Chapter 213
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 213
Chapter Title: Enemy Hideout Cleared
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I peeked into the room through the door crack using a military borescope camera.
The military borescope camera was one that the scientist Pussy Slave had made for me as an experiment back in the High Difficulty world on the Tower's 5th floor.
The remaining enemy man in the hideout paced around the room while positioning the women relatively close to the door, using them like meat shields.
The last enemy left in the hideout was an extremely obese fatso.
In a zombie apocalypse world, it shouldn't have been easy to avoid losing weight..., but maybe he had some hormonal imbalance or thyroid endocrine disorder.
Knowledge from my youngest sister suddenly popped into my head, but I forcefully shoved it out.
It was information I didn't particularly need right now.
Being a fatso, he lacked in speed and stamina, so it looked like he'd been left out of any counterattack plans or rescue requests.
Instead, he'd apparently decided to guard the hideout alone with the women.
'The man's got an M16 rifle and an S&W M60, the .38 caliber revolver used by Korean police from Smith & Wesson. The three women are threatened by him, clutching cold weapons like knives as they stand in front of the door playing meat shield. The firearms are in poor condition. They haven't been properly maintained.'
Thanks to my Level 27 Weapon Mastery skill, the enemy's weapons and their states jumped right into view.
'No shooting angle from my side because of the women. Gotta get those meat shield girls out of the way.'
I shut off the borescope peek at the enemy and waited for a moment when he wouldn't notice, then deliberately revealed a bit of myself through the door crack so the meat shield women could spot me.
As intended, I locked eyes with the women.
They widened their eyes in surprise, but I pressed my index finger to my lips in a "shh" gesture.
Their eyeballs darted up and down, then they blinked.
They must've figured nodding as a group could give them away.
They all had decent instincts.
Life as sex slaves must've taught them to live off wary glances, sharpening their perceptiveness—which was a good thing.
I ducked back into cover.
'Flashbang and breach? Hmm, maybe not necessary. Besides, if I toss one and he freaks, spraying bullets that hit the sex slaves and kill them, that'd be a problem.'
Maybe because the women had realized I was nearby and their vibe shifted.
The fatso barked at them again.
"You lot! Don't get any funny ideas! If Brother Young-min brings the allied forces, that bastard outside the building is toast. Got it? He's done for. Don't do anything stupid and get beat later—that's what I'm saying."
The fatso was spouting lines to the sex slaves that even he didn't believe.
Or maybe he was hypnotizing himself with them.
Not knowing I was there, as he yelled at the women, I poked out through the door crack again and slowly brought my muzzle to bear on his head.
The women had clocked my presence, so I motioned with my hand for them to move—they ditched the meat shield act and cleared a shooting lane.
Of course—who'd want to play meat shield?
When the guy, who'd been pacing anxiously, sensed something off and swung his gaze my way, I'd already secured a clean angle and squeezed the trigger.
I could feel the bullet streaking toward the forehead of the guy twisting into a shocked expression.
He clocked my presence and toppled backward, face frozen in horror.
A neat bullet hole right in his forehead—he was dead.
"Kekeke. Enemy hideout all clear. Hideout secured."
-"Really? Good work, Master."-
Done.
This hideout was fully cleared now.
Except for the women trembling in front of me.
Which meant... time to claim the spoils.
As I approached, the women eyed me with a mix of fear and hope.
Probably spooked since I'd just killed a guy right in front of them.
It didn't make sense—they'd cleared the angle for me moments ago, yet here they were freaking out over a death up close..., but people aren't always rational or logical creatures.
Of the three, the prettier one lowered her knife without much fear, but one shook as she aimed hers at me, while the last dropped hers in terror, begging for her life.
"...P-Please... spare me."
"No plans to kill you. I know you were captured by these assholes and forced into sex slave life. That's why I came to rescue you."
At my words, all three burst into heaving sobs, tears and snot streaming down their faces.
The idea that someone had come to save them must've hit hard.
"...Ahh, no way... Sniff, sob... W-We only heard from these fuckers that you were a real bad guy... Sniff... Thank you. Thank you so much. Sniff."
"...By any chance... S-Special forces? I overheard the men talking about it. Has the Korean government fallen...?"
"Thank you for saving us... Thank you for saving us... Sob, sniff... Thank you so much for saving us... Sniff..."
My getup screamed special forces to anyone looking..., I kept getting mistaken for it every time I ran into survivors outside.
The women snuffled and blubbered happily for a good while.
Crying that they'd escaped their hellish sex slave lives, that they'd survived.
'Sex slave life over. Pussy slave life begins now.'
Without spilling the truth to my new pussy slaves yet, I grilled them for their personal details and soaked up the info.
Then I slapped on my own ratings and mentally finalized their evaluation sheets.
1. Choi Mi-young. Average. 24. Pussy Power 100. Grad student. Multiple boyfriends before zombie outbreak.
2. Kim Hye-ji. Average. 21. Pussy Power 100. College student. Side-gig YouTuber. Multiple boyfriends before zombie outbreak.
3. Kim Ye-won. Pretty. 28. Pussy Power 300 (face + figure). Former elementary school teacher. Was married.
"Hmm, good. Thanks for sharing. I know you all much better now."
"...But why'd you ask how many boyfriends we'd had before the zombie outbreak...?"
"Huh? You answered fine, and now you're questioning it? Ah, sex slave life conditioned you to just answer first out of fear. Hmm, training effect? Not bad."
"...P-Pardon? ...What?"
"Ah, right. Speaking of which, I jumped the gun evaluating your pussy power without checking one key item. Hey, strip and line up. Gotta confirm no zombie bites."
"...N-No bites."
"Tch, that's for me to judge. Strip. Everything. Underwear too. I need to inspect inside your pussies corner to corner for the safety... 'evaluation'."
"...Sob, ugh sob..."
Under my heavy-handed pressure, one woman broke into a different kind of crying fit, while the other two went pale.
They were finally learning that ending sex slave life didn't automatically mean a return to pre-outbreak modern human rights.
Tsk tsk—even a thick-skulled guy like me knew that.
Under the excuse of checking for bites, I gave them the same thorough body inspection I'd done to Seo-yeon and Hye-yeon back in the day.
Focused hard on the sexy bits—tits, ass holes, clits, pussy holes, etc. They'd been sex slaves, after all; had to check carefully, right?
"Hmm, all three pussies feel a bit loosened up, but better than I thought. Didn't use the ass holes?"
"Pardon? ...A-Ass holes? Ah... I-I get it. Some of the younger guys wanted to try. But it was dirty, so no one really... Especially the older guys in the group—they said no treatment if anyone got sick, convinced the young ones to just stick to pussies..."
"Oh, I see. Figured they'd been passed around roughly. Cleaner than expected. No pregnancies either..."
Ever since acquiring impregnation and contraception authority from the Absolute Cock skill, I get this weird instinctual read on women.
Like whether this bitch is fertile right now or not?
In that sense, none of these three were knocked up.
"...Th-They always used condoms properly. ...Zombie apocalypse world—if a woman gets pregnant, it screws the whole group. Plus, pregnant women aren't useful as sex slaves... And above all, STDs. Not us, but the men. No place to get treated, so they all bought into it..."
"Ah, right. STDs. Yeah, catching one in a zombie apocalypse would suck—no treatment anywhere."
"Yes, exactly. The men were terrified of STDs, so they used condoms every time. Zombie world made them all paranoid about catching something."
"Really? Those bastards managed it cleanly then. Kekeke. ...Oh, by the way, I'll only raw-dog you hard. Creampie you nonstop till you're all bred—get ready to get pregnant right away. ...And your ass holes? I'll make you clean 'em spotless and pound 'em plenty to turn them into rear pussies. Train you bitches to crave cock up the ass, always horny, fisting front and back holes while masturbating like the sluts you are."
The faces of the sex slaves—who'd briefly mistaken me for their savior—grew even sallower and gloomier.