpowers too.
No matter how much I look, it's not there.
Probably my role is not a combatant.
Unlike my sister, I can't even adjust physical stats.
Does this make sense.
Superman my ass.
I should just be the male Lois Lane next to him.
The battle is done by the slave.
I just increase the number of slaves.
...
This structure is pure shit.