Chapter 127
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 127
Chapter Title: California, USA: A Man Pulls Out a Photo
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127 - California, USA. A man pulled out a photo.
I kept making Hye-jeong say embarrassing things about her husband.
"And now, all I can think about day and night is Master's cock... Haang...♡ And also, when you do it once, Master does it ten times, a hundred times... Hng...♡ And also..."
"What else is there? Heh heh."
"...Also, Master has such incredible stamina that unlike you, ahh...♡ He doesn't finish like a pathetic rabbit. ...And his cum isn't watery like yours; it's thick and sticky..., heut...♡ It feels so good to eat it or take it in my pussy, like this is what real cum should be... Hng...♡"
Hye-jeong seemed convinced her husband was never coming back alive.
She'd already given up on him.
That was my take too.
So this was a kind of ritual, a pledge of loyalty.
Until now, whenever Hye-jeong brought up her husband who probably died in America, she'd get super defensive.
It was like she had this unspoken rule: don't touch the topic of her presumed-dead husband.
So I'd always been careful about it on purpose.
Even in conversation, I'd steer clear of anything leading to her husband or America.
'And that shit always pissed me off to no end. Hye-jeong's my woman, but every time it felt like she still belonged to that dead husband bastard, it made my blood boil. She needs to ditch her dead husband's name like Hikari did and swear loyalty to me—that's how she proves she's mine.'
Of course, even before, when she was lost in the pleasure of sex, she'd brush off or accept husband talk the same way..., but now it felt different.
Now Hye-jeong had promised that even if her husband came back alive, she wouldn't leave my side.
I couldn't read her mind 100%, so maybe deep down she was thinking, 'I'll cross that bridge when I come to it—it's never gonna happen anyway.'...
But my gut told me... Hye-jeong had completely let go of her husband now.
Even if he miraculously survived and returned.
Even if her husband really came back..., she'd probably say something like, 'I've already been defiled. Master's trained me too well—I can't go back. Find someone better than me...'
And break up with him.
That was the instinct my Intuition skill was feeding me.
'Feels like one last pity fuck before goodbye. Though I'd never let that happen, of course. Even if there's a one-in-a-million chance he survives and comes back. Heh heh...'
And if I somehow couldn't stop it and she gave him that last farewell fuck, she'd be so disappointed by his tiny, feeling-less dick...,
while the husband would be shocked by Hye-jeong's pussy, now stretched loose and ruined to fit my massive monster cock...
'Keh heh heh. That's hilarious. I almost hope the bastard comes back alive now. ...Not that I'd ever let them fuck, obviously. Hye-jeong's mine now. Just show him the video we took.'
Pregnancy hormones shifting her heart, plus the addictive high from my drug-laced cock.
Hye-jeong was truly my pussy slave now.
Even if her husband returned against a one-in-a-million—or ten-million-to-one—chance, she'd choose to stay my devoted pussy slave.
#
California, USA.
Pacific Standard Time, July 27, 2023, 06:03.
On the rooftop of a ruined grocery mart in some deserted street, an East Asian man stood gripping an AR-15 assault rifle.
He was on watch from the mart's roof, guarding against zombies and looters.
The so-called night sentry duty.
Then he pulled a single photo from his wallet.
It showed a beautiful woman beaming brightly.
"Hey, Mr. Park. Time to switch shifts. ...What's that you're staring at?"
"Oh, Mr. Jake. Good morning. This is... a photo of my wife."
"Whoa, she's gorgeous. No wonder you're so dead set on making it back to Korea. What's her name?"
"Kim Hye-jeong. Hye-jeong Kim."
"Got it. So that's why you don't budge even when stacked beach babes like Anna Smith throw themselves at you. Anna still seems into you... She's gonna be disappointed. Or just take her up on it—your wife'll never know what went down in America. No guarantee you'll make it back alive anyway. Live a little."
"...I need to be able to face my wife without shame when I get home. I'd rather focus on surviving and getting back to Korea safely than that."
"True elite. Heard your company only hires top-tier talent from Korea. Your specs were impressive too."
"Right now, that's just useless baggage. Better to be like you and actually know how to shoot straight."
"Haha, fair enough. Well, I hope you make it back alive, man. Can't leave a beauty like that all alone."
"Of course. Hye-jeong's been stalked before, and there've always been bad guys after her. I need to get back and protect her."
Park Jin-su and Jake both avoided voicing the nagging thought that Park Jin-su's wife, Kim Hye-jeong, was probably already dead or zombified.
In a zombie apocalypse, no one was tone-deaf enough to bluntly tell a survivor buddy chasing his family home that his loved ones were most likely gone.
"Yeah. Make it back for sure. Your wife's waiting. I'll help however I can."
"Thanks, Jake."
Park Jin-su stared at his wife's photo in his wallet and vowed to survive no matter what.
'Hye-jeong. I'll come back to you alive. Please stay safe. Just stay alive...'
Park Jin-su tucked Kim Hye-jeong's photo back in his wallet, switched watch with Jake, and headed off for some sleep.
Sentry duty, whether in the army or now, always left him exhausted enough to crash hard.
#
Thanks to my aphrodisiac cock and drug cock, my pussy slaves' loyalty was on another level.
Sharp Hye-jeong subtly probed if I'd done something weird to their bodies, but when I flatly denied it, she got confused and gradually convinced herself it was just her body getting trained naturally.
I also gaslit her hard, saying her body just couldn't forget my massive cock anymore. Stuff like that.
"...M-Master fucks us so much every day that our bodies are all messed up now. ...You have to take responsibility. ...F-From now on, fuck us a ton every day."
"Keh heh heh, got it. You're so cute, Hye-jeong. Smiling all sweet first thing in the morning, demanding more daily sex from your Master? Where'd that obedient girl go who swore yesterday to ditch her husband forever and be my eternal pussy slave? Huh? Heh heh."
"......"
Hye-jeong trembled with frustration. But she couldn't do shit about it.
Sex wasn't a reward they gave me anymore—it was my reward to give them.
Piss me off, and no food, no sex.
"...S-Still, even just a little while after sex with Master, I start craving Master's cock and cum again... That's weird... Something's..."
"Told you, Hye-jeong—your body's been trained for me now? You've got it bad for my dick. Seo-yeon, you've been like this forever, right? Thinking about sex with me, or me hugging you tight, petting your head—all day long?"
"...Yes, Master. ...Looks like Hye-jeong sis likes Master too now. Hehe..."
Seo-yeon innocently assisted from the side, none the wiser.
Hye-jeong tilted her head at Seo-yeon's offbeat assist, then started buying that yeah, her body really had been trained by my massive cock and our sex.
She ignored every word from me, but one 'hehe' backup from Seo-yeon, and suddenly it was '...Maybe?'
"But Master, why won't you let me see Hye-yeon...? Except when all four of us fuck together, you won't even let us talk..."
"Hey now, don't you know the rule? Separate the perp from the victim for now. You girls can't be together."
Hye-jeong wanted to talk to Hye-yeon, but I shut that down hard.
Time to keep them apart for a bit.
I sent Hye-jeong back to the temp storage room and called Hye-yeon from the bedroom bathroom.
Hye-yeon was a little suspicious too, sensing changes in her body like Hye-jeong, but my gaslighting and Seo-yeon's assist smoothed it over again.
And since Hye-yeon's addiction wasn't as deep, she didn't dig too hard—easy to fool.
'...Heh heh, smart keeping their addiction levels different. If they were the same, they'd suspect more.'
Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon's addiction differed by about double.
So their perspectives clashed.
If Hye-jeong freaked out about her body feeling weird, Hye-yeon would just think, 'Eh, that much?'
A couple more days passed, and Hye-jeong got used to the addiction symptoms.
She was fully my loyal, obedient pussy slave now.
Hye-yeon was no different.