Chapter 132
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: Cool AC in the Zombie Apocalypse
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“Yeah, sure thing. Heh heh heh. Play with yourself and warm up that pussy while you wait a bit. I’ll fuck you good real soon.”
I nodded to Hye-yeon’s seductive plea and told her to get her pussy nice and warm while she waited.
Thanks to the AC dropping the temperature, her wide-open pink folds gave me the illusory feeling that warm steam might rise from them.
“...Master. Me too, me too...♡ After Hye-yeon unnie, it’s my turn, Master...♡”
Seo-yeon clung to me like she couldn’t stand being left out, so I stroked her hair and planted a kiss on her forehead.
The AC seemed to make the pussy slaves even happier.
But how were we blasting AC in a world without power?
As August hit and the pussy slaves struggled with the unbearable heat, I’d set up a portable generator on the 14th-floor balcony and run the extension cord down to Hye-jeong’s place on the 10th floor.
I put it on the 14th specifically because it ran on gasoline, which meant fumes and a bit of ambient noise.
Still, it was a top-of-the-line model, so the engine hum was quieter than expected—about like a new car idling.
With four floors of distance, you could barely hear it from the 10th.
If the cord had been longer, I might’ve gone higher, but I settled for the 14th.
I could’ve extended it if I wanted, but it was enough, and I was too lazy to bother.
Putting it all the way up on the 20th would’ve been overkill anyway—climbing up to refuel would’ve been a pain.
For the record, I sourced the fuel easily from the real world, of course.
Honestly, with my upgraded physical specs, the heat didn’t faze me much, but the normal human pussy slaves were dying in the early August swelter, so I set it up for them.
In this Project Zombie World’s Korean Peninsula this year, July felt mild to me, but August’s heat was off the charts.
Like it had held back in July just to explode in August.
The day I turned on the AC, all three pussy slaves thanked me profusely, sucking my dick like they wanted to lick every inch of my body while praising me to the skies.
Should’ve done it sooner. July was pretty hot too—would’ve turned it on then if I’d known.
“Haaah...♡ AC is the best...♡ Master is the best...♡ I’m gonna live with Master forever...♡”
On the first day with the AC on, I was chilling on the living room couch when Seo-yeon rubbed her face against my thigh, acting all coquettish with a big smile in her eyes.
In a zombie apocalypse, a guy who can run AC is one of a kind. Guess it really is all about ability for a man.
That first day, Hye-jeong had been sucking my dick hard right next to Seo-yeon’s face.
Out of the three, Hye-jeong was the most hopelessly addicted to my drug-like cock, so she had a habit of keeping it in her mouth whenever she could.
Her dependency had gotten to the point where if I pulled it out and told her to stop, she’d give me this super disappointed look, gazing up like a whimpering puppy.
I snapped out of reminiscing about that first day and, as Hye-jeong wished, pumped a thick load of cum deep into her pussy.
Once missionary was done, she automatically started her cleanup blowjob, smooth as ever.
“Hye-jeong, you like my cock that much?”
“Slurp, slurp, yes...♡ Sluuurp.”
“More than your sister Hye-yeon?”
“...Slurp, slurp, ...Yes. More than Hye-yeon... Master’s cock is way better...♡”
“Didn’t you say last time it was obviously Hye-yeon’s that was better?”
“...Sluurp, slurp♡ Lick. ...Master♡ Back then, I was just a dumb idiot who didn’t know any better...♡ Now, slurp, lick. Master’s cock and cum are the most important things in the world...♡”
“Heh heh heh, got it. Good girl.”
Hye-yeon, who’d been lying obediently on the living room floor listening, slowly raised her upper body and crawled toward me.
She flashed a sultry smile and said,
“Master, I like your cock way more than unnie’s too...♡ It’s not even comparable—your cock is so much more important.”
“Heh heh, you too, Hye-yeon? Looks like both sisters are hooked on my dick and cum. Heh heh heh. More precious than your own sister?”
“Yes...♡ Your cock is more precious...♡ ...Ah, unnie, move over a bit. I wanna suck Master’s cock too. Ugh, seriously. Move over, I said.”
“No way, get lost. Kim Hye-yeon. I’m your big sister, so I get first dibs. Wait your turn like a good girl. Even cold water has an order to it, you know.”
Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon bickered and sniped at each other over my cock.
I stepped in to break it up and told them to share fairly.
“Hey now, no fighting. Split it—left side, right side. Hmm, probably easier if I sit on the living room couch.”
Seo-yeon slipped away from the sisters’ squabble and sat next to me on the couch, claiming my lips.
With the lowest addiction level of the three, she loved my cock and cum, sure, but she was also super into kissing and hugging me.
So whenever Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon fought over my dick and load, she’d bow out and come begging for my kisses and affection.
“Master, kiss me. Chu, chuu.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come here. I’ll hold you up.”
I leaned back a bit on the couch, and Seo-yeon climbed on top, giving me an intense kiss.
My upper body was hers, while my lower half got claimed by Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon kneeling under the couch.
We spent this blissfully happy time like that until the AC had run long enough that someone wanted fresh air, heading out to the balcony.
Opening the window door between the living room and balcony, the outside air hit hot and heavy.
I quickly shut the door so the heat wouldn’t creep in.
Listening to the AC outdoor unit whirring away on the balcony, I pulled my fully assembled sniper rifle from subspace and scanned around for any zombie heads worth popping.
“Hm?”
Peering through the scope, I spotted a group of survivors off in the distance.
A pretty big bunch—30 people? Mixed with elders and kids, a decent-sized group.
Looked almost like an extended family, rare these days...
About 2km away, running and scrambling west from the east...
“They’re all dead like that... Moving in broad daylight like idiots...”
A few sturdy adult men were holding off the pursuing zombies, swatting or hacking them while herding the group toward safety.
“...Tch tch, running so haphazardly... Or did some troll screw up their plan?”
I sensed their doom.
Sure enough, they pulled too much aggro, and the tough guys blocking the zombies started getting bitten one by one—turning or getting eaten.
And even with the men buying time, the elders and kids out front weren’t safe.
Remember, this world had runners at 10% and elites at 1%.
“...There we go, elites spotted. Three flying zombies... Those winged bastards always flock together weirdly.”
Three flying zombies latched on. Their survival odds just tanked.
And on closer look, four ranged zombies spitting green phlegm too.
“700 zombies chasing 30 people, including about 70 runners and 7 elites... Ratios check out. That group’s toast.”
As predicted, the 30 didn’t last five full minutes before they were all eaten or turned.
Lately, these survivor groups had been popping up around here more often.
Power and water cut two weeks ago, so they hunkered down until they couldn’t anymore, then botched a move and got wiped.
I needed zombies cleared eventually, so as long as these groups didn’t invade my secured zone or bother me, I just watched and let them be.
They killed zombies for their own survival anyway—more the merrier.
Of course, if there’s a pretty young woman, I’d crash in and snag her... But no luck spotting any cute young ones.
I let them rack up zombie kills since it benefited me.
Becoming Daegu’s sole armed force could wait until I’d swept the zombies out—then I’d handle it.
I scoped around a bit more with the sniper, popped a few heads, then headed back inside.
The cool AC air welcomed me.
And so did the three pussy slaves, subtly spreading their pussies as they greeted me after my quick outdoor breather.