Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Rescuing the Survivor
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A moment later, as the urge to cum surged, I unleashed thick, gooey ropes of semen all over Hye-jeong's face—splurt, splurt—a massive load.
"Huu... This is life... Sex..."
Hye-jeong's face, neck, and hair were drenched in my pearly white cum, giving me an immense sense of satisfaction just looking at her.
Especially since upgrading my Virility skill stats and Absolute Cock skill had massively increased my ejaculation volume, leaving Hye-jeong absolutely covered in it.
'When she wakes up, I'll make her eat all this cum.'
I nodded my head a few times, admiring it like a work of art, then grabbed a drink from the fridge and ate the meal Hye-jeong had prepared.
After eating, for some post-meal exercise, I shoved my cock into Hye-jeong's pussy and fucked her sleeping body.
It was a bit tough fitting in my now enormous 30cm monster ultra-sized cock...,
but fortunately, the cum I'd left inside her pussy about six hours ago acted as lube,
allowing my cock to grind its way in with a squelching crunch.
Midway through, Hye-jeong twisted uncomfortably and woke up from her sleep.
I told her I'd handle thrusting and cumming myself, so she should just keep sleeping, and in her half-dazed state, she nodded.
Hye-jeong mumbled that she understood and tried to go back to sleep,
but soon after, she let out lewd moans and fully woke up.
With my cock even bigger now, it seemed she couldn't just sleep peacefully.
"Eut...♡ ...W-what is this...? ...M-my pussy hurts. It hurts so much...!
Heut...♡ Y-you're too big and thick...♡ Ahut...♡ It hurts so baaad...!
Eut♡ Uheut♡ ...I-it's tearing. S-stop...! Ahuk...! It hurts!!"
Unfortunately, Hye-jeong's pussy couldn't fully accommodate my 30cm monster ultra-sized cock.
About two-thirds went in, but any more was impossible, and its girth was so extreme I worried it might tear her.
'150% is still too much... Guess I need to slowly stretch her out over time...'
So, I reluctantly shrank it down.
Dropping to 100% increase at 24cm, Hye-jeong's expression looked much more bearable than before.
She still whined that her pussy hurt,
so I pistoned very slowly while dumping cum into her pussy.
I'd originally planned to cum once and head out to shoot more zombies,
but my boosted virility was fueling even more ejaculation urges.
In the end, I blasted over 30 more loads into Hye-jeong's pussy.
Hye-jeong had already gone full ahegao, passed out in ecstasy, and even pissed herself on the bed.
Her lower belly was bulging slightly where her womb was, stuffed full of cum.
"Huu... Now that's satisfying."
I got up feeling great and headed back outside to shoot more guns.
The sun had already set.
'I did pound quite a bit into Hye-jeong...'
I pondered what gun to use.
9mm pistols were out since I'd used all the 9mm ammo.
I could resupply on the second floor, but it was a hassle.
Then my eyes landed on the SLR in my Subspace Storage.
The SLR is classified as a Designated Marksman Rifle (DMR) in Battlegrounds 2 and uses 7.62mm rounds.
Something about this gun just felt right for now.
I loaded up 7.62mm ammo and pulled out the SLR.
With night fallen, I attached a 4x night vision scope to the SLR and a suppressor to the muzzle.
I swapped to an extended mag and added a cheek pad stock.
Fully kitted out, I leaned against the windowsill to distribute the weight and took aim.
The zombies between my building 210 and 207 were the targets.
I'd definitely cleared them out with one sweep before going inside earlier, but more had crawled in to take their spots.
- Thwung! Thwung! Thwung! -
Even with the suppressor, it was definitely louder than the VSS.
If I'd used this instead of the crossbow or VSS on nearby zombies, it would've pulled aggro for sure.
Even now, from over 200m away, a few sensitive zombies tilted their heads and looked my way.
It was subtle, like they were pondering whether to come or not—did these things even have thoughts or doubts?
Of course, I prioritized those sensitive ones, slamming 7.62mm rounds into their heads.
After using shit guns like the VSS, the DMR SLR felt heavenly.
- Thwung! Thwung! Thwung! -
I calmly kept firing, swapping empty mags until I'd emptied several.
Zombies in the area between 210 and 207 dwindled until none were left.
"Guess it's safe to head down now."
I stowed the SLR in my Subspace Storage, stretched a bit, and thought it over.
'Go now? Or rest first?'
After a moment, I decided finishing it in one go was best.
I pulled out a night vision goggles set farmable from Battlegrounds 2's night map on the second floor, strapped them on, and grabbed the UMP45.
9mm was depleted, 7.62mm and 5.56mm were for occasional use, but .45 ACP was piling up since I rarely used it—so UMP45 it was.
I kitted it fully: red dot sight, laser sight, vertical grip, suppressor, extended quick-draw mag.
Then I carefully descended the stairs.
Reaching the first floor, I passed through the already shattered apartment lobby glass door.
Crunching over broken glass shards made a rustle rustle sound.
This was the first time leaving the apartment since the zombie apocalypse hit.
No special emotions or anything,
I just pondered how I'd fuck the woman I'd link up with soon.
Now that I was on the first floor,
before heading to the other building, I test-fired the UMP45 at distant zombies.
- Tung! Tung! Tung! Tung! Tung! -
The suppressed UMP45 was louder than the VSS but quieter than the suppressed SLR.
Within 200m of my 210 building, I'd already cleared most with VSS and SLR from above, so no zombies reacted to the suppressed UMP45 shots.
I cautiously walked toward the building 207 apartment where that woman lived, the one I'd targeted earlier.
Wary of zombies hidden in blind spots that weren't visible from 210's upper floors,
but between 210 and 207, there wasn't a single zombie.
'Nice. Safe entry into 207.'
I entered the lobby door for units 5 and 6 in 207.
- Rustle rustle -
Here too, the lobby door was already smashed, reduced to glass shards.
I climbed the stairs in one go to the 20th floor.
'Thanks to me pulling tons of aggro with grenades from my apartment way earlier..., the stairs here are zombie-free and quiet.'
Staying alert, I raced from 1st to 20th floor in a flash.
If it were my old pathetic stamina, I'd be gasping and exhausted,
but with 'Stamina Lv.10' buffs, I was fine.
'...2005? Or was it 2006...?'
Recalling where that woman had been, I reasoned it out...,
leaning toward 2005, so I lightly knocked on 2005's door like testing.
- Knock knock -
No response.
I knocked again.
- Knock knock knock -
Still nothing.
'...2006? ...Or maybe sleeping?'
Didn't seem like 2006...,
so probably sleeping.
With no choice, I just pressed the doorbell.
- Ding dong! -
After pressing and waiting,
rustling sounds came from inside.
'...Not a zombie, right?'
Waiting more, a young woman's scared, tense voice came from the intercom speaker below the doorbell.
"...A-are you the, the soldier from 210 earlier...? Sniff..., sob... Thank you so much... Sniff... I'm saved now... Thank you, God..."
"...Uh, well..., but I'm not a soldier. Anyway, you're the woman who signaled me with the sunlight and mirror earlier, right?"
"...Y-yes, that's me. ...I-it's me. Sniff..., sob... But you're really not military? Your outfit looks totally like a soldier's... Sob..."
She must see my outfit on the intercom screen.
I thought about what I was wearing.
Hm..., Level 3 vest and Level 3 helmet from Battlegrounds,
real-world camo arm guards for limb protection, and my custom plate carrier on top...,
4-eye night vision goggles, pro full-kit UMP45...
To an outsider, it'd look like special forces gear.
"Not military. Anyway, open the door. I'm here to rescue you."
"...W-wait a sec. ...I'll open it right away. Just hold on..."