Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: The Reclusive Heiress
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Lee Ah-rin.
She was the discarded child of a chaebol family, with a politician for a father and a cosmetics company CEO for a mother.
Not discarded in the sense that they had severed family ties—just exiled to a luxury house until it was time for a suitable marriage.
Lee Ah-rin found her situation extremely satisfying.
She received ample financial support without any interference from her parents, allowing her to indulge in her hobbies freely.
In exchange, her parents had laid down conditions.
No dating until marriage.
Absolutely no physical intimacy with men.
And she was to maintain her appearance for her future husband.
Her family background was secured by her parents' influence, and her specs could be polished as much as she wanted.
For a marriage into a good family, all she needed to prepare was her youth, beauty.
And a pure body.
With those conditions, plus her homebody otaku tendencies, Lee Ah-rin naturally never left the house.
And then the zombie outbreak happened, trapping her inside.
“…That person.”
With ample resources, she had survived day by day, using a drone charged by her home generator to scout the city.
And she found him.
“…The zombies aren’t attacking him.”
This movie-like zombie apocalypse.
In such a ruined world, the protagonist who always appears in films.
Lee Ah-rin knew she could never be that protagonist.
Her character was worlds apart from one.
So when she spotted that man, life sparked in her languid eyes.
“Found you… the savior of this world.”
The man was in a warehouse on the city outskirts, manipulating zombies directly.
As if they were mannequins.
。 。 。
“Fuu… slurp, slurp, gulp, slurp.”
“Slurp, mm, slurp, slurrrp.”
After breakfast and a wash, I was having Yoo Ha-yeon suck my cock while kneading Oh Na-yeon’s breasts and sharing a deep, sloppy kiss with her.
Yoo Ha-yeon’s now quite skilled tongue teased the tip of my glans gently.
Her wet saliva coated my cock, stimulating it pleasurably.
‘…This is paradise.’
Enjoying Ha-yeon’s lewd blowjob, I explored Na-yeon’s lips while shoving fingers into her pussy.
Squish, squelch.
“Huuuuh…”
Then Na-yeon’s pussy would leak obscene juices, gripping my fingers and refusing to let go.
It twitched as if begging for more.
“…Mmph.”
As the stimulation built, a strong urge to cum surged.
Noticing from my groaning, Na-yeon urgently pulled her lips away.
“Puha, Ha-yeon…! Stop…!”
“…Mm? …Yes?”
Pushed by Na-yeon, the puzzled Ha-yeon released my cock from her mouth, trailing a long string of saliva.
Na-yeon swiftly grabbed my saliva-slick cock and pressed it to her even sloppier pussy entrance.
Then she impaled herself on my rigid shaft in one go.
—Shluuuurp.
“Haaaang—!!♥ Your cock’s so hot!!♥”
Already soaked from my fingers, Na-yeon’s pussy smoothly swallowed my entire cock.
As the hard shaft entered her depths, her pussy convulsed as if waiting.
It squeezed my cock, demanding my seed right away.
Squelch! Squelch!
Na-yeon’s face turned dumb with lust as she wildly shook her hips.
“Cum inside—♥ Cum in Na-yeon’s pussy quick…!♥”
Her pussy, now fully molded to my cock, stimulated its sensitive spots on its own, clamping down.
Her expert hip movements and the tight squeeze pushed my pent-up load from the blowjob to the brink.
“I’m cumming—!!”
Spurt, spurt!
“Hauuugh!! N-No way! It’s too intense…!!”
I pounded into Na-yeon’s pussy relentlessly, slamming my hips.
Then I unleashed straight into her depths.
Bleurgh—!!
“It’s coming—!! Oppa’s cum flooding in—!!♥”
Twitch, twitch.
Her skilled contractions milked out the massive load I’d saved overnight into her womb.
Filled to the brim with pleasure, Na-yeon collapsed onto me, convulsing in orgasm.
Her drugged-out eyes glazed over as she gaped her mouth, panting hot breaths.
“Ch… Lately, unnie gets creampied every time…”
Yoo Ha-yeon shot me a jealous glance while staring at Na-yeon’s blissed-out face.
Indeed, these past few days, Na-yeon had gone all out to get my cum in her womb.
She never missed the moment I came, always stuffing my cock in and taking it deep.
It had been quite a while since I’d seeded Ha-yeon’s womb.
‘Well, she’s totally out of it now.’
Na-yeon had passed out on the bed from that one round.
“Ha-yeon, hands on the bed, spread your legs.”
“Huh? Y-You’re gonna do it…?”
Blushing, Ha-yeon looked at me expectantly.
Instead of answering, I showed her my rock-hard cock.
Her eyes turned lewd as she obediently placed her hands on the bed.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
“Aaang!♥ Yes! Uncle’s cock after so long…!! It’s amazing…!!♥”
I fucked her doggy-style twice until Na-yeon stirred.
For the finale, I railed the arm-weakened, prone Ha-yeon like rape.
With Ha-yeon also spent on the bed, I headed to the 8th-floor terrace feeling refreshed.
“Grrrah…! This is the best!”
The department store’s luxury terrace basked in warm sunlight.
A delicious breakfast, then beastly fucking of top-tier beauties, creampieing their wombs.
Now lounging on the high floor, feeling the cool breeze.
A life a conglomerate chairman would envy.
‘One day left, huh.’
Sipping warm coffee from the 3rd floor, I recalled the date.
Six days since bringing Na-yeon.
Tomorrow, return her to the dorm.
Perhaps sensing that, Na-yeon had grown desperate, seducing me to impregnate her.
Of course, knowing it was futile, I savored her desperate hip-thrusts for maximum pleasure.
‘Anyway, two virgins left…’
[Virgin blood] needed to complete the growth quest.
Plan: Visit the dorm twice more to procure them.
The issue?
‘…Whether the dorm even has two more virgins.’
Pure gamble.
Na-yeon was predictable due to her boyfriend issues.
Others? Unknown.
Though I had suspects.
‘Han Mo-ah and Ryu Da-hee.’
Unsure about Da-hee, but Mo-ah definitely had no dating history.
Learned that after soldiers rescued her and we got close.
‘Then one more to go.’
Even if Da-hee wasn’t, no rush.
The strong ones couldn’t do much if time dragged.
I’d leisurely hunt virgins, fuck them, power up, then revenge.
‘Maybe scout other survivors.’
Leaning on the terrace railing, admiring the now-stilled cityscape.
Whirr—!
A drone appeared before me.
‘That’s…’
The one from the zombie pigeon test near the dorm.
Belonged to the gamer girl in the luxury house.
‘She’s finally found me.’
Not unexpected.
Like me scouting with pigeons, she used drones.
I’d even hoped she’d come.
‘Easier contact if she approaches first.’
I smiled at the expected outcome.
Initially considered visiting after spotting her, but dropped it.
Her home had plenty resources for solo survival.
Seemed defended against intruders.
A shady stranger approaching would raise alarms.
Like Ha-yeon initially refusing me.
‘But if she comes first, it’s different.’
Curious gamer girl initiates: She worries about my wariness.
Of course, being spotted by survivors is risky.
Groups spotting my powers? Dangerous.
But she was solo, holed up.
Her knowing my identity? Advantage for me.
“…Something’s there?”
Whirr—!
The hovering drone entered the terrace, landing on the floor.
Whirr! Whirr!
It twitched as if demanding attention.
Something hung from its leg.
‘…This.’
A walkie-talkie.
High-end, barely used, pristine.
Click.
I detached it, examined carefully.
Red marker circle around the power button.
‘Turn it on, huh.’
She clearly wanted to talk.
I smirked, powering it on.
Connected to preset channel.
—Crackle, static.
[ …Hello? ]
A woman’s voice from the walkie.
“…Who is this?”
I feigned ignorance, pausing before responding.
Immediate reply.
[ G-Good! You got it! ]
Her voice bubblier than expected, thrilled.
‘…Why?’
Curious.
Sure, she found me via drone, saw my powers.
Curiosity high from zombie immunity.
But zero caution?
Her bright voice continued.
[ I’ve been waiting for someone like you! Savior! ]
Joyful tone.
‘Sounds like a total cultist.’
Her loaded title made me question contacting her.
。 。 。
‘This the place…’
Scouted via pigeon before, first visit.
Only survivor nearby: this gamer girl.
No real caution coming here.
She’d invited me.
‘Um, if it’s okay, could you come to my house? I have something important to say!’
Far from the indifferent vibe from first pigeon sight.
But I came without much worry.
‘Teleport back to base if needed.’
Recent teleport skill as escape.
Knocked on the front door casually.
Thud, thud.
“…….”
No response.
‘Solar generator, right.’
Pressed intercom.
[ ━♩♬♪ ]
Doorbell chimed after ages.
‘Power’s fully on.’
Her voice from speaker.
[ C-Coming down right now! ]
Urgent tone.
More impressive: maintaining this in zombie apocalypse.
Living plusher than I thought.
Door soon opened.
“P-Please, …come in.”
Awkward smile, no caution despite stranger.
“Um, only energy drinks… here….”
Socially awkward, she stiffly hosted.
Sat me on living room sofa, offered fancy glass with drink.
‘No guard up at all.’
But house showed zombie prep.
1st-floor windows boarded, nailed, curtained.
Emergency cans, supplies everywhere.
‘Enough for months solo?’
With foraging, a year.
Her drink: cold to touch.
‘Chilled.’
Fridge working.
‘Water sorted too, probably.’
Power, water, stocked food: prepared survivor.
Introduced as Lee Ah-rin.
21 this year.
A year older than Ha-yeon.
‘Why seek me?’
Welcoming from my side.
Let me in unguarded.
But motive puzzled me.
Inviting mystery man into abundance.
‘No bad vibes.’
She peeked awkwardly.
Didn’t drink—could be spiked.
“So, why the walkie and summon?”
Direct question.
Seemed she wouldn’t start.
She startled, fidgeted.
Then steeled, faced me.
“Ar-Are you immune?!”
Eyes sparkling.
Immune…?
‘Makes sense.’
Called me here: confirmed powers.
My zombie-ignoring? Immune fits.
Half-right.
“…You saw, so why ask?”
Kept guarded image, cautious reply.
Satisfied, she beamed.
“I saw everything…! You moving zombies like puppets….”
Blushed admitting voyeurism, averted eyes.
“Th-That’s why…!”
Intense gaze, grabbed my hand.
“No matter how I look, you’re this world’s savior! Please take me in your party!”
Sudden party invite.
‘What the… this girl.’
Too comfy, unaware stranger danger?
Approached friendly.
No hidden agenda.
Desperate, shining eyes.
Genuine desire to join.
‘Savior, huh….’
Cult-fanatic line, natural.
Slight repulsion.
‘But free meat delivered.’
No reason refuse.
Glanced down.
Hoodie for guest: white tank underneath.
Bent to grab hand: massive cleavage exposed.
Sight hardened my cock.
‘Can’t accept right away.’
Granting wishes won’t lead to desired dynamic.
My desire: one-sided obedience, slave.
“Sorry, I’ll pass.”
Shook off her hand.
“Y-Yes…? H-Huh?”
Unprepared for rejection, she panicked.
“Wh-Why?! Why not?!”
Clung desperately.
‘Asked, good.’
Humans don’t crave easy gains.
Chase what slips away, wallet opens for effort.
Cold stare.
“No merit for me. Why take in a stranger?”
“True, but…”
Her approaching first shines.
She’s the suspicious one, overly friendly.
She knew, no rebuttal.
Clung harder, troubled.
“Pl-Please reconsider? As you see, tons of stuff here for savior!”
Bargaining with home.
Sweet for normals: food, power, safety.
Didn’t expect rejection.
Good vs. my immunity.
Bad luck.
“Sorry, can’t take unknown into this house lightly.”
Shocked face.
“No way…”
Thinks no cards left.
‘Time to bait.’
Her anxiety perfect, I softened, smiled faintly.
No worry.
She had more cards beyond house.
“If you insist… not impossible.”
“Wh-What way?! What to do?!”
Bit eagerly.
Grabbed hand, pleading stare.
“Honestly, without following someone like you, only ruin awaits…! Please consider positively…!”
Clutched hand, begging case.
‘Ah, that’s why the welcome.’
No caution inviting: calculated solo death inevitable.
Thus, immune me as savior, wants party.
‘Even easier.’
So desperate, no extra spice needed.
“Sigh, if you put it that way…”
Sighed reluctantly.
Hand on her shoulder grabbing mine.
“Not impossible.”
Smiled slyly.
“Are you a virgin?”
Lewd gaze.
“…Pardon?”
Tilted head, misheard.
Processed, eyes trembled, cheeks flushed.
“…Huh?”
Locked eyes, predator scanning prey body.
‘Don’t let strangers in carelessly.’
—Ding.
Sudden alert, status window popped.
[Side quest generated.]