Subjugation
Information trickled in while I was carrying supplies—five more of the bastards had been killed.
**[Loot 5 Souls Absorbed]**
**[Super Regeneration: 124]**
They weren’t even fighting when the kill count popped up. Some of the guys the air gun hit earlier must have bled out anyway.
It looked like the gang’s food situation had been tighter than I expected. There had to have been over a hundred of them. What remained could probably keep a hundred people going for a couple of weeks at most. So they’d been desperate to find new supplies.
Our group is only one-tenth their size, so we had plenty of food for more than ten weeks. Hell, I eat more than most, so it might run out even sooner.
Once the supplies were all loaded, the sky started to brighten.
We’d picked up a huge cache of medicine and a pharmacist. Our survival chances had jumped up nicely.
* * *
After everything was carried, I rested to heal the wounds from the fight. Thanks to taking down the people in the residential-commercial apartment, we stocked up on a ton of supplies. For now, we didn’t have to hunt for food every day.
The real problem was the bastards who might try to take it. Some of the ones who’d been in that apartment had already fled, so I couldn’t afford to get lazy.
I set one of the rooms in the house as a storage closet for medicine. All the shelves in that room were packed with nothing but drugs, and the pharmacist was staying there.
I stood there staring at her back as she worked. She was pinning something to the shelves and scribbling notes in a book. The pharmacist in her neat slacks and white shirt still looked surprisingly professional in this ruined world.
“Are you organizing?”
She startled when she noticed me.
“Ah… yeah. Almost done. Want me to give you some vitamins?”
“No. As I’ve told you before, I don’t need medicine.”
“Ugh… I’m so jealous. If I only had the right equipment, I’d love to study right now. I used to work at a pharmaceutical company. I was really into skin regeneration…”
She kept talking but wouldn’t meet my eyes. Maybe she just wasn’t used to it yet.
I stepped closer and stared straight into her face.
“Why… why… did something get on your face?”
As soon as our eyes met, she looked away and flushed.
I reached out, grabbed her waist, and cupped her crotch through her pants. The soft curves of a woman’s sex pressed against my palm.
“Aah! D-don’t do that…”
“If I don’t, do you even have any value here? I brought you here for more than your pharmacist skills—you’re way more valuable for your looks.”
“E-even so… p-please be gentler…”
I held her waist and kissed her lips. Her tongue slipped inside as our tongues tangled. At first I was the only one moving aggressively, but she slowly started matching me.
“You’re good… But why have you never had sex before?”
“That’s… just… because of religious reasons.”
“Did you go to church?”
“Yes, I’m very cautious about premarital sex… I’ve dated, but we only held hands.”
Religion really helps in situations like this.
“Those guys must have suffered. They never even got to touch such a pretty pussy and tits.”
“D-don’t say that.”
“Then what? Tits? Holes?”
“No… why would a handsome man say such things? Honestly, if you compare based on looks, my owner is far better than me… If you just make your words a little more stylish…”
Of course. I used to be an ugly bastard, so my speech patterns are like this. If I’d survived the world before money and good looks turned everything to shit, I’d be talking smoothly and fucking women left and right.
“Thank you. I’ll try. Am I good enough to be your first?”
“You look… I never imagined I’d do it with such a handsome guy… You’ve gone beyond my ideal type… But I was supposed to only sleep with the man I was going to marry.”
“So? What does that mean?”
“I… please take responsibility…”
Her trembling eyes locked onto mine. Her face kept flushing until it was completely red.
“If that’s the case… I’m feeding you, letting you sleep with me, and protecting you. I’m taking responsibility enough.”
“Y-yes… no, not that…”
“Then what?”
“I… I love you?”
Ah, that was it. Her eyes looked sad as she lowered her head slightly.
“Ah, no… I was just asking…”
I turned her body roughly, pressed her hands against the wall, and bent her over. I pulled down her slacks and panties all the way to her thighs. Her bare pussy came into view. When I touched it, it was already a little wet.
“Ah… aah… this is so embarrassing…”
“I’m great at cleanup. Since you love me, can I fuck you now?”
“R-really? Ahhh… ahng… aaah… ahht…”
The word “love” sounds so luxurious. If I want to, I can fuck you as much as I want.
Even while thrusting from behind, she turned her head to look back. Her expression was slightly brighter now. Her moans grew louder and her juices flowed more.
She wasn’t tall, but her waist was thin and her hips wide—perfect proportions. On top of that, her breasts were petite and fit perfectly in one hand.
Her body from thigh to breast would look incredible as a fleshlight or a high-quality sex doll. If it were normal times, I would have lived with her for a long time.
I pulled her back to face me, spread her legs, and slammed into her in the standing position. I unbuttoned her shirt and sucked on her nipples.
“Hng… hng… this… hng… it’s so lewd… hng…”
I kept thrusting and kissed her mouth. Her tongue moved wildly now, sucking hard.
We kept going. Among her moans, the word “love” kept slipping out.
This was her first time, the first rape tied to massive slaughter, and subjugation. In the midst of rape that crossed life and death, maybe she couldn’t stay sane without saying she loved me.
* * *
Once there was nothing left to do, the outside world was a place where you had to fight for your life every day. The only things I could do were fuck the women or play single-player games on the phone.
I could charge the phone using the crank radio by making the slaves charge batteries, but high-voltage devices wouldn’t work without electricity.
After the pharmacist and several rounds of sex, she collapsed. My stamina was already back to normal, so I lay on the sofa and started playing games to kill time.
“Master, I brought coffee.”
A female teacher placed a cup of coffee on the table in front of the sofa where I was sitting. She had a plain, obedient appearance, but she was a born slave. I could see she was desperately hiding it and waiting for even a single glance from her master.
I reached out, set the cup down, and grabbed her ass.
“Ahh… I-I have to do the dishes now…”
She made a half-hearted move to pull away, but I knew her true feelings were the opposite.
She was wearing a long skirt that reached her knees. It suited a plain teacher perfectly—neither lewd nor immodest.
I slipped my hand under the skirt. I felt the soft skin of her thighs and touched the panties near her crotch.
“Hng… there…”
The feel of the panties was different. I lifted the skirt and saw they were string panties. The crotch and ass were made of flat white cloth, but the sides were just strings—definitely lewd.
“Usually wear these?”
“N-no… I just… wash the others… I had no choice…”
She tried to push my hand away, but I held it in place.
“Hands off. Lift the skirt and hold it with your hand.”
“Yes, Master…”
She lifted the skirt and held it with her hand. I pressed and rubbed her pussy through the panties. Her face turned bright red as she panted.
“Haa… haaang… ahng…”
Her juices soaked the panties. I pushed my fingers to the side and found her pussy was so slippery it slid straight inside.
She must have been like this even when she was captured by those students.
I pulled out my hand, soaked, and pulled her close. I grabbed her head and shoved it down to my crotch. She automatically pulled out my cock and started sucking.
She slurped like candy, licked from my balls to the base, then took my whole length deep into her throat and moved.
She had an incredible mouth. I held her head and guided her, speeding up. When I was about to cum, I pressed her head down and she swallowed every drop.
“Hands on the table. Bend over.”
She obediently put her hands on the table and presented her ass toward me, lewd and inviting.
She turned her head back slightly and looked at me. She wasn’t saying anything, but her expression said she wanted me to fuck her right now.
**WHACK!**
I slapped her ass and pushed two fingers into her pussy. A small breath and moan escaped her. Her pussy grew wetter. When it felt wet enough, I slammed my cock into her ass.
“Ahh… eh… ah… aaang…”
She closed her eyes and moaned, drool running from her wide-open mouth. Every time I thrust, her juices splattered everywhere.
“Enjoying it, slave girl?”
“Aaah… ahng… I-I love it… Master…”
“Can a teacher like me get this excited?”
“I-I’m not a teacher anymore…”
“You were dripping like this even when captured by your students.”
“Ahh… th-that’s…”
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes… originally I have a lot of fluids… ahh, ahh, ahh… even if I didn’t want to, my body reacts… I can’t help it…”
“It’s not that you didn’t want it—it was good, wasn’t it?”
“Hngh! Hngh! Hahng… yeah… when my cock goes in, I can’t move… I found out just now… hngh… this slave girl wants to be fucked by Master for the rest of her life…”
After I drilled her a few more times, the teacher started spouting every lewd word she could think of. It seemed the originally pure ones were the most vocal.
Then, through the window, I saw a group of people fighting outside.
It was a close street—right next to the apartment complex in the villa alley.