Chapter 26

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 26

Chapter Title: Preparation Complete

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Preparation complete.

I checked Bora's slave menu.

Her job status had changed to reflect her slave disposition.

Her reliance on me had progressed all the way to slave status.

The sensitive spots were the same as a heroine's, and on top of that, she had abilities and skills.

'Slaves have skills, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠huh.'

Her stats were 10% of mine.

With my Offense/Defense, Agility, and Perception at 39, Bora's would be around 4.

A little stronger than an average guy.

'She could handle one zombie.'

Even at this level, she could escape on her own in a pinch without my help. That was a huge asset.

'If they have skills and their stats can grow, slaves might actually be better.'

Slaves became immediate party members, like in an RPG.

They grew proportional to my stats and came with useful skills.

It was on another level from heroines, who could only use tickets for 5 or 10 minutes at a time.

'Sex works with both anyway. And slaves are way more compliant.'

As if reading my thoughts, a message appeared in midair.

'Whoa, class changes are possible too.'

A path had opened to turn heroines into slaves.

Now I just needed to figure out the 'method' for making slaves.

It was literally a shield to protect our side.

Like my skills, it had levels, and the activation condition was 'excitement.'

'Gotta fuck the slaves hard.'

I checked the remaining time in the Navigation menu.

About 6km to the mart, and plenty of time.

I didn't know her abilities exactly, but if she could use the shield, it'd help.

Right on cue, Bora tossed me some excitement fuel.

"Master, can I suck it? I'll clean it nice and thorough."

She pointed at my cock, glistening with her juices.

Cleaning fellatio, straight out of porn or hentai.

"Yeah, go for it."

"Hehe, thank you."

*

Slurp... smack... lick lick, ssslp.

Every lick of her tongue wiped away the leftover cum and juices.

She lubed the cleared spots with saliva, sliding up and down with devoted care.

"Haa, so tasty. Master, how's it feel? Good?"

"Yeah, good. But this feels less like cleaning and more like asking for another load."

"Hee, caught me. Got excited sucking it. Cum in my mouth again."

She blinked cutely and took my cock deep inside.

The soft embrace of her tongue was pure heaven.

"Fuck, you suck dick like a pro."

She took the curse as praise, so I thrust deeper.

Ramping up her excitement gauge like this should increase shield uses.

Sure enough, she shuddered and sucked harder.

Did she get off on verbal abuse?

Whatever. Her eager sucking made me blow another 'glorious' load down her throat.

"Sorry... I got excited mid-cleanup and couldn't stop..."

She hadn't done anything wrong, but she looked sorry with those droopy puppy eyes.

That pathetic vibe hit me in a new, arousing way.

'A couple more rounds of excitement, and she'll hit the threshold.'

I was getting the hang of it after a few times.

The system's 'excitement threshold' wasn't something you blasted past in one go.

It built up like charging a battery in percentages.

One ejaculation added some, her climax added more—stack it up until it overflowed, and uses increased like a full charge.

She got excited cleaning my cock, and I came.

One or two more, and it'd definitely go up.

"Not here. Bathroom."

"Huh? Okay..."

Her face flushed with anticipation at the promise of more.

*

Shhhwaaa~

Under the shower spray, Bora sucked my cock eagerly.

Like meat meeting water, she devoured it deliciously. Water affinity, maybe.

"Mmm, so good... Sucking only Master's makes my lower belly tingle. Feels amazing."

She slurped and released rhythmically—it was insanely hot.

Keep this up, and I'd cum in her mouth again.

This time, I wanted somewhere else.

Of course, I'd ramp her up first.

"Lift your leg."

I had her put one foot on the tub edge.

Her plump flesh shifted, revealing her petals naturally.

Drooling wet and gaping, begging to be sucked.

I swept up to her clit in one go, and she lost it.

"Ha-ut, haa-uk aa-uk... There... more..."

She gripped my shoulders, writhing.

Tart scent stung my nose, sweet tang melted on my tongue.

Why did pussy taste so varied?

If Yun-ji were here, I'd alternate licks like a tasting menu.

I flicked her clit with my tongue for ages.

She moaned pitifully, legs quaking.

If she came now, it'd be a hassle restarting her excitement.

I pulled my tongue from her pussy and stepped into the tub with her.

She knew what was next, turning around and bending at the waist.

She gripped the tub edge, thrusting her ass back.

Legs slightly spread, flaunting her slick wetness.

"Come on in, Master..."

I teased her entrance with my glans, then plunged in.

"Kyaaang!"

A sharp cry, and her pussy clenched like a vise.

If my dick had bones, they'd snap.

Her walls churned, massaging glans and shaft.

Freshly deflowered tightness bombarded my sensitive spots relentlessly.

Folds everywhere scraped foreskin and shaft.

I countered the sticky assault with fierce pounding.

We traded blows in a back-and-forth battle, testing whose pleasure would break first.

Bora wailed until her throat cracked; I heated the air with hot groans.

They call doggy the beast position for a reason.

We became beasts, ravaging each other's genitals mercilessly.

Splat splat, paang pang.

Tsk tsk smack, smack.

I hammered until my groin burned, climax signal racing down my spine.

Bora was spent, upper body slumped against the tub.

One final deep thrust, then I pulled out.

"Hyaa! S-suddenly..."

A few taps, and cum erupted like a burst dam, drenching her back in seconds.

Not as satisfying as creampie, but refreshing aftertaste. My excitement didn't overflow, though.

Instead, the awaited message popped up.

I opened the status window to confirm the increased uses.

'Perfect.'

I washed her trembling, legless Bora and carried her out.

Shield uses filled. All preparations complete.

The zombie corpse in the drum had dissolved into black liquid.

I covered it tight to prevent leaks and secured it to the cart.

"What kind of hammer is this big?"

"Not for nails. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠For smashing big debris."

A sledgehammer from the construction site.

The two-handed maul they call an ohammer on-site.

Smashing the floor like at the media center would drop me too.

Plan was to use skills to punch a stake-like hole in the floor.

"Good now. Let's go."

"Yes, Master."

We set off as two, but we'd return as four.