Chapter 218
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 218
Chapter Title: Firearms Training for the Second Batch
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‘…Urp, ah, this is fucking comfortable.’
Watching from up here, I finally get why hazing culture never dies out in places like the military.
It’s because it’s so damn convenient for the higher-ups.
Put another way, if the superiors really wanted to, they could wipe that culture out in an instant.
I was the same way… but there was no real reason to get rid of it.
If the second-batch pussy slaves ever whined about how tough things were, I could just put on a show as the kind master—“Hoho, yeah, it’s rough, isn’t it?”—and that was that.
Then the second-batch girls, oblivious to the fact that I was the one fostering this atmosphere from the top, would end up resenting and fearing the first batch while staying loyal to me.
And as a bonus, seeing how even those first-batch girls couldn’t stand up to me only made the second batch fear and respect me even more.
‘Man, looking at this, all those scandals about military abuse or beatings? The commanders and officers were probably stirring it up on purpose just to keep their favorites in line.’
It felt like I’d uncovered one of life’s great truths.
So, if I just acted like those military commanders, I’d be golden?
I’d never served myself, but I’d seen plenty in dramas, movies, and webtoons that were praised for their realistic take on army life.
‘Hmm, first things first, I need to dial back the abuse so the second-batch pussy slaves don’t off themselves. …And I’ve gotta plant the idea that things get easier with time. But to make that work, I’ll need a steady stream of new recruits. Whoa, am I a genius or what?’
I already had a rough plan for sourcing more girls from around here.
Just raid the nearby survivor groups and take them.
And conveniently, I had the perfect excuse.
-‘You assholes tried to screw me over by forming that half-apartment alliance or whatever? If you don’t wanna all die, hand over your pretty girls. Give me the women, and I’ll let you live.’-
Putting together what the guys I’d tortured, interrogated, and killed had said, plus the second-batch pussy slaves’ intel, it seemed like the only survivor groups around here treating women like sex slaves were mine and the one I’d wiped out.
In other words, all the other survivor groups were your standard zombie apocalypse fare—ones that didn’t mess with the women and kept things somewhat moral and civilized just to survive.
The kind of group the protagonists in those stories would belong to, basically.
‘…Wait, does that make me the villain from one of those zombie apocalypse stories?’
I mulled it over for a second, then shook my head.
‘Nah, where else are you gonna find a master as good and kind as me?’
No one took better care of their pussy slaves than I did.
And I don’t think anyone understood their hearts quite like I did.
Even Hye-jeong, who’d resisted me at first, had become a perfectly obedient pussy slave, content with her lot in life.
Kuhuhu. Thinking back to when I first raped Hye-jeong.
I didn’t have much power back then, so every moment of raping and training her had been tense as hell.
The training hadn’t worked out, and when shit hit the fan, she’d even cursed me out.
But now she volunteered every day to be my dick case and sucked me off like a pro. Pretty satisfying, all things considered.
Tower 1st Floor. Project Zombie World.
September 1st. Around 7 a.m.
It had been a little over three weeks since I’d started living with the second-batch pussy slaves.
Thanks to the first batch’s thorough training, the second batch had fully adapted to pussy slave life.
The aphrodisiac-and-drug cock played a huge role, sure, but they’d all become obedient and submissive to me. Couldn’t ask for more.
“It’s about time I started training you all on firearms.”
“Slurp, slurrrp, slurp, haa…♡ Firearms training? Slurp, slurrrp.”
I stroked Kim Ye-won’s head as she sucked my massive cock and nodded.
Among the second batch, Ye-won was the prettiest with the best body. True to her married background, she’d been a natural at fellatio even before I taught her. When I asked if her husband trained her, she said she’d learned it from a senior ex-boyfriend back at teachers college.
“…Hold up, random thought—just because your ex was a senior from the same teachers college, didn’t you two run into each other sometimes since you’d end up as elementary school teachers? That world’s pretty small.”
“…Yeah, we did… sometimes.”
“Hm? Hey, your face looks weird. You hiding something from me? Spill it.”
“……”
“…Oh, no way. You kept meeting up with that senior even after marrying your husband? Right? That’s it, isn’t it?”
“……”
Ye-won’s expressions were so easy to read.
Damn, is this what my face looks like to other people?
You could basically guess their thoughts and nail it.
“Wow, our Ye-won. Such an innocent face, total elementary school teacher vibe, but you were out there cheating and living it up. …Oh, wait, did you work at the same school as that senior?”
“…Th-that… Yeah… yes…”
“Kuhuhu, damn… badass. So, did you fuck that senior at school?”
“At the university…? Yeah, sometimes. In secret…”
“No, not university. At the elementary school. Did you fuck at your workplace?”
“……”
“You did, huh? Kekeke, holy shit. Epic. Screwing in a place where you teach kids. Must’ve been fun. Kuhuhuhu. …Man, next time I take you to an elementary school and fuck you there. Where’d you do it? The bathroom? …Or after-school classroom too?”
“M-Master… Th-that’s…”
“Kekeke. Ah, just imagining it’s got me hard. What’s the closest elementary school around here? Kekeke. Once we expand our zombie-cleared territory to include one, I’m dragging you there to fuck. Kikikiki. Ah… And when we take over that school where you and your senior fucked, we’ll do it there too… Kekeke.”
Fucking an elementary school teacher at an elementary school… sounds fun.
Definitely doing that when I get the chance.
I motioned for Ye-won to keep sucking.
She seemed relieved to get back to it after my awkward questions about her past and went at my cock with renewed vigor.
“Slurp, slurp, slurrrp…”
“Mm, Ye-won, enough fellatio. Gonna cum in your pussy.”
“Yes…”
I filled Ye-won’s pussy to the brim with cum while she diligently sucked me off, her face still a little troubled.
Ye-won plugged her pussy with one hand to keep as much cum in as possible, then went right back to cleaning my cock with her mouth.
This time it was the habitual cleanup blowjob she’d learned through clit-pinching torture training from the first batch.
“Slurrrp…♡ Smooch, smooch, slurp, sluuuurp. …Master, your cum… slurp… tastes so good…”
“Mm, good job. What do you do with the cum leaking out of your pussy?”
“…Your delicious cum is too precious to waste. I have to drink it all. I’ll lick it clean…”
“That’s right, that’s right. The first batch trained you well. Heh.”
After enjoying Ye-won’s fellatio and pussy service, I called Hye-jeong over for some clean anal service with her freshly washed asshole and said to her,
“About the second batch.”
“Yes, Master. …Ah, was Ye-won’s service not up to par? Should I tell Hye-yeon to give her another talking-to? Light a fire under her?”
“Nah, nothing like that. Ye-won did great. Not about that—time to start firearms training for the second batch. You all handle the training, and I’ll watch from behind. Ask me if you don’t know something.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Mm, good. …Oh, how’s the drone training going? They keeping up?”
“Yes, they’re doing great. I think they’ve been pulling their weight since last week. These military drones keep getting such good updates… Who’s the one making and updating them? Whatever we request gets implemented perfectly. Autonomous flight is insane, and now the AI handles formation flying on its own…”
“Kuhuhu, yeah, something like that. You don’t need to know.”
‘There’s a scientist pussy slave on Tower 5th Floor’s Hell difficulty world.’
“Oh, Master. Since it came up, let me show you how much the second batch’s drone piloting skills have improved.”
“Oh? Sounds good.”
Late afternoon.
Under the vast, open blue sky of early autumn, squadrons of drones swarmed through the clear air.
I watched the 15 drones, piloted by the second-batch pussy slaves, buzzing actively.
(They’d originally had 10 for the second batch, but trashed 5 during training, leaving 5. I restocked to 15 on Tower 5th Floor. The scientist pussy slave made 10 more.)
‘Drones really shine once they get those upgrades—the rougher the better.’
Thanks to combat footage against zombies or humans, plus pilot feedback, the scientist pussy slave’s military drones had seen constant software, firmware, and even occasional hardware updates. They’d improved by leaps and bounds.