The Reason You Need a Woman at Mealtime

"Master. Time to eat~"

After washing up, I enjoyed the kimchi jjigae Heejung had made. Chuuup— Chuuubup— Si-young made sure I got my protein intake on top of the stew. Kekeke, I'd always wanted to try this at least once. A slave eating beside me while my official wife sucked my cock under the table during the meal. The roles felt reversed, but it didn't matter. I took a spoonful of rice, pressed down on Si-young's head once, then ate some stew and patted her. Ahem. Si-young had already done this a few times, so she used her throat-pussy with complete freedom. With my cock shoved all the way down her throat, she flicked her tongue lightly here and there. That little trick had a real kick to it. I'd already thought she was fucking amazing, but I didn't expect her to improve this fast.

Her snow-white naked body sucking my cock from behind, those tits too big to be fully hidden by her torso swaying beneath her—it was a goddamn masterpiece. The bonus was her silk-like hair constantly brushing against my crotch, feeling damn good.

Chuuubuup⋯? Whenever she buried her head to the root and pulled back toward the glans, she'd look up to check if I was enjoying it. That ruined face stretched wide by my thick cock was pretty hot too. Those big, deer-like eyes staring up at me were beautiful as well. Whoa. How the fuck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠does a person have eyes this big?

While eating, I met her gaze and stroked the back of her head. Uuum—♡ She grinned. Only then did Si-young smile.

"Oah. Good, mawster?"

"The hell are you saying… Hey, don't pull it out. I'm about to cum."

I pressed her head down one last time, shoving my cock all the way in. Byurrrrt! Byurt—⋯ Byurt!Gulp— Keck— Haa⋯ That felt good. Si-young's pale, slender neck rippled in waves as she swallowed the long spurt of cum.

"Show me if there's any left."

"Behh— Heehee."

"Kekeke, swallow it. Then clean up and come eat."

"Gulp— Yesss⋯ But oppa, I think I'm full already⋯"

"Then eat later. Sitting on my lap and feeding me would be nice though."

Chuuubup— Jjoooop— She sucked out every last drop, then settled onto my right thigh. Her left arm wrapped around my neck while her right hand diligently scooped up rice and side dishes.

"Ah, hot. Fuck, don't give me the soup. This shit's scalding."

Even without the soup, the rice and sides tasted great. Though honestly, I wasn't sure if I was eating or just breathing through my nose. Those two watermelons jiggling in front of my eyes looked way more appetizing.

"By the way⋯ Si-young, you're an E-cup, right? They look bigger than that⋯"

"That's right, unni. I got measured as E-cup because my underbust is a bit wider."

Guess that's a thing. I didn't know the details, but apparently even with a slim waist, the measurement area affects the cup size. Whatever. I kneaded Si-young's slender waist with one hand and her tits with the other, eating the food she fed me like a baby bird. Every so often I'd suck on her nipples too. They didn't have any special flavor, but in my opinion, this was the best side dish for a meal. Even a miser would've preferred these tits over dried fish if he had them.

Status Window

Active Skills: Minimap (Women, Monsters, Food), Shop (Food, Weapons, Abilities)

Passive Skills: Inventory 12/12

For now, I put the remaining points into stamina. Same numbers feel nicer, and stamina's an important stat for sex anyway.

Stats Stamina 14

I emptied the inventory, set up the bed, and left the laundry to Heejung. It's not like she's soaking things in water and scrubbing by hand, so she'll manage fine on her own. Since I'm planning to hit the gas station tonight, I only left the speakers behind.

Shop

Hmm⋯ My points went up a lot. Those pharmacy bastards actually left me quite the gift. Stat points, 2600 MKP, and an expanded shop list. It's weird that killing people increases MKP, and annoying that they give more points than regular mobs. Feels like the system is encouraging murder. Still, I'm pretty grateful to those pharmacy fucks for giving so generously. Go rot in whatever shallow hell you ended up in. Your corpses were a damn good loot anyway.

The most important gift: as soon as I hit level 11, the shop list expanded. If it expands again at level 21, that'll confirm the pattern. Food options now include flour and chicken breast. Weapons got the "Normal" series added— the list was long, so I skipped it. I'll try a normal sword or normal blade once this shabby sword breaks. The real deal is the abilities. I'd been missing something crucial, and the system fixed it.

Abilities

Shit, this is it. "Purchase Pregnancy Control Semen." A passive skill was added, and I immediately set the pregnancy function to off. Phew— I'd really been fucking without thinking. Why didn't I grab condoms from the pharmacy? And why the hell didn't Heejung explain that I needed to use them? I'll just be careful from now on. If someone's already pregnant⋯ I'll raise it. I'm not the kind of guy who can't feed one extra family member.

Excited, I bought it without looking at anything else. Examining the rest, I couldn't tell which sword technique was better just from the names. "There's Plum Blossom Sword Techniques too⋯ Does it make plum blossoms scatter every time I use it? Fuck, that'd just draw aggro."

I dismissed the multiple options. Even looking again, I couldn't tell the sword techniques apart. In the end, I just picked the first one on the list. After also buying Acceleration, the entire shop list disappeared. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Same thing happened when I chose the basic sword technique—maybe there's a limit on the number of skills?

I praised myself again for buying Pregnancy Control Semen first. Now that's a real skill. Let's try Acceleration. The surroundings wavered—whether I got faster or everything slowed down, I couldn't tell. For an experiment, I threw a pencil and watched it fall in slow motion. So that's how it works. I'd need some practice to use it in real combat. The question was whether this ran on mana. Did physical-type hunters have to stack strength, agility, stamina, and mana? That'd be way too broken, wouldn't it? I hadn't seen anyone spamming magic yet, but if intelligence and mana stats existed separately, there had to be a reason.

I kept experimenting. Acceleration could be used for quite a while. When it automatically deactivated, I felt drained like I'd just had sex ten times in a row. Right. This makes sense. My shop skills seemed fixed as stamina-based now. For some reason, giving that 1 point to mana felt like a huge waste.

While recovering stamina, I simulated Mujong Sword Techniques in my head.

・1st Form: Nakil (Falling Sun)

・2nd Form: Pyeongdan (Horizontal Cleave)

・3rd Form: Sawol (Slanting Moon)

Despite the flashy names, they were just vertical slash, horizontal slash, and diagonal slash. Felt like basic fundamentals with fancy names slapped on. Even standing up and trying them didn't feel ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much different. What, did I pull a dud?

I quickly went outside and tested on a zombie. Nakil. Using Acceleration and Nakil, I could clearly see it in slow motion—from head to toe. The sword passed through like cutting tofu. Chak— Even the sound was quiet. Zombies were still human bodies originally. No way they'd be this easy to cut. When using the basic sword technique, I had to worry about the blade getting stuck and swinging carefully to avoid combat interference. Now, no matter how I swung, there was zero resistance to the shabby sword's path. The effect was surprisingly good.

I tried moving my sluggish brain a bit. Stamina consumption was minimal. It felt like I could spam it like a passive without issues. But maintaining it for long periods made stamina drain continuously. I'd need to practice controlling it. Also, it worked well even with the shabby sword. Did that mean I didn't need a good sword? Probably not. A master doesn't blame his tools, but that's only when the audience is ordinary people—basic tools still look impressive then. To earn recognition among experts, you still need good equipment.

Lastly, could I cut anything for sure in combat now? Probably not. It was still a beginner skill. On the minimap, I occasionally saw orcs or trolls. Luna Wolf? What the fuck was that? Something ridiculously strong got added. Red name. I'd have to go way around that. Anyway, higher-tier monsters would have high base defense. Conclusion: I got the ultimate ability for clearing small fry. Now I felt like I had at least one way to deal with orcs or trolls too. Not that I was about to run over yelling "Duel me, you bastard!" though.

To recover the lost stamina, I went home and took a nap. When I woke up—Chuuubup— Jjoooook—Squish squish— Si-young and Heejung were playing with my cock.

"You little shits! I'm trying to recover stamina and move, what the hell are you doing?"

"Should we stop, Master?"

"⋯Keep going with what you were doing."

"Yes. Understood, Master."

"Heehee. Chuuoooop—"

Anyway, total perverts. Heejung beside her seemed to have been corrupted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠too. It was still the late night of day 3. Originally I'd been living normally—moving in the morning, sleeping at night—but somehow I'd turned into a night owl. I needed to move as fast as possible in the early stages before others started moving. The reason I was moving this quickly wasn't some grand goal of saving the world. If that were the case, I'd have avoided unhelpful actions like this and focused on getting stronger. Just protecting myself safely while enjoying the women in front of me was enough. That's why I'm moving now. How ironic. When would I ever get to rest comfortably?

—I left the house to blow up the gas station. The first place I arrived at was the LPG station. Unlike before, LPG spreads toxic gas in the air, so flames could cause an immediate explosion. I needed some preparation. I used the diesel I'd prepared in advance to make a long trail. Then I set up the speakers so noise would trigger with just a button press. Finally, I damaged the LPG tank.

"Ugh. The smell's already intense."

Since remote control of the speakers wasn't possible, I played a song and quickly ran to the end of the diesel trail. In the deep darkness of night, loud singing suddenly echoed through what should have been a quiet moment.

[My love for you~ is unconditional~]

Trot music. Let me be clear—this wasn't my taste. I just picked it because it seemed to have the highest decibels. Zombies wouldn't ignore the gas station just because it wasn't girl group or boy group songs. I like rock. They probably wouldn't think that and lose interest. Though, rock huh⋯ Heavy metal might've been louder. I'll try that next time. Did Heejung's phone have any heavy metal? Or Si-young's? Whoever, today we're going with trot. After waiting a bit—Whoa. They were swarming. The speakers were definitely more effective than car alarms. Now if I lit the fire—Chiiik— I sparked the flames with a lighter. But the fire stopped midway and wouldn't advance further. The zombies must've erased the diesel trail while moving. Damn. Plan B. I threw a Molotov cocktail in the end. Using my increased strength to the fullest—Shwiik— At some point—KWAAAAAANG—Pubung—Pung—Wak. My eyes. Got flashbanged, but thanks to that I got to witness that awesome scene. Whoa, that's fucking insane.

What? Uh⋯ Sorry about that⋯ Fuck, they definitely weren't showing on the minimap.