Chapter 282
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 282
Chapter Title: Briefing at the Command Post
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I rode my flying skateboard from the hideout to the apartment complex, then headed on foot toward the command post set up in one corner of the grounds.
Of course, along the way, I gave every apartment pussy slut I ran into a thick, gooey creampie.
Honestly, what should've been a less-than-30-minute march to the command post dragged on for over eight hours because I fucked every single pussy slut I encountered.
But come on, how could I resist? Nailing all those bottomless pussy sluts strolling the streets inside the apartment complex was just too damn arousing and fun.
'Fucking hot. They get me hard every single time I come here.'
Telling them to brace against a tree, streetlight, car hood, or trunk—then pounding them doggy-style and pumping their pussies or asses full of thick, glurping cum.
Watching their holes gape wide open from my massive cock, thick white seed sloshing and dripping out...
'Kuuh, fuck, getting horny again.'
Picture this.
You're walking the streets inside the apartment complex, and you've been told you can fuck any woman you see if you're in the mood. You gonna just walk past them?
Sure, skip the old hags or orc bitches, but if a decent fuckable one is strolling the sidewalks, don't you have to bend her over as a real man?
Especially since they're walking around bottomless on my orders, pussies out in the open.
Of course, you've gotta fuck all the hot ones.
"Hnnngh, heuk...♡ Lord, your cum... it's filling my womb, my pussy, my asshole again...♡ Hnngh...♡"
"Hey, you nameless pussy slut."
"Y-yes, hee...♡"
"Summer's coming soon, and it'll be hot anyway, so tell the girls no more bottomless—just have 'em walk around naked. Or, hmm... bikinis are fine too. Point is, maximum exposure. Got it? Spread the word to all the pussy sluts in the apartment complex."
Should I have them wear bikinis with the crotch cut out with scissors?
Or just yank the side over and fuck 'em?
...Tough call.
"Y-yes...♡ Lord."
It's still early March—first of the month—so a bit chilly at times. That's why the women in the complex just flashed their pussies but bundled up thickly whenever they stepped outside.
But summer's creeping up now... the season of skin. Yeah, perfect. Fucking perfect.
I finally arrived at the command post inside the apartment complex.
It'd been a longer journey than expected.
"Unit~! Atten-hut!! Salute to the Lord~! Present arms!!"
"""Loyalty-!!!"""
They must've known I was coming ages ago—they were all lined up and ready, snapping salutes.
I lazily raised my hand in a casual salute, then dropped it.
"Mm, good. Loyalty. Back to work, everyone. Hey, Commander, give me the sitrep."
"Sir! Reporting the current situation, my Lord."
The commander brought over a binder full of documents. Our forces' status was laid out simply and clearly, complete with maps for easy understanding.
"...Mm, green is Nam-gu where we are, and blue is our territory, right?"
"Yes, sir. Nam-gu—the area 100% secured—is marked as the Green Zone in green. Areas secured to 80% or higher are Blue Zones in blue."
"Hm? 80% secured? Didn't you tell me last time we'd taken Jung-gu, Suseong-gu, Dong-gu, and Buk-gu?"
"Zombies keep pouring into Daegu from outside. We send out periodic extermination squads to clean them up, but with only about 3,000 troops, it's impossible to perfectly defend the entire perimeter of Daegu Metropolitan City from invading zombies. My apologies."
"I see. Nah, it's fine. Can't do much with limited manpower. So you're expanding the safe zones now?"
"Yes, sir. Per your orders, we've secured Dalseong-gun to over 80% and turned it into a Blue Zone. Next, we'll launch zombie extermination ops around the Daegu outskirts. That should drastically cut the number of zombies flooding in."
'Did I give that order? ...Oh, right. I told 'em to take all of Daegu, and they interpreted it that way.'
"Target area's in red, yeah?"
"Yes, sir. To fully secure Daegu Metropolitan City per your command, we've marked our top priority—Dalseong-gun, still crawling with zombies—as the Red Zone. Orange Zones are zombie-infested areas, but not current targets."
"Got it."
"The zombie lords are craftier than we thought. They move like they know we're moving to seize Daegu. They're deliberately pulling zombies back from the city. It made taking most of Daegu easier, sure, but it feels hollow—they're just withdrawing to minimize losses, not because we beat them fair and square."
"Those fuckers were always sly. ...So basically, they saw us gearing up to take Daegu and pulled back their forces to avoid pointless deaths. That's the gist, right?"
"Yes, sir. The staff officers all got chills seeing the zombies move like they have brains. So we're treating the enemy as an organized force with command structure, just like ours, for all ops."
"Good. Proceed on that assumption. Zombie lords link up, scheme together to screw us humans over. They'll retreat if it's disadvantageous and wait for openings. Stay vigilant at all times. Show weakness, and they'll rip your throat out. No slacking just 'cause they're zombies."
"Yes, sir! My Lord!"
I flipped to the next page: a list of secured military bases.
Daegu Metropolitan City Key Military Bases Secured:
"We've claimed all the key military bases in Daegu."
"Yes, sir. All prioritized and fully secured. We've acquired all their logistics supplies."
"Good. Excellent. Well done."
"Thank you, my Lord."
The bases were stocked to the brim with supplies, so I no longer needed to supply guns, ammo, or grenades—we were overflowing.
Especially the US bases and joint US-ROK bunkers under the ROK-US Combined Forces Command. Sweet farming spots.
Finding a whole mountain turned into a massive arsenal bunker? Jackpot...
One downside: we took the air base and got air power, but no one to fly it.
What's the point of jets and helos if they're just scrap metal to us?
'Weapon Mastery lets me pilot them, sure... but no maintenance crew. I'd rather not explode mid-air.'
Weapon Mastery lives up to its point cost—it treats fighters and choppers as 'weapons,' so I can fly them.
But high-tech gear like that? Maintenance is key.
I can start 'em and fly 'em, but no clue on upkeep. Scary as hell.
And no, Weapon Mastery doesn't include mechanic skills.
If it did, it'd be called Maintenance Mastery.
'Jets are useless if I can't use 'em. All show, no go.'
"...You're doing great, Commander. Any other issues running the bases? Anything I can help with, just say."
"...One thing, sir. We need to reorganize the force structure. Up till now, with no true safe zones and everyone needing to defend themselves, we've used all hands as combat troops. But now we should change that."
"Huh? Reorganize? What's that mean?"
"Right now, every soldier's frontline combat, handling their own weapon repairs, and even farming for supplies."
"Yeah."
"But it's causing fatigue buildup and massive inefficiency. ...My Lord, even if we trim frontline troops a bit, we need more non-combat roles—logistics, support staff—so combat troops can focus purely on fighting."
"Ah... got it. Handle it however you see fit."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, my Lord."