Let's All Get Rich Together, But? (2)

After finishing the transfer of supplies, we waited for Park Sang-hyuk at the entrance to the 15th-floor stairs for about 20 minutes. We were ready to bolt downstairs immediately if things went south, but right before the agreed-upon hour, he came down from the 16th floor a bit early.

As we'd discussed beforehand, Park Sang-hyuk came alone to meet us. Since there was no sign of anyone following him, it seemed our relationship with this group of survivors wouldn't turn hostile, at least.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long."

"No, not at all. You actually arrived earlier than promised."

The next moment, after a brief exchange of pleasantries, he and I cut straight to the chase.

"How did your talk with the other survivors go?"

"To get to the point, we've decided to accept the 'deal' with you, Mr. Kim Minwoo."

"That's an excellent choice."

Without any hesitation, Park Sang-hyuk clearly accepted the deal. I couldn't contain my joy—my lips curled up wide, and even the Cold Judgment skill couldn't suppress my emotions. It felt like I just needed a little more effort to assemble all the gears of "success."

If things keep going this well, I could open the Exchange in as little as a week...

I could already picture the bustling Exchange packed with people, and myself gripping the reins of power through "clean water." That's when Park Sang-hyuk, still wearing his stiff expression, made a suggestion about the deal's terms.

"In exchange, we have one condition for you, Mr. Kim Minwoo."

"Pardon? Well... go ahead and tell me."

"Regarding the 'favors' you'll ask of us, we'd like you to meet at least one minimum standard."

An employee setting terms for the employer? What the hell... Ah, already sprouting a dictator mindset! Heart demon, heart demon...

For a split second, the words "dare?" rose to the tip of my tongue at the high-floor survivors demanding something from me. But I quickly composed my face and focused on Park Sang-hyuk's words.

"Please refrain from unnecessarily taking others' lives or putting our lives in excessive danger."

Wait, that's not one condition, that's two, mister. They're taking the water and minimizing their own risks? Under those terms, what the hell could I even ask them to do? In a zombie apocalypse, where's a job that doesn't risk your life, or doesn't involve clashing with others...? Where's your conscience, people?

I wasn't thrilled with Park Sang-hyuk and his group's demands, but I kept my smile and gave a positive response.

"Don't worry too much about that. The 'favors' I expect from you and the others won't be that dangerous. And if any disagreements arise between us, we can just resolve them democratically through discussion, right?"

"Yes, that's true."

"Then, to celebrate the deal, let's shake on it. Looking forward to working with you."

"Yes. Looking forward to it."

Perhaps because my attitude toward accepting their demands was much softer than he'd expected, Park Sang-hyuk shook my hand with a dazed expression tinged with a glimmer of hope. What was he thinking right now? Was he thrilled thinking he'd hooked a sucker? Or feeling proud for securing the community's safety rationally?

Whatever he thought, I had no intention of keeping my promise to these survivors for long. At most, until just before the Exchange was fully operational? Once the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Exchange was running smoothly and my forces grew, I'd be an overwhelming "top dog" ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that no one could challenge.

And Park Sang-hyuk's group, the first to deal with me, would end up depending on my "water" too. In that situation, why would I need to tiptoe around them?

Just look at the Facebook founder. Dumps his co-founder friend the second he succeeds.

As I thought about cutting them loose in the near future, the app, recognizing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠deal's success, sent a notification.

After the deal was somehow sealed, I asked Park Sang-hyuk to bring everyone who could wield a weapon to the 11th floor by 5 a.m. tomorrow.

"What do you plan to do?"

"I couldn't mention it earlier, but to be honest, there's a sex offender among the lower-floor survivors. Catherine here is the victim and witness."

"What? That's..."

"Even if the world's ending, we can't just let a sex criminal live openly in our apartment."

When I explained that I planned to enlist him and the other survivors to execute "justice," Park Sang-hyuk immediately nodded and promised to gather people on time.

With the preparations for tomorrow's quest complete, I, Aunt Hye-yeon, and Catherine headed back to our place together.

Right after, to soothe our hunger after a biscuit lunch, the three of us immediately started prepping dinner. In just 10 minutes, we whipped up fried rice and ramen, and as soon as we sat at the table, our hands flew into action.

*Slurp, munch munch, slurp...*

Hunger really is the best sauce. After using our bodies all day, the fried rice and ramen tasted even better. We polished off our bowls in what felt like three minutes flat.

A little later, after clearing the table, the three of us reviewed tomorrow morning's "operation" once more.

"According to Catherine, there are two able-bodied men among the lower-floor survivors, and one is our target Lee Chang-seop... So we sneak into the 4th floor fast, capture him alive first, then..."

We roughly knew Lee Chang-seop woke up around 6 a.m. The core of tomorrow's plan was to storm Room 403 before then and deliver "justice."

Once we took out Lee Chang-seop—one of the only two men down there—the rest wouldn't even think to resist and would bow their heads.

The aunties downstairs are all just big talkers anyway. Point a blade at them, and they're done.

After wrapping up dinner and the meeting a bit early, Catherine—who had to wake up early tomorrow—got ready to head to her place.

"Then see you tomorrow morning-da. Thank you again for helping punish that momless bastard-mi-da."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow morning, Catherine."

Maybe because tomorrow she'd settle her grudge personally, Catherine's eyes flashed fiercely as she said goodbye and left. I was already curious how she'd deal with Lee Chang-seop.

Meanwhile, separately from that, my gaze locked onto Catherine's meaty ass hugged by her jeans. Unlike Aunt Hye-yeon's beautifully sculpted Pilates lower body, Catherine's exuded a more feral, violent volume.

That dizzying, overflowing voluptuousness made my cock swell again. And with it, today's midday events flashed in my mind. My eyes drifted downward, and my right hand lightly gripped my half-erect dick.

Right, time to properly discipline Aunt Hye-yeon. With this.

The next moment.

"Minwoo-ya, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Auntie's gonna shower first."

As soon as Catherine closed the door behind her, Aunt Hye-yeon timed it perfectly and headed to the master bathroom for a shower. No way I'd miss the chance—I waited a beat, then followed.

Stripping off my clothes one by one as I went.

*Rustle... thump... swish... thump...*

By the time I reached the master bathroom door, I was naked. I flung it open!

"Kyaa! Minwoo-ya?"

The sound of water had just started, and there was Aunt Hye-yeon's voluptuous body, freshly under the spray, captivating my eyes. Her flustered voice rang in my ears.

Right after, I swiftly closed in on her frozen shocked expression and hugged her from behind. Naturally, my cock slotted between her firm 40-inch ass cheeks. My arms around her front mashed against her melon-sized tits.

My fully aroused dick spewed precum like crazy, scraping wildly against her pussy lips. From Aunt Hye-yeon, already tamed by the taste of my cock, a slick moan escaped.

"Haah♡ Eung♡"

And into her ear, I gave my answer to her teasing provocation from earlier that day.

"You said it this afternoon, Auntie. 'Take out your anger on me tonight.'"

At that moment, her pussy lips trembled against my glans and gushed hot juices in a flood.