Chapter 216
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 216
Chapter Title: A Somewhat Happy Mealtime
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Moving to the new hideout was easier than expected.
I'd already cleared out most of the zombies in sight with my superior physical stats and Weapon Mastery Lv.1 skill, but the real reason it was so effortless and overwhelming was because I was fighting alongside the Pussy Slaves.
'This really drives home why humans band together and fight as a group.'
Compared to me going solo and blasting away with my gun on the move, having four of us firing in unison made mowing down zombies a breeze.
We all wielded M416 assault rifles fitted with 4x scopes, picking off zombies 200 to 300 meters ahead, then advancing once they all seemed dead.
Any stray zombies along the route to the new hideout got swept away instantly by our coordinated four-person barrage.
'But these zombie bastards... I shot every visible one on my way back earlier, and now more are shambling out from who knows where.'
And the zombie horde that had swarmed near the enemy hideout—drawn by the earlier battle with the drones and grenades (back when Tower Floor 1 time was ticking)—we handled easily too.
With the four of us unleashing a hail of bullets, we watched the zombies drop like flies.
We pressed on and safely reached the entrance of what had been the enemy's hideout.
"Whoa, we saw it through the drones, but seeing it in person... this building looks even better."
"Right? I didn't suggest moving here for no reason."
"Master, this building has a nuclear bunker on Basement Level 5, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I found it. Your juniors are probably waiting down there in the bunker right now. Let's head down together—check out the bunker while we're at it."
"""Yes, Master."""
I led Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, and Hye-yeon down to Basement Level 5 of the building.
To coax out the two Pussy Slaves hiding inside with the bunker door locked tight, I banged on the thick steel door with the rhythm I'd taught them earlier.
Sure enough, the door creaked open from within, and the two terrified Pussy Slaves peeked out, relaxing only when they saw it was me.
"I've brought your seniors too. Say hi to each other. These are Hye-jeong, Hye-yeon, and Seo-yeon. And you three are Mi-young, Hye-ji, and Ye-won, right?"
"...Y-yes. That's right. Um... n-nice to meet you..."
"Nice to meet you too. I'm Kim Hye-jeong, Master's 'first' woman. So you three are our juniors... Hehe. Looking forward to getting along?"
"""Y-yes..."""
Hye-jeong smiled warmly at the two new Pussy Slaves.
On the way here, I'd told her to drill some discipline into the newbies, and she'd assured me it was no issue at all. Sure enough, just her gaze alone had them under control.
Hye-yeon stood behind her sister like a stern senior, arms crossed and scowling intimidatingly.
She was deliberately furrowing her brow to set the tone as she eyed the new Pussy Slaves.
Seo-yeon just hovered by my side, gauging everyone's moods.
After introductions, we moved to the final stage: scavenging supplies from the new hideout, fully mapping the layout, and setting up defenses.
On the way here, I'd dismantled most of the booby traps around the hideout and reset them my way.
I even rigged new booby traps in the underground passage leading outside—one the escaped enemy might know about—known only to us.
I blocked our entrance with heavy debris too.
That way, it was easy for me to clear later if needed, but tough for anyone else.
"Master, I scouted the perimeter like you asked. Zombies shouldn't be a big worry. There's the moat for starters, and the entrance requires that narrow bridge. Like you said, easy to set up a killing zone. Unless it's humans smart enough to try flanking, enemy attacks won't be scary."
"But we have to account for Zombie Lords too. Those things use their heads—they'll flank. Throw zombies under the moat to pile up corpses and neutralize it, then come in. That's their style."
"...They think that strategically?"
"Yeah, they do. I told you—their intelligence is around elementary school low grades. Better than no moat, but don't rely on it too much."
"Got it."
We methodically turned the building into our solid new home and stronghold.
Of course, most of the work fell to me.
Couldn't be too careful with unknown traps hidden everywhere.
Still, we cleared them one by one quickly.
With help from the two new Pussy Slaves—who knew the enemies' sex slave routines inside out—we swiftly inventoried and claimed all their stockpiled food, weapons, and daily necessities.
They were familiar with most of the existing traps and booby traps too.
"Good. All spoils secured, enemy defenses neutralized and replaced with mine, underground passage trapped and entrance sealed. That's basically everything. Now just keep a tight watch on the perimeter."
"Yes, Master. The first group will rotate drone aerial recon."
"Good. Teach the second group drone basics bit by bit too. You all need rest. Three people on 24-hour three-shift was rough—six makes it way easier."
"Understood. Should we train the second group on guns too?"
I glanced at the pistol holstered on Hye-jeong's utility belt, then shook my head.
For reference, Hye-jeong was naked except for the basic utility belt from Battlegrounds 2.
Her pussy fully exposed, belt strapped on with a pistol holstered—it was insanely hot.
After the hideout raid, they'd taken to carrying guns more proactively.
Made sense; the new spot wasn't fully secure yet.
So I told the first-group Pussy Slaves to arm up with whatever guns they wanted. They went naked, belted, pistol-ready.
"No, I'll handle gun training at the right time. Leave it for now—they've got enough to learn."
"Yes, Master."
I didn't say it, but handing guns to girls we'd just met a day ago felt off.
Trust hadn't built up yet?
Sure, if the system tagged them as 'allies,' it'd be fine, but...
Trust doesn't form overnight anyway.
Once I felt solid about them after some time, I'd train and arm them.
"Hye-jeong, more importantly... come closer. Seeing you naked with just that belt is getting me hard again. Hmm, wanna pinch those nipples too."
"...Nnh... M-Master... Ah, b-but you did earlier... ♡ I-I'm fine with it, though... Hnngh... ♡"
I gently tweaked Hye-jeong's pink nipples while pressing my rock-hard, precum-dripping cock against her lower belly.
"You want it?"
"...Y-yes... ♡ Master... ♡"
"Beg for it, my cute Hye-jeong."
"...M-Master's... Nnh... ♡ ...filthy bitch Pussy Slave begs you... even pregnant, this cock-hungry pussy needs Master's dick... ♡ Pound your exclusive hole deep and fill it with baby seed... ♡"
"Heh, our Hye-jeong's gotten so slutty. The juniors should take notes."
"...D-don't say that... ♡"
I hugged the blushing Hye-jeong tight and fucked her several times.
Midway, Hye-yeon woke from her nap nearby and demanded her turn.
Seo-yeon toddled over too, spreading her pussy invitingly.
I pounded all three equally and pumped them full of cum.
But I deliberately ignored the second-group Pussy Slaves hovering awkwardly at a distance, masturbating as they watched me and the first group fuck.
I was drawing a clear line in how I treated the groups.
Even if they were all Pussy Slaves, treating the first group—who I'd been with all this time—the same as these fresh second-group ones just felt wrong emotionally.
Plus, the first-group girls were prettier on average.
Of course, I didn't skimp on food at all.
Discriminating on meals would be cruel.
When I ordered delivery on a horny whim, even the second-group girls got to pick what they wanted.
(Regular meals were just cooked preserved rations for everyone.)
Kim Hye-ji (21) burst into tears at her first delivery meal—a steaming burger set.
Freshly delivered warm burger, hot fries, ice-cold cola... she thought she'd never see them again in her lifetime...
Choi Mi-young (24) and Kim Ye-won (28) were equally moved by piping-hot chicken, pizza, and sweet-and-sour pork sets.
Everyday mealtimes.
I gave them a taste of normalcy—like before the zombie outbreak—at least during meals.
No Pussy Slave roles then—just happy eating, drinking, and simple joys.
Kim Ye-won teared up eating jjajangmyeon and jjamppong.
Choi Mi-young downed a cold beer in one go with soft chicken skewers, crispy shrimp tempura, cheese tteokbokki, and cream pasta—then a tear rolled down.
"Obey me, spread wide, suck pussy right, and I'll order this stuff lots. Got it?"
"...Y-yes, Master... Sniff... Sniff."
Under my Subspace Storage demonstrations, the second-group Pussy Slaves quickly adapted to the group and embraced their roles.