Chapter 136

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 136

Chapter Title: New Pussy Slaves and the Fifth Floor Trial

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Actually, the very first reason I'd come up with the plan to recruit nearby survivors—bribing them with melee weapons and food to turn them into allies—was to secure more women.

The existing Pussy Slaves had started avoiding intense sex with me, claiming their pregnancies made it too risky.

They said going at it as hard as before could lead to miscarriage, so I couldn't just pound away whenever the mood struck anymore...

'No pounding sex or rough doggy-style? That's a huge loss... The Tower's first floor needs fresh Pussy Slaves.'

They had a point, so our recent sessions had all been gentle, low-impact slow sex that wouldn't strain their bodies.

And when I used the pussy-customizing transformation cock feature, it felt like the length shortened a bit for the pregnant Pussy Slaves' sake. The girth had gotten even thicker, though...

Anyway, making contact with survivors to show off my superior supply capabilities was basically a setup to lure women from other groups.

'Of course, if they're ugly or total orc-level hags, guy or girl doesn't matter—I'm passing. They can go to some other dude.'

Eating an ugly bitch would make my Solomon Dick complain.

It'd suffer from the disease of it all.

If my Solomon Dick hurts, I hurt too.

'...Huh, but why's the Solomon Dick been so quiet lately? Weird...'

Thinking about it, the little guy had been dead silent recently.

This wasn't like him...? Had something changed...?

He used to chat with me and give wise advice—a precious friend. But at some point, he stopped talking altogether, and now it was like he didn't exist.

'...Did he go on a trip or something? ...Whatever, he'll show up when the time's right. ...Yeah, I wanna fuck some new young, pretty girls. Can't they just roll in on their own?'

Survivors were still dwindling by the day.

A month in, by the game's official lore, roughly 1% on average should be left alive.

Of course, averages being what they are, some areas probably had way more than 1% surviving, while others might've been completely wiped out with zero left.

'Daegu's Nam-gu district had about 140,000 people. At 1%, that's around 1,400 survivors...? But I've killed a bunch of zombies here, so maybe a bit more. ...Nah, big urban area's survival rate might dip under 1%.'

I figured killing over 5,000 zombies around this apartment complex had meaningfully boosted the local survival rate.

For one thing, there were quite a few survivor groups spotted lurking around our complex.

It definitely felt like more than 1% had made it—maybe 3-5%? Could be higher.

Even so, it was just around our complex, so the absolute numbers wouldn't amount to much.

'This place is a textbook case of bad luck in a dense population zone. Assuming four-person households, buildings 201 to 210 house about 5,000 people. At 1% survival, that's 50 alive—but in reality, only Seo-yeon survived until I saved her. Not counting Hye-jeong and me, obviously.'

Not everyone dies to zombies, after all.

Seo-yeon probably would've died of thirst or starvation if I hadn't rescued her.

Too scared of zombies to leave home, just slowly dying locked inside.

Surprisingly, that seemed to claim a fair number of victims.

"...Ah, Master. Another group of survivors over there."

"Hm? Where?"

"Two o'clock, about 1,100 meters out. Heading somewhere else, not our way."

Hye-yeon's words revealed a group of six survivors.

Oddly, it was a party heavy on women—four of them—but they didn't look worth saving.

'Old or ugly.'

The world sure doesn't bend to my whims.

Finding young, pretty girls feels as tough as plucking stars from the sky these days.

Even spotting a plain one is getting rare.

Why are there suddenly so many ugly bitches...? Was Korea's average always this bad?

Or is it because no one's washing up, looking all grimy, and skipping makeup?

After seeing made-up Hye-jeong, Hye-yeon, and Seo-yeon, these just don't cut it.

Or maybe women with my ideal pregnancy-optimized bodies just don't survive well in a zombie apocalypse?

'Yeah, that tracks. Big asses and huge tits... slim waists and wide, fertile hips... soft, squishy, jiggly skin with no muscle or calluses, pure white and flawless... a body built purely for sex. For fucking and breeding—not zombie survival.'

Still, I couldn't settle for some weird, ugly pussy bitch.

If I had zero Pussy Slaves, maybe—but with three already, uggos were a hard no.

If I craved rough sex, I could just hit Tower floors 3 or 4.

So naturally, no point chasing down uglies.

"Master, those folks are being chased by zombies. Not a huge aggro pull, just a few on their tail."

"Not interested."

"Figured as much. No young, pretty girls in the bunch."

"......"

"...Hee hee hee."

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Hye-yeon peeked at my reaction and giggled after her quip.

I ignored it, my mind drifting to a sudden bed problem instead.

"More importantly, don't we need to swap the bed again? You girls squirt so much and leak fluids everywhere. You've even pissed yourselves on it a few times."

"...Not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠our fault—Master's too lazy to lay down waterproof sheets."

"Hey, you've been bad lately too? Begging for cock and cum in a rush like that."

"Poo... If Master didn't edge us endlessly with handjobs and vibrators... We'd squirt and piss half as much."

Fair point.

The pussy-customizing transformation cock, vibrator cock, and aphrodisiac throbbing cock combo was killer.

Honestly, my confidence was sky-high right now.

I felt like I could make any woman in the world lose her mind.

Soon as I shoved my dick in any pussy, no woman could resist.

"Anyway, bed needs replacing, right?"

"Yeah, the mattress for sure—and the frame's creaking a bit... We got pretty intense. Less so lately, though..."

I nodded and decided to get a new bed.

This time, I'd front the cash for a custom order.

Last time, I'd asked if customs were possible but held off. Now with plenty of money, custom it was.

I headed to the real world, revisited the bed store from before, bought the same size, and returned to Tower floor 1.

Tossed the old mattress and decreed: squirting sessions? Waterproof sheets on the bed mandatory.

'Frame's still okay, so if it breaks from creaking, replace then. ...Hmm. Wanna hit another floor for a bit... Challenge floor 5?'

Suddenly craved a detour.

No clue why.

Just did.

If I had to pick a reason...

Staying on Tower floor 1 forever would get stale.

So, a quick side trip to another world for a breather, then back to leisurely fun?

'Time to challenge floor 5.'

"Yeah."

Fifth floor, so five example choices popped up.

The one that caught my eye was the manhwa called Murder Detective Boy: Gonan Days.

'Wait, isn't this one of the comics I saw in the Tower's third-floor world?'

The official Japanese title was Satsujin Tantei Shōnen Gonan Ich, but it auto-translated to Korean for my convenience?

I could read Japanese now anyway... ...Eh, Korean's easier.

It felt like a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mashup of various detective comics from the real world—pretty entertaining overall.

Fun read, aside from the mega-long serialization flaw where the kid protagonist who'd been drugged into elementary-school age stayed that way until he hit 20-year-old young adult status.

'How many volumes did this run to again...? Over 2,000?'