Chapter 222
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 222
Chapter Title: The Lord's Tribute
-----------------------------------------------------------------
“Just vaguely tell the women it's a good place for them and keep a close eye on them. Make sure they don't try to run. And watch the young men closely too. Don't let them do anything stupid.”
“Yes, Father. …Hmm, or how about we just lock these six up nicely in the warehouse and hand them over to the Lord? What do you think?”
Lee Young-jun's second son suggested locking them in the warehouse.
The opinions of those at the meeting? He glanced around the room, and including his eldest son, everyone was nodding in agreement. It seemed like a good plan to them all.
Lee Young-jun turned to his second son.
“Then do that.”
The six designated women were locked in a warehouse under heavy guard.
Until the man they were told to call “Lord” arrived.
Jeon Yu-jin.
Twenty-two years old this year.
In her arms, her tiny, adorable fifteen-month-old daughter squirmed as she nursed.
Back in her first year of university, she'd shared drinks with an older student everyone called a fossil. The mood had been great, but she lost her virginity that night and ended up pregnant.
She didn't want an abortion.
When she told the older guy, he started avoiding her subtly. She screamed at him on campus to take responsibility and even tracked down his family. In the end, they had a shotgun wedding.
'Was that the mistake? Drinking with him that night.'
He'd seemed like a nice, wholesome guy even to her.
The kind girls said would break hearts if he just dressed up a bit.
Maybe that's what made him trouble.
Her husband cheated on her while she was pregnant. Maybe she was just one of many women to him.
He had more than one or two girls on the side.
She knew of four herself... probably more.
'Should I have aborted?'
Lately, these thoughts crept up on her often.
Regretting her past choices.
'Should I have listened to my parents, aborted, and broken up? Should I have thought smarter? Instead of showing my cute, pretty daughter nothing but our fights every day, I should have found a proper man and had her with him...'
“Sister-in-law, what do we do?”
“Auntie... what now?”
She looked up at the woman calling her “sister-in-law” and the one calling her “auntie.”
They were twenty-one and twenty.
Jeong Soo-ah and Jeong Hye-bin.
Her late husband's family had huge age gaps between siblings.
He was the third of four. His eldest brother was twenty years older than him.
On the flip side, his youngest sister was nine years younger.
So, her husband's little sister was twenty-one, and his niece was twenty.
At first, it had been nice having girls her age around—easy to hang out with. Now? She wasn't sure.
“Sister-in-law? Don't just zone out—say something...”
“Auntie, you need to keep it together here...”
Both had inherited the family genes perfectly—pretty and sweet-looking.
And that's probably why they'd been called up like her.
“...I... don't... know...”
Her husband was dead. Probably.
Before the zombie outbreak, they'd fought every day over his cheating. In a way, it was a relief.
But thinking of the tiny girl in her arms, growing up without a dad, made her sad.
Honestly, she didn't know what to feel anymore.
The survivor group had been pressuring them since yesterday.
The reason? Some guy calling himself “Lord” wanted them.
They had to be sold off to the man who might have killed her husband.
At least they weren't separating her from her baby—that was one small mercy.
“...They said they'd give us more food here than here...”
“Sister-in-law! Even you're believing those people?!”
“Auntie... that's not it... sniff, sob...”
She didn't know.
'What do they expect me to do? It's already decided...'
She just wanted a safe place for her cute, pretty daughter to survive.
A hope.
A place with plenty of food, no worrying about tomorrow's meals.
She needed to eat to produce milk for her daughter.
And if possible, formula too. Her daughter was about weaning age...
Diapers would be nice too... All just hopes.
'I can't do anything anyway...'
The survivor group had cruelly locked them in this warehouse-like place.
To prevent escape.
Then they posted multiple guards, just in case.
Couldn't have the women for the Lord harm themselves, so they babied them.
“...Shut up in there. Be quiet.”
She turned at the sharp voice. The twenty-year-old ex-cop looked furious, face hardened.
Her name was... Lee Ha-yoon?
“What?!”
“...Wh-who the hell are you?!”
Her sister-in-law and niece protested.
“Shut your fucking mouths, bitch. I'm in a shit mood.”
But her aura overwhelmed them, and they backed down.
The two opened their mouths like they wanted to argue more but lost their nerve and just hung their heads.
'...They said she was a bully who tormented kids in school before becoming a cop. Looks like it's true... Even Soo-ah and Hye-bin can't say a word.'
She was a rookie cop.
But the zombies hit the day after she started. Was she really a cop?
Didn't know.
Another thing she wasn't sure about.
'...A school bully becomes a cop... Maybe the world deserved to end...'
“Sniff... sob... hic...”
She turned at the sobbing. There was the twenty-seven-year-old kindergarten teacher.
Hwang Yu-na, probably.
Baby-faced and short, harshly put, she looked like a middle schooler.
If not for her womanly chest and hips, you'd mistake her for a kid.
But her personality wasn't tough—she kept crying.
Maybe because she was the gentle type who cared for little kids?
Being sold as tribute to the Lord must really break her heart.
“...Sniff, hic. ...I want a smoke. Hic, ...fucking bastards stole all my cigs...”
'Ah...'
No.
She was crying for a cigarette.
Listening to her mutter through sniffles, now that she was being offered to the Lord and kicked from the group, the other survivors had looted all her smokes.
They'd forced her to hand them over when locking her in here.
Turning her head, she spotted another sister staring blankly at the ceiling.
Twenty-eight, pretty and sexy vibe.
Ex-airline stewardess.
Unique, pretty name: Jin Da-na.
Stewardess—a job women envied. Now her life was this? Feeling the vanity of it all?
Didn't know.
Maybe spacing out for a totally different reason.
“Haa...”
Jeon Yu-jin patted her daughter's head after she burped from nursing and fell asleep breathing softly.
For now... just think about her daughter's safety and health...
I enjoyed morning sex with my Pussy Slaves, then headed to the apartment complex entrance to pick up the third batch.
Watching the apartment village via military drone, it seemed fine to take them right away, but...
Hye-jeong and the others insisted I maintain dignity as ruler, so per our deal, I waited two days.
Today was that day.
“Village chief. As promised, I'm here on the second day.”
“Yes, welcome. ...Ahem, Lord. Here are the six women you summoned.”
The village chief cleared his throat awkwardly a few times before managing “Lord.”
“Good.”
Of the six women, three had dazed expressions, and three glared at me with hostility.
The dazed ones: the twenty-two-year-old married mom with a kid, the twenty-eight-year-old stewardess, the twenty-seven-year-old kindergarten teacher.
The hostile ones: twenty-one-year-old college girl, twenty-year-old college girl, twenty-year-old ex-cop.
Generally, moms or mid-to-late twenties were spaced out; early twenties young ones were feisty from youthful vigor.
“Follow me.”
“...Y-you! I can't forgive you! You killed my brother-in-law...!”
I pulled my gun and deliberately fired into the air.
No silencer on the pistol.
- Bang! -
“Shut up and follow quietly.”
I aimed the still-hot barrel from the airshot at the girl who'd yelled... Jeong Soo-ah, right?
Anyway, one of the future Pussy Slaves 3rd gen. She deflated instantly, silenced.
If you're gonna chicken out, why yell in the first place? Even for a bitch, no forethought?