Chapter 82: Orphanages Have Pretty Big Buildings These Days
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 82: Orphanages Have Pretty Big Buildings These Days
Before long, the door to the director's office opened, and an armed student walked in.
I grabbed the bastard immediately and threw him out the window.
I showed off enough strength to send him flying in a single toss, despite the considerable distance.
A few more followed.
How many was it?
It felt like more than ten.
As I threw them out one by one every time they opened the door and entered, one of the bastards left in the director's office finally screamed.
"F-Fuck! Stop! We'll give it to you, fuck!!"
I walked over to him.
I grabbed him and threw him out the window too.
"Aaaargh!"
"Still haven't learned your lesson?"
You can't reason with kids.
You have to beat them.
Such unethical sayings had long vanished from the modern world, but these days, I found myself agreeing with them quite a bit.
Why bother trying to talk to a son of a bitch who won't listen?
They'll listen once you beat them.
"S-Sorry."
"Please spare us."
Kids are weak.
Aside from physical strength, they are mentally weak.
Having lived fewer years meant they lacked that much experience.
The calloused resilience to new experiences—they lacked that.
"How many Coins do you guys have? Is begging going well? Orphanages have pretty big buildings these days. You must be making good money."
Only then did they start to understand, and a conversation became possible.
The students, who had all put out their cigarettes, answered politely.
"About 500 Coins a day... For food, one of the kids' dads runs a company with a warehouse, so we brought some from there, and the rest we got from begging..."
They're making a lot more than I thought.
For a faction made up of roughly over a hundred kids, their earnings were quite decent.
Granted, a larger population meant they could hunt more zombies, but since they were mostly kids and many were of begging age, their actual combat force didn't seem that large.
It was true that children also possessed basic stats, but that didn't overcome the disadvantages of a small frame.
And experience didn't just magically appear out of nowhere.
Being small had its advantages, but the disadvantages remained just as prominent.
"Are you still keeping secrets from me? I'm hurt."
"Aaaargh! I'm sorry... I'm sorry!! There are women downstairs too!!"
When I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him slightly, he pissed his pants and screamed.
Learned fear.
It really makes people easy to handle.
Lift one, throw him out.
Lift another, throw him out.
In that manner, over twenty people were thrown outside without a single exception.
Thus, an equation was established in the minds of the watching students: If you get lifted, you get thrown outside.
This guy was the first to break that pattern.
Even though I had only lifted him slightly, he seemed to think he had barely escaped death. He collapsed to the floor, wiping away his tears.
"Women?"
"Yes... the women we brought in... when adults come, we let them meet them for money... 50 Coins a turn... If they're pretty, it's 100 to 200 Coins... Minors start from 200 Coins... And if they're pretty on top of that, the executives keep them or we sell them for 500 Coins..."
"You guys are really smart."
Well, it was a common occurrence in the apocalypse.
An event that was bound to happen.
A zombie apocalypse game that castrated all of this was just a piece-of-shit trash game.
Buying and selling people was extremely basic for any faction with even a sliver of breathing room.
Once appetite and sleep were taken care of, the only thing left was sexual desire. In fact, in a zombie apocalypse, once you secured food and sleep and had some leeway, lust was the easiest desire to satisfy.
Women were scattered all over the streets.
Half of the survivors, excluding zombies, were women. Whether you provided them with food, a place to sleep, Coins, or just dragged them in by force.
You brought them in like that, satisfied your lust, and sold them for a price.
It wasn't just women who suffered.
Just looking at the Delivery Faction, the only difference was the type of abuse women suffered versus men. The reality remained unchanged: those without power were ultimately plundered and enslaved.
"Lead the way."
The Bedwetter led the way to the sixth floor.
There were several lecture halls on the sixth floor, but instead of desks and chairs, they contained makeshift curtain partitions and women.
There were young women, and some slightly older ones.
And even young girls who looked like students in school uniforms.
Since there were bastards who came to pay for sex, this catered perfectly to every preference.
"What on earth..."
Oh Se-i, who had followed me, looked around with a shocked expression.
"It looks like the food you gave out of pity never reached the people who actually deserved pity."
I warned the Bedwetter.
"If I ever see your little brats begging for free food in my territory again, I'll slaughter every last one of them and hang their corpses in front of your building. For every brat I spot, I'll throw ten of you off the seventh floor."
"Hic. Y-Yes! Understood!"
"I'm leaving."
"Um..."
"What?"
"But where is your territory..."
"..."
"I-I'm sorry!"
Sigh. Oblivious bastard.
I kindly informed the guy who didn't know how to figure things out on his own.
"Seongsu Apartment."
Well, at some point, using Seongsu Apartment as a shield had turned into protecting them rather than deflecting the target onto them, but it didn't matter.
It was a place I had been putting off clearing out due to other matters, telling myself I'd deal with it eventually.
Having extorted a decent sum of about 8,000 Coins, I was about to head back when Oh Se-i grabbed me.
"W-What about those people...!"
"The women?"
"Yes."
"What if I free them?"
"Pardon?"
"What are you going to do if I free them? Are you going to take them with you?"
"Well..."
This bitch still hasn't snapped out of it.
"You've got a field of flowers in your head because you lucked out with your parents."
I wrapped my arm around Oh Se-i's shoulders.
"Those women. You want us to rescue them and take them with us? Why? What can they even do? If they could do anything, would they be captured here selling their bodies? This is a building guarded by mere kids; if they wanted to live, they would have run away long ago. If we take them, do we have any use for them? Put them to work doing chores? Why should I? Are you going to pay for their Coins? Who even are you? Do you have any Coins?"
It wasn't just Oh Se-i.
In a zombie apocalypse, there are surprisingly many people with fields of flowers in their heads.
It's just that everyone is so exhausted, weary, and battered by reality that their idealism is temporarily obscured.
As life becomes easier and my paradise stabilizes, there will probably be more and more bastards trying to grow flowers in their heads.
That's why I like Kim Ji-hee.
She knows her place.
And she knows what I dislike.
Is it because Kim Ji-hee lacks empathy?
Well, that's possible, or maybe she dislikes kids as much as I do, but the truth is she simply knows how to think and judge realistically.
It might also be the difference between someone thrown into the world alone when the apocalypse hit versus someone who lived stably under a reliable safety net.
I have to teach her about the world.
It's not like I'm going to abandon her.
Besides, there's a certain pleasure in corrupting kids with fields of flowers in their heads like this.
"When you were infected, you had sex with me to survive. You didn't do it because you liked it, right? If I told you to do it right now, could you?"
"..."
"What do you think they're thinking? If they had families, they would have come to get them—whether by paying Coins or using force. Between a life of fighting zombies outside with absolutely nothing, and a life of selling their bodies here just to get a meal... which would you choose? No, actually, can you even force that choice on them? When you're not even going to take responsibility for them."
"..."
"But even so, if you want it, I'll free them. I won't take them with us. I won't take responsibility either. Even though you can't help them, if you feel that sorry for them, I'll let them go."
She probably wouldn't be able to take responsibility anyway.
I had said I wouldn't kill them, but I had no intention of letting them off without consequences.
"...I want to let... only those who want to leave go."
"Fine."
Oh Se-i was just that kind of person.
She might seem frustrating to watch, but she was simply someone who couldn't feel at peace unless she acted that way.
Unless it was a calculated act, this was actually the natural way to be.
It wasn't easy to fix a lifetime of living and acting a certain way overnight.
Unless there was some massive shock.
"Hey."
"Yes...?"
"Let the women who want to leave go."
"..."
"Should I call another kid over?"
"Get the fuck out, quick! Any bitch who wants to leave, get out now! Fuck, hurry up! Just all of you get out!"
"Kyaah! N-Not me... I have nowhere to go..."
Only about thirty percent of them left, warily reading the room.
They thanked Oh Se-i as they walked out.
The remaining women looked at us with anxious eyes.
A faint trace of resentment was also directed at Oh Se-i.
Perhaps the resentment for today's events would fall upon these remaining women.
Did she know that?
Whether she knew or not didn't matter.
I pulled Oh Se-i over, grabbed an empty mattress, and drew the curtain partition.
"...?"
"I did what you asked, so now you have to pay me back, right?"
"That's..."
If I didn't thoroughly beat some sense into this bitch, she would keep acting like this in the future.
I shoved her against the wall, forced her to her knees, and shoved my cock into her mouth.
"...!"
"You'd better wake up. Once we go back, you won't have any privileges anymore. Oh Yoon-seop? Lee Mi-sook? Don't expect any help. I'm going to threaten them using your life as collateral. Even if something happens to you, I don't care. I can just kill your parents too and find someone else. So think carefully. What is your worth? Why are you allowed to stay here as someone special?"
One thing was certain, and I realized it only after shoving my cock in.
Oh Se-i was a complete downgrade from Kim Ji-hee.
Her looks, her body, her breasts.
But Oh Se-i had something Kim Ji-hee lacked.
Pure resistance.
The anger at having to accept this situation against her will.
The way she pushed back with all her might because she didn't want this, yet couldn't bring herself to bite down due to my threats.
A person must utilize their strengths.
If you utilize them well, you can target a niche market.
Oh Se-i had unintentionally carved out that niche perfectly.
"Ha. Fuck. I'm cumming. Swallow all of it."
Even though I had shoved it deep down her throat to prevent her from spitting it out, she spat out the semen she couldn't swallow and glared at me. That sight was incredibly hot.
I turned around without showing it.
The orphanage. Quite a decent event.
[Obtained 2 Points]
[Obtained 3,000 Coins]