Chapter 34: Preparing for the Hunt
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 34: Preparing for the Hunt
Kim Ji-hee felt wronged.
The first day she met the man. The day she had taken his cock into her mouth and sucked it before they could even exchange a few words.
The day she spat it out because of the fishy taste of the semen filling her mouth.
Funnily enough, Kim Ji-hee's first instinct had been to read his reaction.
She was inexperienced, but she wasn't so foolish as to be completely clueless.
During her trainee days, she had seen and heard a lot about the dark underbelly of the entertainment industry.
Not all trainees lived as cleanly and with as much self-discipline as she did.
Extreme stress. Strict management.
Naturally, they would look for ways to relieve it, and trainees were often the ones who dated the most despite being forbidden to do so.
Especially among themselves. Since the boys and girls understood each other's struggles so well, they connected more easily.
She had heard many stories, and Kim Ji-hee had also learned a thing or two about what men liked.
That was why she also knew about men's desire for dominance.
Sucking them off wasn't just about the physical pleasure; it was about the psychological thrill of dominance—having a woman beneath them, sucking on their excretory organ.
So, naturally, swallowing the semen was also one of the ways to drive a man wild.
That thought had crossed her mind.
Of course, she hadn't needed to go that far.
It was a semi-forced situation, and he hadn't explicitly told her to swallow.
But in that moment, those thoughts had flashed through her head. Because she was in a position of relative weakness, she had fearfully looked up to gauge his reaction, only to find him frowning.
His eyes had been fixed on the semen dripping down her chin.
Kim Ji-hee had taken that as a sign of dissatisfaction.
Up to that point, it was just her assumption.
But during their second blowjob, she felt it for sure.
He had shoved his cock deep down her throat, blocking her mouth so she couldn't spit out the ejaculated semen, forcing her to take every last drop, and then lingered to savor the afterglow inside her mouth.
Even without trying to swallow, the semen rushing down her throat had long been gulped down. Though a bit of what remained in her mouth leaked out with a reflexive cough, she kept the rest inside, watching his reaction.
The man watched her, just like the first time.
He leaned down and wiped away the semen mixed with saliva that had dripped down, using his thumb.
As he caressed her lips, Kim Ji-hee interpreted it as a sign to swallow.
So she swallowed.
It was her first time swallowing semen of her own accord. If she had to describe the sensation, it wasn't pleasant, but seeing him smile in satisfaction made her feel she had done the right thing.
When he then inserted his thumb to sweep through every corner of her mouth, she assumed he was checking.
So she had diligently licked his thumb with her tongue.
And even when he stroked her head afterward.
To anyone, didn't it look like he loved it when she swallowed, even if he didn't say it out loud?
The fishy taste and strange texture of semen weren't exactly pleasant, but whether she swallowed or spat, the fishy scent that had already coated her mouth wouldn't go away anyway.
She had swallowed this time too, thinking that if a brief gulp could make him happy, she would at least be fulfilling her role. But to hear him say he had never told her to do so...
"Hmph."
She pouted at his playful remark telling her to show him before swallowing next time.
He was just teasing me.
"Clean it up."
Standing up, the man thrust his cock toward her.
After she sucked every corner clean, he headed to the bathroom to wash up and then left.
He's going to wash anyway... Why are men like this? she wondered, but then she reminded herself that it was precisely because of those primal instincts that she was able to be here.
"Hup."
Kim Ji-hee also picked up her backpack and headed up to the warehouse to perform her own temporarily delayed duties.
*
Going out on a hunt requires some preparation.
This was especially true in a zombie apocalypse solo server.
Of course, when you first start the game, your immediate priority is basic farming, and fighting zombies that pop out of nowhere during that process technically counts as hunting.
But putting that aside, a real hunt—where you establish a base and head out specifically to farm—requires a fair amount of preparation.
Because you're heading out after having already established a base to some extent.
In the beginning, you can farm without much tension; if you die, you can just start over.
If players haven't secured a base location or farmed enough food, some will just choose to die and restart depending on the situation.
But once you've secured a base and built up a decent living space, you've invested a significant amount of time and effort.
If you die while out farming, all that time and effort go down the drain, and you have to go through the absolute hell of finding a suitable base all over again. That's why preparation is necessary.
Even so, it's not like there's some extraordinary preparation process.
It's not like you can do whatever you want, either.
In my case, if I have things to pack, I pack them; if not, I just head out.
After all, I've killed more than enough zombies, and my crisis-detection skills—honed through the 100,000-Hour Rule—allow me to pull back whenever things get dangerous.
The reason I'm preparing so thoroughly now is because this is reality.
In the game, I did my best not to die, but I could substitute any unforeseen risks with the confidence that my experience would carry me through. In reality, relying on solid items rather than mere confidence is much more likely to keep me alive.
I had stored the items I'd farmed here and there in Room 202.
Room 201 was the food warehouse.
Room 202 was the equipment warehouse.
There wasn't a massive pile, but there were enough weapons and armor for me to take my pick.
It was time to let go of the `[Rusty Dagger(★)]`.
I'd used it plenty, and since it wasn't a very good item to begin with, the blade was starting to dull.
If it were a good item, I could have sharpened the blade and kept using it, but it wasn't worth the effort, so I tossed it into a large chest set up in a corner of Room 202.
There was no need to throw away useless items.
It was still usable if needed, and there were plenty of people in this apocalyptic world who would kill for even a B-grade weapon like this.
I had already picked out my weapon.
Some surprisingly decent items had dropped during the recent Zombie Rush, and this was one of them.
`[Sharp Butchering Dagger(★★)]`
- Damage to Zombies +2
- Lightness(★)
- Sharpness(★★)
A Level 2 dagger.
It wasn't a rare item.
But it had +2 damage to zombies, Level 2 Sharpness, and Level 1 Lightness.
Unlike other RPGs, items in Zombie Apocalypse rarely had any bullshit superpowers attached to them.
Things like Lightness and Sharpness.
In a world like this, those traits felt more like superpowers than anything else.
Just holding it felt completely different.
Normally, a dagger should feel hefty due to the weight of the blade, but this one weighed less than half of that, making it incredibly light to swing. And Level 2 Sharpness felt like it could literally slice through stone like tofu.
Well, not that I could actually slice tofu... Wait, what am I even saying?
If it were a Level 5 rare item, maybe it really could slice through stone.
Such things didn't exist in the original Zombie Apocalypse world, but in this multi-server, it felt like it might actually be possible.
In any case, I really liked my new weapon.
This was a dagger I'd picked up near the very end of the last day of the Zombie Rush, and my hands had been itching to use it as soon as possible.
I wanted to throw away the `[Old Dagger]` and swap it out right away, but a new weapon deserved to be unveiled at a special moment.
Back in Zombie Apocalypse, I always saved my prized weapons for long-distance expeditions. Most of those had been firearms, but guns weren't easy to come by in Korea yet.
This would be more than enough.
Next, I meticulously packed my armor.
The armor didn't have any special abilities either.
Materials like stab-proof or bulletproof vests were the most common, and people usually wore clothes reinforced with leather.
`[Light Leather Wrist Guard(★)]`
- Durability(★)
`[Light Leather Gloves(★)]`
- Durability(★)
Things of that nature.
Compared to regular leather gloves, items with even Level 1 Durability like these were much sturdier and better.
A level of durability that could block a zombie's scratch or bite once or twice.
That makes a massive difference.
In a 1-on-1 situation, even an ordinary person is usually sensitive enough to a zombie's movements to avoid getting easily bitten or scratched.
But if you run into a zombie that suddenly pops out, or if you get surrounded by a horde, you could get hurt without even realizing you've been scratched.
Wrist guards, leather gloves, a bandana.
I only equipped lightweight gear on these highly exposed areas.
The more heavy armor you pile on, the safer you are from zombies, but it comes with the drawback of reduced mobility.
If your stats are lacking, compensating with heavy gear is a decent option, but it's not a very good idea when dealing with Level 2 Zombies.
Besides, I'm confident in my dodging.
I just need to prevent getting unlucky scratches.
"Feels good to gear up with brand-new stuff."
Technically speaking, since these were dropped by zombies and turned into clean items, I guess they're more like "pre-owned brand-new"...
And finally, I pulled out the absolute newest of the new, which I'd been saving.
A moderately sized backpack.
`[Safety-First Survival Backpack(★★★)]`
- 2m x 2m x 2m
- A backpack with the Internal Expansion Mode applied.
- Allows you to view stored items in an inventory format.
- Weight Reduction(★★) = 50%
I wonder if this is what it feels like to buy a brand-new car.