Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Something to Experiment With
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I have something to experiment with.
First Kill (Heo Yun-ji)
The registered Heroine (Heo Yun-ji) has slain her first zombie. 100 points awarded as a reward. From now on, every time the Heroine dispatches a zombie, the player will receive an equal amount of points.
My own First Kill didn't give any points, but they toss 100 points just because it's for a Heroine.
An unexpected windfall.
I decided to let Yun-ji in on it, as a bit of motivation.
"Really? You can earn points from something like that?"
"Yeah. I was collecting points by killing zombies before I met you. Now you get points for killing them too. So don't be scared of zombies anymore."
"I guess I have to. If I had that item from earlier, I think I could take them down too."
"I'll keep letting you suck it anyway, so don't worry. That's where the bigger points come from."
"D-don't say it like that!"
I chuckled and stepped inside the real estate office.
A map of the area was tacked to one wall—just what I wanted.
I carefully peeled it off and rolled it up.
Meanwhile, Yun-ji grabbed bottled water and sodas from the fridge.
Our business here was done.
Stepping back outside, I stood still, gazing down the main road.
"Not going?"
"Hold on a sec. Someone's coming."
I'd been sensing faint hostility for a while now.
Weaker than those guys who attacked us at dawn, but they didn't seem to have good intentions toward us.
Yun-ji looked around and said,
"I don't see anything."
"I told you my senses are sharper. They'll show up soon. Stay behind me."
"Okay."
*
Someone was approaching us along the main road.
Worn-out clothes, grubby appearance, no weapon in hand.
Anyone could tell he was a survivor who'd fled from zombies.
Spotting us, he hesitated and shuffled closer.
"Stop right there."
"I-I'm not dangerous... I came from the residential complex across the way. Just a survivor."
"How'd you make it here alone?"
"I had people with me, but we got separated at the intersection below. Zombies attacked..."
"Strip. Down to your underwear."
The man seemed to understand, meekly taking off his clothes.
We had to check if he'd been bitten.
"Slowly turn around until I say stop."
I inspected him top to bottom.
Fortunately, no bite marks.
"That's good. Get dressed."
"S-sorry, but... if you have any water..."
He said as he dressed.
His cracked lips made it clear he was parched.
I pulled a bottle of water and an energy bar from my backpack and handed them over.
"Thank you... even food too..."
"Can't give more. We're barely hanging on ourselves."
"Of course, of course. I'm grateful for this much."
He gulped down the water.
His throat must have been bone-dry.
"Any other survivors nearby? I'd feel better traveling with a group..."
"None here. Head back down. There's an entertainment district past the overpass—steer clear. Looters there."
I warned him, thinking of the Chinatown Gang holed up in Every Mart.
The man thanked me again and left.
"Couldn't we tell him to hole up in one of the empty houses? It's dangerous alone."
"No. Even ordinary people can turn looter in this world. From now on, don't trust anyone but me, got it?"
"Okay."
If the hostility I sensed was just wariness, fine. But if it was something else, trouble.
Who knows—he might be a scout pretending to be a survivor.
Eternal Spirit Church Main Hall —
A believer who'd scouted the studio apartments disguised as a survivor bowed to the Cult Leader.
"A man was there?"
"Yes, Cult Leader. A sturdy-looking guy."
"No other survivors?"
"No. He said there were just the two of them. I checked around—no one else, like he said."
"So the four believers we sent first ran into him?"
"Not sure, but he looked like he could handle himself."
"Hmmm..."
The Cult Leader grew anxious.
In a world like this, what else would a man and woman together be doing?
But it didn't seem like he'd taken her virginity yet.
If she had lost it, she'd have vanished from the Navigation.
"Elder Jeon."
"Yes, Cult Leader."
"Select five. I'll bestow a greater miracle and forge our order's finest warriors."
"Understood."
The Cult Leader decided to use his cherished Offense/Defense Ticket (Medium).
Back at the studio, I opened my Status Window.
I could raise my stats up to 39 now.
To prepare for the Chinatown Gang at any moment, I maxed them out.
Even maxed out, it won't be easy.
They've got thirty gang members, plus enslaved men they can throw into the fight anytime.
I tacked the map from the real estate office to the wall.
Marked our studio's location in red with a pen.
Every Mart was about 6km away—crossing intersections and main roads swarming with zombies, plus the overpass.
'No skill, no chance.'
I'd tested the Celebrity Buff at the tvM Media Center.
Leaped straight to the ceiling, ran up walls like it was nothing.
The impact of landing caved the floor.
Superhero powers straight out of the movies.
Skills:
— Celebrity Buff lv.1 (0)
That zero hadn't budged since.
[...Excitement emitted by the player upon climax exceeds threshold for use.]
'Climax for me means... cumming, right.'
I'd cum once down her throat at dawn.
No change meant it hadn't crossed the threshold.
One time wasn't enough?
'Gotta cum more.'
Suddenly, I wondered why the system demanded this.
Everything led back to sex—Status Window might as well be Sex Window.
Caressing, sex, climax, ejaculation for points.
Hunt down a Heroine unique to this job, make her suck you off for more points.
Thought it was a survival game; turns out it's straight-up eroge.
'But it's for survival.'
No point agonizing—survive first.
Luckily, I knew the game inside out. I'd scrape by somehow.
Solve it piece by piece, figure it out eventually.
For now, test the Celebrity Buff.
"Yun-ji."
"Yeah, Oppa."
Yun-ji answered while sorting the looted underwear.
"You saw me smash the floor at the Media Center, right?"
"Of course. At first I thought you were a monster—scared me half to death."
I explained how it worked, the skill and activation condition.
Said I wanted to test it.
"If zombies swarm or a bunch of looters rush us at once, even I might not hold."
"Y-yeah, probably."
"That's where Celebrity Buff comes in. You saw it yourself."
Yun-ji nodded.
Without that skill, we'd both be dead there.
"So Oppa has to get super excited to use it."
"Yeah. Climax is the trigger, and for a guy, that's cumming."
"Then I just make Oppa cum."
"Exactly. Pick one of three."
"Three? What are they?"
"First: I jerk off. You know, beating it to porn."
"Got porn?"
"Few clips on the hard drive."
More than a few, but a man's stash stays secret.
No net, but power's on—plenty watchable.
Offline forever.
"Second?"
"You jerk me off. Your hand oughta do it."
Handjob, basically.
Yun-ji doing it? Dead man would cum.
"Last one?"
"What you did at dawn. Sucking's most reliable—and fastest."
Even clumsy, her mouth would finish me quick.
Success meant relying on her often; she needed practice anyway.
She crossed her arms, pondering.
Please don't pick solo.
"Hmm... I could do hand or mouth, but you going alone feels off."
Fair point.
I didn't like one-sided service unless desperate.
"Yeah, figured."
"Right. Like dawn, but both ways."
Yun-ji looked me dead in the eye.
"Hand first, then mouth at the end—and you eat me out too."
Yun-ji proposed the 69 position.