Acting Like a Brutal Rapist (Tentative) - 1
"Dig in!"
An Sua pulled a lunchbox out of the backpack on her back.
"I-it's still warm!"
"Worth packing the insulated one after all."
When I opened it, there was some mouthwatering meat dish and rolled omelet inside.
"Dig in!"
"Thanks!"
The seasoning was still a bit heavy-handed, but the sides were incredibly tasty anyway. Bulgogi, rolled omelet, and even some bean sprouts perfectly dressed in sesame oil.
"Wow, this is good."
"I put a lot of effort into making it!"
I checked my progress rate and then got straight to cleaning the streets.
There wasn't much left to clear out. An Sua was way stronger than I'd thought, so I could fight on the front lines without a worry about her safety.
"Still, after days of effort, it's only at 10%?"
"That's huge!"
Sure enough, no zombies were wandering the streets anymore.
"Do we have to check every one of those abandoned buildings for stragglers...?"
"Nah. Once the street monsters drop below a certain number, the hidden zombies start crawling out on their own."
"That's a relief."
"But I don't think we'll get any more progress around here, no matter how many we hunt!"
"Yeah. Let's head out farther today."
Of course, I had no intention of camping out to hunt monsters. A warm electric blanket, cool AC, and a soft bed were temptations too hard to resist.
Plus, there were things I could only do at home.
"Y-you're hard already! Were you holding back? In that case, leave it to your An Sua!"
"Not really the best spot to take care of it, is it?"
"True, it is kinda dangerous..."
Hearts seemed to be leaking from her eyes.
"I can't wait for tonight! I'll work hard to drain Master's lust again!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"My sex slave level went up too, so now I can scout nearby supply points!"
"What?"
I looked at her face in surprise. She didn't seem to be joking.
"Wasn't that a skill you already had? Wait, does sex slave leveling unlock stuff like that?"
An Sua tilted her head.
"It's kinda different... The skill I got from leveling as a scavenger shows supply points with actual survival goods, right?"
"Yeah."
"Sex slave levels are mostly sex-related abilities! Like locating cosplay outfits!"
"Ah..."
Makes sense—if you could just learn practical skills from sex, everyone would grab slaves and fuck their way to power.
"Anyway, let's head there! For Master's desires!"
"Keep it down..."
The area was deserted, no other rational beings in sight, but it was still embarrassing to have a sex slave yelling "I wanna fuck!" in the middle of the street in broad daylight.
Still, no reason to stop. I started following her lead.
"There's a supply point nearby! Size-wise... looks like a convenience store?"
"Convenience store, huh."
Honestly, food for "survival" was meaningless to me. But a convenience store might have stuff the mart by my place didn't restock.
"Could snag some exclusive snacks or cup ramen."
Not a big deal, but no reason to pass it up.
"Zombies! And an elite monster again!"
"...What the hell is that?"
A monster with a long tongue whipping around, skittering across an abandoned building like a spider.
"Just watch out for the tongue lash! I could take it out easily from here, but..."
"You can hit something that fast?"
It moved unbelievably quick for its human size, long limbs and tiny torso making it look just like a spider.
"Tough with one shot—takes about four bullets to bring it down."
"Impressive."
"Cold weapons struggle against it. If it gets risky, I'll back you up!"
"I'm good."
No reason to hesitate. I yanked a tree branch free and casually sliced off the tongue lunging at me.
"Kieeeek!"
"Weak to pain, huh?"
"Well... yeah, what do you expect when you cut its tongue?"
The zombies trailing it screeched and charged. But they were no match.
I swung the branch a few times to clear them, then leaped lightly onto the building wall toward the clinging monster.
"Kriiiik!"
"No tongue!"
Honestly, with my strength, I could snap its tongue just by clamping its arm to its neck. No chance of it binding me or whipping me with that thing.
But imagining that sticky green drool touching me was gross enough to make me shudder. Better to end it cleanly with a little extra effort.
"Kiik!"
"That's it."
Its body split in half in an instant.
"Progress went up a bit... but not much."
I crushed the fallen zombies' heads and kept moving.
"Let's see... head to that convenience store and back today?"
"Really? Yes, yes!"
Compared to my usual non-stop zombie hunts, this was leisurely. The sun was still blazing, and we hadn't strayed far from my apartment.
But it was Saturday. No work, so what was the point of a holiday? Still, I wanted to feel like it was one.
"Let's have some fun today."
"S-so you were backed up! Then let's hit this spot and the next supply point nearby—"
"Yeah, yeah."
I grabbed her ass lightly and kneaded it softly.
"Hnnng..."
Plump and jiggly. The jeans fabric was a bit rough, but the way the flesh shifted under my fingers was a sight for sore eyes.
"Found it! Convenience store!"
"But... it doesn't look intact."
"That's normal! This area's relatively safe, so scavengers swing by often."
"Huh."
"Similar danger level, but the threshold's different, y'know?"
An Sua grinned brightly as she launched into a grim tale.
"Around Master's apartment? Total demon den. Every kind of freak crawls out."
"I haven't seen any."
"They're hiding. In parks or deep underground. They don't show often, but when they do, they hunt people like rats."
"Got it."
"Elites here? Tough, but you can run before they grab you. Think Goliath but slower!"
I nodded along.
"So unless you're seriously hunting, no need to fight zombies or monsters."
As long as you flee before they spawn, nothing to fear—even the strong ones.
"Which is why... it's been looted!"
"Makes sense!"
Thinking about it, no way infinite-restocking supply points would have untouched goods.
This was standard.
"Wanna check if anything's left?"
"Let's go in!"
We strode boldly into the convenience store.
"Hm... looks recently raided."
Shelves were empty. Cup ramen, frozen hot dogs, tteokbokki, snacks—all gone.
"One bag of chips left, though. Wow, these were super popular back in the day."
"Really?"
Honey-butter potato chips. Ancient history now, but they'd been a massive fad.
"Just a flash in the pan. People lined up for these."
Still, salvaging something was nice.
"Wanna share?"
"Anything with Master is great!"
I tore open the bag, popped a chip in my mouth, and chewed.
"Mmm... fresh flavor."
"Stuff from supply points pops into existence fresh. Probably brand new."
"Want a bite?"
"Can I?"
An Sua's eyes sparkled at my fingers.
"Mm..."
She swallowed the chip whole and lewdly sucked my finger.
"That good?"
"Salty-sweet and nutty... so yummy!"
That's when a raspy woman's voice barked from outside.
"Hey, you punks! Stealing snacks, huh?!"
"Hm?"
Rough voice.
"H-hide!"
"Why?"
I felt a spark of pleasant surprise, but An Sua seemed terrified.
"You in there! Saw everything. Come out!"
An Sua bit her lip and summoned her pistol.
"But there's a guy here, so she won't get too aggressive—"
"Don't care if you're guy or girl—come out unless you wanna die!"
"G-guess we go?"
An Sua nodded, trembling.
"I'll... protect you."
"It's fine."
I patted her head to reassure her, then stepped outside.
"You fuck... what were you doing in there?"
A blonde delinquent type with a nail-studded bat chewed gum loudly, glaring at us.
Things weren't going to go smoothly.