Chapter 182
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 182
Chapter Title: Start of the Assault on the Survivors' Hideout
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Seo-yeon nodded as if she understood, then vigorously worked her tongue to make my cock feel even better.
"...Ah, Hye-jeong did great with the briefing. Hye-yeon worked hard making the PPT too. ...And Seo-yeon sucked my cock quietly while I listened without making a sound. Everything was satisfactory. ...Mm, I'm about to cum soon. Seo-yeon, make sure you swallow every drop without spilling any?"
"Slurp, slurrrp. ...Yes, yesss. Sluuuurp."
- Spurt, spuuurt, spuuuurt, spuuuurt -
"Gulp. Gulp.... Hoo, gulp. Quuuulp.... Gulp. Slurp. Lick. Sluuuurp."
Seo-yeon deliciously swallowed all my semen, then sucked out every last bit and meticulously cleaned my cock afterward.
Trained just as she should be, her eyes stayed fixed on my face the whole time. When I stroked her head, she smiled cutely like a sly little fox.
Her fellatio, full of sincerity and passion, left me feeling refreshed and in high spirits.
"Mm. That was good. Thanks to Seo-yeon's blowjob, I'm all energized. Alright, shall we kick off the main operation? I'm heading out..., ...Nah. Before I go, how about we grab something to eat? What do you all want? Not my cum—actual food."
"Master's semen is the tastiest, but if we're talking meals, ...um, I'd love some braised pork trotters, bibim noodles, and flying fish roe rice. For fruit, pomegranate, figs, and cherries too."
"I want tteokbokki loaded with cheese! ...Ah, sweet and sour pork and jjajangmyeon sound good too. Oh, and mala tang and tanghulu. Hehe. Must be the pregnancy—I'm craving so much. Mm, and for dessert, Master's semen...♡"
"In that case, Hye-jeong gets braised pork trotters, bibim noodles, flying fish roe rice, pomegranate, figs, and cherries. Hye-yeon wants cheese-loaded tteokbokki, sweet and sour pork, and jjajangmyeon.... That sounds like a sweet and sour pork set, right? Add mala tang and tanghulu.... And you, Seo-yeon?"
"Hmm..., I just ate a ton of Master's semen, so I'm full..., but if I had to pick, cold noodles? Watermelon for fruit?"
"Ah, add cold noodles for me too. Double portion. Unnie, want some cold noodles?"
"Hm, not really? But... yeah, I might eat it if it's there. Me too, Master."
"Seo-yeon gets cold noodles and watermelon. ...Ah, two more cold noodles? Hye-yeon wants double? ...Okay. Got it."
I slipped out to the real world for a moment, ordered delivery food and fruit, waited for it to arrive, received it, stored it in my Subspace Storage, and returned to the Tower's first floor.
The pussy slaves didn't notice a thing—thanks to the time difference, less than 0.01 seconds passed here, so they probably thought it appeared right after I ordered.
"Let's eat first."
"““Yes~”””
As the pussy slaves set the table, I pulled the delivery food from my Subspace Storage.
Since I'd stored it fresh from delivery, everything was piping hot or perfectly chilled.
"...Ah, we still have that chicken and pizza leftover from last time piled up in there. Anyone want some pizza or chicken?"
I always stored leftovers in the Subspace Storage since they never went stale or cold.
"Me! Just one slice of pizza, please. The double bulgogi shrimp one from last time, right?"
"Yeah."
"Master. Then can I have one of those seasoned chicken drumsticks from last time?"
"Okay."
"I'll take the burger set we didn't finish last time."
"Sure."
Lately, the Subspace Storage was filling up with half-eaten food from when we got too full, so I'd order delivery craving something specific, only to remember we had leftovers.
'Maybe later I should hit up one of those fancy buffets where it's over 150,000 won a head, load up my plate, sneak tons into the Subspace Storage while glancing around nervously, and pull them out whenever I feel like it?'
Filling the Subspace Storage at a high-end buffet sounded pretty good.
King crab, lobster, sushi, premium cuts of meat—they'd all go straight onto my plate..., pretend to eat while stashing it all away.... Hmm. I'd milk that place dry.
Hell, the manager or head might politely refund me and beg me not to come back for overeating.
Imagining wiping out a fancy buffet clean, I finished the meal deliciously with my pussy slaves.
Any scraps or likely leftovers went straight into the Subspace Storage for fresh eating later.
After eating, as always, it was dessert (semen) time—aka sex time—that the pussy slaves loved most.
We all enjoyed slow, sticky sex, savored the afterglow for a bit, rinsed off quickly, and prepared for the operation.
"Alright, we've eaten, fucked, done everything. I'm heading out. Keep radio comms up, and when I give the order, drop grenades or bombs from the drones on standby at the target zone. Got it?"
"““Yep.”””
Time to harvest the 'survivors' seeds I'd sown long ago.
If I'd killed off the male survivors earlier, I couldn't have taken their hard-hoarded supplies or women this easily.
Sorting the good stuff and stockpiling it all takes time, effort, and plenty of labor.
No need for the prime contractor to move when the subcontractors handle it.
Though they wouldn't agree to being called 'subcontractors.'
'Mm. Smells good. The scent of plunder.'
I could already smell the loot and spoils.
The real prize? Woman slaves, of course.
I rappelled down using tactical climbing rope, pulled out the Flying Skateboard I'd gotten from the Tower's fifth-floor Hard difficulty world from my Subspace Storage.
"Mm. Way more comfy to ride than I expected."
Unlike the wobbly image I had, this pinnacle of the fifth-floor world's sci-fi tech had an auto-stabilization system.
Easier to ride than thought.
I flew the Flying Skateboard to my pre-planned optimal sniping spot and set up.
Fifth-floor window of a building.
About 800 meters from the targets' hideout.
I'd come a day early and quietly cleared nearby zombies with a silencer-equipped pistol and SMG.
I had over ten backup sniping spots, so if this one didn't work, I'd zip to another.
-"Ah, Master. Can you hear me okay?"-
Hye-jeong's voice came from the college detective badge from the Hard difficulty world.
"Yeah, loud and clear. What's up?"
-"Armed enemies are dragging out women we suspect are sex slaves to the outdoors. Drone audio suggests they're planning a gang rape out there. Something about trying a new playstyle." -
"Nice. Lucky break. All the enemies crawling out of their hideout on their own two feet."
Luck was on my side.
My gut had screamed to launch today, three days ahead—or at least after eating.
Thanks to Instinct skill or whatever, conditions were perfect for striking.
All of them out of the hideout. Group-fucking the women under the open sky.
Not incomprehensible—I'd done outdoor pussy slave sessions myself sometimes.
I pulled my fully kitted M24 sniper rifle—silencer and all—from Subspace Storage, mounted it on the window frame for stability, assumed firing position, shouldered it, and peered through the 8x scope at the target area.
Sure enough, 15 men laughing as they dragged three women slightly away from the hideout.
"Confirmed. 15 hostile targets sighted. Three women confirmed."
-"They're clustered with the women, so grenades or bombs from drones might be tricky." -
"Roger. I'll start sniping. If any are far enough from the women—outside grenade blast radius—for safe engagement, kill immediately."
-"Got it." -
I took a few deep breaths, inhaled fully, then slowly exhaled a third.
Optimal firing state. Pre-checked wind was calm.
Clear weather and breeze perfect for headshot sniping.
I slotted a target's head dead-center in the scope's crosshairs.
The guy who'd shoved his hand in a pretty woman's pussy as she was leashed and dragged, then sniffed her clear juices while giggling.
'She's mine now. Hands off.'
Seeing him defile my future cocksleeve with his filthy hands pissed me off.
He was target number one.
To be safe—women far enough away—I squeezed the trigger.
- Thwip! Chk. -
The 7.62mm bullet rocketed toward the target's head.