Chapter 217
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 217
Chapter Title: First-Gen Pussy Slaves Train the Second Gen
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The everyday luxuries of modern life that we once took for granted—now forever out of reach.
It's only when those taken-for-granted things vanish, stripped away, that we truly feel their absence deep in our bones.
That's what my youngest sister told me.
Modern folks only grasp the value of "freedom" after being locked up in the military or prison.
Because that's where the everyday freedoms we enjoyed without a second thought get taken away.
Being able to wake up whenever you want—even at 3 a.m.—and eat cup ramen or jerk off to porn without anyone batting an eye? You don't realize how precious that freedom is until it's gone.
And only after living in a country with shit security do you appreciate the quiet bliss of heading to a convenience store at 3 a.m. for hot bar snacks, triangle kimbap, or more cup ramen—a small mercy born from good public safety.
Similar variations include parental love and good health.
Things whose true worth and preciousness we only realize once they're gone and stripped away.
In that sense, everyone who's survived this zombie apocalypse world up to now must be feeling the gratitude and value of modern civilization's blessings right down to their marrow.
After all, modern civilization is the crowning achievement of our ancestors' sweat and blood.
The expressions on the second-gen pussy slaves' faces said it all.
It's not just because they can eat delicious food fresh off the stove.
Will there be food tomorrow? Will someone steal this tasty meal? All that stress—I'd wiped it clean away for them.
Only I could provide them with this endless peace and bounty.
In return, they just had to submit to me and let me enjoy their pussies whenever I wanted.
The second-gen pussy slaves quickly understood, adapted to, and accepted the same process of submission that the first-gen had gone through.
"Listen up, everyone. Master loves it when you lick the tip of his glans real carefully, and the shaft of his cock too. Even if he cums during the blowjob, don't panic—just swallow as much as you can, then say it was delicious. Got it? ...After that, you gotta give him a thorough cleanup blowjob, sucking out every last drop of cum from inside his cock."
And at the heart of that understanding and adaptation were the devoted teachings of the first-gen pussy slaves.
In my personal opinion, Hye-jeong taught the best.
Besides Hye-jeong, Hye-yeon and Seo-yeon also did a great job instructing the second-gen pussy slaves.
Surprisingly, Hye-yeon was playing drill sergeant.
...While Hye-jeong felt like the big-sis coordinator overseeing everything.
Seo-yeon was handling the nice-senior role? Or something like that.
I figured Seo-yeon had that naturally airheaded, gentle vibe, so Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon had naturally divided up the roles.
Why was Hye-yeon the drill sergeant?
She tried to keep it out of my sight and hearing as much as possible, but every now and then, I'd catch her sharp-tongued scoldings echoing through our new hideout.
"Hey, Kim Hye-ji. Aren't you squeezing your pussy right? I don't feel any pressure on my finger at all. You think Master's gonna be satisfied with this? I get that your pussy's worn out from being a sex slave, but even your mom who gave birth to you probably wasn't this loose."
"Oh? Crying already? Didn't I say I'd pinch your clit 100 times if you cried again? Hey, Kim Hye-ji, cut it out. One, two, three. That's three times. You're at 200 now. Still not stopping? Huh? Sigh, you think crying changes anything? Fine, I'll make you cry until your tear ducts dry up today. Yeah, cry more."
"Hey, Kim Ye-won. Can't you greet your seniors properly? Didn't Hye-jeong unnie tell you newbies to spread your pussies wide with both hands and bow politely when you meet seniors? Sorry? And that's supposed to end it? You think saying sorry wraps up pussy slave life?"
"You ignoring me 'cause I'm younger than you? Huh? No? Then what? I'm watching you. Better greet properly from now on."
"...Ah, now I'm pissed off. Hey, eat my pussy. Can't? What's with that look? Should've done it sooner. Haah...♡ Not bad at all. Master's cum from earlier is still deep inside my pussy, right? Go on, suck it all out."
"Hey, Choi Mi-young. Did you do all your daily masturbation quotas today? You did? That's not what I heard. Your batchmates told me you faked your orgasms and didn't even hit 10. Ha, this bitch lies? You're done for today."
"Attention! At ease! Attention! At ease! Thrust your pussy forward. More, more. Not thrusting more? You're hopeless today. I didn't wanna do this, but it's the pussy flap-flap punishment that Master told Hye-jeong unnie about. Guess I'll have to use it on you today."
"Fucking bitch, don't scream from just one hit. Master's sleeping. Can't you stay quiet? You fucking bitch."
"Second-gen pussy slaves have to masturbate 10 times a day until you go ahegao and squirt. Don't you know it's Master's order? You ignoring Master's command right now? Huh?"
"Choi Mi-young, spit it out right. Crying? Feeling wronged? Ah, fuck, why do you second-gens cry at the drop of a hat? Didn't you see what happened to Kim Hye-ji yesterday when she cried in front of me? How many clit pinches?"
"Wanna get pinched over 500 times till it's all swollen? Wrong? Ah, you fucking bitch, don't kneel. When did I say kneel and beg? Get up! One, two... Hey, stop bawling and stick out your clit. You lied, so we start at 300."
"Kim Ye-won, can't you manage your batchmates? Aren't you the oldest among the second-gens? Fuck, if you wanna get treated like a big sis just 'cause you're older, at least do it right. Am I wrong? Step it up. Good, at least you don't cry. ...Hey, eat my pussy too. You did good last time. I begged Master to fill my pussy with cum just for you."
"...Huh? Ah, fuck. Why start crying at the end? Sigh, you fucking bitch. Hate eating my pussy? Then present your clit. Mad 'cause I'm younger? Ah, fuck, then get Master to save you quick."
'Whoa... this is like the fucking army. Never been, but feels like the vibe. ...How the hell did Hye-yeon manage grad school life to grip like this...?'
Hye-yeon had straight-up become the drill sergeant, handling the second-gen like they were rats.
No second-gen girl left her presence without tears and snot.
Age? Didn't matter. Hye-yeon could hurl abuse and sexual violence even at older girls like Kim Ye-won.
Oh, for reference, I'd banned direct hitting, telling them to pinch clits and such instead—which is why they handled it that way.
Girls slapping cheeks, punching faces, or kicking? Kinda iffy, right?
So I told them to pinch clits, spank pussies, or torment assholes instead, and most of the first-gen's punishments for the second-gen ended up pretty lewd.
Prime examples: Hye-yeon's clit-pinching and the pussy flap-flap I'd done to Hye-jeong.
Seo-yeon was closer to the angel senior by comparison.
But maybe too much of a pushover, 'cause the second-gen didn't fear her much.
"Um, second-gen girls. You don't have to be so tense around me. Hehe. I just... wanna get along with you all. Ah... don't tell Hye-yeon unnie I said that. She's been pinching my clit and tormenting me lately... says it's 'cause I gotta teach you properly... and not slack off with the nice role..."
"Ah, that's not it. What I'm teaching you today is the 'pussy greeting.' Like this. Master asks for it sometimes, so don't mess it up. Okay, how it goes is... um... like this... Huh? You want more demo? Uh... l-like this."
"...Don't keep making me show you—try it yourselves now. Yeah. Turn around, stick your ass out more, grab both cheeks with your hands, pull 'em wide... spread your pussy lips as far as you can... Good. Now wiggle your ass side to side, like you're greeting. Hmm, needs to be sluttier. This ain't enough."
Seo-yeon taught kindly in her own way, covering all sorts of things.
And the ultimate boss, Hye-jeong, oversaw it all, balancing demon senior Kim Hye-yeon and angel senior Lee Seo-yeon while managing the second-gen.
What was I doing? Just savoring the feasts the first-gen pussy slaves laid out, spoons and all.
With the first-gen handling training and discipline for their junior pussy slaves, it couldn't get more convenient.
From mindset training and sex ed to drone piloting lessons.
I'd given one order, and the first-gen pussy slaves handled everything perfectly on their own.
Thanks to that, all I had to do was fuck the well-trained, well-conditioned pussy slaves and knock them up.