Chapter 117

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 117

Chapter Title: Zombie Cleanup & Farming

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Lee Seo-yeon, on the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠other hand, said it was a fresh new experience... but she was incredibly embarrassed, whispering in my ear, "If... if Master wants... I-I'll do it again next time too."

Lately, she's been leaning on me a lot more, trying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to please me and lift my spirits.

I wrapped up my thoughts on my three pussy slaves, took a shower, and snuggled up with their soft, clean naked bodies before drifting off to sleep in bed.

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Tower 1st Floor. Project Zombie World.

July 15th. Morning.

Maybe because they'd gone into heat yesterday and we'd fucked endlessly, my three pussy slaves—who had less stamina than me—were still deep in slumber.

I grabbed a quick breakfast and stopped by the 4th floor of the Tower.

Then I tested the aphrodisiac semen effect on the pussy slaves locked up in the confinement cells there too.

Starting with Park Si-eun, then Lee Ji-min, Jeong Su-bin, Kim Seo-hyun, Lee Min-seo, Kim Mi-young, Choi A-young, the female rescue team members, and all 50 women I'd kidnapped from the village near the villa...

'Yep, they're all going into heat... Lee Ji-min already loves lewd stuff, but she's practically losing her mind... Might be risky to use it on the real-world Lee Ji-min...?'

I fooled around with the pussy slaves on the 4th floor just enough, then headed back to the 1st floor.

I'd washed the other girls on the 4th floor to snap them out of their aphrodisiac haze and restore them to normal, but Kim Seo-hyun—who'd hit me—got a full-body coating of aphrodisiac semen.

Striking me was an utterly unforgivable offense, so I wasn't letting it slide easily.

I deliberately didn't wash this bitch off, leaving her to suffer in heat hell.

She's probably still desperately fingering her pussy raw with her own hands right now.

'Too bad time doesn't pass here while I'm gone... Would be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nice if there was a function to let time flow later...'

Back on the 1st floor, I gently stroked the heads of my sleeping pussy slaves or planted kisses on their foreheads.

I didn't want to wake the girls up... So I pondered what to do next and decided to tackle some long-postponed work.

For once in a blue moon, I felt a surge of motivation to get to it.

Every now and then, after too much play, you crave something meaningful and productive.

'These zombie corpses... they're starting to stink bad now. Time to haul 'em far away.'

I rappelled down from the 10th floor of the apartment to the ground using the tactical climbing rope secured to a pillar.

Having done it several times before, my movements were smooth and practiced.

My goal right now was to clear every zombie corpse around Building 210 where I lived.

With Subspace Storage, it wouldn't be too tough or laborious.

Right next to where I'd landed, zombie corpses were piled high. These had to go too.

I decided to gather them all in one spot outside the apartment complex first.

Then scout a suitable empty lot nearby, douse it in oil or petroleum, and burn them all.

Since I'd be handling filth, I layered on thick cowhide gloves, vinyl gloves, and anti-slash gloves.

I went to stuff my first zombie corpse into Subspace Storage, but my eye caught the gold ring, necklace, and jeweled earrings it wore.

It was a female zombie—an auntie type? Flashy accessories.

"...Nice side income."

I pulled the jeweled gold ring off her ring finger.

"Diamond ring? On her left ring finger, so probably a wedding band... Makes sense."

I also pocketed the gold necklace, ornate earrings, and gold bracelet into Subspace Storage separately.

Boil 'em in hot water for ten minutes or more later to sterilize, then sell in the real world or gift to the girls.

I looted rings and necklaces from other corpses too.

Thought about yanking gold teeth... but their mouths were nasty, so I skipped those.

As I loaded zombie corpses into one corner of Subspace Storage, I started meticulously stripping rings, necklaces, earrings—any jewelry.

Once it felt full enough, I'd head outside the complex and dump them in a pile.

This spot would be the primary collection point; once I stripped all the jewelry, I'd stack 'em up, find a good empty lot where fire wouldn't spread, and torch everything.

"Gather 'em here first, move to a big empty lot where it won't spread if I light it up, then burn all these zombie fuckers."

For zombies in decent clothes, I checked pockets too, beyond just rings or bracelets—hoping for extras—but nothing worthwhile.

Lots of flashy wallets with bills, checks, credit cards... Useless to me.

After a few thorough checks turned up zilch, I just grabbed visible jewelry and loaded the stripped corpses into Subspace Storage.

After packing 400 to 500 bodies, Subspace felt nicely full, so I'd dump the load at the primary site in front of the complex.

Soon, zombie corpses piled up like a garbage mountain at the complex entrance.

While working, I'd spot live zombies in my view and drop them with my rifle.

Using the M416 with suppressor and 4x scope, I picked off every shambling zombie wandering near Building 210.

- Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! -

- Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! -

"Fuck, there are so goddamn many zombies. When am I gonna clear all of Daegu?"

Starting from Building 210 and the surrounding area, I cleared underground parking, flower beds, playground—every zombie corpse.

Then I decided to hit Buildings 201 through 209 around it, entering every single apartment unit to clean up indoor zombies too.

Bonus: Bust open every front door with my rifle, crowbar, or sledgehammer; loot food, jewelry—anything valuable—and haul it back to Hye-jeong's place and mine next door as much as possible.

Ended up with so much food and water that I turned empty units on lines 3 and 4 of Building 210, floors 11 through 20, into temp warehouses.

Hye-jeong's and my unit right above, 1103 and 1104, and the ones above that, 1203 and 1204, were already stuffed with food, water, daily necessities.

Ramen, canned goods, bottled water, laundry detergent, body wash, used shampoo, soap, rice, pasta, jerky, snacks, towels, decent clothes, seasoning packets, sugar bags, salt sacks, rice bags, frying mix, flour, cooking oil, olive oil, pots, pressure cookers, portable gas burners, butane canisters, etc...

I swept up every useful necessity, hauled and sorted them properly.

Subspace Storage was tied up hauling corpses, so no room for sundries during that.

"This ain't a one-day job... Hmm, probably 3-4 days at least."

Work days under the sun, nights fucking Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, and Hye-yeon.

I spent those four days productively enough.

With me bustling between apartments nonstop for four days, even my pussy slaves were impressed.

'The thrill of picking up side loot made it pretty fun work.'

Looting rings and necklaces from zombies was addictive.

And I stripped every single unit in Buildings 201 through 210, no exceptions.

Now I had a massive haul of food and jewelry.

By my estimate, enough sundries for a small grocery mart, and gold/jewelry like I'd robbed a whole jewelry store.

"Haven't even hit 101 through 110 yet... More than I thought."

Almost every household had some gold or silver jewelry—baby rings, accessory boxes by the vanity.