Chapter 67

Translator: penny

Chapter: 67

Chapter Title: Roji's Submission

"I'll do it."

"Can I use arrows that shoot automatically like Ji-eun unnie?"

"Yeah. I got the same skill. We needed more ranged attackers, so this is perfect."

"I'm glad. Because it helps you, Oppa."

Yun-ji smiles brightly.

The flush still lingering on her cheeks suits her perfectly.

"Let's go now."

"Wait a sec. Let me clean up."

With that, she drops to her knees in front of me.

Not cleaning the floor, huh.

Slurp... slurrrp...smack...

She swallows me to the root, then diligently works her tongue to clean off every trace.

The suction on such a sensitive spot arouses me even more than foreplay.

"Ngh, you suck dick like a fucking pro."

Taking it as praise, she twists her head to clean every inch thoroughly.

My body twitches each time the ridges of her tongue brush the shaft.

After sucking for a good while, she finally releases my cock with a satisfied look.

The faint glow of the dashboard lights shines off the glistening shaft.

Yun-ji came twice, I busted twice—800 points total.

As I stared at the floating messages, a nagging feeling hit me that I'd forgotten something. Sure enough, time froze.

The zombie AI appeared, dressed in the sluttiest outfit yet.

'Sluttier than anything she's worn so far.'

It barely covered her like a micro bikini.

'Roulette wheel?'

A wheel packed with numbers hovered beside the AI.

The kind they use on variety shows to pick punishments.

The thing I'd forgotten was the womb tattoo.

Should've inked it before Yun-ji cleaned me up and gone another round.

Regretting it, I wheedled the AI.

'Can't you spin it once as a test? You brought it out anyway.'

'Strict as hell.'

She waves goodbye and vanishes.

Nothing I can do if Seo-young shows up tonight, but if one of the three slaves comes, time for a test run.

Got home, and everyone but Roji was wiped out.

"Ugh... can't even lift a finger..."

"What's up with you all?"

Roji looked troubled as she explained.

"Well... they were keeping up so well, I kept cranking the intensity..."

Seo-young dropped first, then Ji-eun and Bo-ra hung on fiercely but eventually tapped out.

Even taking 15% of my offense/defense, Ji-eun and Bo-ra couldn't surpass Roji.

The title of girl group top physical specimen wasn't for nothing.

I carried them one by one to their rooms.

Yun-ji headed off to bed, tired too.

No womb tattoo test today, I guess.

Before leaving, I checked out the room I'd turned into a fitness center.

Hadn't brought many machines, but it had a decent gym vibe.

"Tell me if you want more stuff. There's space over there."

"Will do."

"How's training with the girls? Bet it wasn't enough for you."

"Seo-young unnie's just a regular person. Still, she's got grit and kept up."

Seo-young's last reward condition hadn't triggered yet—no slave conversion.

What the hell could it be that's taking this long?

"Ji-eun unnie and Bo-ra... what percentage of your stamina did I say?"

"15%."

"Then Ji-eun unnie's base stamina must be low. Bo-ra was honestly tough."

No slaves in the game, just party members.

So I'm clueless about a lot of the slave system.

'Slaves' stats scale with base stamina, huh.'

If that's right, Roji's potential as a slave is unimaginable.

"If stats build on base stamina, you're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a goldmine. You're already beyond Bo-ra without even being a slave."

"Do you want to make me your slave?"

Her expression was dead serious.

"Why ask the obvious? If I didn't, I wouldn't have brought you here."

"......"

"Like I said before, no forcing it. Slave's just a word—it's basically a sex partner for survival. Even mutual fuckbuddies can go sour easy. Force it, and the whole thing's fucked."

"You explain so well, Oppa. Makes me wanna just go along with it. Is that one of your skills too?"

"Nah, not a skill. Don't say shit you don't mean, think about the listener—anyone could say it like this."

"I get why Seo-young unnie likes you now."

She steps close, pressing her forehead gently against my chest.

"I'll do it. Make me your slave."

Satisfaction had climbed to 5 somehow.

With her erogenous zones all over her labia majora, minora, and clit, the rewards start with pussy-licking.

"What do I gotta do to become a slave?"

"Fill five conditions. Satisfaction rises automatically when you do."

"What are they?"

"Different for everyone, but your first one's... pussy-licking."

"Pussy-licking?"

"Climax from that. Makes sense with all your spots down there."

Her face turned beet red.

"D-does it... show erogenous zones too?"

"Yeah. Surprised?"

Embarrassed, she clamped her mouth shut.

So cute—I pulled her waist close.

A cute little moan slipped from the warrior girl's lips: "Hng..."

"Go to the room first. I'll wash up."

"Let's just do it here. Gym's more your style anyway. And no need to wash."

"B-but... I'm all sweaty..."

"That's why I'm saying don't."

Sweat trickled down her nape and underarms—I'd been eyeing those beads all along.

Sniffing pussy and sucking toes wasn't enough; now I craved sweat too.

My tastes were getting kinkier by the day.

'Kinky? So what. If it feels good, that's all.'

I buried my nose in her nape, sniffed deep, then lapped it up with my tongue.

"Kyaa! Hng... th-there... suddenly... haaang."

Lick lick, slurp...suck...

Expanding tongue territory to her underarms, she clung to me, panting hot breaths.

Her lewd cries from that toned body felt deliciously sinful.

No smell, no saltiness.

Not gross even as waste—pure bliss.

Hydrating through a healthy beauty's sweat set my whole body ablaze.

Possessed by a massive dog, I licked every drop from her nape, shoulders, underarms, and cleavage.

Roji writhed against me, whimpering.

"Ha-ut, hyaaang... O-Oppa... your tongue... haaaangh."

"Your sweat's too damn tasty. If it's this good, nipples and pussy gotta be next level. Can't wait."

"D-don't say that..."

Her shy look was adorable—I sealed her lips with mine.

Smooch...smack...

Slurp slurrrp

I sucked her plump lips noisily, then thrust my tongue ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in.

She jolted in surprise but soon parted for me.

Our tongues twisted wildly, spraying saliva.

When I pulled back after a long dance, a thin strand connected our lips.

Roji was flushed in spots, aroused.

Her tits looked cramped in the tank top.

Slipping my hand inside to free them, she grabbed my wrist in shock.

"I-I'll take it off..."

"No way. Know how bad guys wanna undress girls? Non-negotiable."

I said it straight; she shut up and let go.

Sloosh~

'Oh.'

Would've regretted not doing it myself.

The chest suffocating in her tank top exploded out, demanding attention.

Couldn't tear my eyes from God's perfect curves.

Pink areolas like flower petals cradled her nipples.

Palming the underboob, the weight felt perfect.

Gripping and twisting, soft flesh yielded between my fingers.

That otherworldly bounce on every move—pure heaven.

Freeing one breast, I engulfed nipple and areola in a flash strike.

Like precision bombing enemy HQ.

Her moan erupted a beat late.

"Kyaaang! Hau-t, haangh... there, feels weird... hnnnngh..."

Tsup tsu...slurp ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slurp

Squish squish chomp

Indescribable taste and scent numbed my senses.

Nothing existed but sucking, tasting, feeling Roji.

Just her nipple and my mouth in the world.

Like a newborn nursing for the first time,

Like a jobless guy hooked on the neighbor wife's milky nips,

Like a boss savoring his fresh-faced subordinate's cute tits,

In this fucked-up crumbling world, I devoured a girl group member's breasts.