Chapter 277
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 277
Chapter Title: 213 Loads and Survivor Insights
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“Ah♡ ...Lord, my body’s already covered in graffiti. There don’t seem to be any blank spots left, so I came to report it.”
“I see. How many times have I cum on your body? One, two, three... <omitted> ...forty-two. Forty-two characters with three extra strokes. So that makes... hmm... uh... forty-two times five plus three. 210 plus 3. 213 times, huh. Wow, I’ve cum inside you a lot.”
“Yes, that’s right. You’ve creampied my pussy about 110 times, my mouth about 40, my ass about 50, and the rest on my face and tits.”
“You remembered all that?”
“Not exactly, just roughly.”
The ordinary-looking virgin girl I’d deflowered came up to me naked and reported that her body’s graffiti was nearly full.
I wiped all the characters off her body, wrote ‘+213’ on her ass with a permanent marker, creampied her pussy again, and drew one stroke of a new on her thigh.
“Hmm, well, since you came all this way, I should probably cum in your ass and mouth too.”
I’d only planned on using her pussy, but she’d worked so hard to take over 200 loads as a reward, so I figured I’d give her a bonus.
So I fucked her asshole until I blew my load inside with a wet squelch, treated her mouth like an onahole until I came, and added two more strokes to the I’d just started on her thigh.
“...Heup♡ Ungh, gulp. Haa...♡ ...Thank you, Lord♡. Thank you so much for using your loyal toilet holes again today. I’m so deeply grateful. These days, if my womb and pussy aren’t stuffed full of your cum, I feel so empty.”
The ordinary-looking girl, who’d been a virgin until I fucked her, barely swallowed the cum overflowing from her mouth and thanked me sincerely.
As she did, she plugged something like a stopper into her pussy—looked a lot like the one Lee Ji-min carried around last time.
It seemed designed to keep my cum from leaking out and even wrap it up tight.
She really couldn’t stand having her pussy and womb anything less than full of my cum.
You could tell from how carefully she preserved every drop inside.
“Kuhuhu, good, as long as you get it. Don’t forget to cum five times a day masturbating while thinking of my cock and cum, then get back to work. What was your assigned job again?”
“...Oh, right. I handle food distribution and apartment cleaning. I make sure the apartment residents get the proper weekly rations of the precious food you’ve provided, Lord. And otherwise, I keep the place beautified with daily cleaning.”
Simple food distribution and apartment cleaning.
The most basic, beginner-level work for someone with no skills or experience.
‘...Well, judging by her age, that makes sense.’
If they showed other talents, or studied, or learned skills, they’d get different jobs. That’s how the apartment complex ran.
At least for the women who served as my cock warmers.
My cock warmers all handled their duties safely in the rear.
What about women who couldn’t cut it as cock warmers?
They had to serve as meat shields and soldiers, same as the men.
“Got it. Keep up the good work.”
“Yes, Lord...♡”
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1st Floor, Project Zombie World - March 1, 2024
Zombie Outbreak: Approximately 9 Months In
Pregnancy Training for Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, and Hye-yeon: Approximately 9 Months In
I spent the late fall of November and the winter months of December, January, and February on the 1st floor of Project Zombie World, enjoying sex with various women in my hideout and the apartment complex.
Mostly, I fucked the pretty girls (Pussy Slaves 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 6th generations) in the hideout, but whenever the mood struck, I’d head to the apartment complex, line up all the plain but fertile women, and pound their pussies like a conveyor belt with my massive cock club before creampieing them.
Of course, I’d occasionally cum in their mouths or on their faces, fuck their asses and cum inside, or if there was a big-titted one, get a paizuri and finish on her chest.
Oh, and for reference, I cherry-picked the hottest ones from the apartment complex to add to the 6th generation of Pussy Slaves.
The 5th and 6th generations were women who’d been hard to pull out forcibly before—pretty ones with families that made it tough.
Like a beautiful 20-year-old virgin protected by a sturdy dad and brother during the 3rd generation recruitment, or a stacked, fuckable married woman whose husband was still alive.
But after hypnotizing them, they all eagerly offered themselves up—family men included—so rather than commuting back and forth, I brought them to the hideout as 5th and 6th generation Pussy Slaves.
The 6th generation were a notch below the 5th in looks, but still too good to leave in the complex. After recruiting the 5th, I added these as extras.
“Hmm, this really shakes out with 1st, 3rd, and 5th generations being the hottest, while 2nd, 4th, and 6th are plainer. ...Not that the even generations are ugly. But among them, the 6th are the prettiest. Makes sense—they’re the second-hottest after the 5th in the complex.”
The apartment complex population had quietly surpassed 4,000.
Half were women—about 2,000.
Contrary to my expectation that survivors would mostly be men, a surprising number of young women had made it.
(Regardless of gender, anyone over 60 or under 10 rarely survived without heavy family protection.)
I pondered why, listened to the women’s stories, and asked the Pussy Slaves’ opinions. I pieced together a few reasons.
First: In survivor-vs-survivor fights for survival or food, women almost never got killed.
‘Even I’d use women as cock warmers and sex slaves rather than kill them.’
Men were the backbone of any zombie apocalypse group. Almost every faction was led and acted by men.
So in competitions with other groups—whether for survival or food—fights broke out between men. Women rarely fought, and even if they did, they weren’t killed.
Survivors would steal food, exile them from the area, or turn them into sex slaves, but killing women was extremely rare in this Korean zombie apocalypse culture.
Even as looting, arson, and murder became normalized, paradoxically, killings targeted men almost exclusively. Women rarely faced death.
On the flip side, the vast majority of rapes, gangbangs, and sexual assaults hit women.
Second reason: When encountering zombie hordes or looters, men were far more likely to fight than women.
This applied to solo or small-party scenarios.
For example, with one man and one woman facing a single zombie or looter in front of a convenience store full of food, the man was more likely to think, “This looks doable—let’s smash its head quick.”
Women, meanwhile, tended to avoid fights. They’d throw rocks from afar to distract or use tricks like that.
This ‘fight probability upon spotting an enemy’ boosted women’s survival rates.
Men had superior physical strength, but women’s evasion instincts against zombies or looters raised their odds.
‘In Project Zombie World, you can’t assume a single zombie in sight means it’s safe to engage. You’ll get fucked.’
Fighting was always the worst option.
Just avoid them.
A one-in-a-thousand graze from a zombie bite could infect you if luck soured. Game over.
Or sometimes, unexpected noises mid-fight spelled doom. It happened in movies and real life.
Picture this: You’re fighting, accidentally bump a car nearby, and its alarm blares “Beep~! Beep~!”
Every zombie in the neighborhood comes charging like rabid dogs. And then... you die.