Chapter 6

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 6

Chapter Title: Is She the Heroine?

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Is she the heroine?

"So, that damn bastard knew the team leader was going to get eaten, but he still locked the door?"

"Yes... I rushed to open it, but I got beaten up..."

That's why her lip's busted.

They say people are scarier than zombies in a crisis, and it's true.

"Where's that bastard?"

I'm not the nicest guy, but I can't just leave some scum worse than a zombie alone.

"He ran out before me, so he's probably over there."

The woman pointed toward the collapsed floor.

I thought only me and the zombies were separated, but there was one more.

I unintentionally avenged a team leader I didn't even know.

I rescued the woman in time and got 1,000 ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠points.

Self-introduction? We can do that later if needed.

Right now, she looks too ragged to even look at.

"Anyone you need to rescue or meet?"

"Th-the girls... at the dorm..."

Mentioning a dorm means she's from a girl group.

"In this building. We can't go outside freely."

"Wh-why?"

Come to think of it, she experienced the zombie outbreak in the media center.

She doesn't know the outside world's turned into hell.

"Just go to the front of the building, and you'll see more zombies than the ones we've seen here swarming around."

A mysterious virus spread, turning people into zombies.

Families are collapsing, society is collapsing, humanity is on the brink.

Right now, the goal is surviving while avoiding zombies and looters.

I summarized what I'd seen in the game and told her.

"Then, the girls... Mom... Dad..."

Tears well up and stream down her cheeks.

She's already filthy, and the smeared makeup makes it even worse.

"Haa, if you cry one more time, I'm leaving you behind. You're already hard to look at—why make it worse by bawling and getting even messier!"

Her eyes widen, and she stops crying.

Is that such a shock?

"Hard to look at...? Messy...?"

Calling out her idol looks hits home immediately.

There was a bathroom right next to the storage room, so I pointed to it.

"You're too ugly to look at right now, so go wash your face and check the mirror."

Her shoulders slump as she shuffles into the bathroom.

She looks even more drained than before.

I just called her dirty for being dirty—why's she acting like that?

"Kyaaack!!"

She bolts right back out.

"Grrr..."

With two zombies on her tail.

Stragglers from the zombie rush earlier, probably.

Come to think of it, I didn't check the bathroom on the way.

I shoved the woman behind me and scanned the surroundings.

If there's nothing to throw or swing, I'll just shoulder-check them away.

Offense/Defense at 29—what can't I do?

As I thought that, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I spotted a crowbar on the floor.

A sturdy iron bar I could wedge into the cracked gap and pry out.

The ultimate weapon that could make me Gordon Freeman.

'Oh, lucky!'

I gripped the crowbar and swung at the first zombie's head.

Splat!

The satisfying impact was nothing like an aluminum bat or steel pipe.

The whole head tore off and smashed into the wall, turning to mush.

I swung at the waist of the one collapsing headless, cleaving its upper body in half mid-air.

The weight made it feel so much better than before.

'Whoa, fuck. This thing's got real feedback.'

I finished off the last one and turned back with a satisfied grin.

The woman had fallen on her butt, trembling, clutching her chest with both hands.

Something trickling down from under her skirt—she pissed herself again.

"Pl-please spare me..."

All I did was exterminate some zombies?

The bathroom was empty.

Those zombies must've been the last ones.

"Splash some water on your face, find a matching shoe, and come to the break room. No zombies in the hallway."

"You're not just leaving, right? You won't abandon me?"

"Jesus, have you only been screwed over your whole life? Hurry up and wash!"

"Eek!"

She dashes into the bathroom.

Maybe I should really ditch her.

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Rescuing the woman activated the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠[Heroine] menu.

Meaning I've got a Heroine to register.

'Unicorn confirmed. It's serious about real virgins.'

I opened the Status Window and tapped [Heroine].

One out of five slots is registered.

'Heo Yun-ji?'

Silhouette's main vocalist from the girl group.

The group is mid-tier, but Heo Yun-ji's popularity is top-tier.

Why? She sings well, but her visuals are goddess-level.

She's a must-mention in any girl group visual rankings—a face genius.

And that wretched thing is the Heo Yun-ji people rave about as a goddess?

Registering her as a Heroine without my permission?

Anger boiled up.

I wasn't planning to ditch her, but at least give me a choice before registering.

In this mess, it's another mouth to feed.

'One more mouth means some incentive, at least.'

Griping like that, I tapped [Heo Yun-ji].

Take back what I said about no incentives.

One climax sends 500 points—equivalent to killing 500 zombies.

'Whoa, this is a total point farm.'

Whether I can make her cum or not is a later problem.

It even told me her erogenous zones, so squeezing her with that should yield something.

I get everything else, but [Disposition] has an unfamiliar term.

I tapped [Submissive] for the explanation.

'She wants to be dominated by her partner.'

Heo Yun-ji has no choice but to rely on me anyway.

From now on, I'm handling her food, shelter, and clothes.

Emphasize that gratitude and gently coax her—I can turn reliance into domination.

'I'm Dominant... and that bitch is Submissive...'

Perfect match.

Early game, so the system gave an easy taste—like a tutorial.

I'll enjoy it to the fullest.

I cleared out the remaining food from the fridge and all the drinks from the pantry.

While I'm here, I'll loot the rest of the rooms.

As I stuffed a suitable backpack from the prop room, Heo Yun-ji emerged from the bathroom.

"I-I washed up."

"Uh... y-yeah."

I stuttered without meaning to.

Just washing the grime off her face turned her back into a goddess.

She shook out her hair and tied it up roughly, looking much neater.

'This is why they rave about Heo Yun-ji.'

"You're Heo Yun-ji from Silhouette, right?"

"Pardon? Oh... y-yes. You recognized me."

"What, thought I wouldn't?"

"Yes, since you ragged on me earlier, I figured you weren't into girl groups..."

"Even if I'm not a fan, I know you. It's my job."

"Your job?"

"Yeah, I'm a manager too. KG Entertainment."

"Ah."

"Don't compare me to that dog-shit bastard. I'm not nice, but I don't kill others to save my own skin."

"Th-then..."

"Yeah. I'm not ditching you. We'll head somewhere safe, I'll feed you and let you rest. No idea how the world's gonna turn out, but let's stick together for now."

"Thank you. Sniff... thank you so much."

She's crying again.

This time it's clean tears, not smudging her beauty.

No, saying this in front of a crying girl is weird, but honestly, she's hot.

Gurgle~

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she bows her head.

Locked in here a whole day—she must be starving.

"Eat this. It's over an hour's walk, so if you're hungry, you won't make it."

"Yes, thank you."

I spoke as softly as possible.

The system warned that forceful domination doesn't suit a 'Submissive' disposition.

I need to make her feel naturally dominated while relying on me.

That's how I'll scrape every reward (point) from her.

"Sniff... it's delicious."

"Good, eat up. No more crying."

From now on, I have to be a 'gentle' bad guy.