Chapter 135
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: Our Territory
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After several rounds of hot, sloppy sex, I spoke to the pussy slaves like I was laying down the law.
"From now on, kill anyone who draws aggro without question. No need to check with me first. Even if they're potential first-aid candidates."
"““Yes…♡””"
But just in case, I saved the most important instruction for last.
"Except for pretty young girls. Save them no matter what, even if it takes everything you've got."
"““……””"
The moment I said to save pretty young girls, all three pussy slaves shot me dirty looks.
'These girls wouldn't... ignore me and just kill a pretty girl trying to escape, would they? That can't happen...'
Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon might pull something like that, but... Seo-yeon seems like the type who'd report it to me first...
Good thing we have Seo-yeon.
'Still, better safe than sorry. For the time being, no free access to guns. I'll handle all imports and exports through my subspace storage.'
I worried the next day that more lunatics might come sniffing around our apartment complex, but nothing happened.
Just the occasional glimpse of distant survivor groups, or traces hinting at nearby ones.
'They won't come near our apartment complex. ...Too many zombies? Or word about me got around? Or both?'
By now, any survivors who'd made it this far had probably learned the hard way—instinctively or otherwise—that stepping into a population-dense spot like an apartment complex meant getting swarmed by zombie hordes.
Anyone with half a brain should've bolted from a massive city like Daegu straight to some rural farmland or fishing village.
Cities were never human-friendly in a zombie apocalypse anyway. They're massive consumers of food and resources from surrounding areas, not producers.
'And with power, water, and gas all cut off? Total shitshow.'
Plus, the zombie count was off the charts in high-density spots from the start.
Not great for long-term food security, and way too dangerous to boot?
Smart move was to haul ass early, claim a spot in the countryside or seaside, and adapt.
'Unless you've got infinite supplies like me.'
Even if you raided a food warehouse or logistics depot somewhere in the city and stocked up big, it wouldn't last forever.
Constant consumption means it runs out eventually.
And famous spots come with big risks—plenty of raiders and survivors would want a piece of those stockpiles.
If you couldn't defend it or lacked the confidence, grab what you can and head to a zombie-light area with easy food access.
That was the key to surviving even one more day.
The next day.
Tower 1st floor. Project Zombie World.
August 7th. Around 7 p.m.
I handed sniper rifles to the pussy slaves and ordered free-fire training.
Targets were the zombies that had piled up around our apartments thanks to those aggro-drawing assholes.
Bonus: recon the surroundings.
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"Manage your sniper rifles yourselves from now on. I'm tired of pulling them in and out of my subspace every time. If one breaks, just tell me. I'll swap it for a new one."
They'd gone silent when I ordered them to save pretty girls, so I thought about holding off on guns..., but laziness won out.
Pulling them out, putting them back..., out again, recover..., annoying.
After reiterating the command to save young, pretty girls whenever possible, I switched them to free-gun management.
"““Yes, Master.””"
With complete trust that they wouldn't shoot me, I handed over the sniper rifles and loaded them up with plenty of 7.62mm rounds.
I even left boxes of ammo stacked on the balcony like it was no big deal.
'The pussy slaves have had plenty of chances to shoot me. While I was cleaning zombie corpses below, they were sniping from the balcony. I can trust them completely now.'
They were hooked on my dick and cum, the benefits I provided were insane..., and with our unique relationship, they'd adapted—no complaints in sight.
'Even without the addiction, in a zombie apocalypse, no other guy can crank the AC full blast and deliver piping-hot chicken, pizza, burgers, pork hocks, tteokbokki, whatever you crave, fresh off the delivery.'
No grudges against me anymore.
In fact, their recent gripes were aimed outward.
Specifically, at the attitudes of outside survivors.
"...Master. ...Not sure if I'm imagining it, but those other survivor groups lately? The ones near our apartment complex. ...Feels like they're deliberately shoving zombies our way. Like those people fleeing toward us before—something's off..."
I nodded at Seo-yeon's words. I'd felt it too, lately.
"Hmm... Using us as a dumping ground? Good to know I'm not alone."
"Yeah. That's the vibe. You sisters too?"
"Yeah. Spot on. Felt suspicious to me."
"Same here. Like they're offloading zombies onto us. Testing how we react, maybe."
Hye-yeon and Hye-jeong chimed in with agreement. Great minds think alike, huh?
"Hmm..."
Zombies generally reacted to sight and sound, so sticking a noisy alarm clock in our complex would pull aggro easy.
But it felt like outside survivors were exploiting that to dump zombies on us.
And that's why I couldn't expand my territory.
The current hold—apartments 201 to 210 in Block 2—kept getting zombie incursions.
Busy processing the constant invaders meant I was stuck maintaining the status quo, not expanding.
'Block 1, apartments 101 to 110... gotta clear that someday. Go all-in like before, nonstop shooting for over six hours straight?'
"Sisters, think it's because we snipe all the zombies?"
"Dunno, kinda feels like it. Not a good feeling either way."
I overheard Hye-yeon and Hye-jeong murmuring.
They had a point. Made total sense.
"Ugh, so annoying. This is our apartment complex we're busting our asses to maintain. We snipe zombies, Master hauls the corpses downstairs—it's our clean zone we worked so hard for."
Seo-yeon vented her anger. Rare for her.
The pussy slaves saw this apartment complex as "our territory."
Not weird at all.
In an apocalypse like this, divvying up land as "mine" or "ours" was human nature.
Resources were finite.
Safe land and good spots? Limited too.
Lots of people want them..., so "our territory" becomes a thing.
Handing guns to the pussy slaves and letting them shoot turned out great in this regard.
Even without the 10% points, I'd probably have armed them eventually.
Giving them guns to clear zombies themselves sparked pride, then a sense of "our land."
Didn't feel bad. Actually felt good.
Each little thing like this made them rely on me more, built belonging, tightened our bonds.
Automatic hostility toward other groups' men was just icing.
Seeing their attitude, I scrapped my original plan.
I'd meant to flex my superior supply game on nearby survivors, trade cold weapons and food for minions to auto-hunt zombies around us.
Accept them as allies, give 10% points on their zombie kills.
'If the system alert shows no 10% on kills, just kill 'em—they're betraying or hostile.'
Figured machetes or pickaxes would work fine for auto-zombie hunting.
'Guns? Hell no.'
Of course, snag any hot girls as a bonus.
'Plan scrapped. Nearby survivors have shit attitudes. Even with cold weapons and food, they wouldn't appreciate it. Not worth the effort.'
Later, just raid groups with young, pretty girls and steal the pussy.