Second Trial (5)

Sighing, I looked down at her. My head throbbed. Was this a dream or reality? If it was reality, what a shame. Reality always had a way of running from expectations.

"Padding, huh? And check out that makeup, you bitch."

"Kak! Kraaaagh!"

The female zombie writhed. I was at a loss for words. Her roar somehow sounded like mocking laughter. A deep sigh rose from my chest.

I nodded slowly.

"Look, I'm a really open-minded guy, you know?"

"Kahak, kaak!"

"Ex-hookers, players, feminists—as long as it's not that crap, I don't discriminate against pretty girls."

"Kehaaaagh!"

"But padding? You fucking bitch. Were you a traitor in a past life? This violates basic decency."

"Kak?"

"No, seriously, washboard tits? What were you doing while everyone else's grew?"

"Kak? Kaak!"

"At least get some implants or something. This is just... Are you trying to starve your future kids?"

My mind went hazy. I didn't want to believe this reality. Makeup like a costume and padding on top. Walking the streets lately, I'd seen plenty of women with suspiciously prominent chests over their clothes. Most were probably padded. I knew Asian girls' limits all too well. But still, padding. Without it, her chest collapsed like a house of cards, revealing the flat board beneath.

"Huuu."

I tamped down my anger. She had a nice ass and a passable face. Add watermelon-sized tits? Perfect number two slave material. But padding. Unforgivable. The judge might pardon her, but not me.

"They say people pay for their mistakes. Take your punishment sweetly."

"Krah aaaagh!"

"Then die."

I coated my fist thickly with blood, hardening it, and smashed down—like a judge banging the gavel after a verdict. One hit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turned the female zombie's face to mush. She slumped like seaweed.

"Fuck, I'm so pissed. Ugh."

The anger wouldn't subside easily. Standing up, I scratched my head roughly. Truth be told, big tits or just pretty didn't cut it alone. There were plenty of girls like that if you looked. But makeup tricks and padding? That's a major moral defect. Might as well convert to Islam.

My mood soured completely.

"No, these people for real!"

A hollow laugh escaped me. I didn't even have the energy to get mad. Getting pissed here would just make me the fool. Hold it in, hold it.

Look at them laughing like it's not their problem. Grinning like a clown, I stepped out of the building. Even in this mess, sponsorships roll in. Thumbs up with a grin.

"Thanks for the support!"

I bolted home like a bullet. Along the way, people fighting zombies, corpses being torn apart—I ignored them all. Live or die, not my business.

Arrived.

Entered the house. Creeping forward, I heard voices chatting upstairs.

Both are here?

Curious. Did both girls collect all four coupons? This game had more time left than the last, but it was surprisingly tight. Especially Sa-eun, who hated killing people. Made me worry more.

Passed the kitchen into the living room, and the two came down. Did they both get four?

"Najin, you're back?"

"Sunbae! We were waiting~!"

I chuckled, plopping on the sofa and shrugging.

"How'd you two do?"

"Yeah, got all four!"

"Me toooo!"

They flashed their ration coupons proudly. I finally exhaled. Everyone cleared it smoothly. Smiling comfortably, I nodded. They both nailed it. Eunha probably handled it effortlessly, but Sa-eun was a surprise. Her face looked a bit shadowed. I stood and approached.

"Sunbae, you did amazing. Must've been tough."

"Huh? Oh, no. Gotta get used to it."

"You're so strong and cool, sunbae. I respect you."

"What's this suddenly? Hehe."

Sa-eun smiled shyly. Up close like this, she was stunning. Hard to believe she'd lived without dating. Married to fighting instead. I nodded to her. Between us, Eunha glared daggers, then pouted.

"Hey, sunbae."

"Yeah?"

"I got four too, you know~?"

"Yeah, good job."

"Whoa, check the praise temperature difference!"

"You handle it yourself. You're number three, right?"

Eunha's eyes widened, dissatisfaction bubbling up.

"Sunbae, that hurts my feelings for real."

I shook my head with a smirk. Every word and gesture felt performative. Probably was acting. Why bother with the cute junior act? It just made me more curious about her real personality.

Why play the lovable junior? Makes me wanna know the real Eunha even more.

Sat back on the living room sofa. The two sat opposite. Anyway, we all survived.

Eunha's eyes sparkled.

"We all survived? Hehe."

True, but not over yet. Opened the community window and sighed.

"You all did great. But I'm not done yet."

"Huh? Come on, sunbae, leaving overtime? Would Korean society allow it?"

"Don't worry. I'll wrap it up fine."

Tried posting. Pulled all the ration coupons from my ring. Took screenshots and wrote the post. The girls gawked at me.

"Huh? N-Najin. What's with those?"

"Sunbae, where'd you copy those ration coupons from? Insane!"

Just grinned, finished and posted. Set aside my four and pointed.

Explanation needed.

"Got lucky today. Killed a guy hoarding a bunch."

"Hee, whoa."

Eunha's eyes lit up with genuine amusement. Sa-eun just stared blankly, stunned. Outrageous numbers. Got serious and asked the two.

"You two see any mutants today?"

"Mutants?"

"Oh, Mutatio? Hmm, not sure."

Neither? Rubbed my chin and exhaled. Second game definitely had mutants rampaging. More common than before. But today, only I seemed to meet one. Scoured channels—no mentions of Mutatio.

Am I just unlucky? Or lucky?

Time to share info. Didn't want to lose these two. Eunha was fine, but Sa-eun worried me. Didn't get my own feelings. Not even the one I promised marriage to—why worry?

"Ran into a mutant today."

Told them about it. Eunha listened smiling like it was fun. Sa-eun asked cautiously.

"The stiff-faced one from before?"

"Nah, just a cockroach-lookin' bastard this time."

"Ah, must've been crazy fast?"

"Yeah. Somehow ended up stomping similar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ones twice in a day."

The two tilted heads, confused. I just laughed it off. Mutants were strong, but not Kwak Man-ho fast. Took hits from him on purpose for that weird kill. Cockroach was way easier actually.

Eunha licked her lips, face like she caught interesting prey.

"Hmm, I saw one too coming from Nowon Station here."

"Really?"

Good. Info from someone close.

"Goat standing upright. Eugh, gross."

"Strong?"

"Nah! Every fight, muscles bulging, snorting like a pig. Felt so gay, pissed me off!"

Eunha shuddered dramatically. That gross? Couldn't help laughing. At least her reaction seemed real. Must've been one shitty mutant.

Took the chance.

"By the way, Eunha. You were in Sanggye-dong, right?"

"Yup~?"

"What rank there?"

"Huh? Oh, super low! Don't like showboating."

Had to ask Sanggye locals. No way Eunha was low-ranked. Sa-eun smiled awkwardly, nodding. Didn't wanna think deep about Eunha.

Alright, time.

Checked community post.

No sign of him yet.

Checked the post I'd written. Hot reactions. Grinned scanning comments. Tons of them, likes nearing 20. Concept post territory.

'Joo Jintae, silent. Since he called me out first, got my CCTV footage—he'll respond.'

He wants me. Or to provoke. My job: wait leisurely. Imagining him racking his brain was fun.

"Using these coupons for a scheme."

"Scheme? For what?"

"Actually."

Told them about meeting the gangsters, face on CCTV. Sa-eun's face grew serious. Eunha's darkened, like it was her issue.

"Sunbae, trash like that needs killing ASAP!"

"Already did. Just Joo Jintae left."

"Hah, kill that Joo Jintae or whatever now! Dangerous leaving scum like that alive!"

Eunha suddenly dead serious. What? Not like her. Stared surprised. Unexpected.

Sa-eun cut in.

"But, will he take the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠deal?"

"He will. He wants me, one way or another."

"Still uneasy."

"Meet him this time, warn him, sell coupons at fair price. If he can even pay."

This was my play. Lure Joo Jintae face-to-face with coupons. Hence "meet in person" in the post. Pocketed coupons back in ring and stood.

"Anyway, that's it. No surprises, we survive this game too."

"Hehe, yeah."

"Hmm, was gonna throw a party. Mood's off now."

Eunha dug into her overalls pocket and headed up first. Took the chance to advise Sa-eun.

"Sunbae, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠keep an eye on Eunha."

"Huh? Why?"

"Nah, just a weird feeling."

"Uh, y-yeah."

Sa-eun nodded, sensing something too. Headed to first-floor bathroom for a shower. Water in this apocalypse. Hot water! Only here. True blessing.

Wait, wanna try something.

Stroked my chin. Entered hotdeal channel.

'Fatigue Recovery Potion, 15 points each? Buy two.'

Paid 30 points for two fatigue recovery potions. Standard alchemy vial with cork stopper.

Wondering why? Not for me. Experiment.

Grabbed my clean cock while showering. Slowly stroked back and forth.

"Hmm, haa."

Imagined doggy with Chaerin or Sa-eun outdoors. Jiggly ass shaking with each thrust. Hands kneading tits like bursting them, pounding harder. Signal came quick. Popped both corks, aimed at vials.

Spluuurt! Spluuurt!

Semen split evenly into the potions. Purple potion hid it well. Added a drop of my blood and poison.

Useful someday. Soon maybe. Grinned, shut off shower.

Finished shower, entered room. Chaerin sat demurely, looked up. Face flushed.

"Master, masteer!"

"Yeah, I'm here. Aw, c'mere."

"Masteer, ngh, haa♡"

"Wanna do it?"

"Uuu, masteer, maasteer, kiiing♡"

Like a bitch in heat, rubbing thighs between my legs. Proper female.

"Alright, thrall training time!"

Grinned warmly, stripped. Pressed against Chaerin, lay down together. Rubbed cockhead on pussy. Kissed, inserted.

Squelch♡