Chapter 134
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 134
Chapter Title: Defending Our Territory
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Zombies stopped approaching our house once the one running while drawing all that aggro took a headshot and dropped dead.
They just devoured the corpse of that crazy pig bitch with a hole punched through her skull.
Under normal circumstances, a fresh corpse like hers—dead only moments and already bitten—should've reanimated as a zombie.
But I'd nailed her with a headshot, and with so many zombies swarming in, they tore into her, each taking bites until she was picked clean down to the bones.
'Damn, when that many biters swarm like that, it's terrifying.'
I wrapped up my brief inner monologue, refocused the pussy slaves, and spoke firmly.
"Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, Hye-yeon. Get your heads straight. If something like this happens again—whether I'm not around, or I can't handle it, and you're the ones holding the sniper rifle—deal with it exactly like I just did. Got it?"
"""Yes..."""
I'd spoken like I was pissed, and the pussy slaves hunched their shoulders, replying as if they were being scolded.
Well... it was a scolding.
"Unless it's you being chased, or us, never even think about saving outsiders. Didn't you see over a thousand zombies? You wanna die in place of crazy pig bitches like her? You wanna?"
"""No..."""
"And think about the babies in your bellies. You won't let them die too, right? If you get bitten, those babies turn into zombies without ever being born. That's right, isn't it? Don't even entertain thoughts about being heartless or whatever. Just focus on your own survival. Got it?"
"""Yes, Master..."""
I gave them a proper scolding and lecture for their mental training.
I laid into them pretty harshly, and it showed—even the soft-hearted Seo-yeon teared up, right along with Hye-yeon.
Hye-jeong looked dejected... but maybe because she's the only one in her thirties, her mentality was rock-solid. Or was it just her personality?
'Hmm, gotta drill this mental training properly. Have 'em fire warning shots at people today too.'
The pussy slaves had grown too sheltered, like delicate greenhouse flowers coddled in my arms.
If they'd survived on their own, when that crazy pig bitch came screaming like before, they'd have yelled, "Master! Shoot that pig bitch dead quick!"
And they'd think that was the right call for survival.
What's the point of saving some idiot who drags a massive zombie horde here for zero gain?
Besides, saving someone once is tough—but twice or thrice? Piece of cake.
Accept 'em the first time, and you'll end up doing it again. Worse, word spreads, and every random survivor in danger will come bolting straight for our apartment.
"Burn this into your minds. Show that attitude again, and you'll get punished for real."
"""Yes..."""
"No cock. No cum."
""""...!!"""
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The next day.
I figured our firm response would keep any more survivors from heading our way.
But I was wrong.
Another moron showed up, bolting toward our apartment while dragging a shitload of zombie aggro.
Today, some other bastard came sprinting our way with zombies on his tail.
"What the hell is with today? Why do they keep running straight for our apartment?"
Irritation boiled up inside me.
I'd worked my ass off to keep this apartment complex clean.
My hard-earned territory, purged of zombies, was getting filthy again.
The guy fleeing while pulling all that aggro was a tall, handsome dude—even by my standards.
He wasn't screaming his lungs out like yesterday's crazy pig bitch, but he was still hauling ass our way with a horde in tow—just the same.
The pussy slaves spotted the man running toward us and chimed in.
"Huh? Some guy's heading our way."
"Whoa, he's hot."
"And tall."
Seo-yeon, Hye-yeon, Hye-jeong—in that order.
They'd noticed a step behind me.
His pants were bulging and swinging hard down there—looked pretty big.
Of course, nowhere near what I've got after scoring that divine cock.
The pussy slaves turned to me and asked,
"Master, should we shoot him?"
Had they killed so many human-like zombies already? Or was it yesterday's training kicking in?
Either way, the pussy slaves showed no hesitation about gunning down a person.
I'd half-expected one of them to whine about not being able to shoot a human, but Hye-jeong, Hye-yeon, and Seo-yeon were ice-cold.
These girls... they've got some real grit.
I nodded right away.
"Yeah. Shoot him. Drop him dead."
Right now, each pussy slave was gripping an M24 sniper rifle—equipped with a silencer and 8x scope—for shooting practice.
On my command, they opened fire at will.
Target: the desperate dick-swinging fucker sprinting our way to save his skin.
At first, he was hauling ass so fast it seemed like they'd miss, but then Seo-yeon nailed his left shoulder.
Hye-jeong followed up with his right arm, and Hye-yeon tagged his left arm.
Since they'd only started training recently, they narrowly missed vitals like the head, neck, or heart.
"Whoa, that fucker's tough."
A normal person would've gone down from the shock alone, but this guy pushed on with sheer willpower, feet still pumping.
As Seo-yeon and Hye-jeong smacked their lips in regret while cycling bolts and ejecting casings, Hye-yeon cleared hers faster and fired—but missed again, just barely.
Hye-yeon's got a fierce competitive streak in moments like this.
Maybe he realized we were trying to kill him, because the man zigzagged desperately despite his wounds, still fleeing for his life.
He'd been heading straight for us, but now veered off 90 degrees in another direction. Guess he didn't fancy dying to gunfire.
"Master? What now? Keep shooting?"
"Yeah. Just kill him. If he lives, he'll hold a grudge and come gunning for revenge."
"Got it."
'But damn, this guy's got stamina. One shot each to the left arm, right arm, left shoulder—normal people convulse and drop from the pain... What insane will to live and mental fortitude. Ah, so that's how he's survived this long?'
"The one who finishes him off gets cum as a reward."
With my semen on the line, the pussy slaves' eyes lit up as they kept firing.
His zigzagging made it tough, but Hye-yeon finally clipped his left ankle, ending his escape.
Mobility gone once the foot's hit.
The runner ate dirt face-first as the bullet lodged in his ankle.
Then Seo-yeon landed a headshot, Hye-jeong nailed the neck, and he went fully limp.
"Master, I got the kill before Hye-jeong unnie."
"No way. I hit the neck first. Seo-yeon, you gonna lie?"
"...No, I was first for sure... "
'Hye-jeong's straight-up lying...'
I saw the whole thing.
Seo-yeon hit the head first.
Even Hye-yeon—who usually took her big sis's side—stayed quiet, probably couldn't side with her in good conscience.
"Saw Seo-yeon hit first. Seo-yeon wins."
"...Yes!"
"...Tch."
'She knew but let me poke anyway. Man, our Hye-jeong...'
If Hye-jeong truly believed she'd gotten the kill first, she wouldn't back down like this—not her style.
She'd throw a massive fit.
Deep down, she knows Seo-yeon was first, so she grumbled and let it go. That's my take.
"Seo-yeon, upper mouth or lower?"
I grinned lewdly as I asked, and she shot back a naughty look of her own.
"Can't I have both?"
"Course you can."
"Hey, no fair! ...Seo-yeon, don't get greedy. One time only."
"Hye-jeong, it's the giver's call on prizes. You're out—c'mere. Time for punishment."
I yanked Hye-jeong into a hug, shoved fingers into her pussy, and stirred vigorously, rubbing her sweet spots until she melted with "Ahng...♡ Hang...♡" moans, turning perfectly obedient without a peep of complaint.
Watching from the side, Seo-yeon knelt obediently before my cock and got to licking and sucking.
"...Master, me too...♡"
Hye-yeon sidled up, unwilling to be left out, guiding my free hand to her dripping crotch.
Love juices already flowing, her pink pussy throbbing with excitement.
We dove into a full-on pussy slave orgy, round after round.
I'd promised the reward to Seo-yeon, but when has that ever been a one-and-done?
Once I'm riled up, I just pound 'em all—that's my style.
I love hosing down every pussy slave with cum, so this time too—after the sex frenzy—I fed my thick white load generously into every upper and lower mouth.