Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Hye-jeong's Younger Sister
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Solomon, to be honest, the reason I'd pushed through that dangerous highway swarming with zombies, enduring all this bullshit hardship to get here, was for Hye-jeong's younger sister—supposedly four times prettier than her.
Five years younger than Hye-jeong, and four times prettier, or so the story went...
Hye-jeong was the kind of loyal bitch pussy slut who could turn one shot into four, but her little sister Hye-yeon? She had to be four times better—making one shot into sixteen, the miraculous cunt loyal bitch pussy pussy slut that could get even the most impotent dick rock hard in an instant. That's what I'd been hoping for.
'Of course it'd be like this... I knew it. I knew from the start. I knew this ending was coming. Honestly, that Hye-jeong bitch reeked of lies.'
No fantasy-level pussy pussy slut like that existed.
Her face was just as pretty as Hye-jeong's, but her body was a tad inferior—breasts and ass a little smaller, giving off a relatively cuter vibe. That was the only sister there was.
'Hye-jeong's a solid F-cup, so this one's probably... around D to E?'
Thanks to my Insight stat boosting my observation skills, after a thorough check, it seemed very likely she was a full, packed D-cup.
Well... considering the Korean average, even this was something to be grateful for...
A country where more than half the women are A-cups.
'If I said I was disappointed a Korean girl's tits were only D-cup, I'd just get called an entitled prick spouting nonsense. Yeah, even I'd flame someone online for posting that.'
If Hye-jeong had that pregnancy-optimized, cum-hungry bitch pussy slut body style, then her sister Hye-yeon, being blood-related, had a bit of that too—but leaning more toward a cute style.
The sisters looked a lot alike, but Kim Hye-yeon had a smaller frame and a more cat-like cuteness.
'This one's pretty damn hot too, no doubt. Still, I'm pissed she tricked me. I had some expectations. Four times... I was expecting four times prettier. She betrayed me. Hye-jeong's getting her pussy spanked when I get back. It smelled like bullshit, but I kept the hope train running. At least twice as pretty, I thought.'
I decided on Hye-jeong's punishment as I headed back to my apartment.
I'd smack her pussy with my palm.
The pussy's a woman's weak spot, so it'd hurt like hell, but I'd do it lightly, SM-play style, as punishment.
"...Um, you're a soldier, right? Is my sister really okay?"
"Yeah. She's fine."
I answered in a low voice, annoyed and not in the mood.
But I didn't add, "She's living great as my pussy slave."
"...Phew. Thank goodness. Sniff... sob... I thought my sister was dead too... sob... sniff... I was just quietly waiting for my own turn to die..."
"I heard you have parents. Where are they?"
'Hope the mom's a hot young-looking beauty. Then I could do sister rice bowl plus mother-daughter combo. If dad's alive, maybe bring him along and "accidentally" kill him later?'
"......, ...My parents, ...sniff, sob... sob... waaah..."
The girl burst into full-on tears.
It was the obvious story.
99% chance her parents had turned into zombies or died.
"Got it. I can guess what happened. Anyway, let's get out of here. Anything you wanna grab? Oh... leave most luggage behind. We have everything at our hideout."
"...Sniff, sob... sniff... Yeah... just a sec. Sniff..."
Hye-jeong's sister Hye-yeon went inside and came back with just one family photo frame from their happier days.
I asked if that was really all since it was so minimal, but Hye-yeon just shook her head slightly, tears streaming down.
"Sniff... I just wanna get to my sister fast. Sob... I wanna see her even a little sooner. Sniff..."
'Still, this is too bare-bones. If there's any food or water in the house, I should subspace it. Feels wasteful to farm nothing.'
"Mind if I step in? Gotta grab anything useful. Water and food?"
I asked Kim Hye-yeon's permission and stepped inside in my combat boots.
"Over there. Not much left."
Following her gesture to the kitchen cabinet, I rummaged through... and yeah, barely anything.
Bottled water for drinking was almost gone too.
'Really nothing worth taking. If I'd come three days later, she'd have been starving. Water she could've handled from the tap before it cut off.'
I looked around the house, but nothing useful caught my eye.
In what seemed like her parents' master bedroom, I spotted a wedding photo of Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon's folks from their younger days.
Both the man and woman were smiling brightly—total hottie and stud material.
I could see exactly where Kim Hye-jeong and Kim Hye-yeon's genes came from.
Though the guy in the photo looked kinda pale and drained of vitality for some reason.
Seeing Hye-jeong's mom in her youth made it click instantly.
'Hye-jeong's mom... fucking gorgeous back in the day. Shit. Time machine to 30 years ago to rail her nonstop.'
Of course, after popping out two kids and three decades later, the four-person family photo Hye-yeon grabbed earlier showed she was still pretty, but time leaves its mark.
A refined, elegant aging beauty. Kinda youthful for mid-50s, looking 40s-ish, but not my type.
"...Probably grabbed just that small frame 'cause of size and weight, right? No need for food, water, or daily stuff. Bring me anything with family memories. Photo albums, graduation pics, whatever."
"...Pardon?"
"Easier to show than tell."
I demonstrated the subspace.
Putting stuff in and pulling it out as I pleased.
Volume limit, sure, but unless I'm cramming in fridges or wardrobes wholesale, most things fit fine.
"...H-how... is that possible...?"
"Explanations later. Point is, I can store stuff like this. Everything I mentioned before—any keepsakes for you sisters, grab 'em all. Won't be back here anytime soon. Not till I've cleared most zombies around anyway."
"...... Yeah."
Figured I'd grab some gifts Hye-jeong might like too.
Pissed she tricked me, but she's hot, so whatever.
If her little sister packs family mementos, she'll be pretty touched by me, right?
'Touched enough to slurp my cum down like it's delicious from now on.'
Maybe even evolve into a devoted pussy slave genuinely eager to bear my kids.
Hye-jeong lied about her sister being four times prettier, sure, but as her pussy slave's Master, I'd forgive it with a big heart.
Lying about looks to save her sis? Like I said, pussy-spanking SM punishment covers it.
Kim Hye-jeong's sister Kim Hye-yeon gathered up family memory items and handed them over.
Family photo album sets, parents' photo frames, Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon's various graduation albums... etc.
I subspace'd them all. Barely took any space.
"...Just to be thorough and ask anyway. I hate getting backstabbed later, and I despise those typical apocalypse melodrama plots. Your parents are definitely dead, right? Turned zombies? You saw it with your own eyes?"
Kim Hye-yeon looked puzzled at my question, but my serious gaze got her to answer straight.
"......, ......, They turned into zombies. I saw it clear as day with my own eyes... They got bitten by zombies, sniff, sniff. They went out the front door on purpose so it wouldn't spread to me. Sob, sniff, then they turned... sniff... sob... A few days ago, some car horn from somewhere lured them away... Sob... sniff... sniff... sob... Sorry, I keep crying..."
"Nah. It's fine to cry. Anyway... thanks for confirming."
No way I wanted some twist where Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon's parents turn out alive, maybe allied with my enemies or captured as hostages, forcing betrayal or defection bullshit. So I checked firm.
Now just take this crying girl back to the apartment where Pussy Slave #1 and #2 await.
I was about to tell her to follow when I realized I'd forgotten the most important part.
"Oh, almost forgot the most important thing."
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"Take off your clothes."