Acting the Brutal Ravager (Tentative) - 9
"This should do it..."
I gripped the wooden staff tightly, swinging it back and forth to mop up the zombies.
"It was definitely around here..."
As I stepped into the commercial building, the zombies hiding inside let out a unified screech.
"Shut up, all of you..."
I casually swung the staff, knocking them down one by one. I smashed their brains and sliced through their torsos. It wasn't sharpened at all, but that didn't matter—the cutting power came from the aura I emitted, not the material.
"It should be... right around here."
Down in the basement, a pitch-black space awaited me without any light. With my flashlight in hand, I carefully illuminated the stairs and corridors as I advanced.
"First basement level, so..."
Once I descended, I immediately knew where my target was. In the dim hallway, amid the darkness broken only by my flashlight beam, another light flickered from somewhere else.
"There it is."
Unfortunately, I couldn't head straight there. Zombies filled the corridor, charging at me with roars.
"Yeah, yeah. Come at me all at once."
In the narrow hallway, I lightly swept the staff left and right, turning the madly rushing zombies into chunks of meat in an instant. It was faster and more efficient to use aura than to swing with raw strength.
"Hup."
I lightly kicked the torso of a zombie coming from behind, then spun the staff back to crush its skull. Looked like I'd cleared all the nearby ones.
I entered the flashing light—the Supply Point.
"Found it."
It was a pharmacy, stocked full of ointments, bandages, pain relief patches, and nutritional supplements. I carefully packed the essentials into the eco-bag in my pocket.
This was a pretty decent haul in its own right.
"If only I'd found it a bit sooner... oh well."
Truth be told, finding medicine now wouldn't change much. I was still a little worried, but Han Seohee's minor wounds had all healed up.
Three days. Even accounting for the ointment I'd applied, her recovery speed was unnaturally fast.
"Well, faster is better, I guess..."
Living without basic medicine wasn't smart. I filled the eco-bag to the brim with drugs, then whistled my way out of the pharmacy.
The way back was quiet. Ever since I'd swept the zombies that night I rescued Han Seohee, their numbers on the streets had thinned out a lot.
I approached home with light steps and flung the door open.
"I'm back!"
"Master! You're home?"
An Sua came running over with pattering feet and threw herself into my arms.
"Yeah, my Sua! Were you good?"
"Yep! I took good care of Seohee too, and I even made dinner right on time for you, Master!"
"Good girl, my Seohee."
"No injuries?"
"None. Got the meds too."
As I entered the living room, Han Seohee turned her head to greet me.
"Welcome back."
"You good?"
"Eh, surviving."
Sitting alone must've been boring. No TV or internet meant no real videos—everything had been streaming subscriptions back then, not downloads.
"Looks fun."
"Yeah, first time playing this stuff... kinda novel, honestly."
Even without hands or feet, she could manage a strategy game by borrowing An Sua's help.
An Sua hates sitting idle anyway...
She used to tag along everywhere with me, but now she had to stay home and rest. Someone needed to watch Han Seohee, and I had to go out for supplies.
But An Sua got obsessive about working when stuck at home. She couldn't stand just 'resting.' If this let her play guilt-free, I was all for it.
"Um... hey."
Seohee shook her head, face flushing.
"Yeah?"
"I'm, like, totally healed. Can't move my limbs, but no pain. Bumps and bruises don't matter—body feels fucking great."
"Glad to hear it!"
I nodded with a smile. Han Seohee scowled.
"That's it?"
"What, want a party?"
"No, I mean... fuck."
She shook her head uncomfortably.
"Never mind. My bad. Go wash up quick. Got a favor to ask."
"...Sure."
I nodded slowly, stripped off my outing clothes, and hopped in the shower.
She looks okay, at least.
The first day here, she'd kept up the gloomy talk—useless, better to ditch her now. Day two, she hesitated to voice even basic needs like thirst or the bathroom.
She saw everything here as a debt. No need for that burden, but no matter what I said, she trembled.
Today was better, though. She could voice her wants with some cheek.
I didn't know when she'd fully recover, but this was fine for now.
"I'm back!"
After showering, I approached Seohee.
"I, uh... wanna do something? But can't move, so move my body for me."
"Sure, sounds good! What?"
"Put me on the floor here. Kneeling pose."
"...Why?"
"Reasons! Just do it quick!"
Feeling baffled, I gently lifted her body.
"Won't hurt?"
"Told you, it's fine. No sensation, no movement—just limp. Not gonna break from rough handling."
"Still, sitting like this might hurt..."
I found the yoga mat in the living room corner and set her on it.
"Legs right. Yeah. Spread a bit. Good."
"Hmm..."
Touching her pale legs like a toy stirred a vague guilt. Like handling a hyper-realistic sex doll made from a real person. Kinda fascinating.
"Perfect. Now tilt my upper body forward slow. Not too sudden."
"Like this?"
I eased her shoulders down until her face touched the mat.
"No pain?"
"Nah, bit dizzy but good."
Her face on the mat meant her ass was sky-high. Short clothes already, top slid down exposing her back. Taut pants showed even her ass crack.
Stretching... maybe?
Even here, my libido kicked in—couldn't help a wry chuckle. I'd been normal before hugging An Sua recently.
But thinking back, the other world wasn't exactly cuddle-friendly. Pent-up lust bursting out now, probably.
"Pull my arms toward my head?"
"Got it."
"Twist elbows out a bit. Yeah. Good. Stack hands on top. No angle change."
"Picky..."
No way this was gymnastics or stretching. Too erotic.
"Lift my head a sec and set it on top. I can kinda move my waist, but feels off."
"Okay, done."
"Good. Stand in front and snap a pic to show me?"
"...What's this pose even for?"
Griping, I pulled out my phone and snapped it. Lifted her face and shoulders so she could see her own body.
"Looks right. Reset my head, then sit in front of me."
"Getting bored..."
"Fuck, hurry! Blood's rushing!"
"Fine, fine."
I sat at the mat's edge, right by her head, feeling an eerie vibe.
This pose... didn't notice when setting it up, but it's fucking hot. Kinda familiar too—
"Shit. Wait. Forgot. Sua! Sua!!!"
"Told you to memorize it!"
"Just tell me once more."
"Jeez..."
An Sua scampered over, whispered to the prone Seohee. Seeing Sua's mischievous grin confirmed it.
This is... dogeza, right?
The moment I realized, An Sua fled to her room. Seohee spoke.
"I'm useless, no limbs, can't do shit, shitty personality, survived by acting tough to guys then begging like a dog on heat for mercy, but..."
"...What?"
"I can still be a human onahole, getting fucked helplessly by Master's cock!"
Shame, accomplishment, relief, playfulness, arousal—emotions flooded her voice.
"P-please... make me Master's sex slave!"
It was dogeza. The pose she'd borrowed my arms for was the submission stance An Sua had shown me once before.
Han Seohee has requested to become your sex slave. Will you accept?
The Status Window confirmed her sincerity.