Chapter 107
The blonde factory manager's domain, the Garden of Life—this was the hydroponics facility. Transparent culture tanks stretched out in straight lines, filled with clear nutrient solution flowing steadily. All sorts of crops had their roots submerged in the liquid, proudly displaying their vibrant green leaves as they grew. Scaled to the facility's massive size, the tanks were stacked a full eight levels high. No matter where you looked along the sides, your eyes met leaves, flowers, and roots.
"Good morning!"
A foreign woman harvesting lettuce spotted me and waved enthusiastically. Her rough brown hair and freckles across the bridge of her nose gave her a lively, spirited look. I tried to pass by since she seemed busy, but she bounced up and down waving her arms, making it impossible to ignore.
"Hello."
Meanwhile, the Korean woman beside her bowed politely in greeting.
"Uh, uh, h-hello? Hello!"
The foreign woman, seeing her colleague's example, suddenly deflated and clasped her hands at her navel before bowing awkwardly too. That clumsy politeness was utterly adorable.
Everything here looked fine. Everyone wore satisfied expressions, and the facility was running perfectly. The reactivated hydroponics setup brimmed with leaves, flowers, and fruits on all sides, giving the feel of strolling through a forest. The natural scent was even richer than in the Shelter park.
"The box is full."
"Go stomp it down with your feet."
In one spot, women were collecting spent plant stems from a finished cycle. "Hiyah! Yah! Yah!" A woman who couldn't have been more than 150 cm tall was jumping up and down on a box stuffed with stems. She was petite, but her breasts were enormous, bouncing wildly with every leap. She wore a crop top, so it rode up with each jump, turning into an underboob fashion show as her tits dropped and jiggled.
As I passed them and walked farther, a familiar voice rang out.
"Press this button here."
Click.
The eight stacked culture tanks rotated. Like a revolver cylinder spinning, the upper tanks descended while the lower ones rose.
"This lets you swap the tanks like so."
Three women listened intently to Chloro, each holding an e-ink tablet and stylus, jotting notes. Since they'd been issued those, they must be the newly selected management staff.
"Depending on the crop growth status, the tanks will automatically reposition at harvest time. Keep monitoring the status screens at all times."
"Yes, ma'am!"
The women snapped to attention, responding crisply. They gazed at Chloro with eyes full of respect. She'd clearly established real authority among the residents already. Hard to imagine, considering how she always acted cute and clingy around me.
"Ah! Manager!"
Chloro spotted me. Her radiant blonde hair swaying, she hurried over. Nearby was Nongsoon, the Shelter's one and only agricultural college grad, her sun-kissed skin still radiating healthy vitality.
The tank Chloro had been demonstrating held cabbages, their fresh, beautifully crinkled leaves marking top-quality produce. And it wasn't just cabbages. Every direction burst with plants radiating intense life force. Aloes unfurling and shooting up vigorously. Tomato vines bearing tiny green fruits the size of fingernails. Peppers piling up lush leaves in fan shapes. Strawberries budding flowers between their three leaves. Thanks to advanced tech, they grew simultaneously regardless of season or conditions—a stunning sight.
"We are truly honored by your visit."
Chloro's eyes overflowed with joy. She clearly wanted to jump into my arms and nuzzle my cheek right then, but she held back with all the eyes around.
"Facility operation is currently at 32%. Anything more would lead to overproduction."
Chloro smiled amid the fresh greenery, her figure as beautiful as a fairy. More like a nymph from Greek myth than a fantasy elf.
"Everyone's wearing slippers, huh?"
Chloro's toenails gleamed with pink pedicure—or rather, shape-shifted to pink. The cheap flip-flops looked cute against her elegant feet.
"Feet get wet working here all the time."
Chloro called over Nongsoon. "The rest is on you."
"Yes, Factory Manager!"
Nongsoon bowed with exaggerated enthusiasm.
"Factory Manager?"
"Ahaha. It just kinda stuck."
But Chloro didn't seem to mind the title.
"Last time I was here, it felt like a plain plant factory. Now it's got real atmosphere."
"Right? We did a survey, and it's the top place residents want to work."
Ahem! She grinned and proudly thumped her ample bosom. Slosh! That merciless jiggle stole all my attention.
"Come on! Let me give you the tour. Welcome to our newly revamped farm!"
Chloro linked arms with me, grabbing my hand.
"I personally arranged every section of plants with care."
Vines cascaded naturally from the top tier. Mid-upper levels dangled melons and watermelons like lamps. The bottom held lush, grass-like leafy crops. The ceiling lights were cozy, the temperature just right—not too hot, not too cold. Fresh grass scents wafted everywhere, leaves rustling in the occasional artificial breeze from the vents. Various patterns harmonized the plants into a beautiful display. Of course, no unnecessary crops just for looks.
"The air here's amazing."
Just walking cleared my nose and sharpened my mind.
"Come visit anytime."
She seemed pleased with my reaction to her handiwork.
"We'll harvest the first fruits soon. I'll make you a salad."
"Let's make it together."
I slipped behind her, wrapping her gently in my arms.
"One apron between us? Or side by side prepping ingredients."
"Oh..."
Chloro's voice trembled with delight. We wandered the hydroponics facility, her giving a detailed report on major crop cycles and food self-sufficiency rates.
"Hello!"
We crossed paths with working women everywhere, all greeting us warmly. Whether by selection or nature, they seemed too pure and innocent to ever peg as ex-cons.
Suddenly, Chloro leading me by the hand stopped. We were in the middle of an active growing zone, where nutrient solution circulated in all directions. The layout had some tanks at right angles, planted with pumpkins and corn—their long stems and broad leaves adding extra seclusion.
She turned, cupped my cheeks with both hands, and rose on tiptoe. Mwah.
Surrounded by the scent of greenery, our kiss tasted like sweet flower nectar.
"This spot's special—just for you and me."
She raised her hands slightly, and in response, nearby tanks tilted a bit. The stems and leaves enveloped us more, hiding us from view.
Her eyes, brimming with pride moments ago, now burned with desire.
"You worked so hard on that expedition, and I haven't had time to comfort you."
Her hand slyly drifted toward my crotch.
"Isn't this risky?"
We'd passed workers just a minute ago.
"It's fine. This is my domain."
She looked up at me with a playful grin.
"Isn't the thrill part of it? Making love right in the workplace where someone could show up any second. Doesn't your heart go thump-thump?"
Chloro extended her long red tongue, tapping and licking my lips. I yielded to the temptation, parting mine, and her tongue invaded. Her hands groped my ass lewdly. Not to be outdone, I caressed her massive, bursting hips. Then women's voices echoed from somewhere. I startled, trying to pull my hand away, but she gripped it tight, pressing it firmly against her ass.
Thump-thump.
My heart pounded with excitement and anxiety. Her soft, elastic ass seemed to swallow my hand.
"Touch me more."
Her hot breath pierced my ear. That heat, the ecstatic feel under my palm—I got hard instantly.
The voices faded—they must've passed the other way.
"Hah!"
As I sighed in relief, Chloro sealed my mouth with hers. Ever since entering this zone, she'd dominated completely. I got aroused, startled, anxious, then aroused again. Mwah.
Her moist lips. Her kisses blended fishing and tango—pushing and pulling, teasing, yanking hard, syncing rhythms. Smack.
Inside our fused lips, our tongues twisted like mating snakes. But a dagger can't beat a spear. My tongue couldn't match her long, flexible maneuvers. Mmmwah.
It didn't end with tongues entwining. Hers gently caressed my teeth, palate, even under my tongue. That inhuman caress made me marvel, 'You can feel this much pleasure from a kiss alone.'Smack.
We finished the long, deep kiss. She licked the drool beading on my lower lip.
"Oh? We're not done yet."
As I tried to pull away, she grabbed me, grinning and unzipping my pants.
"For real, right here?"
This felt a step too far.
"We won't get caught. And if we do? Who'd say anything? Hehe."
No one would complain, but the rumors would be legendary.
"Look."
She held out her left palm. Unlike her pale white skin, it was flushed red and slick. Transparent and sticky, it carried an intoxicatingly sweet floral scent.
"I have my own little incense field here. This is oil I developed myself from it."
She curled her fingers, leaving just enough space for my cock. Then she shook it lewdly up and down—not just her wrist, but each finger undulating like waves, squeezing and releasing individually. Like a master flutist.
"Do you want my touch? My hand on your cock, Manager?"
I surrendered to that devilish temptation. Standing side by side, Chloro carefully gripped my dick, slathering the cool, sticky oil generously. Squelch.
She started stroking. Amid the gurgling nutrient flow, obscene wet sounds echoed. Even if hidden from sight, any experienced woman would guess what was happening from the noise alone.
Her thumb tapped my glans like stamping a seal. She rubbed the foreskin folds smoothly, spreading pleasure across the tip. The other four fingers squeezed and released from base to underside. Like drawing water from a well, she pumped ecstasy upward.
"Feels good, right? Me too. This warm, soft texture—nothing else compares. Only yours satisfies me, Manager."
Her reverent affection mixed with the fierce pleasure from my groin. I couldn't think straight. Yet amid the bliss, anxiety gnawed—when might women come this way?
"Those strawberries look tasty."
"Think we'll get some crumbs too? Heehee."
Nearby voices made my already racing heart hammer harder. Was I heading for a heart attack? Each time, Chloro slipped her right hand under my shirt.
"So cute."
She nipped my earlobe with her lips and whispered. Then she savored my pounding heartbeat, rubbing or flicking my nipples—sharp jolts of pleasure electrifying me, edging me closer to release.
"I'm hungry. What's for dinner?"
"What was it again?"
Suddenly, voices right nearby—maybe ten steps away.
"W-wait."
I whispered frantically, but her blazing eyes didn't stop pumping. Finally, I couldn't hold back and climaxed. Splurt!
Silver arcs shot forcefully from my flushed glans.
"Oh yeah, shrimp tempura. With salsa sauce tonight."
The voices drew closer. Sploosh!
Semen splashed into the tank ahead, clouding the clear nutrient solution. Meeting my eyes, Chloro kept her sultry smile, shaking my cock furiously. Squeezing from the root upward, pressing the glans relentlessly. Then the voices receded.
Splurt!
She gazed lovingly at the spurting, semen-clouded tip. Even this ugly cock spewing foul fluid filled her eyes with infinite affection. Sploosh!
Semen rained like bombs into the nutrient crossroads. Thump-thump-thump!
Her cool hand soothed my raging heart, as if to say calm down.
"Quite the novel thrill, huh?"
She whispered in my ear. I nodded instead of answering.
"This excitement. The taboo of extracting it in a sacred workplace where everyone sweats. You couldn't have this without the residents. Good thing we rescued them, right?"
Chloro beamed. She dipped her semen-slick left hand into a tank to rinse it. Grayish-white cum dispersed into the clear solution, some tangling into nearby plant roots.
"This is way too..."
"Why?"
The semen-laden nutrient flowed onward from the crossroads.
"Unhygienic."
"No. It just boosts the nutrient value. It's your precious seed, Manager. What could suit this crop-growing place better?"
Chloro's half-joking, half-serious metaphor left me baffled.
"The other women would think it's gross."
"No one will. Ever."
She tiptoed and kissed my cheek. Her beautiful blue eyes shone with a new light.
"I'll clean you up nice."
Kneeling before me, Chloro swallowed my cock to the hilt. Mmmwah.
It felt like a moist vacuum cleaner sucking me in as her head bobbed. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her tongue tip delicately licked my urethra. Sluuurp.
Then she sucked hard from base to tip. Tap.
Licking the hole clean again. She repeated this four times, and as my groin stirred back to life from the stimulation—Pop!
With a cute sound, my glans slipped free from her red lips. Women's voices approached right after. I quickly hooked my hands under her armpits and pulled her up.
"It's fine. We won't get caught."
She giggled, zipping me up.
Chloro escorted me all the way to the hydroponics entrance. We'd taken a detour midway, but the patrol was satisfying overall. Healthy growing crops. Hardworking people. This was a symbol of civilization. The sight I'd thought lost forever after the infection outbreak had returned to my city.