Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Survivor Encounter
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It's been exactly one week since the apocalypse hit Korea.
There probably aren't many guys like me who jump straight into raping women.
I know that because I'm inside the Tower.
In the real world, even if the apocalypse broke out in some country, do you think people would start raping women after just one week?
No way. It's only because this is virtual reality that I can go at it so carefree.
Most people will cling to their morals and laws for at least a year after the apocalypse starts—before total despair sets in.
They'll hold out hope for government rebuilding and military rescue.
Deep down, there's that subconscious fear of social backlash or punishment once society recovers.
Or plenty of folks just have this mindset that it's okay to exploit young guys a bit, but sex crimes? No way.
'The world isn't full of guys like me. There are probably tons of good little suckers who won't lay a hand on a woman even till they die.'
When it comes to women-related stuff, my brain starts spinning fast, and after some deep thinking...
I realize the world is full of all sorts of people.
You can see it from TV news or internet flame wars.
Just look at the daily surprise events and freak accidents...,
Pineapple on pizza or not, mint chocolate, Coke vs. Pepsi, raisins in bread, bean rice... and so on.
'My buddies back in the day couldn't wrap their heads around me making a girl eat semen and rice.
They called it disgusting. Just like how I can't understand pineapple pizza or mint chocolate.
...But hold on—they're fine with blowjobs and straight-up swallowing cum,
so why draw the line at mixing it with rice? Makes no sense.'
They accept plain feeding but freak out at combining it.
Isn't that just some abstract hang-up?
'It's not like I'm eating it. I'm feeding it to the woman.
Hell, facesitting sounds way grosser. Fuck.
Why make a woman lick your dirty ass?
Crazy bastards. Some even want her tongue deep inside stimulating the prostate.'
I shuddered, thinking of that friend who loved rimjobs but called my kink gross.
Feeding a woman rice and cum is way better than her tongue on shit-stained..., ugh... fuck. Makes me wanna puke.
'And if you make her blow you, swallow cum, then eat rice ten seconds later, it all mixes in the esophagus and stomach anyway.
Or reverse it—rice first, then post-meal blowjob and cum dessert. Same difference.
They scarf down pineapple pizza, mint chocolate, raisin bread no problem.
They shrug off rimjobs too, but call mine gross...
And cum won't even give you a disease,
but a bad rimjob? You could get toxic shit buildup, food poisoning, diarrhea, the works.'
What pisses me off most is how they brush off rimjobs but give me shit for mine.
From my view, anyone nagging me deserves ten—no, a hundred times the grief for rimjob lovers.
'Guys who do anal then make her blow without washing are just as bad.
No enema cleans 100%.
From her perspective, she'd pick a semen-topped burger over ass crumbs any day.
Gotta ask Hye-jeong and her sister later.
...For guys, it'd be: lick a woman's ass or eat pussy-juice burger?'
Anyway, the world has all kinds of people, and I'm not the only one with these thoughts.
So there are plenty of grateful suckers who farm loot without ever touching women right up to the end.
If they can't get it, they're just dumber than me—no helping that.
The world needs bottom-feeders like me so the top dogs can claim the prime spots.
'If they're dumber than me..., hmm...
Anyway, should I make raiding those guys' hideouts a regular thing?'
While playing Project Zombie World,
I'd occasionally raid groups of male NPC survivors.
Like hibernating animals stockpiling, I'd swoop in and take it all.
Loot overflowed, but the thrill of stealing what others scraped together? Pure honey.
'Heh heh. Feels like being a mischievous kid again.'
A few raids and they'd move bases or hide stashes,
but I'd track 'em to the end, loot everything, watch where they hid, then steal that too.
'Heh heh heh... Thinking about raiding gets me so fucking pumped...'
I hoped those guys had decked out their hideout nice.
Bonus if they rescued women... especially hot ones.
Yeah, and tons of useful gear farmed up.
'...It's all gonna be mine anyway. And if their base looks better than mine, I can just take the whole thing.'
When tracking their trails,
sometimes they'd have a nicer setup than mine.
In those cases, I'd just seize the base outright.
If they resisted too hard, snipe 'em from afar after grabbing the women as spoils.
'...Come to think of it,
an apartment's got too many issues for long-term living.
If those idiots set up somewhere decent,
I'll track 'em, kill 'em all, and claim their loot, women, and base.'
Apartments suck long-term.
Power's gonna cut soon.
No power means no water.
Apartment's done.
Bet when I track those guys later,
they'll have picked a zombie-apocalypse-proof spot.
Steal the base, their farms, and the women all at once.
A saying popped into my head from somewhere.
'Just killing is noob shit. Using 'em up then killing is mid. Sucking 'em to the marrow is pro. And boiling the bones for broth? That's true veteran.'
I might not be full veteran,
but mid for sure.
Lucky, and I could hit pro.
I'd made up my mind on how to handle these four male survivors.
They were still yapping, flaunting their so-called manly advantages in long-winded speeches.
I cut them off.
"First off, I'm not military."
"Huh...? B-but your uniform..."
"Don't interrupt."
The young punk tried lecturing me on not interrupting—while interrupting with his casual tone.
The four guys' subtle expressions flickered instantly.
Obvious they were pissed and grossed out.
But I was the only one here packing heat.
"......"
"Not military, so no duty to help you, no desire either. Fend for yourselves. That's it."
"...H-ha, but."
The four survivors panicked, fumbling for words.
And they crossed my set 20-meter line.
Naturally, I gave 'em a warning shot.
A .45 ACP round slammed into the asphalt a meter ahead of the approaching idiots.
"Don't come any closer. Don't follow. Disobey, and I treat you as enemies and shoot on sight."
"""......"""
The four froze at my words.
Too flustered to even speak easily.
I hadn't expected much reaction anyway, so after watching them a bit, I turned to head toward my original goal.
Hye-jeong needed to go save her sister—no more time wasting on these clowns.
"...W-wait! ...Th-then, at least a gun... please, just a pistol from your belt... please..."
What bullshit is this? I thought.
"Cut the crap."
"...Please let us live! We'll all die like this...!"
"What do you want me to do? Fuck off."
"But still!"
"Keep babbling, and I shoot."
"...Survivors have to stick together! Otherwise...!"
I decided to plug the nonstop talker's forehead as an example.
Quick aim—the laser sight dot locked on his brow.
The other three caught the dire shift and frantically waved no-shoot hands while yanking the blabbermouth back.
"...S-stop it, man! He's seriously gonna shoot...!"
"W-wait a sec. We'll take him. Calm down..., c'mon, bro. Let's bail. Now!"
Especially the two older ones—they aggressively dragged him back.
The eldest-looking, mid-to-late 50s guy, kept trying to leave me with a good impression.
His effort was almost admirable.
"...A-anyway, thanks for clearing the zombies nearby. This street should be safe for a bit. Appreciate it. Take care."
Is this what grown-up survival smarts look like?
Realizing the gun guy rules, he bowed nonstop, thanked me for the zombies, then backed off to keep distance.
Desperately working to avoid earning my grudge.
'Hmm.'
They scattered like I might change my mind and shoot.
Hell, I was half-tempted—just off 'em to avoid the hassle.
They might hold grudges and cause trouble later.
'...But they didn't do anything to earn real hate or rage.
A bit spineless, sure..., heh heh.
They're not dumb enough to track down my base over this.'
For anyone facing an armed special forces type,
even anger issues turn into perfect anger management.
If not, I can administer bullet therapy—way better than financial.
Free headshot implant, and they turn sweet and silent.
Bonus: onlookers nearby get tame too. Best positive ripple effect ever.
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