Si-Young Finally Wears It. Hooray!
Clack—
“Ah. Oppa, you’re back~”
The sound of rapid pitter-patter footsteps rushed toward me. She had been about to greet me with a bright, refreshing smile, but the moment she saw Ji-hye’s state her face crumpled.
“Oppa… didn’t you say you were going hunting? What exactly is this situation?”
“Shut up. We’re still short, so strip and wait on all fours over there.”
“Hehe. Yesss~♡”
Si-young laughed as if her little scheme had succeeded, wiggling her plump ass left and right while she peeled off her clothes. After I’d also taken care of Hee-jung, who kept stealing glances from the side, I waited until Ji-hye had recovered her senses. I taught her how to store the wilted vegetables and the food that was nearing its expiration date inside the inventory, then left the house.
Today I planned to get a rough grasp of the local power structures. My minimap had only reached about half of Uiwang City so far, so I needed to move around in person. Even this was a huge improvement. Covering all of South Korea might be impossible, but it looked like it would still take a long time before the map could expand to a practical size for the entirety of Gyeonggi Province.
Still, I had already felt the difference when raising my stats. The gap between Strength 10 and Strength 20. Numerically it was only double, yet the actual power I felt was more than twice that. If stats grew exponentially, maybe the skills did too. If I’d been a little smarter I would have figured it out already. The calculations were just too annoying.
When I traveled I used a mountain bike I’d found. Just in case, I checked whether any motorcycles still worked. They didn’t. Fuck. I avoided fights as much as possible, but I couldn’t dodge them all.
Swoooooosh— Thud, thud, thud.
Knife in hand, boosted by my increased stamina and strength, the bike flew forward. At that speed I barely had to swing; zombie heads simply embroidered the sky. By the time the sound of them hitting the ground reached me I had already left them far behind. I finally understood why people loved mounted combat. The speed, the thrill… it was addictive. I could see myself getting hooked.
I wasn’t planning to join any of these factions just because I’d scouted them. It would only cause endless headaches for my women, and jealous assholes were bound to appear. I figured several groups had already been taken over by hunters. In an era where power was law, the government was nowhere to be seen. As ability users grew stronger at an exponential rate, the gap between them and ordinary people only widened. Survivors naturally gathered around the hunters who could actually protect them.
I’d gather information now and use it later. From what I saw today, every faction had internal conflicts. Those cracks would be useful. On the map Uiwang City looked like a chicken drumstick. The districts themselves were basically meaningless, but we were located in the western part.
Hmm. About twenty women in this direction.
I carried the map with me and wrote everything down carefully. Sure enough, there were no large groups yet. Most seemed to be scattered like small point organizations, gathering in tiny clusters.
As I traveled east along the northern side—holy shit. This was bad. Twelve hundred? What the hell? Just counting the women, twelve hundred meant the total headcount was around twenty-four hundred. It was impossible to guess whether the men were the type to act out and die quickly or the type to awaken by chance and survive. I simply doubled the number to be safe. This place definitely needed a closer look.
Hiding where my line of sight could reach, I watched. On the fifth day of the apocalypse they were already running what looked like a city-management simulation. Fuck, this was exactly why I could survive by blowing up gas stations. Everyone here was insanely busy.
They had already built a decent first line of defense. On one side people hauled construction materials, reinforcing barricades or stacking them into actual castle walls. Dozens of people were pushing a single car. Since there were plenty of auto-related companies nearby, they had no shortage of materials or variety. In another area people were eating while a line of women waited to be fucked. They must be taking turns. If I joined that line, would they let me have a go? Probably not.
After wandering a little I found sectors where people fought outside the walls, teams preparing food, and groups carrying papers to verify information. They moved with surprising organization and energy. Of course there were probably people slacking inside buildings or lying sick somewhere, but everyone visible looked busy. Every so often I saw survivors being escorted toward the walls. Even small children had survived this long. They really were decent people.
Until now I had been wary, wondering if they might turn hostile. But watching them deliberately take in children, the elderly, women, and the injured, it seemed they were a relatively neutral, good-aligned group. The whole “eating while fucking” scene was simply a common economic system in this new world. Those who exerted strength received sex as reward; those who exerted their bodies received food. Without money, with food and supplies scarce, no one would work if they didn’t get something in return. The ruling faction also had to prepare for the future, so they would try to conserve resources as much as possible. Winter was coming and farming would soon be impossible. Unless they had a Shop ability like mine—or something similar—this was probably one of the only ways to feed so many mouths.
I once again realized just how blessed I was. Even though I worked hard, the burden I felt was comparatively light. For now I marked this place as a neutral faction. Heading south, I found exactly what I expected—lots of small point organizations. The minimap occasionally picked up clusters of one or two hundred women, but nothing on the scale of the earlier group.
After circling the whole area, my mediocre brain roughly calculated the numbers. Around four thousand women. Doubling it gave eight thousand total. Uiwang City used to have about one hundred eighty thousand residents. Surprisingly, a lot of people had survived. I had thought even one percent—eighteen hundred people—would be lucky. Still, the minimap only detected women. I couldn’t completely rule out the existence of all-male groups.
The thought that even more people might be surviving in this cramped territory, and that any of them could become our enemies at any time, made me consider forming my own proper group. I already had a few candidates in mind. Some looked like they would be fun to infiltrate. As for the girls’ opinions… there was no need to ask. If I said we were moving, they would follow. There was no chance they would refuse me.
Honestly, even though I treated them like this bitch and that bitch and fucked them whenever I wanted, none of them were the type to submit to just anyone. One was a healer, one was a pharmacist, one was… a pervert? It was hard to find the positives. Ha… Si-young, at least you’re pretty. Let’s have a drink~
With that thought I headed toward a shopping area I had spotted earlier. A lingerie store. Fuck it. I was definitely going to make that Si-young bitch wear a bra at least once.
Oh, this looks fucking hot. Taking it.
Anything reasonably pretty that caught my eye went into the inventory. How the hell was I supposed to know their exact sizes? I had groped them plenty, but I didn’t know the precise measurements. Thinking they might be useful later, I focused on the ACE sizes. For reference, ACE stood for Ji-hye, Hee-jung, and Si-young—in order of breast size.
By the time I returned home it was already pitch black. Even with my improved stats letting me travel quickly, I had spent time taking notes along the way. More than that, since I had gone far anyway I cleared out every gas station I came across. I had now finished every station in Uiwang City and the immediately neighboring areas. Today alone I blew up seven. I only leveled up twice. Efficiency was dropping.
In the middle of it all some bearded, rough-looking uncle had picked a fight. “Hey buddy, you don’t look like you’re from around here. What the hell are you doing with no sense of decency?” I gave him a shabby dagger as a present, but I threw it too fast and he caught it with his face instead of his hand. Feeling a little sorry, I prayed that in his next life he would be reborn as a pretty smiling girl through gender reassignment.
“Oppa, you’re back.”
“Welcome home, Master.”
“Hehe. You’re back, Oppa♡”
“Thank you for your hard work, Savior-nim.”
The women greeted me every single time I returned. It felt wonderful. They must have decided on an order among themselves; this time Ji-hye slipped into my arms.
Squeeze—
“Did you miss me?”
Sniff, haa—
“Yesss♡”
Having finished confirming her owner, Ji-hye gave me a beautiful smile. If she had a tail it would probably be spinning like a propeller. “All right. Attention!”
She flinched. I pulled out a red lace lingerie set from the inventory and held it against her. Hmm. Fucking pretty. As expected of my taste. I carried everything into the living room and dumped the entire contents of my inventory onto the floor.
Clap— Clap—
“All right. Fashion show, start.”
“Whoa! Oppa, what is all this?”
“I brought it for you, so you’re definitely wearing some.”
“But mine never fits…”
Si-young rummaged through the mountain of underwear, picking out her own sizes and setting them aside. It looked exactly like someone shopping at Dongdaemun; I couldn’t help laughing. “Savior-nim, is it all right if I wear this one?”
Ji-hye held up the red lingerie I had briefly checked against her earlier and stared at me with sparkling eyes.
“Wear that one too. Pick out some others. Actually, never mind. Ji-hye, come here. I’ll dress you myself.”
She would get bored waiting alone. Might as well play dress-up with Ji-hye. “Yes, my Savior-nim♡”
“By the way, being called Savior-nim at the end of every sentence feels a little weird. Don’t you have anything else?”
She thought for a moment, then shook her head cutely. It was fucking adorable. “Um… I don’t know. Savior-nim.”
“Then just call me Jin-woo-nim.”
“Yes… Gu… I mean, Jin-woo-nim.♡”
That still sounded strange, but being called “Hey, Jin-woo” would be even weirder, so I simply nodded. “All right, arms up!”
Ji-hye thrust both arms into the air. On the side, Si-young casually took her position and started stripping as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Thank goodness Hee-jung had stopped her and dragged her away earlier. Ha… The best part of a fashion show is not knowing what’s going to come out. You thoughtless girl, Yu Si-young.