Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: The Cult Leader's Doubts
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The cult leader paced in circles in her room, biting her nails.
She just couldn't stay still.
*It'll be fine, right? They must've found them... Chief Hwang looks unreliable, but she handles her jobs well...*
Anxiety gnawed at her.
Not a single one of her followers had ever lost their faith before now.
There had been that one priestess, Lee Seon-ji, who gave off similar vibes.
But that was just exhaustion from a life-or-death scouting mission.
In a sanctuary like this Paradise—safe from zombie attacks and free from hunger—no survivor who'd tasted this miraculous space had any reason to doubt her special powers.
And yet, the impossible had happened.
*Why? My followers have nothing else to rely on but me...*
It was a world full of zombies.
A brutal world where stepping outside this hotel meant certain death.
In a world like this, what could they possibly rely on besides her?
That would amount to accepting death.
But for a human staring actual death in the face to embrace it and dream of some world beyond—well, that was impossible without going mad.
Even she, the cult leader herself, would struggle to produce such fanatical devotees in so short a time.
Her mind was a whirlwind.
Who had pulled off this trick? What kind of sorcery had they used?
Lost track of time, she circled the same spot over and over.
Until finally, the voice she'd been waiting for rang out.
Knock knock.
[Ch-Cult Leader. It's Ch-Chief Hwang. I'm here to report on the mission you assigned.]
"...Come in!"
Chief Hwang returned—the one she'd sent to investigate the heretics who'd lost their faith.
At her permission, the luxurious door to the VIP suite eased open, and a gloomy-faced woman poked her head in.
"I-I'm back."
Instead of her usual escorts, Chief Hwang entered the room with a single male slave.
But the cult leader ignored the slave entirely and went straight to her with questions.
"So... did you find the heretics? What happened?"
Chief Hwang was tenacious like that.
She wouldn't have come back unless the job was done, so the cult leader fired off her burning questions.
"W-We discovered the heretics holding an illegal nighttime ritual. Of c-course, we dealt with the ringleader, and the rest of the attendees are undergoing faith reeducation through the Hong Church Hall."
Hearing the positive report, the cult leader could finally ease her anxious heart.
The sudden drop in her followers' devotion had indeed been due to heretics.
And Chief Hwang had dismantled them decisively.
"But... where exactly did this ritual happen?"
With her anxiety gone, all that remained for the cult leader was questions about the heretics' true nature.
Chief Hwang answered her leader's curiosity with a bright smile.
"It seems... the male slaves' faith was shaken. The ringleader incited them, saying it was unfair that only men had to do the labor."
"Hmm... so that's what it was."
It finally made sense.
*Male slaves, huh...*
To bolster her own powers, the cult leader fed on the faith of everyone, men and women alike.
But through the doctrines of the Huangmae Cult, she'd naturally imprinted on them that men were lowly creatures and women superior beings.
The result: male devotees became slaves, while female ones remained simple followers.
*Did that backfire...*
No matter how lowly men were, they were still human.
She'd figured that since leaving this place meant risking their lives, they'd never entertain rebellious thoughts no matter how unfairly they were treated.
She'd underestimated human desire.
The ringleader of this heresy must have exploited that desire relentlessly to win their trust.
"Who was the ringleader? You said you handled them?"
"Yes, just one of the ordinary male slaves. We executed them on the spot, of course."
"...Next time, bring them to me first before punishing."
"Ah, yes! I'll do that."
Chief Hwang's judgment wasn't worth criticizing.
Still, the cult leader wanted to see the face of whoever had stirred up this mess, just once.
*But if they're dead...*
No need to dwell on it then.
Only after everything was wrapped up did the cult leader's narrowed field of vision widen again.
That was when she finally noticed the man standing blankly beside Chief Hwang.
"...And who's that man?"
The cult leader frowned slightly as she asked Chief Hwang.
There were male slaves inside the hotel.
But this VIP floor where she resided was off-limits to men.
No one but the elevator operator was allowed even to show their face here.
At her question, Chief Hwang panicked and hurriedly explained.
"Ah, aaah! Th-This male slave provided major help in tracking down the heretics."
"I'm Lee Seo-ho."
Amid Chief Hwang's frantic introduction, the man beside her bowed his head and gave his name.
The cult leader scowled, visibly displeased.
"I'm not interested in the likes of your name. Don't speak without my permission."
"Eek!"
"......"
At the cult leader's sharp words, Chief Hwang let out a faint whimper of fear, while the male slave silently nodded.
*...Not the dumbest-looking one.*
Dumb slaves usually would've blurted out something like "Understood" without permission, even then.
But this slave beside Chief Hwang got the message and just nodded without a word.
It softened the cult leader's disdain for the dim-witted male a little.
*And his voice sounds surprisingly clear for a man...*
A strange thought flitted through her mind unbidden, and she shook her head with an "oh no."
*What am I doing, thinking about a filthy man like that...*
Must be the fatigue from all that anxiety.
Otherwise, she'd have snapped at him and bitten his head off the moment she saw the filthy creature.
Her senses must be dulled from exhaustion, leaving her unfazed by his presence.
But still.
*The fact that I even thought he was decent...*
Shocked at herself for going that far, and suddenly eager for rest, she addressed the trembling Chief Hwang.
"So... why did you bring this slave here?"
"Ah, y-yes, yes! He earned a merit, so I wanted to grant his reward at my discretion!"
Chief Hwang poked her index fingers together cutely, peeking at her leader with a shadowed face.
The cult leader liked that side of her, so her earlier foul mood lifted a bit.
"Go ahead. He did provide significant help, after all."
"Th-Thank you!"
With permission granted, Chief Hwang visibly relaxed and relayed the male slave's request.
"H-He... wants to serve as a slave to the cult's executives."
......An executive-side slave?"
The unexpected demand made the cult leader scrutinize the male slave standing beside her.
He seemed aware of her earlier rebuke, avoiding her gaze entirely and staring straight ahead like a mannequin.
Yet he kept a faint smile on his lips, as if taking care not to irk her.
*...He looks useful enough.*
Normally, a man becoming an executive slave—let alone on the VIP floor—was absurd.
That privilege was reserved for apostles on scouting duty, nothing more.
This floor was a men-forbidden zone.
*He wants a rise in status...*
It was common enough among men.
Those with leader potential, always clawing their way up in society.
Such men thrashed about like this slave, desperate to climb higher than their current lot.
Even if it was just a slave position, they craved anything elevated—titles be damned.
Then they bide their time in high places, seizing opportunities when they arise.
"Hmm..."
"......"
The cult leader eyed the slave's face intently.
Not particularly handsome.
But a face that oddly drew the eye.
The kind you wouldn't get bored looking at.
*...He could work as decoration.*
Passing him wouldn't sour her mood.
"Very well. Given the magnitude of his deed, I'll make an exception. You may go."
"Th-Thank you! Cult Leader! Th-Then..."
"......"
Chief Hwang, surprised by the approval, panicked even as she smiled gratefully.
Just as they turned to leave the room hastily.
"Wait."
The cult leader stopped them.
"Eek...!"
Chief Hwang yelped faintly at the sudden call, startled.
"......"
The male slave wordlessly returned to his spot and assumed parade rest.
The cult leader approached him in her clicking heels, face impassive.
Even standing right in front of him, he didn't meet her eyes.
......Since I've made this special exception, I'll allow you one word of thanks."
At those words.
Only then did the male slave slowly raise his head to meet her gaze.
A strange emotion stirred in the cult leader's heart.
The slave named Lee Seo-ho placed a hand lightly over his chest in salute.
"I gratefully accept the Cult Leader's boundless mercy."
He flashed a sly yet charming smile.
The sight drew a smirk from the cult leader in return, satisfied.
"Good. You're dismissed."
At her permission, Chief Hwang hurriedly grabbed the male slave's arm and dragged him out.
*His voice really is oddly appealing...*
Replaying his voice in her mind once more.
The cult leader picked up her wine glass and gazed down at her reclaimed peaceful paradise.
The hotel's vast expanse filled the window at a glance.
Perhaps from the relief of her anxiety lifting.
Her lower belly tingled that night.
。 。 。
I headed to an unused side room one floor below the VIP level with Hwang Hana.
The entire floor was unused, so it was quiet, without even the female apostle guards posted.
It was my new assigned area, now that I'd been approved as a dedicated VIP floor slave.
And in one of those rooms.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Kyaaah! Hnng...!! M-My lord...! Mercy...! Hoooh...! Ooooh...!"
I smacked Hwang Hana's ass until her pale cheeks turned red, then relentlessly pounded my cock into her pussy.
Her hole, already filled from multiple creampies, squelched lewdly with my cum and her juices.
"You fucking bitch! I told you to request me as the Cult Leader's personal slave—when did I say executive-side dedicated slave?! Huh?!"
"Eeeek! Haaah! Haat...!! B-But...! Hnnng...! The C-Cult Leader's vibe...! That kind of request...!♥"
Even as Hwang Hana got scolded and spanked, she clearly loved the cock slamming into her—her pussy walls clenched happily with every thrust deep inside, moaning in delight.
At that sow-like display, I smacked her jiggling cheeks even harder.
Smack!
"Kyaaah!!"
"Vibe?! Bullshit! Be honest! You fucked up on purpose hoping for punishment like this, didn't you?!"
"Haaang...! Hnnng...! Ahng...! Th-That...!"
"Not gonna say it straight?!"
Smack!
"Y-Yes...! T-Truth is...! Hnnng...! I was hoping you'd punish me if I messed up...! M-Mercy...!!♥"
Just as I thought.
From the moment we entered the Cult Leader's room, she'd been squeezing her thighs, trembling like she was in heat.
Fantasizing like the gloomy pervert she was.
If she wanted punishment that badly, I'd give her plenty.
I grabbed the gloomy big-tit's long hair like a handle and yanked.
"Kyaaahng!!"
Her back arched, pressing her ass flush against my hips.
When I pulled my hips back, she winced from the hair-pull.
But when I slammed in again, the pussy pleasure drowned out the scalp pain, drawing moans.
Through the huge mirror in front, I watched her massive tits bounce wildly.
Squish, squish, squish.
Thud thud thud thud thud!
"Haaa...! So good...! M-More, haat, more please...! I was bad, so more...! Haaang...! Am-Amazing...!♥"
Just two days after losing her virginity.
And she was more of a pervert than any woman I'd met.
She got off on the spanking and being treated like a sow.
"You fucking bitch! This isn't punishment if you enjoy it!!"
"Haaaang!! Sorry...! I'm a pervert who loves getting punished, sorry♥"
The big-titted gloomy girl just clenched her pussy joyfully with every thrust, reveling.
Rising climax building, I had no choice but to dump another thick load into her womb.
Spurt spurt spurt!
"Haaaang! L-Love this! Incredible...!!♥"
I buried my cock deep and yanked her hair—her huge tits heaved, her gloomy idiot face reflecting in the mirror.
Tongue lolling, eyes rolling back, body convulsing.
Soon after her peak, she collapsed face-down on the bed, panting raggedly.
*Well... same floor, so no big issue.*
I pulled the spent Hwang Hana into my arms, enjoying the feel of her massive tits as I thought leisurely.
"Ah, hn, j-just a bit of rest... haat."
I toyed with her clit on top, dishing out a little more punishment.
*She wasn't gonna request that anyway.*
The Cult Leader hated men more than I expected.
No matter my merits, becoming her personal slave was a long shot.
So in a way, "executive-side dedicated slave" was a solid improv.
This punishment play was my reward to Hwang Hana.
*Speaking of... so that's what she looks like.*
Savoring a handful of her breast, I recalled the first sight of the Cult Leader.
Her lustrous silver hair glowing in the soft candlelight.
Those eerie silver eyes, like a true apostle of god.
And above all, beauty on par with Yu Ha-yeon.
*Plus that black negligee was hot as hell.*
When we first locked eyes, I nearly pinned her right there.
Of course, common sense kicked in—doing that would've gotten me caught by the guards outside, forced to flee.
So it stayed a fantasy.
*Soon...*
It wouldn't be long now.
Before I turned that venomous glare into a sow-face like Hwang Hana's.
I savored the Cult Leader's beauty in my mind, like the last strawberry on a cake.