Chapter 16
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Living Doll Duties and Zombie Bait
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The next morning, as I opened my eyes, the sight of Yejin still fast asleep right in front of me came into view.
She must have been exhausted after coming to my place yesterday—she was out cold. Probably hadn't been able to let her guard down and sleep soundly while staying in that apartment until now.
Then my gaze drifted down to Yejin's breasts as she lay there.
Even though she was staring at the ceiling—or rather, lying on her back—they were proudly displaying their weight. Anyone could see they were begging to be groped. Besides, Yejin was basically my live-in onahole doll now, so I could touch them whenever I wanted, fuck her whenever I felt like it.
I grabbed one of Yejin's breasts with a single hand, but it was so huge it wouldn't fit entirely in my palm.
Kneading that marshmallow-soft, squishy mound brought a strange sense of peace to my mind. I could kinda understand why guys are so obsessed with women's tits.
"Mmngh..."
As I fondled her breast, Yejin slowly opened her eyes and turned her head, scanning her surroundings.
"O... oppa?"
"Yeah, good morning~"
Yejin stared blankly at me waving with a smile, then rubbed her eyes and sat up. Even as she did, my hand stayed glued to her breast, kneading away without pause.
"...You like touching my boobs that much?"
"Yup, love it. I could grope them all day."
"Then my skin's gonna peel right off."
She might have a point, but any damage like that, she could heal herself, right? She's a Medical Specialist, after all. Plus, now that she's an Awakener, her physical abilities have improved—no way something like this would hurt her.
Yejin gave me a look like she couldn't believe I was still groping her chest, then turned her head and spotted my lower half.
"Oppa, is that standing up because you're touching my boobs, or is it just that morning wood thing guys always get?"
"Guess which one. Get it right, and I'll give you a present."
"Hmm... because you're touching my boobs?"
Picking the first option—does this girl secretly take pride in her tits? Well, she has every right to; they're gorgeous and massive.
"Wrong."
"Oh, so it's the physiological thing?"
"Nah. Both."
Hearing my answer, Yejin narrowed her eyes and glared at me. But what could she do about it? Actually, Yejin did have a job to do. If she's my onahole doll, the moment she opens her eyes and sees her master's cock standing at full attention, she should know to get moving on her own, right?
I just stared at her without a word, and Yejin got up from her spot. She positioned herself between my legs as I lay there and grabbed my erect cock with her hand.
Nice. She gets it without me even saying anything. Yejin, you're just too perfect.
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After blowing one load—make that three—through Yejin, I got ready to head out.
Truth be told, I had a busy day planned, but screwing around with Yejin ate up my whole morning.
Not that I'm complaining. It was a blast.
Once outside, it was back to the usual zombie-hunting grind in this post-apocalyptic world. Gotta farm coins, level up, and stockpile that all-important Demonic Energy.
Plus, with the Zombie Wave from yesterday's [Main Quest 1] in mind, I needed to prep as much as possible.
Surviving solo wouldn't be an issue for me, but now I had Yejin—my [onahole doll]—to protect.
I needed to make sure she could stay safe on her own while I was gone.
So, I used up nearly all the Demonic Energy left in me to set up trap magic in the room. I poured more than double the amount I'd used on the storage traps, creating Demonic Energy Explosions that could turn any average intruder into Swiss cheese in seconds.
That said, if dozens attacked at once, it'd burn through all the Demonic Energy and fizzle out. Better stock up more today and reinforce them.
Still, with zombie numbers slightly up since [Main Quest 1] kicked off, it was good news for me. Others might see it as a nightmare with survival on the line, but to me, it just meant more walking honey pots on the streets. Bring it on.
Hell, I wished they'd ramp it up big time.
That way, I could massacre even more zombies.
Once I figured I was all set to head out, I felt a tug on my clothes from behind. Turning around, I saw Yejin clutching my collar with a fidgety, anxious look on her face.
"Um... what should I do?"
I could guess why she was acting like this. Probably worried I'd ditch her if she just sat around doing nothing.
Her desperate clinginess was kinda cute.
"Just stay here. Yeah... to be safe, don't step outside this room. I've set it up to handle any people or zombies trying to break in, so you'll be fine as long as you stay inside."
"Just stay here? Like, do nothing?"
"Yep. Your whole purpose here is as my onahole doll for relieving my sexual needs—nothing more, nothing less. Nail that, and I won't complain. Got it?"
I hadn't expected anything from Yejin beyond that when I brought her here. If she just sucked my dick enthusiastically and took it well enough to handle my urges, that was more than enough to earn her keep.
Yejin made a subtle face, still not used to being called an onahole doll, but I turned my back to her.
"Alright, if you get it, I'm heading out~"
"O-okay. B-be careful out there..."
"Sure thing~"
I waved to Yejin and stepped outside.
Hmm... Leaving the house, I roamed around diligently searching for zombies. Just like always, I cut down every one I spotted... but was this really just a slight increase?
It didn't feel much different from when [Main Quest 1] first popped up. Maybe they did increase, but I just wasn't noticing?
- Grraaahhh!
"Shut up, you."
I shoved my blade into the throat of a zombie lunging for my neck, then scanned the surroundings for a tall building nearby.
To spot clusters of zombies like at that big mart last time, it was more efficient to scout from up high rather than wandering the streets.
Should I make some noise and lure a horde?
Problem was, these things were tricky—they didn't react much to sounds unless they were already aggroed on a human. It wasn't just loud noises; they seemed programmed to chase human-like sounds specifically.
That's why pulling aggro from a big group like at K-Mart last time and picking them off one by one was the best strategy.
Decision made, I climbed up the nearest high-rise.
Lemme see... any good honey pots clustered up somewhere?
Then, instead of zombies, I spotted what looked like two people together.
Curious, I focused in and saw a guy gripping a woman, thrusting his hips like mad. But it wasn't consensual—her hands were bound, and he was pounding her from behind.
Anyone could see it was rape. Even without the apocalypse, the tears streaming down her face and her pained expression screamed she was suffering. Unless they were roleplaying some rape fantasy for porn—and good luck filming that now—it was straight-up brutal.
What an idiot. Run into scum like that? Tsk tsk. If you can't protect yourself, hide. Or better yet, latch onto someone like me, like Yejin did.
If I hadn't taken her in, she'd probably have ended up whored out to those apartment thugs eventually. They'd ration food and water to make life hell, then tempt her: "Trade your body for extras."
Thinking about it, damn good call bringing her along.
Remembering this morning's feast, blood rushed south again. Ah, wanna hurry home and pound her already.
If I were some justice-driven hero, I'd have charged in the second I saw the rape, sliced the bastard's throat, and played white knight. But I'm not dealing with that hassle.
Even if that woman was way hotter than Yejin, living with some guy's sloppy seconds? Pass.
Just her fate, I guess. Shaking it off to hunt zombies, a brilliant idea hit me.
I moved straight toward the guy, still balls-deep in his conquest.
"Hahk! Huuk! You fucking bitch!"
"Sob, sob! P-please stop! M-mercy!"
"Your pussy's gushing, so don't even try that shit. You fucking slut!"
Too engrossed to notice me, I poked the guy's back with my finger.
"Helllooo~"
"Huh? Who the fuck are you?"
"You're my pick for today!"
"Crazy fuck, don't interrupt! Get lost!!"
The guy scowled and yelled as I barged in spouting nonsense. Normally, I'd snap his neck on the spot, but I needed him right now, so I held back.
Instead, I slammed a light low kick into his legs, shattering both.
"Gaaaaahhh!"
His legs bent in impossible directions, and he collapsed screaming. I grabbed one arm and dragged him along.
"Lemme see... ah, perfect spot."
Reaching the open area I'd scouted earlier, I tossed him in the middle of the street. Then, using a bit of Demonic Energy, I conjured a transparent cage around him.
"W-what the hell is this? You fucker, who are you?!"
"Good, perfect. Stay just like that."
With his legs wrecked, he wasn't escaping my cage anytime soon. But what if nearby zombies spotted him?
They'd swarm to bite, of course. Couldn't break the cage, so they'd rage outside it.
He'd scream in terror not knowing when they'd get him, drawing even more zombies with the noise.
In short: minimal Demonic Energy for a living zombie lure trap. Genius.
Leave him a day, and you'd have a nice horde gathered.
This might actually be great.
Set up a bunch, and it'd beat wandering around hunting daily.