EP.1 The Suspiciously Generous Women-Only Hotel

Five months—150 days—had passed since the world ended with the outbreak of the truly catastrophic zombie virus. In the heart of Seoul's Gangnam stood this massive 100-story building, colloquially known as the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Apocalypse Hotel. Unless your eyesight was downright terrible, you could spot the enormous letters neatly arrayed across its exterior even from afar.

And in front of the hotel's grand entrance, over a hundred women—at a glance—gathered, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fidgeting anxiously as they watched the clock.

"58 minutes, 10 seconds, 11 seconds…."

"Please open today. It's already the third day…."

"Less than 2 minutes left. Please, please let it be me today…!"

"Um, this is my first time… Do I just stand here and wait?"

"Yeah. At noon sharp, it starts like clockwork. You know the System is absolute, right? Hasn't failed once in the last 50 days."

Surrounding these chattering women like a siege from 100 meters back—outside the safe zone—were hundreds of men, each waiting desperately for their female companions to win the lottery.

"Fuck. We really need to hit it today. Supplies are almost gone…."

"Bro, don't worry. Jisoo's had crazy luck since she was a kid. She's basically the goddess of fortune. Plus, three days closed? It's gotta open today."

"Hope so. My sister's got the worst luck imaginable—total shit hands. Can't expect much from her."

The two men, exchanging tense words, clasped their hands and gazed at their respective little sister and big sister.

And then, precisely at noon. The massive doors blocking the hotel entrance slid open left and right, and two women emerged from within.

"Whoa, those must be the winners from last time."

"Look at that glow-up. Skin's all plump and firm…."

"But why only two? Shouldn't it be three?"

"Probably extending their stay. Fucking jealous. Shit."

The crowd of women buzzed in surprise for a moment. But the two who exited quickly received ironclad escorts from their waiting groups.

"Hyeji! How was it? Get a lot? All in your Inventory, right?"

"…Y-yeah, Oppa. Th-this should really help the shelter…."

"Phew. Thank god. So why the long face? You look beat…."

"N-no! I'm fine! Just… couldn't check out on my own… Felt like I was the only one relaxing in the hotel while everyone else… Kinda guilty…."

Unlike three days ago when she'd lucked into the dice lottery, her features were now neat and refined, her hair glossy and flowing. Dressed in fresh clothes, Lee Hyeji looked transformed. But the nightmarish ordeal inside that hotel had left deep scars on her body and soul.

Unaware of her turmoil, the shelter leader—ever the good guy—smiled warmly and encouraged her.

"Haha, what're you talking about? It's women-only anyway, so guys like us couldn't go. Girls might've had it rougher. But everyone'll be thrilled with what you brought back. Hell, maybe we hit again today. Got some extra defense, so a few are hanging around."

Hyeji's face drained of color as she followed his pointing finger to the throng of women anticipating the dice draw.

She tried to urgently warn the leader, but her lips sealed shut automatically, forcing her words back down her throat.

'M-my voice… it's really gone?! Just like that guy said…!!'

To the oblivious masses, this grand hotel was a beacon of light in the hellish apocalypse. But to Hyeji, fresh from an unimaginable nightmare within its walls, that was far from true.

Just as the hotel's owner—that man—had warned. And per the contract she'd mindlessly thumbprinted at check-in.

She was forcibly silenced from sharing anything about her experience inside. Verbally. Gestures, scribbling on her palm—nonverbal too. Even Status Window whispers… No method worked to convey her horror to the leader before her.

"Community says no party's ever hit twice in a row. Be cool if we made history. Haha."

"N-no! I-I… Y-yeah. Th-that…."

Desperate to scream no, Hyeji failed—some System-like pressure thwarting her every time. Even indirect hints to sour their view of the hotel were blocked cold.

For someone as timid as Hyeji even pre-apocalypse, it was hopeless. Resisting the absolute System was pointless, per her experiences so far.

"…Y-yeah… If we're l-lucky… We might win. If we're lucky…."

"Right? Oh, winners can retry after a week, yeah? Rest up at the shelter, Hyeji, then we go again."

"…Wha?! N-no! I mean, s-sure… Th-think… Yeah. Y-yeah… In a week…."

She wanted to refuse—absolutely refuse. But the past 50 days' lavish benefits from this hotel were all documented on the Status Window community boards.

All Hyeji could do was bite her lip.

…Praying deep in her heart that next time, her 'luck' would run dry.

"Hoo. This fucking bitch. So goddamn tasty. Never gets old no matter how many times I pound her. Right, slut?"

"Eut…! Hngh! Sh-shut up! You filthy fuck! You dog-ass bas—Ahngh!!"

"Three days in and still got fight? Suits me fine."

True non-con rape play you can't just whip out anytime? Of course it's a blast.

Top-tier looks among the bitches I've fucked so far. A virgin holding out in this shit apocalypse? Need I say more?

Plus, almost none refused the perks I offered—made it boring. They all spread too easy….

You can still have fun that way, sure. But breaking a feisty rebel like this? Prime delicacy.

This fresh thrill when I ram mercilessly, her virgin walls twitching… That raw hatred and disgust…!

Splurt-! Splurt-! Spuuuurt-!

"Eut! Haek! Aaaahk…!! Y-you dog bastard…!!"

"Yeah, yeah, you cunt. Name was… Gayeon? Right, my Gayeon. Clamp that pussy tight again. Gonna flood you deep."

In doggy, one hand pinning her nape, the other yanking her long hair back—building speed. Kim Gayeon's moans and screams intensified.

She twisted desperately to dodge my creampie. Futile thrashing from someone fully subdued.

Just stimulated my cock harder with those tight pussy walls.

"Euk! Hngruk! Ack! Aack! You fucking prick! Y-you're going straight to hell! God's gonna punish you…!"

"Hell? Whatever. World's already hell. For me? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Pure heaven. Heh."

Especially since regression let me revenge those heaven-defying asshole bastards.

If some god or whatever granted that? I'd thank 'em.

"Turns out my Gayeon's devout, huh? Truth is, I'm that god's apostle. So obey me."

"Hng! Ahng…! You spouting more bullshit…!"

"Bullshit? You'll learn soon enough. For now…!"

I yanked my throbbing, about-to-burst cock out fully. Her face went pale.

She knew what came next after nonstop pounding.

Spuuuuurt-!

"A, aaahaaaahk…!!!"

"Hoo…."

That scream never got old. The electric rush of full-power final thrust pre-cum, then ruthless creampie.

Her back arched like a bow under me.

I pumped every last drop deep inside.

Then, to the limp Kim Gayeon collapsed on the bed, I drawled leisurely.

"Unlike the other two, you're staying. Assigned a private suite on 99—right below. Congrats. First long-term guest in my hotel."