Chapter 133
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Dusk Shooting Practice
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Tower 1st Floor. Project Zombie World.
August 5th. Around 7 PM.
Since the sun was about to set, I stepped out again for some fresh air.
With all the windows and doors shut tight, we'd only been fucking inside, so the place reeked of pussy juices and cum. I thought about airing it out...
But I dropped the idea after fierce opposition from my three pussy slaves.
They complained it was too hot. They said we'd leave the windows open all day once summer ended and fall arrived, so we could ventilate then...
The pussy slaves followed me out to the balcony, probably feeling guilty for opposing me. They were trying to make it up with some coquettish charm.
"...Hey, even if it's August and sweltering, shouldn't we do some shooting practice? We just vegged out all day today, blasting the AC."
I put on a stern face, trying to sound the alarm on their laziness...
"...It's hot."
"Master, please cut us some slack today... it's so hot..."
"After cooling off with the AC breeze for a while, I think I can handle it now... Master, I'm a little okay."
Hye-jeong, Hye-yeon, and Seo-yeon each chimed in, clearly suffering from the heat.
That said, look at Hye-jeong muttering "...It's hot." like she's talking to herself—in informal speech, no less.
She's hooked on my cock and cum, but her personality's just like that.
She puts on all sorts of seductive acts when she's horny or needs it, but when she's not, her true colors show.
What is she, a cat or something...? Though her behavior does kinda resemble one. Acting all high and mighty because of her cute looks.
If Hye-jeong weren't so pretty and cute, she'd have gotten a serious scolding from me ages ago.
"Hmm, fine. I got a good idea. Let's do shooting for 30 minutes right after sunrise and just before sunset—the least hot times."
As their Master and the future leader organizing an army, I proposed a compromise.
Damn good negotiation skills, right?
"Master, can't we just shoot at night with the night-vision scope? When it's coolest?"
"The night-vision one's only 4x magnification. That's all we have. You think you can switch from 8x to 4x?"
"...I'd rather use that and shoot in the middle of the night when it's coolest."
But the pussy slaves knew about the night-vision scope.
Of course they did—I'd shown them by shooting at night sometimes.
The pussy slaves declared no shooting while the summer sun was up, and I just said fine, let's do it at night.
"Alright. Shooting at night then. If it's too hot, head inside."
"...Master, are you mad?"
"Mad about what? We're doing it at night anyway, but now you make me wanna be."
Hye-jeong grinned broadly and clung to my side.
She'd just come from the AC-blasted room, so no sweat—sticking to her felt nice, not sticky.
Hye-yeon was about to open the window and door to go in, but when she saw me pull the sniper rifle from my Subspace Storage, she shut them and stayed out.
The others just watched from beside me.
"What? Why? Go inside if it's hot and rest."
"...Wanna watch."
"Me too. I'll watch Master shoot a bit then go in."
"...I, ...um, if Master gets bored alone, I'll suck your cock..."
Hye-yeon, Hye-jeong, and Seo-yeon answered in turn.
After hearing Seo-yeon's reply, Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon told me to use their pussies anytime I got bored while shooting.
"Master, scopes for us too."
"Why not just shoot together?"
"Nooo..., I don't wanna shoot. Wanna just watch Master..."
Hye-jeong acted cute. Something she never used to do willingly...
I chuckled and pulled 8x scope parts from my Subspace Storage for the pussy slaves.
A pretty girl's cuteness is invincible, and her coquetry is divine.
'...Getting annoying pulling them out of Subspace Storage every time. Maybe just hand over scopes permanently? No more storing and retrieving. ...Could do the same with rifles.'
I decided to just give the pussy slaves the scope parts and sniper rifles without retrieving them to Subspace Storage every time.
Sure, they might get damaged from poor care..., but we had tons extra anyway. Worst case, I could hop to Tower 2nd Floor Battlegrounds 2 and scavenge more.
"Here, I'm giving you scopes for good now. Manage them well. Tell me if they break—I'll swap for new ones."
I'd just handed out the 8x scope parts to the pussy slaves and was scanning the surroundings with my silencer-fitted, 8x-equipped sniper rifle when...
Seo-yeon, who had received an 8x scope and was peering around like me, suddenly exclaimed, "Eh?!" like she'd spotted something.
Then she urgently told me.
"Master! Two o'clock, 900 meters!"
The moment I heard Seo-yeon, I looked that way.
Some fat guy was sprinting madly toward our apartment building.
While pulling aggro from a horde of zombies.
'That T-shirt... "Girls Can Do Anything?" Wait... no way...?'
Looking closer at what I thought was a man, the short hair and masculine face made sense with the piggish body, but... there seemed to be a slight bust and hips...
'Fuck, but no matter how I look, it's a dude. Androgynous maybe? Easy to mistake.'
The heavy body thudded along, screaming bloody murder as it barreled toward our apartment.
Seemed like desperate pleas for help.
"Master, what do we do? Looks like begging to be saved. Seems to know we live here."
"The survivors around aren't all idiots—they've probably figured it out by now. Even with silencers, anyone listening would've heard. The people in this apartment blast guns like crazy."
"...But weirdly, no one's come near us much."
'Obviously. When you sluts were asleep or passed out from sex, I'd fire warning shots at any stragglers heading our way. They were all bearded cock-sucking dudes anyway—not welcome.'
Probably those four male survivors I'd encountered before spread the word too.
I'd seen them from afar, pointing at my apartment complex and yapping to other survivors.
Reading lips, it was something like, "Some gun-crazy psycho lives there. Stay away. He openly rapes women. Hostile. Tried to shoot at us too."
Whether survivors shared intel despite not grouping up, or my warning shots spread rumors..., fewer crazies deliberately approached my building over time.
"Master, getting closer. 700 meters now."
I gave the "Girls Can Do Anything" T-shirt chick a total score.
Base 100 for being female.
-100 for being ugly and zero turn-on.
-1000 for the pimples and pig body—made me wanna puke just looking.
-1,000,000 for seeming to have weird ideology.
'Total: negative 1,001,100. Not worth saving. Bullets are precious—even if we have a rotting surplus.'
Anyone scoring under 100... thing...? Whatever. No value in rescue.
"Master, 600 meters now."
-"Save me! Save me!! I know you're there!!! Please save me!!! Hek, hek, save me!!!"-
A pig-slaughter squeal started faintly reaching us from about 600 meters away.
"Fuck, that crazy pig bitch is pulling insane aggro..."
The scoring system has one ironclad rule.
If negative score and causing me harm, it's extermination target.
This survivor definitely knew we were in this building.
-"Save meee!!! Please save meee!!! Hek, hek, shoot the zombies!!! Fuck!!! I'm gonna die!!! Fuck, what are you doinggg!!!"-
"Fuck, why's that fucker coming our way? Pulling a shitton of aggro. And whose life did it entrust to us?"
"What do we do, Master?"
"What do we do? Master? Guess we have to save it?"
"...But there are too many zombies..., Master. Looks like over a thousand. Even for you, that many swarming at once..."
"What kinda retarded shit are you spouting? Why the fuck would I save it? Listen up, pussy slaves. Watch carefully how you handle a crazy pig bitch like that."
Already down to 400 meters.
I pulled the trigger.
-INSTANT KILL
M24 Sniper Rifle (Silenced) | 7.62mm Round
The 7.62mm round from the silencer-equipped M24 sniper rifle rocketed toward the head of the screaming, thundering, aggro-magnet at high speed.
-"Squeal!"-
Mid-scream, the headshot hit home. The bitch, who'd been thudding along pulling every zombie in earshot, let out a pig-slaughter wail and dropped.
-Clack--
I racked the bolt to eject the spent casing and re-aim, ready for a follow-up if I missed—but the first shot connected perfectly. No need for more.