Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Wikipedia Servant
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Gulp, gulp.
After taking Lee Ah-rin's virginity and pumping two more loads into her womb, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and chugged it down.
“Phew… that hits the spot.”
“…Ahhh.”
Lee Ah-rin lay sprawled on the living room floor, still dazed from the intense sex, semen dribbling out of her fresh pink pussy.
‘This kind of freak is a nice change.’
With her, she reacted well to the pleasure of getting fucked, but she also squirted like crazy when I roughly tormented her nipples or smacked her ass hard.
She loved it when I bit her nipples with my teeth, screaming in ecstasy.
‘I could get addicted.’
Pinching and slapping her soft, fragile body however I wanted made her pussy clench tight around me.
Then she’d squirt obscene juices everywhere, begging for more in an endless cycle.
I’d gained another great slave, different from the two at the department store.
“Hey, get up already. I’ve gotta head out.”
“Ugh… s-sorry. …But I really… can’t move.”
The aftershocks from her first time—and getting railed three times hard—had left her completely drained.
Dragging her to the department store like this would be a pain.
I’d have to wash her up, dress her, carry her to the car, then haul her inside the store.
Just thinking about it was annoying.
“Fine, rest here at your place today. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, so pack your essentials by then.”
“R-really… you’ll come back?”
At my command, Lee Ah-rin looked up at me anxiously, struggling to lift her head.
She was exhausted, but her fear that I might not return outweighed it.
“I treasure any girl who gives me her virginity. I keep my promises. I’ll stake my dick on it.”
“Ahh… thank you.”
Only after confirming my promise to take her in was genuine did Lee Ah-rin finally close her eyes in relief.
Soon, soft snores filled the air.
‘She’s out.’
Sex was something I’d only done with Yoo Ha-yeon at first, so I didn’t know much.
But women always seemed to pass out right after good sex, without even cleaning up.
I’d wiped their bodies down plenty of times because of it.
Well, they serviced me plenty, so I could return the favor.
‘Guess I’ll clean her up too.’
I’d had my fun with her plenty.
And she was a new servant with a unique trait.
[ Name: Lee Ah-rin
Trait: Wikipedia (S)
Servant Progress: 14%
Affection toward Master Lee Seo-ho: 51%
Current Status: Asleep, Sense of Security, Satisfaction ]
‘Wikipedia, huh…’
Quite an unusual name for a skill.
Wikipedia.
It’s the vastest online encyclopedia anyone who’s surfed the net has heard of.
An internet compendium recording info from all over the world, in the ocean of data that is the web.
Just as Yoo Ha-yeon’s straightforward “Physical Enhancement” boosted her physical abilities.
Lee Ah-rin probably gained abilities tied to being an internet encyclopedia.
‘In that case, she could be more valuable to me than anyone in this ruined world.’
Before the zombie outbreak.
When I fantasized about the world ending and nations collapsing.
How would I survive?
My conclusion was always ‘revert to primitive hunter-gatherer life.’
Because I lacked knowledge.
In famous zombie or survival movies, protagonists always happened to have deep expertise in relevant fields.
Take The Martian, about being stranded on Mars.
Mark Watney, the scientist stranded alone after a Mars mission, said:
‘I’m fucked.’
Even a scientist declared it a harsh, deadly situation.
But he survived.
Because he was a botanist.
‘Knowledge is a critical resource directly tied to survival.’
If Lee Ah-rin’s “Wikipedia” trait was what I thought.
I wouldn’t just keep her—I’d chain her to my side so she couldn’t go anywhere.
“Sleep well. See you tomorrow.”
I carefully wiped down her precious body, laid her in her second-floor bed.
Tucked her in, and kissed her cheek.
[ ‘Lee Ah-rin’s Affection has increased. ]
A message popped up before my eyes.
Her cheek flushed faintly pink.
‘Not fully asleep, huh.’
More affection was a win.
Grinning, I left her house.
Now just one virgin left.
。 。 。
Crunch, crunch.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap…
Han Ji-ho, covered in wounds with a bruised cheek, nervously bit his nails and shook his leg.
‘When… when the hell is she coming?’
It had been a full week since morning.
Today was the day his girlfriend, Oh Na-yeon, was supposed to return.
‘What if she doesn’t come back…?’
What if that masked man the soldiers handed her to was actually a psycho killer?
What if he’d been hiding out committing crimes before the zombies hit?
And now, with the world in ruins, he was unleashing his twisted urges like a monster?
Tormented by such delusions, Han Ji-ho broke out in cold sweat.
Oh Na-yeon was that precious to him.
“Hey, Porky. Do the breakfast dishes.”
That’s when Sergeant Park Sung-ho barged into Han Ji-ho’s room and called him.
The other soldiers snickered at the order.
‘Fucking… assholes.’
Cursing inwardly at their command, Han Ji-ho had no choice but to stand and head to the backyard.
The day Oh Na-yeon was sold to the masked man.
Han Ji-ho had resisted them, showing aggression, and instantly fell to slave status.
Just like Lee Seo-ho back when he’d dumped work on him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
His head was already a mess worrying about his girlfriend, and now he was doing dishes for the guys who sold her.
On top of that, their laundry, cleaning, fetching water—all the grunt work fell to him.
That was their way.
A lesson: resist, and you end up in a worse spot.
The same tactics they’d used on juniors in their unit before the outbreak.
Now weaponized to subjugate civilian groups.
‘Why… why am I in this position…?’
Han Ji-ho recalled Lee Seo-ho, who’d once been in his shoes.
Lee Seo-ho had resisted the soldiers’ bullshit at first.
Questioning why he had to endure such unfairness.
He’d held strong against beatings with fierce will.
But when the soldiers cut rations for the whole civilian group, even he had to submit.
The more he protested, the more resentment from the civilians.
And Han Ji-ho had been one of those cursing him then.
“Fuck…”
Drip, drip.
Tears of resentment fell into the dishwater.
“Na-yeon…”
He just wanted to see his girlfriend.
Even if ignored by all, used and abused, suffering.
As long as he had the girlfriend who loved him.
He could endure any pain.
‘Lee Seo-ho might not have lasted… but I can.’
Unlike Lee Seo-ho, he had a girlfriend who loved him.
So Han Ji-ho gritted his teeth through the sudden slavery.
Just one week.
One week, and his beloved would return.
‘Even if that masked guy did something to her…’
No matter how dirty, he could accept her.
When she returned, he’d embrace her—who’d suffered like him—and comfort each other.
Clinging to that warmth.
Han Ji-ho counted the moments until she arrived.
“Vehicle incoming!”
A familiar soldier’s voice echoed from the second-floor lounge.
‘Na-yeon…!’
Han Ji-ho realized it was Oh Na-yeon’s return.
Eyes wild, he flung the dishes aside and bolted upstairs.
━Beep.
[ Static, Captain. That man’s back. ]
“Got it, be right down.”
Kang Hae-seok, who’d received the report, left his room with a stern face.
He’d spent the week in deep thought, waiting for him.
Because the two soldiers he’d sent to tail him had gone silent.
‘I don’t know why contact cut off.’
But Kang Hae-seok’s gut pointed to the mysterious man.
He’d ordered them to shadow him and find his food stash.
They vanished mid-mission.
So he’d pondered.
‘Grab him? Or…?’
He wasn’t attached to the missing two.
To Kang Hae-seok, subordinates were just tools that obeyed.
Food was what mattered.
Trading one woman for a week’s massive rations.
Slit open the golden goose?
Or keep collecting eggs?
Even folktales made the choice clear for anyone not an idiot.
‘Maintain the deal for now.’
Sending more tails would likely fail again.
Just lose more men.
And if he captured and tortured him for the stash location?
‘He’d anticipate that. He’s no fool. …Probably dealt with the tails in advance.’
First time they met, he’d foreseen the gun and left a note: ‘We’ll deal again in a week.’
He’d prepared for every scenario upon meeting.
Act rashly, and he’d bolt, never dealing again.
Kang Hae-seok’s only option: ‘Keep trading.’
━Static.
“Let him up.”
As Kang Hae-seok descended to the second-floor lounge, he saw the masked man facing a soldier through the window.
Oh Na-yeon stood unharmed beside him.
‘Guess he’s not that crazy.’
He’d considered sadistic dismemberment, but she looked normal.
Just glancing nervously at the masked man.
“Yo, boss. Enjoy your week?”
With permission, the masked man ascended. Kang Hae-seok greeted him with a hearty laugh.
Regardless of the tails, he was a valuable food supplier.
The man shook hands lightly and nodded.
“N-Na-yeon━!!”
From the blocked civilians, Oh Na-yeon’s boyfriend Han Ji-ho shouted her name.
He tried desperately to push through the soldiers.
Thwack!
“Quit your whining, fuck!”
“Gahk!”
Like before, a soldier’s blow silenced him quick.
“Ah, ignore it. Think of it as a dog barking—easier that way.”
Kang Hae-seok spoke casually to the masked man eyeing Han Ji-ho. He nodded again.
Then shoved Oh Na-yeon’s back toward the civilians.
“Ah, um…!”
But she hesitated, not stepping forward, looking back at the masked man.
Her teary eyes gazed at him anxiously.
‘He’s fully trained her.’
Like an abandoned puppy.
Kang Hae-seok smirked lewdly at the sight.
Clear she’d been tamed by the man over the week, whatever happened.
‘That’s why they say don’t fuck with a dickhead.’
Kang Hae-seok chuckled, turning back to the masked man.
“…Another letter?”
The masked man handed him a letter like before.
Kang Hae-seok read the familiar white paper, nodded.
“Got it. I’ll tell them hands off that girl.”
The masked man nodded back, satisfied.
The letter read:
[ Satisfactory trade. Extra food this time.
Gift for you included.
Finally, don’t touch Oh Na-yeon. ]
Kang Hae-seok eyed the paper box at his feet.
Visibly more food than last time.
And a black bag.
Seeing it, Kang Hae-seok grinned happily.
Last bag had fresh meats and fine liquor.
This would satisfy too.
“So, pick today’s? A girl for the week.”
Grinning like a salesman, Kang Hae-seok stepped aside, revealing prepared women.
Same nervous group as before.
The masked man pointed without hesitation.
Straight at Han Mo-ah.
Trembling, she darkened like she’d cry when selected.
“Hey, that one…”
“W-wait a sec!!”
As Kang Hae-seok went to hand over Han Mo-ah.
Ryu Da-hee beside her blocked her, raising her voice.
“I’ll…! I’ll go instead!”
“D-Da-hee…!”
“Shut up and stay!”
Ryu Da-hee, offering herself in place of her friend sold for food.
Kang Hae-seok sighed, glanced at the masked man.
“She’s a tough one—hard to dissuade. Your call?”
Ryu Da-hee was merchandise for him someday too.
Couldn’t beat her like Han Ji-ho.
Luckily, the masked man nodded quick, shifting his finger.
To Ryu Da-hee.
“Da-hee…!!”
Han Mo-ah cried, calling her friend dragged away instead.
“It’s fine, just stay safe, okay?”
“Da-hee…”
She had to let go of Ryu Da-hee, who smiled bravely to reassure her.
“Have a fun week.”
Kang Hae-seok, pleased with another good deal, handed over Ryu Da-hee and shook hands cheerily, seeing him off.
In the masked man—Lee Seo-ho’s—passenger seat, Ryu Da-hee sat bound at mouth and hands, like Oh Na-yeon before.
Lee Seo-ho glanced at her huge tits through his sunglasses, thinking.
‘Gotta get home and devour her quick.’
He licked his lips under the mask.
。 。 。
“Na-yeon…! Na-yeon…! Open the door, please…!”
Oh Na-yeon, after her blissful week with Lee Seo-ho, returned to the dorm and locked herself in her room.
Han Ji-ho, who’d waited desperately, pounded the door, calling her name.
“I-I’m fine, Na-yeon… Whatever happened, I’m okay…! Just open up…!”
But she stayed silent, door shut.
‘It’s okay… okay… It’s only been a week.’
Oh Na-yeon ignored Han Ji-ho’s pleas from the other side, staring only at the pregnancy test in her hand.
Her desperate gaze gleamed almost madly.
One line.
She’d tested early, anxious after her first time with Lee Seo-ho, not even a week later.
‘It’s fine, there’s time. I’m definitely pregnant. Definitely…’
Over the week with him, she’d taken dozens of creampies.
He’d stuff his cock in whenever, blasting her womb.
The most intense day left her belly bloated.
‘So it’s fine…’
On the bedside table, a bag.
Packed with pregnancy tests Lee Seo-ho had generously provided.
“Na-yeon…! Can’t you open just once? I’m so worried…! Sniff, please, just once!”
Clueless to her plight, Han Ji-ho wept, pounding for his last pillar of support.
He’d endured the week’s hell for her.
Faced brutal torment fixated on her alone.
Sex didn’t matter now.
Just hold their wounded hearts, share warmth—that sufficed.
Bang, bang.
But Oh Na-yeon didn’t open despite his calls.
“Na-yeon!!”
Bang! Bang!
Han Ji-ho pounded harder, more violently.
“Retard, heh.”
“I’d let her rest. Legs spread a week straight—must be beat. Ugh, that loser fuck.”
Soldiers mocked Han Ji-ho’s desperate banging gleefully.
And.
At his endless cries and knocks.
━Creak.
Oh Na-yeon finally opened the door.
“……Why.”
“N-Na-yeon! You okay? Let me in, let’s talk!”
“…….”
Han Ji-ho felt a sudden disconnect.
Her gaze on him.
Her eyes.
Different from what he remembered.
Expressionless, Oh Na-yeon looked up coldly.
“…Come in.”
She turned and walked back inside.