Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Let's Try to Get a New Pussy Slave
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Hye-jeong and I had shared beers or wine a few times before.
And it seemed like, in a drunken haze, I'd let a bit of my inner thoughts slip out.
'Hmm... Is she getting jealous? Or is she scared I'll ditch her once a new pussy slave shows up...?'
I'd figured it was the usual jealousy girls get.
But Hye-jeong's response was the complete opposite of what I'd expected.
"...Um, I have an idea. I have one younger sister. She's prettier than me...
She's younger than me too... What if you made my little sister your new pussy slave, Master...?"
"...What?! For real?! No shit... You should've said something sooner. Where does she live...?
Ah... Damn it. My bad. Shit, I didn't even know you had a sister. Hold on. Wait, wasn't it in that notebook...?
Goddamn it. Has she turned into a zombie by now...? That'd be such a waste... What a fucking shame... Ah... Ugh... Total fucking waste...
I totally spaced on her having a sister... With those genes, she'd have to be pretty hot at least... Should've grabbed her... Argh..."
Suddenly, it felt like my country had fallen, the Earth was doomed, and my life was over.
Groans of "Argh~ Oh man~" spilled out of me on their own.
"...Th-that's why I'm telling you. ...C-can we go save my little sister...?
I-I know there are tons of zombies outside..., ...sniff, ...b-but I really miss my sister and family...
I can never see my husband again..., I have no one to cling to anymore...
I miss my sister and parents... Please... I'll be your pussy slave forever..."
"Where does your sister live? Sounds like she lives with your parents?"
"Yes... She's a grad student... Commutes from home...
She's probably with our parents... Their house isn't far from here.
We all live in Nam-gu. About 10 minutes by car? 5 if you're quick?"
"Hmm, hold on a sec. Let me think."
The survival rates for Project Zombie World, as revealed by the game devs, were as follows.
1 Month: 1%
3 Months: 0.1%
1 Year: 0.01%
3 Years: 0.001% (Plateau begins. All the dead are already dead.)
5 Years: 0.001% (Starts increasing. Zombie apocalypse adaptation.)
10 Years: 0.003% (3x pop. from 5Y. Everyone popping out kids with nothing else to do.)
According to this data...,
It's day 6 now..., uh... Hmm...
Maybe over 10% are still alive...? Fuck...? Whatever.
'With my kingly gut feeling, about 30% chance she's alive?'
After tapping my brain calculator, I pegged the odds of Hye-jeong's smoking-hot sister still being alive at roughly 30%.
Could be under 5%, especially since most die early on.
But was it worth me plowing through that zombie field for those odds?
Risk vs. reward check out?
"Your sister's prettier than you? By how much?"
"......, ......, Sh-she's like 100 times prettier than me."
"Hey, cut the bullshit. 100 times prettier than you? She'd be a global top celeb. Be real. She's uglier than you, right?"
If she was ugly, no rescue mission.
But Hye-jeong, picking up on my vibe,
insisted hard that her sister was way prettier than her.
"...N-no, really, I mean it. She's way prettier than me. I swear to God.
She's young too... 25 years old. Much prettier than me..., super popular... She's really pretty. Sob... Please save her..."
"Exactly how much prettier? Be serious.
I'll decide whether to go based on that.
Over 10 times? Nah, that's cap."
"......, ......, ...Um, ugh... Definitely 4 times prettier."
"4 times? You sure?"
"Yes..."
"That didn't sound confident..."
"Yes! Definitely 4 times prettier than me!"
"Hmm... 4 times, huh..."
4 times prettier than Hye-jeong...?
Hye-jeong's the type who makes you bust 4 nuts straight—4 nuts, 4 sets, totaling 16 loads...
Times 4 more...?
'...64 nuts? There's been a deranged super-tight pussy bitch out there who could make me bust 64...?'
If such a psychotic super-tight pussy bitch existed...,
obviously gotta go rescue her.
Brain says no, but dick says yes.
And I've always listened to my dick over my brain.
'...Hmm.'
But honestly, sounded like straight cap.
Reeked of bullshit.
Even so...
'Even if it's cap and her "4 times" is half true... 2 times would still be insane.'
2 times prettier than Hye-jeong? Fucking jackpot.
'Plus she's 5 years younger like she said...,
those looks genes ain't going nowhere...
No way she's a total bust... Hmm... So then...
In that case... My wise Solomon dick, give me the answer.'
- Charge!!! New pussy slave charge!!! Hye-jeong sisters double rice bowl! Fill those pussies till they overflow and knock 'em both up!!! If mom's hot and young, fuck her tooooo!!! Mother-daughter rice bowl! Sisters rice bowl! Sex!! SEXXXX!!! -
My Solomon dick answered.
My Solomon dick was smart as hell.
I'd only been thinking sister, but this guy reminded me mom could mean mother-daughter double too if she's alive.
Truly... my Solomon dick... reliable...
My true master.
'Let's go. I trust my true master, the Solomon dick.'
This was the angle. Had to do it.
Decision made.
New pussy slave rescue op.
"Alright. Going to save your sister, Hye-jeong. And your parents too while I'm at it.
Your mom... hope she's safe especially. Yeah..."
"...Sob, sniff... Th-thank you, Master... Sniff... Thank you..."
Hye-jeong didn't catch the real reason I hoped her mom was safe.
She was just thrilled I'd go, tears streaming as she hugged me tight.
'Hmm, but...'
But fuck.
How the hell do I even go?
Thought it over for a bit.
Zombies...
Scary as shit...
First problem: the zombie loitering right outside our front door.
I checked the intercom screen in the living room.
There'd been one shambling around outside since yesterday.
Because of that fucker, we'd been forced to fuck quietly, holding our breath since yesterday.
No more hearing Hye-jeong's slutty moans echoing from the master bedroom.
No kitchen fucks, bathroom bangs, living room romps, or even hallway standing doggy right by the door.
That zombie prick had my stress levels skyrocketing, irritation building.
"...That fucker's one of the delivery drivers who dropped off water and cans a few days ago...,
why the hell's he a zombie haunting our doorstep...?"
"...Ah, that... I know, Master.
...Wh-when you were drinking with me and passed out deep after sex...,
he came to our door, banging for me to open up... I saw him get bit by zombies..."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. He was out front, then zombies heard the noise and came up the stairs, so he bolted upstairs...
I was scared, drunk and weak..., just played dead...
That delivery guy was pounding the door at first, yelling about water and cans here...,
begging to live together... Guess the noise drew the zombies.
And since he's zombified... I hoped he'd escape even if I couldn't save him...
But he got caught, bitten, and turned... Poor guy..."
"Oh... Really...? I don't feel bad for him at all?
Anyway, good call not opening. Never do. We'd all be fucked if you let trash like that in."
What an idiot delivery driver.
If he wanted supplies, hit a warehouse or something...
Remembered hauling water and cans here in a pinch and came to my place...?
What a moron...? I wouldn't even think that...
"Ah, fuck... Can't even open the front door casually because of that prick...,
why's he still hanging around our door even as a zombie...?"
"...R-right? ...He definitely fled upstairs.
...Maybe holding onto his last memory before death...?"
"Hmm, anyway, gotta hurry for your sister..."
"Haa... ...B-because of that zombified delivery prick...,
what if my sister and parents die...? Sniff... Sob..."
I held Hye-jeong a moment to calm her, then racked my brain.
Could I survive heading out into the zombie field like this...?
For starters, I grabbed a baseball bat, a sturdy cleaver, and a crowbar from around the house and geared up.
Threw on thick cardboard armor to avoid bites, layered up heavy clothes too.