Chapter 229
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 229
Chapter Title: Sweeping the Jewelry Stores
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“Master, there's a safe in that small warehouse-like place over there.”
“Oh, really? Good find.”
We tossed the safes—ones that looked like they might hold something important—straight into the Subspace Storage, safes and all.
We roughly swept through the jewelry store and took everything before stepping outside.
“Now this mall has no more jewelry stores..., let's check the one in the back.”
“Yes.”
We spread out the detailed map of the area we'd gotten from the real estate office next to the jewelry store, marking with a red pen: checkmarks for malls with jewelry stores we'd already looted, skips for those without.
Malls that never had jewelry stores to begin with got an X, while those we'd raided got an O. We systematically stripped the nearby malls one by one.
Of course, whenever the mood struck on the way, we'd tell the Pussy Slaves to spread their legs right there on the street for some public sex.
“...Ah, doing it outside is secretly so fun and exciting.”
“Haht, eung, haang...!”
“Hye-yeon, this takes me back to when we first met, walking along and having street sex, right?”
“...Hauht, euheut, ...D-don't, heht, ...say that. Haaang...♡ Hiueut, ...back then, I really, ha-eut, hated you so much, Master.... Hiiing, ha-eut, heueut...♡ Back then I really, eung, wanted to die.... Hauht...♡”
“Really? And now? How do you feel about street sex with me like this?”
“...I love it♡ I love it so much...♡ Haang...!”
“Kekeke. My Hye-yeon hated it so much at first, but now she loves street sex with me?”
“...Y-yes, yees...♡ Ahheut, heur, hauht, ...Sex with Master, I love it so much...♡”
I kept it pretty vanilla, without using the vibrating cock or drill cock features.
Using those would have the girls going ahegao, squirting, cumming non-stop, and passing out right there on the street.
So I kept it light and gentle, just enough to satisfy my urges.
- *Schlick schlick squelch squelch* -
“Hoo, there's something about Hye-yeon... Every time she sees a utility pole or a car, I just want to tell her to brace against it and pound her from behind.... ...Is it because fucking her on the way from her place to Hye-jeong's house back then was so fun? Is this nostalgia bias?”
Hye-yeon shot me a sideways glare as she straightened her disheveled clothes.
She didn't have fond memories of that time—crying her eyes out, toyed with in every way, and street-raped by me.
But she'd been so thoroughly trained as my Pussy Slave that even while glaring, she carefully scooped up every drop of the thick white cum oozing from her pussy—not letting a single bit spill—and ate it all. Fuck, that was hot as hell.
‘...Damn, I want to fuck her again.’
I held back from telling her to brace against that car hood for another round from behind.
I'd end up doing some three-times carry-fuck marathon otherwise.
And Hye-jeong and Seo-yeon were giving me those expectant looks too—I had to fuck them as well.
Overdoing it with just Hye-yeon would make Hye-jeong and Seo-yeon jealous.
When I glanced at Hye-jeong and Seo-yeon, they both smiled coyly and shook their plump asses as they walked around me.
Or they'd pretend to pick something up or check their shoelaces, bending over to thrust their asses and pussy entrances toward me in blatant invitation.
Basically begging me to shove my cock in them quick.
I'd fondle their soft, jiggly asses, huge tits, or pussies, and when I got hard, I'd stop right there for sex.
“Hye-jeong, go brace against that utility pole. Yeah. Stick your ass out toward me.”
“Seo-yeon, hold up a sec. Hmm, good angle. Now brace against that car trunk right next to you and lean in. Yeah. Spread your legs more—perfect. Wait, I'll stick it in.”
While pounding from behind, I'd grope their soft, jiggly tits, pinch nipples, and thoroughly enjoyed the street sex.
In the end, we only hit a total of 10 malls today.
Hye-jeong suggested checking the whole malls for food or daily necessities while we were at it, so we swept everywhere.
As a result, we scored some useful daily goods..., and even bulk canned food from restaurant storage.
Most other food had rotted and stank, just souring the mood.
We hit 3 jewelry stores, our original target.
Out of 10 malls, 3 had them.
“Hmm, let's call it here for today. We can come back tomorrow.”
“Wow~ So we're doing a jewelry store looting date again tomorrow?”
“Yeah. We're stripping all the safe zones near the hideout.”
“Yay~”
Hye-yeon had just been exhausted from getting pounded so hard, but she lit up at the thought of going out again tomorrow.
Meanwhile, homebody Seo-yeon looked a bit burdened with an ambiguous expression, while Hye-jeong seemed indifferent to going out or staying in.
“Ah, seeing Hye-yeon's energy..., on the way back, I gotta carry-fuck her. Yeah, the finale for street sex with Hye-yeon has to be pregnant carry-fuck.”
“...?”
Lost in old memories, I gave Hye-yeon a gentle carry-fuck.
Since she was pregnant, it was my way of showing a bit of consideration.
“Aheuk...! Haat, heueuut...♡ ...Haang, I hate this position...♡ Ahhat, Master is too much..., fucking me while reminiscing about raping me...♡”
But this time, with the vibrating and drill cock features on, she was loving it to death.
“Ohook...! Ooook...!! Ogok...♡ Oeut...!!”
She went full ahegao with squirting and continuous orgasms, even pissing herself from the pleasure, so her sister Hye-jeong turned her head away, unable to watch her little sister's disgrace any longer.
By the time we reached base, the 2nd gen Pussy Slaves had come out with the 3rd gen to greet us.
I handed off the passed-out Hye-yeon—knocked out from endless orgasmic bliss—and fucked the 3rd gen ones too, for good measure.
#
About 1 month later.
Tower 1st Floor. Project Zombie World.
November 1st. Around 8 AM.
Roughly a bit over a month had passed.
It was now November, and the crisp autumn breeze had turned chilly.
“Winter's coming.”
For the survivors of this zombie apocalypse world, the harshest season of all was approaching.
Summer was hot and irritating, but as long as you avoided direct sunlight, you wouldn't die of heatstroke or sunstroke.
Winter was different.
In a world where modern comforts had collapsed, it was all too easy to freeze to death without full preparations for the cold.
Of course, it had nothing to do with me.
My Pussy Slaves and I were set for the warmest, coziest winter of any survivors.
And we had an even more important event coming up.
“The 3rd gen's firearms training wrapped up yesterday, so I'm off to recruit the 4th gen.”
“““Ooooh~!!!”””
The 3rd gen danced with joy.
Memories of the humiliations and bullying from the 1st and 2nd gen flashed through their minds—they figured with the 4th gen coming, it would all end.
Well, not end, but at least get easier.
I scanned the 3rd gen one by one.
First up, the ace of the 3rd gen: Lee Ha-yoon.
She fell for me at first sight, calling me handsome, and got plenty of my affection—but she adapted incredibly well too.
I'm human; I prefer girls who like me over those who don't.
At first, Lee Ha-yoon caught flak from the 1st and 2nd gen for being too bold or clingy.
Why the hate for being bold or clingy?
You could hear it in their conversations back then.
“Hey, Lee Ha-yoon, Master's been favoring you a bit lately, and you're strutting around like you own the place?”
“Oppa? Call him Master. This fresh little bitch is already acting spoiled around him....”
“Seniors, I'll behave!”
Jealousy.
The 2nd gen especially gave Lee Ha-yoon hell.
The 1st gen were already close to me and pretty, so they didn't mind me getting closer.
But the 2nd gen—except Kim Ye-won—were average-looking, while the 3rd gen were picked for looks, so inferiority complexes were inevitable.
That's why they targeted Lee Ha-yoon hard when she was clinging to me with “Oppa~ Oppa~” early on.
But Lee Ha-yoon wasn't the type to cower or whine.
She was a delinquent thug. And a cop. (Though the zombie outbreak hit one day after her appointment.)
People sometimes think delinquents or gangsters can't handle group dynamics.
I used to think that too.
But Lee Ha-yoon proved that dead wrong by adapting the fastest.
From day one, she cozied up to Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon, flattering them like crazy about how pretty her new big sisters were....
Maybe it was precisely because she was a delinquent thug—used to strict hierarchies—that she fit right in...?
Her grasp of rank was firmer than any other 3rd gen.