Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Acquired Pussy Slave No. 2
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- Clatter, crash -
A brief commotion echoed from inside the apartment, but not even three seconds later, a disheveled woman in her early twenties flung open the door to unit 2005, her face flushed bright red.
Unfortunately, she wasn't topless and braless like before.
It would've been so nice to exchange greetings while eyeing those pink nipples up close.
Tsk tsk. No manners at all. She could've at least shown off her tits as a thank you.
Still, a deep sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of my heart at the thought of acquiring a new pussy slave.
Now I just had to bring her safely back to my place, and it'd be a fresh new pussy secured.
'But damn, this bitch reeks. Gotta wash her up before I fuck her.'
I asked the woman if she had any bite marks anywhere.
She wasn't an idiot; she immediately grasped the implication behind my question and shook her head vigorously.
"...N-no, I haven't been bitten at all. ...Before the zombies even showed up, I'd been holed up at home writing ever since university break started...!"
"Everyone says that at first. Gotta check. Take off your clothes."
It was a stroke of genius that popped into my head on the spot.
In a zombie apocalypse, checking for bites is standard procedure, right?
While doing that, I figured I'd have her strip completely to get a good look at her body.
"...C-clothes? ...R-right here? ...In front of you, mister...?"
"Yeah. Right here. In front of me. Everything. Take it all off. ...Underwear too, not a single piece left."
That's right.
Strip completely.
Heh heh heh.
"...U-underwear too?"
"Yeah. Everything."
"...D-do I have to take off my panties too? ...C-can't I just take off my bra...?"
"No. Everything off."
"...S-sob, sniff. ...O-okay.... ...I g-get it. I u-understand.... It's a zombie apocalypse, so... you gotta be thorough... right...."
'...Nah? I just wanna see your tits and pussy?'
But then a sudden thought hit me.
Why had she been topless earlier when signaling me?
"Hey. Speaking of which, when you were signaling me earlier... why were you topless?"
"...Ah, ...y-you, ...s-saw that? ...Oh right, ...y-you had a scope... on your gun...."
"Yeah. Anyway, why were you topless?"
"...Well, our apartment's AC just had to break..., it was hot.... ...I'd already called the repair guy, but then the zombie apocalypse hit...."
"Is that so? It's not even that sweltering yet."
"...I was gonna try something with the sheets. Like a rope to escape. That's why I was undressing—to gather all the fabric and twist it into a rope."
"A sheet rope...? Fine, clothes make sense. But you were braless. Were you planning to use your bra for something?"
"...Th-that. ...Haa, ...fine, I'll be honest. ...I thought everyone was dead. ...So I was just indulging in some freedom. ...Yeah. ...Please don't ask anymore. Haaa...."
Indulging in freedom?
What did that mean...?
Ah... she thought everyone was dead and stripped naked completely...?
Then she must've been panty-less too...
So the panties were her last shred of conscience...? What a shame...
While we talked, she'd already stripped down to her underwear—bra and panties off.
Swallowing her shame, she showed me her entire body to prove she had no wounds.
I made sure her efforts weren't wasted, inspecting her body very carefully and meticulously.
"...Y-you're really checking so thoroughly...."
"Of course. Even a tiny bite can turn you. Gotta be thorough and detailed. Turn around. Hmm, now back to the front."
"...R-right. Ah, o-okay...."
From head to toe.
Every single finger and every single toe.
And most importantly of all...
"...Kyaa! ...H-hey! Why are you touching my breasts...!"
"They could've been bitten there too."
"You can just look!"
"Quiet. Your tits are so big I have to check all around."
"...Th-that's...!"
"Stay still and quiet. Don't wanna agro the zombies, right? It'll be over quick if you hold still."
I kneaded her breasts to my heart's content, tweaking and pinching those pink nipples...
The college girl's face turned beet red.
She'd caught on.
Anyone could see this wasn't a zombie bite check—it was just groping her tits.
"Now spread your legs wide. Gotta properly check between your thighs too."
"...L-lies! ...Y-you just wanna touch my body...! ...Th-this is sexual assault!"
"So what? Spread 'em."
I casually touched the UMP45 slung over my shoulder with one hand, half-aiming the barrel at her.
The college girl realized what my gesture meant and trembled as she slowly parted her legs.
"Hmm... face is average, but those tits, nipples, and pussy are top-tier. Not quite Hye-jeong level, but still fuckable.... Nice body for pounding."
I leaned in close to her widely spread legs and inspected her pussy meticulously.
It looked brand new, untouched, with no pigmentation—a perfect pink pussy.
As I spread her pussy lips with my fingers to peer inside,
the college girl held her breath and began sobbing pitifully.
For some reason, this situation was starting to turn me on big time.
A college girl, legs spread for her first-ever guy, getting her pussy inspected and sobbing in tears...
Fuck, this is hot as hell. This is exactly the thrill.
This is why I hunt women in the apocalypse.
I stared piercingly into her moist pink pussy depths.
As I fingered her clit and pussy more, she shuddered and tears streamed down her face.
To savor this moment longer, I inspected her pussy even more carefully.
The vibe right now was perfect.
I wanted to luxuriate in it a bit more...
"...S-sob, hic... h-hic...."
While enjoying her continuous sobbing like it was classical music as I examined her pussy, I noticed something odd.
Why does it feel like there's a membrane inside...? Wait... no way...?
"...Huh? No way.... Hey. Are you a virgin...?"
"H-hic..., sob.... H-hic...."
"Hey. I'm asking if you're a virgin. Answer me."
I nudged the barrel closer again,
and with her face a mess of tears and snot, the college girl nodded.
She was a virgin.
'Jackpot. Sex...! Bingo!!!'
A virgin pussy!
I scored a virgin pussy.
Get! Gotcha~! Woo-hoo~!!
"How old are you and still a virgin? You're in college, with big tits and a great body...?"
From what I knew, pretty girls or handsome guys all lose their virginity quick.
So I asked out of curiosity.
The college girl couldn't answer easily through her sobs.
I had to wait a bit for her to calm down.
After a few minutes of her shoulders heaving with sobs,
she'd settled a little and began mumbling responses to my question bit by bit.
"A girl with a body like yours still a virgin—you 20? Just turned adult and started college?"
"...No. I'm a university junior.... ...I just... didn't have much contact with guys.... Went to all-girls middle school and high school, now an all-girls university... so...."
'...Oh, bingo. Sex!'
From what she vaguely said, she was the same age as me in real life.
University junior meant 22 without a gap year, 23 with one.
"No guy contact, so virgin... huh. Well... "
"...I-I did go on a few blind dates.... But I'm not that into romance..., and... um..., I'm introverted.... Being with a guy I just met feels awkward, so...."
"Was gonna say good thing you're a virgin..., anyway, got it. Don't need more details. Come with me now. This place is unsafe— we're going to my apartment."
"...C-can't I... stay?"
I half-raised the barrel again.
Realizing what it meant, the college girl's eyes welled up with tears,
but she said she had things to grab from home.
I said okay and followed her inside.
Inside was pitch dark, save for the glow from a single laptop on in the living room.
The college girl closed the laptop and packed it first, treating it preciously.
From a glance, she'd been writing some kind of document.
'...Writing a will or something? ...On a laptop?'
Maybe because I gave her a curious look,
without me even asking, she started rambling excuses.
"...I-I was originally writing a novel for a web novel contest during break..., b-but after the zombie apocalypse hit, I switched to an essay. ...Th-the protagonist is me. About holding out until death... then awakening...."
"I don't know much about literature, but isn't an essay supposed to be about real events? Did you awaken?"
There were no Awakeners in the Project Zombie World worldview.
Everyone but me was normal.
Still, Tower trial and all, I asked just in case.
"...N-no. ...J-just... felt like something for later...."
"It's fiction then. You're full of shit."
"......"
My brutal fact-check hit her hard; she teared up and hung her head low.