Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Trapped in the Container
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━Static.
[ S... static, ...su, static ...report.... Static.... ]
“Fuck, what the hell’s wrong with this thing?”
Corporal Seong Ho-su smacked the radio in frustration as he rode his electric bike.
[ ...Static, static.... ]
“The signal seems pretty bad.”
They were definitely a good distance from the barracks now.
But this radio should handle at least 10 kilometers without issue.
With that in mind, Seong Ho-su shoved the noisy radio into his pocket.
“Whatever, just report it to the platoon leader candidate or whatever.”
“Are we going in?”
“We have to check if there’s food in there.”
The two men who had been chasing the mysterious guy soon arrived at a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
From atop the hill overlooking the warehouse, they watched the unidentified man open the door and drive his car inside.
“If there’s a ton of food in there, we won’t have to worry about meals for a while. Seok-ho.”
“Ha... I could go for instant rice topped with Spam and a shitload of kimchi stew.”
“No clue about kimchi, but there’s gotta be plenty of Spam.”
Clutching their growling stomachs, the two glared hungrily at the warehouse.
Even as soldiers who ruled the barracks, they were short on food too.
Reducing rations for civilians didn’t change the fact that there wasn’t enough for one person to eat comfortably.
Which made raiding that shady guy’s warehouse a matter of life and death.
“Ha, but that dude’s a total psycho, right? How does he pass up pussy for a massive haul of food...”
“Must be stuffed. Means he’s got plenty to spare.”
But Seong Ho-su thought the guy was an idiot too.
No matter how bad he wanted the woman, flashing that much food to soldiers?
It was like begging to get robbed.
“Hear anything?”
“...Nothing.”
The two crept up to the warehouse door and cautiously checked for signs of life inside.
The car had just gone in, so the guy was definitely there.
“What if he’s in the middle of pounding some chick in a hurry?”
“Then we’d hear moans or something.”
“There could be other rooms inside.”
“Hmm...”
It was a fair point.
The guy was crazy enough to give up a huge stockpile just to avoid a woman.
So if he’d brought her back to his hideout, he’d probably pounce on her drooling.
‘Then now’s our chance.’
Just like Private Kim Seok-ho said, if the guy was balls-deep in some girl inside, oblivious.
This was their only shot to search the warehouse.
If they waited until he finished, he might fight back.
A guy with that much food probably had weapons.
“Seok-ho, set it to semi-auto. If he spots us, aim for the legs first.”
“Got it.”
Click, click.
They loaded magazines, switched the selectors, and prepared to breach.
“But isn’t this place kinda weird?”
“What?”
“It’s the outskirts and all, but no zombies. Seems like a sweet spot to hole up.”
“What, you wanna move the barracks here?”
“After we deal with him, might be worth suggesting. No food around the barracks anymore anyway.”
“Focus. No telling what’s going on inside.”
“Ah, yes sir. Sorry.”
━Creak...
Private Kim Seok-ho, face tense, slid open the warehouse’s only door.
The massive door groaned open a crack.
They left just enough gap for a person and slipped inside.
“...Dude, it’s pitch black. Turn on the flashlight.”
“Got it.”
And then.
━Creak. Slam.
“Hey, fuck! I said flashlight, not close the door. Can’t see shit!”
“I-I didn’t close it!”
“What? That doesn’t...”
The warehouse door, slightly ajar, suddenly slammed shut, plunging the interior into darkness.
“Goddamn it...! Hurry up and turn on the light!”
“Y-Yes!”
Unable to see, Seong Ho-su yelled at Kim Seok-ho in a hushed panic.
Kim Seok-ho fumbled for his pocket flashlight.
Just before the beam flicked on.
Thud!
“What was that...”
A ground-shaking rumble echoed from somewhere.
“Turning it on!”
Right then, Kim Seok-ho hit the switch, and the darkness parted.
And then.
-Uh, uhhh...
-Krrgh, grrrk, krrgh.
In the flashlight’s glow.
Countless zombies were shambling toward them.
“Wh-what the fuck!”
Startled, Seong Ho-su yelled out loud.
-Kraaaah!
-Keeeaah!
The zombies zeroed in on his voice.
“I’ll shoot! Get the door open!! Hurry!!”
“Y-Yes━!!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots boomed through the dark warehouse, dropping zombies one by one.
But aiming in the gloom with just a flashlight beam was brutal.
“Hey!! Still?!”
“S-Something’s wrong, Corporal Seong! It’s locked!!”
Rattle, rattle.
He yanked desperately at the door they’d entered through, but it wouldn’t budge.
It had opened easily with minimal force moments ago.
Like someone on the other side had locked it.
“Fuck this!! Run!!”
“Eek! Yes!”
Bang! Bang!
Overwhelmed by the slowly closing horde, they bolted for cover.
“Anything around?! A room or something?!”
Bang! Baaang━!
Seong Ho-su covered Kim Seok-ho, blasting heads of the nearest zombies.
But there were too many.
‘Fuck!! Fuck!! Why are there so many zombies in this warehouse!!’
No way their ammo could handle this many.
To survive, they had to hide.
“F-Found one! Th-this way!”
‘We’re saved!’
Luckily, Kim Seok-ho spotted a faint door amid the chaos.
An iron-barred door.
In this blocked-off space, it was their only refuge.
They fought toward it, dropping zombies, and slipped inside.
Clang.
Fortunately, the barred door had an external lock they could reach and secure from within.
Thanks to that.
-Kraaaaaah━!!
-Keeeaah!!
Rattle! Rattle!
The zombies clawed at the bars but couldn’t get in.
“Ha, thought we were goners.”
“C-Corporal Seong.”
“Good work. Let’s head back and report to the platoon leader... What? Why the long face?”
Chased by zombies on scouting runs was routine for Seong Ho-su, so he calmly took stock once safe.
But his junior’s gaze toward the other side of the bars felt ominous.
Kim Seok-ho’s trembling eyes.
He held the flashlight, staring behind them.
“What’s back... there...”
Seong Ho-su turned to follow his gaze and froze.
The corridor stretched from the barred door.
The flashlight beam hit the far end: a solid wall.
“F-Fuck! What the hell!!”
Bang! Bang!
Panicking, Seong Ho-su rushed to the wall in the beam’s light and pounded it.
But all that echoed back was the hollow ring of metal, not solid concrete.
“C-Corporal Seong... We’re fucked.”
It wasn’t a room they’d entered.
It was a massive container designed to haul large cargo.
With zombies swarming outside, it had become a sealed prison for the two inside.
。 。 。
Squish, squish.
“Mmph━! Hmph! Mmph, hmph...!”
After luring them into the warehouse with my car.
I’d moved the vehicle to the back and killed time by fingering Oh Na-yeon until they took the bait.
“Hmph! Sniff! Mmmph━!”
Squish, squish.
“Hold still. I’m being gentle so it doesn’t hurt.”
I’d shifted her to the van’s back seat, her back against my chest, hand in her panties teasing her clit.
Drip...
Her fresh pussy started leaking slutty juices.
“Look at this. All from your pussy. You’re such a filthy slut, huh?”
“Hmmph...!”
Oh Na-yeon, pussy played with by me, could only flush red, tear up, and squeeze her eyes shut, mouth gagged.
Hands bound, all she could do was squirm.
So I hugged her tight, kneaded her tits, buried my nose in her neck, and sniffed.
“Sniiff, haa, must take care of yourself with a boyfriend and all.”
Faint sweat, feminine scent, and cosmetics.
Aroused by it, my cock hardened more.
I rubbed it against her ass as she nestled in my arms.
“You’ve never done this with your boyfriend, right?”
Squish, squish.
My fingers gently stroked her soaked pussy entrance.
Slutty wet sounds rose as she moaned through the gag.
“Hmmmmm━!”
“But it’s me touching your pussy now.”
Oh Na-yeon silently streamed tears.
Watching her stirred a sadistic lust.
But that’s enough for now.
‘Results should be in.’
I pulled my hand from her pussy, just a boredom reliever.
She twitched, stifled her moans, and panted raggedly.
“Congrats. Your buddies sold you to me for food. Pathetic, huh.”
“......”
Gagged, she couldn’t speak, so no reply.
Just stared blankly into space, tears flowing, lost in despair.
She’d probably realized it long ago.
That she’d been traded to me for rations.
Slurp.
I licked the tears from her blank, tear-streaked cheek.
“Hmmph...!”
She flushed and struggled again.
Kinda cute.
“Wait here. I’ll play with you plenty later.”
Slide, slam.
I left Oh Na-yeon in the car and headed into the warehouse.
Curious how things turned out.
‘No way they got eaten already?’
They had two choices.
Get bitten and die fleeing zombies, or find hiding and survive.
If the latter, I’d applaud their “good” pick.
The worse of the two options.
‘Might as well die here if you’re dying anyway.’
Anticipation buzzing, I unlocked the warehouse door and stepped in.
Creak━.
Sunlight flooded in as the massive door groaned open.
“Wh-who’s there?!”
A voice immediately came from a nearby container.
Zombies crowded its entrance, blocking the view inside.
Dead zombies nearby meant they’d shot from within.
‘Out of ammo?’
If not, they might shoot me.
Though trapped, they’d starve if they did, so probably not.
I adjusted my mask and sunglasses, approached.
“Wow~ Aren’t you the customers? What brings you here?”
I greeted them casually.
They stared in shock, of course.
Me, who’d only sent letters, now speaking?
Nah, probably the surreal scene.
“Y-You... Why aren’t the zombies attacking you?”
Of the two huddled in the corner, Corporal Seong Ho-su pointed with a shaking hand.
“What, is that the most important thing right now?”
I dodged a real answer.
Just slung an arm around a zombie reaching through the bars and kept talking.
“More like, don’t you guys have something to say to me?”
Lips curling under the mask, I prompted.
The quicker one, Private Kim Seok-ho, shuffled closer, rubbing his hands.
“P-Please, sir! Help us! Clear those zombies and let us out!”
Pathetic near-tears face for a guy.
Seeing that, Seong Ho-su caught on and yelled too.
“Y-Yeah! Help us! You’re not attacked, so you can take ‘em out!”
I smirked under the mask at their begging.
Idiotic request.
‘Think a sec, and it’s obvious who locked you in.’
Panic must’ve fried their brains.
They chased me.
Warehouse full of zombies.
I’m zombie-immune.
But desperation to live had them groveling.
I stroked my chin, pretending to mull it.
“Hmm... I’d love to help. ...You didn’t chase me here, did you?”
Acting clueless.
Their faces stiffened.
Nailed it.
‘Way too obvious.’
Almost burst out laughing.
Even desperate, I’d smile and deny it.
Their foolishness in a life-or-death spot was amusing.
“Th-that’s...! We were just following platoon leader orders!”
“You fuck! Kim Seok-ho!”
“We gotta live too! No point denying it now!”
Usually obedient to seniors, Kim Seok-ho snapped back at Seong Ho-su, stakes high.
Seong Ho-su stayed silent, eyes pleading at me desperately.
“Sorry! We’ll tell the platoon leader we lost you! No more chasing! Please, help us!”
Kim Seok-ho dropped to his knees, begging.
Obvious what’d happen if he pissed me off.
“Please... We apologize on behalf of the platoon leader.”
Seong Ho-su bowed too, watching his junior.
“Hmm... Fine, but on one condition.”
No intention of freeing them, but I played generous.
Their faces lit up.
“J-Just say it! We’ll do anything!”
Hope of survival brightened Kim Seok-ho’s voice.
They’d strip naked happily if I asked.
No interest in naked dudes, though.
“Then hand those over. Both of them.”
I pointed at the iron lumps slung over their shoulders.
K2 Assault Rifles.
Kim Seok-ho eyed my finger, face troubled.
“Wh-why this...”
“You might attack me once out. Better safe, hand ‘em over.”
“N-No way! We wouldn’t betray our savior...!”
“Right! Ammo’s all used up anyway.”
They protested desperately, but I’m no idiot.
Won’t buy that crap.
I just held out my hand silently.
“Urk...”
“C-Corporal Seong...”
They exchanged glances, then reluctantly unslung and offered the rifles.
Click.
I pulled the dropped guns toward me.
Checked both by detaching magazines like a pro.
‘All used my ass.’
Bullets remained.
Seong Ho-su, caught lying bold-faced, averted his eyes.
“S-So, you’ll help us now?”
Kim Seok-ho, actually out of ammo, forced an awkward smile, eyes pleading.
“Of course. But first, something to show you two.”
“Huh? Show us what...”
I replied warmly, then raised my hands to my face under their puzzled stares.
Removed the mask and sunglasses.
Two sets of curious eyes fixed on me.
“What, don’t recognize me?”
Frowning at their clueless reaction to my face.
Their eyes widened.
Trembling lips spoke.
“You, you fuck, you bastard...!”
Corporal Seong Ho-su reacted first.
He’d beaten me face-to-face more, so quicker recall.
“L-Lee Seo-ho...”
Private Kim Seok-ho realized next, hope draining to despair, face hardening.
Instinct hit him the moment he saw me.
No escape now.
“Nice to see you fuckers.”
I beamed happily at their faces with affectionate eyes.