Big-Tits Slave Acquired: The Tit Monster Introduces Herself as Dok Sa-yeon

She introduced herself as Dok Sa-yeon, the massive-titted monster slave I'd just snagged. I figured she'd wrap it up there, babbling about how grateful she was before peacing out. But nah, all my nerves had been locked on one spot since earlier. Boing, boing.

"Whoa. They're fucking huge."

She flinched.

"Cough, cough..."

"Here, have some water."

"Th-thank you, cough... sir."

"Take it slow. We've got plenty of food."

"Sorry. I haven't eaten since yesterday..."

Jeong Da-jeong gently patted Dok Sa-yeon's back, waiting patiently as she finished her meal. Me? I just stared at her chest. Even watching was pure healing.

Bet my hand would sink right in if I grabbed 'em. Wonder if they'd burst if I squeezed? Nah, can't be implants, right?

"Master?"

"What."

"Um, looks like Sa-yeon finished eating."

"Yeah? Hey, pull up your status window."

"Pull up my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠status window? Like... oh? Something's popping up."

"Think or say you wanna show it to me."

"Excuse me, but what's your name...?"

"Cheongun."

"I want to show my status window to Cheongun."

The moment I saw it, I frowned.

"Huh? Check this out."

"Is something wrong...?"

"Hey, didn't you say you hadn't left your house for four days?"

"Yes, I tried a few times, but those zombies? They were too scary..."

"So you couldn't go out?"

She nodded.

I eyed her suspiciously as she trailed off. She quickly added,

"Not me, but my roommate went out instead and brought back food."

"Roommate?"

"Yeah, I had a roommate living with me. But she went ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out to scavenge for me and..."

Squeeze.

"...never came back."

Dok Sa-yeon clutched the cross necklace around her neck and made a small sign of the cross.

"That must've been tough. All alone like that? It's okay now."

"Ah... thank you."

"I-It's not the same, but I lost my family too."

"Oh no, what happened?"

"Ah, but it's okay now. Dad, Mom... sniff... and big bro too... they're in a better place."

"If it's okay, maybe I could pray for them instead..."

Jeong Da-jeong started comforting Dok Sa-yeon, but before long, Dok Sa-yeon was the one consoling her...

"What a load of bullshit."

I couldn't stomach the three-minute melodrama anymore and barked.

"Enough. Hey, pull up your skill window."

"...I want to show my skill window to Cheongun."

Unlike Jeong Da-jeong, at least she got it on the first try—no need to repeat myself.

"Hm?"

Knowing how jobs and skills get assigned, my expression darkened naturally. But Dok Sa-yeon, clueless about the reason, took it wrong and dropped to her knees in a panic.

"Um, I know it might not look it, but I'm a doctor at Gucheon University Hospital. Still just an intern, but in this situation, doctors must be in high demand. If you're hurt or sick anywhere, I think I could help..."

Gulp.

"...if you'd let me?"

She bowed deeply.

"I know you've already fed me and helped, and I know it's shameless, but... please, take me with you."

Not content with bowing, she looked ready to full-on kowtow.

Clap, clap, clap.

"You're hired."

Her tits—no, her looks alone had me sold on bringing her along, but a doctor to boot? With an attitude perfect for the apocalypse? I was even a little touched.

"Thank you! I'll work so hard. Thank you!"

"That's a given. From now on, you're my slave. Call me Master, don't talk back to me. Obey every order without refusal. And if you try to run..."

Shing.

"...you're dead."

My fear stat-laced murmur made Dok Sa-yeon's eyes shrink in terror. She glanced at Jeong Da-jeong right beside her, but as always, Da-jeong smoothly averted her gaze.

"What if I refused...?"

"What bullshit is that? Ah, so you thought I was proposing or some shit just now."

Squish, squish.

She flinched.

"You're already mine."

The feel of Dok Sa-yeon's tits in my hands was insane. Her despairing eyes? Chef's kiss.

"Alright. If you get it, stand up."

"....."

"Keep sitting and I'll drag you. Or do you only listen after a beating?"

"N-No, I get it..."

Clutching her cross tight again, she finally spat it out.

"Master Cheongun..."

Unlike some random nobody, Dok Sa-yeon was a solid 95-point slave—quick on the uptake. The missing 5? No one's perfect from the start. You learn through beatings and scoldings. If she doesn't fix it... well, she dies.

"Good, good. Just keep it like that."

"Yes..."

The world really rewards the nice guys. Wished for a busty, obedient slave just days ago, and boom—here she is. Gotta do more good deeds starting today.

…

"Go unpack first. We'll sort it out later."

"Yes, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Master."

Watching Cheongun swing his sword and walk away, Dok Sa-yeon finally gasped for breath. The ruined world she'd glimpsed riding behind him had been suffocating, but compared to him? Nothing.

Why did it turn out like this?

They'd seemed decent. She'd asked for help because he fought well. Suddenly, slave? Kill her if she runs? What the... Just thinking about it made her heart quake; she reflexively grabbed her cross.

Click.

"Sa-yeon?"

"Y-Yes?"

"Door's open. Go on in. Ah, head to the gym over there."

"Okay..."

As Dok Sa-yeon entered the school gate, she turned at the stares and jumped again. School staff peering from the building.

"Da-jeong, who's..."

"Ah..."

Da-jeong averted her eyes again.

"More importantly, first time out must be exhausting. Hurry in and rest."

Dok Sa-yeon had questions but couldn't press Da-jeong with those cloudy eyes. She headed to the gym.

Click, click.

Who knew how many locks. Baffled but silent, she followed Da-jeong inside.

"Kinda hot, right? Bear with it a bit. Master will turn on the AC soon."

AC? What the—whole city's blacked out, and AC? But her thoughts cut off at the sight beyond the opening door.

Screech.

"...Huh?"

Gym packed with boxes and bags—impossible to count. She gawked at the contents: rice, water, kimchi, tuna cans, all sorts of food, booze, smokes... TP, toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap, towels. Even Q-tips. A massive convenience store.

But the real shock came next.

Vrrr.

"Beds over here..."

Vrrr.

"Fridge about here..."

Like magic, items materialized from Da-jeong's fingertips. Finally, a stack of blue boxes like warehouse stock appeared.

"Sis... ah, can I call you sis?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Speak casually too, sis. Anyway, not important now—wanna wash up first?"

"Wash... up?"

"Yeah. Here, fill this with bottled water. Ah, but you can't do it alone. Sorry. Hold the inlet?"

She took the 20L shower bag, following Da-jeong's lead to fill it.

Glug, glug.

One bottle, two, three... Watching them empty, Dok Sa-yeon felt surreal. No running water since yesterday, hoarding her quickly stinking supply in the heat— this was worlds away. Couldn't focus.

"There. Open here and..."

Pat pat.

"Now wash up."

"Um..."

"Use these toiletries today. Write down your ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠usuals; I'll get 'em next time."

Da-jeong handed her a shower caddy and scampered off.

Pat pat.

"Gulp."

Staring at the flowing water, Dok Sa-yeon swallowed, slowly stripped, and let it hit her skin.

Whoosh.

"Ahh..."

Just two days without a shower, sweat-soaked all day— the water felt euphoric.

Bzzz, bzzz.

Vrrr...

Flicker, flicker.

Pop.

Relishing it, engine noise hit, light flooding above. Confused, footsteps approached from behind.

"Wondered where you went—already washing up."

Turning, naked Cheongun.

"Gonna touch the necklace again? Clingy with it, huh?"

Squelch.

"Wanna snatch it away?"

"...!"

Heavy, hard thing against her pale skin.

She flinched.

"I'm done! You use it!"

Dok Sa-yeon covered her face and bolted from the shower. Nearly collided with Da-jeong heading in to wash Master.

Glance.

"..."

Da-jeong just alternated cloudy looks between her and the shower, saying nothing. She stripped and entered to wash him.

Sounds soon followed: skin slapping...

Squelch, thud.

Splat...

Ah... ahn... Master... ♡

Squeeze.

Dok Sa-yeon gripped her cross, steeling herself. Scary. Humiliating. Regrettable...

But I'll live. I'll survive no matter what.

For that, she'd do anything—even give everything to a stranger.

As long as she could survive.

But separate from Dok Sa-yeon's resolve...

That moment came sooner than expected.

That very night. Not far off at all.