Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Meeting the Survivors
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“Haaah... S-Savior...! If you shake so hard...! The screen...!”
*Squish, squish.*
“That’s for you to figure out. This hole’s mine to handle.”
“Haaang...! You’re so mean...!”
I’d gotten word of new survivors through Lee Ah-rin’s report and immediately ordered her to pinpoint their location.
As a reward for the intel, I laid her out on the bed and plunged into her pussy.
“Hoo...! Ha, ngh, aaang...! ♥”
Lee Ah-rin was face-down on the bed, panting as my cock hammered into her, all while scanning the city through the drone controller.
It had been quite a while since I’d spotted that mother and daughter pair, so I needed to confirm if they were still alive and get their exact position.
Piloting the drone while her pussy got worked over had her seriously aroused—her hole was sloppily slick with her lewd juices.
“Uncle... *Slurp*, mmph....”
“*Slurp*, *Smooch*....”
On either side of me, as I thrust into Lee Ah-rin and rocked my hips, Yoo Ha-yeon and Ryu Da-hee took their positions, servicing me with their mouths.
Yoo Ha-yeon licked my lips, while Ryu Da-hee tongued my nipples.
In the meantime, I fingered both women’s pussies with my hands while Lee Ah-rin searched for the mother and daughter via drone.
*Squelch, squelch, squelch.*
‘This is fucking paradise....’
I sucked on Yoo Ha-yeon’s tongue, lost in the ecstasy of their massive tits pressing plushly against my sides.
Any one of these three was the kind of beauty I couldn’t even hold a conversation with back in reality.
One got her pussy pounded at my whim, while the other two clung to my sides, massaging me with their entire bodies.
My head went fuzzy from the glut of their firm, supple flesh enveloping me completely.
All that remained was the primal instinct to impregnate them—sucking, groping, thrusting however I pleased.
“Haaah...! S-Savior! Found them! R-Right here...!”
A few minutes passed like that.
Lee Ah-rin, moaning into her pillow as she barely managed to control the drone, suddenly lifted her upper body with sparkling eyes.
She showed me the drone controller’s screen.
There, through an apartment window, a woman huddled blankly on the floor.
‘She looks young.... Is that the daughter?’
Either way, I’d confirmed the survivor’s location and that she was alive.
“Good girl! As a reward, I’ll cum inside—so squeeze tight!”
I ramped up the speed of my thrusts into the hardworking Lee Ah-rin, gripping her plump ass hard.
My adult male grip crushed into her soft flesh, making her drool and moan.
“Hiiiik...! N-Nooo...! It hurts...!! The pain makes weird stuff come...! ♥”
“Wanna get punished? You say thank you at times like this—!”
I let go of her lying ass and this time smacked it hard with my palm.
*Smack—!!*
“Hiiiik!! ♥ Th-Thank you! Thank you for spanking me! ♥ Thank you for rewarding a spanking-loving Ah-rin...! Hiiik...!!”
*Squish, squish, squish!*
Once she admitted her perversion, her pussy clenched even tighter around my cock in response.
I mercilessly stabbed her chewy walls and kept spanking her ass.
*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
“Kyaaaang—!!”
Lee Ah-rin let out a sultry scream as her ass swelled bright red.
Unable to hold back against her insanely tightening pussy, I unloaded my cum without warning.
*Spurt, spurt.*
I felt it gushing out, filling her up.
“Hot stuff’s coming in...!! ♥”
Right on cue, Lee Ah-rin climaxed as her womb filled with semen, her pussy twitching wildly.
I stirred my cock inside her squeezing hole, savoring the afterglow, demanding every drop.
The two women beside us watched her orgasm with flushed, rigid faces, green with envy.
Their thighs were already slick with their own lewd juices.
“Ah, Uncle...! Me next! Do me!”
“Ah, wait a sec...!”
Yoo Ha-yeon, quick on the uptake, latched onto my arm first, gazing at me with lust-filled eyes.
Her gaze devoured me like prey, reason drowned in desire.
“S-Sis, you got plenty with Uncle yesterday! Uncle...! I haven’t been with you much lately...! Right? Do me this time...!”
I chuckled at Yoo Ha-yeon desperately rubbing her tits against my arm.
Beside her, Ryu Da-hee frowned like she wanted to speak but held back.
She was probably yielding to her little sister.
“Alright, first things first—gotta clean up the mess, right?”
*Schlop, plop.*
“Haaang....”
I yanked my cum-and-juice-soaked cock from her stuffed pussy, and Lee Ah-rin let out a soft moan before collapsing flat on the bed.
The drone needed returning, but whatever—she’d handle it.
“Clean it nice and thorough, and I’ll stick it right in.”
I held my dripping cock in front of Yoo Ha-yeon.
She beamed happily and brought her face to it.
“...Yes ♥”
After that, starting with the switched-on Yoo Ha-yeon, we fucked wildly. Then I utterly wrecked Ryu Da-hee, who silently begged with her eyes.
。 。 。
I finished the group session with the three beauties, changed clothes, and headed straight out of the department store.
It was afternoon.
The reason I rushed out so quickly to find the survivors was the off chance they were in dire straits.
They might’ve looked fine on the screen, but they could’ve been starving for ages.
‘Can’t have them die now that I finally found them.’
Even if she wasn’t a virgin, a living human was valuable.
Worst case, they could serve as crystal sacrifices.
“This the place...?”
The spot wasn’t far—a recently built apartment complex.
Completed just about a year ago.
I gazed up at its luxurious, modern exterior and zeroed in on one window.
Ninth floor.
That’s where the drone had spotted the survivor.
Luckily, the main entrance was open.
Or rather, the glass door had been smashed by something.
I slipped inside the lobby without any hassle.
‘Now for the stairs....’
To reach the ninth floor without power, it was emergency stairs or bust.
Elevators were just decorations now.
But humans hate moving—it’s an instinct etched into our genes from prehistoric times to conserve energy.
A normal person would grit their teeth and drag themselves up nine flights, questioning if saving a survivor was worth the hassle.
But who am I?
I’m the necromancer of this zombie world.
I wield powers beyond any ordinary human.
“Fuck, this is way too convenient.”
I commanded two zombies to grab my upper and lower body and carry me up to the ninth floor.
Not as fast as an elevator, but in this regressed world, having AI-level automated transport?
Zombies for the win.
They couldn’t handle fine motor tasks, but simple carrying like this? Flawless.
I ascended more comfortably than a Joseon-era king.
“Good work. You two, head back to the first floor.”
Just in case they spooked the survivor, I sent the zombies back to their post.
“...Alright.”
I approached a door and stood there.
Ears to the wood, listening inside—just in case.
“......”
No sounds, as expected.
Did she hear me talking to the zombies? Or was she just conserving energy?
Either way, I had to call out to her.
I balled my fist and knocked firmly on the front door.
“Excuse me! Is anyone home?”
I knew damn well someone was inside.
But from her perspective, it was some stranger knocking.
Had to avoid spooking her.
Then.
[ Ah, it’s not Daddy?! Mom and Dad are back! ]
[ Shh! Be quiet! That’s not Daddy’s voice...! ]
Voices from inside the door.
Thankfully, they didn’t sound off in any way.
Just one question popped up.
‘The voices sound pretty young...?’
Younger than I’d expected for the daughter.
The drone showed someone daughter-aged, at least early twenties.
Wrong place? Nah, no way multiple similar mother-daughter pairs in the same building.
Only one way to check.
“Excuse me! I spotted you by chance and came to help!”
Nothing for it but to see with my own eyes.
[ ......P-Please wait a moment. ]
My voice echoed through the building, and after a pause of deliberation, the survivor finally replied.
Then.
*Clank.*
*Creeeak....*
“...You’re here to help?”
The chain rattled free, and the door cracked open, revealing a woman.
‘Ah, so that’s it....’
Seeing her face cleared up my confusion.
“Yeah, I happen to have extra food. If you need some, I can share.”
The woman from the drone feed— the one I thought was the twenty-something daughter—peered suspiciously at me through the narrow gap.
“...So, what do you want from us in return?”
She looked mid-twenties at most, but she wasn’t the daughter.
She was the mother.
“N-No worries! I don’t want anything. I’m just here to help, for real!”
My intentions were anything but pure, but I stepped back from the door with those words.
No ill will toward this pair.
Though if needed, they’d make fine crystal fodder.
But even I still had some humanity left.
I wouldn’t straight-up psycho-rush two vulnerable women I’d just met and sacrifice them.
No kicking down the door and pouncing on first contact.
Best route: turn them into helpful slaves like the trio at the store.
Friendly relations if possible.
So I played the nice guy, smiling warmly and setting a bag in front of her.
“Really.... You’re just giving us food?”
She stared through the gap, incredulous.
In this world, handing out precious food for free was rare.
“I’ve got a surplus somehow. Don’t hold back—no strings attached, seriously.”
Only then did she tentatively reach out and take the bag.
“Um, ...c-could you wait a sec?”
She didn’t send me away—instead, asked me to hold on.
She shut the door with the bag, and silence followed for a while.
‘Wonder how she’ll react.’
The bag held assorted drinks, canned goods, fresh meat, and veggies.
Fresh food on purpose.
To max out trust from the jump.
I had time and resources to burn, but no wasting it building cred with survivors.
Shortest path: dissolve her suspicion quick.
And my go-to trick.
In this world, anyone would be curious about someone freely offering fresh eats.
After a bit, the firmly shut door opened again.
*Clank.*
*Creeeak.*
“...You’re really here to help, right?”
The door swung wider, and she emerged, tense as she eyed me cautiously.
I smiled gently in response.
“Yeah, it’s all good. I just get satisfaction from helping others.”
Lately, my lies flowed easy.
“W-Would you ...like to come in for a bit?”
The motherly survivor, anxious yet hopeful, gestured inside.
‘...Too good to sacrifice to a crystal.’
Her sight stirred blood to my cock.
Her pure black hair tied back over her shoulders, thin cardigan over a body-hugging dress.
Insanely voluptuous figure.
Especially that defenseless at-home outfit—pure temptation.
“Then, pardon the intrusion.”
I smiled at her welcome and stepped inside.