Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Zombie Parade
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When I opened my eyes, Claudy was sleeping curled up in my arms.
Her face was so glossy and smooth that it immediately reminded me last night's frenzy hadn't been a dream. It had truly been a session of energy drain. Compared to my own gaunt face, hers was practically oozing with vitality.
It felt like ten years of my lifespan had been sucked away.
"Sis, I'm not a human dildo."
I shoved her to the side and pulled the blanket over her. If I caught another glimpse of her naked body, I'd get hard again. And then she'd wake up like a ghost and cling to me for round two... Damn it, what a blissful hell this was! This was straight-up death sex! One more time and I might actually drop dead!
When I stood up and planted my feet on the floor, my body felt so light it was like I was floating. I could probably fly all the way home right now, I thought idly.
"Gah!"
The silly notion made my legs wobble, and I nearly tripped. With my body this drained, I dragged myself into the shower to wash up.
Shwaaa.
The cold water hitting my skin snapped my hazy mind awake. If I kept living with Claudy like this, there was no way I'd die of old age. I'd have to seriously research ways to boost my stamina or something, or I'd end up a mummy discovered next year.
By the time I finished washing and stepped out, Claudy was awake. She stared at my face for a moment, then blushed and pulled the blanket up to her chest. What the hell? Why was she suddenly acting shy?
"What's up? You okay?"
"...I'm just feeling embarrassed about what I said last night, all of a sudden."
"Huh? Oh, you mean when you said you loved me? Heh heh heh. You're so cute, Claudy."
"D-Don't call me cute."
After devouring me like that all night, this reaction? My dick shot straight up in an instant. I couldn't suppress the urge and approached her.
"No, you're too cute. And I love you too."
"..."
Incredibly, I walked right into the pit of death without a second thought. But I couldn't hold back—I wanted to feel her inside right now. I lifted the blanket. Her lower half was already slick and wet.
My eyes locked onto that lewd sight. I pressed my tip against her entrance and rubbed. Every time I grazed her clit, a moan escaped her lips. Seeing her still embarrassed like that made me throb even harder.
"Claudy, kiss me."
"...Okay."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. At the same time, I fondled her ear and slid inside her. The warm sensation of her depths chased every other thought from my mind.
We tangled together from the morning onward, going at it missionary style until we were both satisfied.
"Haa... It's already afternoon?"
While I'd cum twice, Claudy had climaxed over five times. Exhausted, she burrowed into the blankets. She didn't have the energy to move anymore. This was a first.
"Katt, we're taking it easy today, right? Let's just sleep."
She reached out from under the covers, arms extended like she wanted a hug. I dodged. She might be fine, but I was starving to death. I'd burned through all my reserves shaking my hips like that—I needed to refuel with some food.
"I'm hungry. Aren't you?"
"...Yeah, now that you mention it."
"Stay put. I'll go grab something."
"You'd do that?"
I decided to head out and buy enough to tide us over for meals.
Bread and sausages should do it. Things were going well enough these days that I could eat like this without worry. Back then, I'd fill up on rations for every meal, even snacks—and that was nostalgic as hell.
I threw on casual clothes, buckled my sword belt, and slipped on my shoes. I wasn't heading out to hunt; it was just a quick trip to the local market, no need for full armor. Sword was essential, though.
I left my main wallet stuffed with my life savings behind and pocketed a spare with about five silvers. Might as well grab some sundries from the general store. Having a base meant more stuff I needed than expected.
"Be back soon. Rest up."
"Okay. Oh, come here for a sec."
"Huh?"
I leaned in closer.
"Pucker up."
"..."
I offered my cheek without a word, and she planted a kiss with a smack.
This is kinda embarrassing.
"Hee hee, hurry back. I'm already... getting wet again."
"Ah, damn it. The mood was perfect just now."
"I'll take care of myself while I wait?"
"..."
I left her wriggling and moaning behind as I trudged out the door. 'I'll take care of myself while I wait'? After all that, she still had energy for masturbation...? Her sex drive terrified me.
The streets were a bit quieter. With the undead numbers dropping, the festival buzz was dying down too. Come to think of it, it had been ages since I'd gone out alone. We were always together lately, so being by myself felt refreshingly novel.
I used to roam like this every day without her.
Kim Katt, you've made it. Climbing to this status after about three years in this world? I'm definitely a talent monster. Hell, I'm a third dan in taekwondo, after all.
I'm a capable guy at heart.
Truth is, I hadn't done a single thing wrong up to now. It was all those idiot party members dragging me down—not me being the problem. Kobson, Elise, Meria, Gibson... Meeting real friends like them pulled me back from the depths caused by those trolls. Claudy was just my goddess.
"Hoo."
Winia.
Fucking Winia. I didn't want to think about her. She'd carved out my heart in so many ways... and she was my first real connection here. Now that I'd hooked up with her, half that hatred had faded, leaving me unable to judge how I felt.
I had no idea what face I'd make if I saw her again.
Honestly, I didn't want to see her. Minus the fact her tits were three or four times bigger than Claudy's, she wasn't that great anyway.
Whatever. I headed to the bakery. Grab a big loaf, then sausages from the butcher, and finally some wine or beer. Buy enough to last till tomorrow morning.
Since we're chilling today, maybe borrow a book too...
Thud.
"Whoa, what the—?"
Someone shoulder-checked me hard as they passed.
"..."
The street wasn't that crowded. They could've stepped aside easily, so this had to be deliberate. Rage boiled up instantly. This bitch thinks she can bump and run like we're in Korea?
"You fucking punk!"
I yelled at the fast-walking perp. No apology? Had to be a serial shoulder-checker, some psychopathic maniac. I pegged them as a murderer on sight.
"Hey! You!"
They were short. Boy? Girl? Whatever—this was perfect. No way I'd lose to a kid. Time to make them pay for my meal. Bumping me?
Whoosh!
"Huh?!"
As I closed in, they glanced back and bolted like a rabbit. I caught a glimpse—looked underage—
A bad premonition flashed through my mind.
"No way!"
I gave chase while frantically checking my pocket.
...My wallet.
Was gone!
"Fuck! Pickpocket!"
The spare with five silvers had vanished! Not a murderer—a thief! No wonder they were small—a little gutter rat!
Broke-ass kids skip honest work to pickpocket for a living. I'd been hit plenty back in the day, so I knew the signs. Full sprint activated. They say you can get pickpocketed in broad daylight in Seoul—this was exactly that!
"You little shit! Stop!"
No way this pro like me loses a footrace to a kid... or so I thought, but damn, they were fast. Even at full speed, I couldn't close the gap. After a long chase, they looked back and stuck out their tongue.
Bleh.
"You fucking larva!"
That taunt flipped my switch. I gathered every ounce of potential, exploded into a jumping side kick.
"Magnum Kick!"
Swoosh!
This kick would snap a kid's spine in half. A third dan taekwondo strike isn't a joke. If you knew how many monsters I'd killed with this ultimate move, you'd sign up for a dojo on the spot.
Thud.
But they dodged it effortlessly.
"What?!"
I hadn't expected that, lost my landing, and tumbled across the ground.
Crash!
As I hit the dirt, our eyes met. Through the hood, I glimpsed short black hair and a face. The pickpocket was a black-haired bob-cut girl. This bitch a barbarian...?
"Hey mister, you retarded?"
She smirked and said it.
"—!"
I rolled a couple times, got up—the distance had widened again. Blind with fury, I leaped up, drew my sword with a roar, and charged like a mad bull.
"You fucker! You're dead!"
With sword in hand, omnipotence surged. Stealing five silvers? Death sentence by any common sense. No trial needed. Obvious slum rat thief—no one would complain if I executed on the spot.
Plus, that jet-black hair screamed barbarian or half-breed. Fuck those savages! A couple disappearing wouldn't faze anyone.
"Holy Knights, sirs! A bandit's chasing meee!"
"What?"
The punk yelled ahead in a shrill voice. I knew I was screwed. Glancing around, two Holy Knights on patrol spotted us. They eyed me.
"You, the one with the sword!"
"Halt!"
They spoke in eerie unison like twins and rushed me. Against religious thugs like them, a scrub like me had zero options—especially sword drawn. No excuses.
"Subdue!"
"Him!"
Bam!
The two armored heavies twisted my arms and slammed me down in a blink. A weird floatiness hit, then spine-shattering pain shot through me.
"Guh... ack!"
What kind of bullshit is this?!
Glancing up, the pickpocket was watching from afar.
I yelled desperately.
"Officers! That kid's the pickpocket! That's why I was chasing 'em! Let me go! They're getting away!"
"Is that true?"
We all looked—the punk bolted again. Knights shouted to stop, but they were already gone.
"See? They're running!"
I was losing my mind. Let 'em escape, and five silvers—real money—gone. No way in hell. I'd tear the slums apart to find 'em.
"Hey, we need a statement—"
"They already ran, fuckers! Outta my way! What about my money, you holy dickheads?!"
My aggressive shout flustered them into letting go.
I bolted again.
"Raaargh!"
Finally caught their tail after a long run. They didn't tire, sprinting toward the slums. Familiar turf—I plunged in without hesitation.
"Huff...! Huff!"
But my stamina was hitting the wall. Not built for sustained sprints like this. If not for this morning with Claudy...
I slowed to catch my pounding heart. We'd entered the east gate slums—the street with the black mage's shop. Alleys twisted like a maze; finding the thief here would be a nightmare.
They ducked into one.
"...Daring to steal my priceless happiness?"
Some slave away at hard labor for cash, and this punk wants to live large picking pockets?
"No mercy for you, larva!"
Fuelled by rage anew, I plunged into the slum streets.