Episode 1
Squelch!! Squelch!!
Apocalypse… the game I’ve possessed as the protagonist…
‘Ah, I can’t remember the title of the game.’
Anyway, in this Apocalypse side-scrolling adult game full of grunts, there’s only one rule I need to keep in mind.
To fuck every single one of the various ‘female clone bitches’ that appear before me.
To kill them with whatever execution gimmick I fancy, then fuck them, then kill them again.
Don’t overthink it; just do whatever the fuck takes your fancy.
Squish!!! Squish!!! Squish!!!
A whole horde of mob bitches are coming to kill me – aren’t you worried?
Well, let me ask you this: are you scared of a walking, running, massive-titted meat-onahole?
─I can say that because the body of the protagonist I’ve possessed is on a par with the superhumans you see in films.
Stamina that’s practically infinite, allowing me to have sex whenever I please whilst constantly fighting female clones, and a cock that’s practically as big as a horse’s.
Having possessed a being with all of the above, is there really any need to worry about such things?
I don’t think so.
“Don’t you agree? Onahole 3, Onahole 4?”
Pshhh!!! Pshhh!!!
‘Mmm-mm-mm♡♡’
‘No, no♡♡ Stop squirting now, please♡♡’
‘Bloody hell, he’s really squirting.’
Without even answering my question, Combatants 3 and 4 just spurted pussy juice rudely and let out frantic moans.
Apart from pleasantly squeezing my two thick fingers inside their pussies, these two seem utterly useless.
‘Useless and rude onaholes need a bit of discipline, don’t they?’
‘Eek!??’
‘Heeek!??’
Squelch!!!
‘Ah♡!!’
‘Ah-ah♡’
Squelch!!! Squelch!!
"You’ve ruined the whole world, and yet you go about wearing this lewd latex high-cut as if it were a combat uniform. Did you do it, or didn’t you?"
‘Ah♡ Ahh♡!! Aaaah♡♡!!’
‘Heek♡ Heeeek♡♡’
Pshhh!! Pshhh!!
Again and again, those two bitches refuse to answer my questions and just squirt their sticky juices like a fountain.
Only after making them squirt a few more times did I finally manage to hold the two females, their plump thighs trembling, in my arms.
I gently laid them down beside the corpses of Combatant 1—whose beautiful, snow-white belly was already sunken in—and Combatant 2.
‘Oh my… oh myyyy…♡’
‘Sniff… sniff……♡’
The two females were already half-fainting.
And whilst carefully observing the corpses of the two females who had just been gored in the stomach after recklessly groping my cock.
I pondered deeply.
‘Where am I?’
As with all side-scrolling action games, the types of enemies that appear in each stage are fixed.
So, if I can remember which stage these sluttily dressed enemies appear in,
it should be of some help in deciding where I should head next and how I should act.
'Well, judging by the motel room setting… it seems to be one of the stages set in a city… but is it, as expected, the first stage with no variables?'
After three seconds of pondering whilst fondling the enemy’s breasts, I stopped thinking and stood up.
'What’s the point of thinking about it? I’ll just go outside and have a look.'
With a superhuman body that never tires, is there really any need to bother thinking?
That nonsense about ‘a slow mind leading to a hard life’ doesn’t apply to me here.
“Right then, before we head outside… shall we make a choice first?”
Before stepping out of the room, I stand before the two females, still quivering with pleasure.
‘Huuuugh...’
‘Heeee...’
‘I suppose in this day and age, choosing just by looking at their faces is a bit much, isn’t it?’
SMACK!!
‘Gah…?!?’
‘So, first things first, I need to have a taste of you.’
‘Eeep!??’
I grabbed the neck of the Onahole 3, who had been lying on the floor, and lifted her up.
I began to suck on the thick, pink tongue that had slipped out of her mouth, like a straw.
Slurp!! Slurp!!
‘Mmm♡ Mmm!!!♡♡’
For someone who dresses so lewdly, perhaps this was her first such intense kiss.
Combatant 3 trembled even more than when I was roughly fingering her pussy.
‘Huuuup♡♡♡’
Is she actually enjoying this now, even in this sadistic position with her neck gripped?
Wrapping her thick, firm thighs around my thick waist.
She actively engages in the kiss, her sticky, supple tongue entwining fiercely with mine.
What a lewd woman.
Slurp♡♡ Slurp♡♡
For three minutes, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of those sticky, slimy kisses.
‘Pah-haah♡♡’
When the long kiss ended, Combatant 3 was staring intently at me with half-melted eyes and a haggard face that stirred my competitive spirit.
As if declaring that she would become a slave to my cock from now on.
But unfortunately, ‘not yet’ did I have any intention of creating my own flesh slave.
And this bitch’s saliva didn’t even meet the conditions I wanted right now.
“You’re out.”
Crack!!!
With that declaration, I snapped the pretty, slender neck of Combatant No. 3, whom I was holding.
‘Right, next.’
‘H-h-heeeek?!?’
I set down the pretty corpse of Combatant No. 3, whose neck was bent at a grotesque angle.
Watching the kiss with a rapt expression.
Mint-haired Onahole 4, who had been rubbing her twitching pink clit with her fingertips, was startled and tried to flee.
But no chance of that.
Crunch!!
‘Guh-heh♡!?’
‘Where do you think you're going?’
‘S-save meee♡♡?!?’
Grabbing the neck of Onahole No. 4, who is trying to flee in terror, I begin to suck her in.
Slurp♡♡ Slurp♡♡♡
Just as with Combatant 3, I use her thick, soft tongue as a straw and suck in her saliva.
Going through this tedious process, there is only one thing I am seeking from these two females, and that is ‘something to drink’.
The reason I am suddenly looking for something to drink is this thirst I have felt ever since I woke up.
Of course, as a superhuman with infinite stamina, I won’t die of dehydration.
But since my mind is still human, surely I have something called ‘mood’, don’t I?
So I thought.
I’ll use whichever of these two has tastier saliva as a temporary water bottle and disposable masturbation sleeve, then throw her away.
‘It would have been best if “breast milk” had come out, like the females in the middle section, but tsk.’
The saliva of Combatant 3, whom I tasted first, was far too sticky and slimy to be used as a drink.
What’s more, it was even sweet, like the sugar syrup served in coffee shops.
Of course, it would have been good for use as a sex slave later on.
The reality is that right now, as we need to move locations, it’s not particularly useful.
It’s a shame, but what can you do? I’ll just find something better later, I suppose.
‘Mmm♡♡ Hmm♡♡’
Squelch!! Squelch!!
Anyway, back to the kiss.
No, let’s get back to ‘checking the quality of the onahole’.
Fortunately, Combatant 4’s saliva had the viscosity I was looking for.
What’s more, it had a refreshing, smooth texture, unlike Combatant 3’s syrup-like, sweet saliva.
“Heggeee♡♡♡”
‘Right then, you’re the one. This should be plenty for drinking whilst walking around outside.’
And so, I prepared to head outside with the female who had been so honourably chosen…
‘Hold on a moment, now that I think about it, how am I supposed to carry this one around?’
Just as I was about to set off, another problem arose.
There’s no way I can carry this blighter around.
I don’t have a lead, and I certainly can’t carry something this big in my pocket.
‘What am I going to do… Ah!’
At that moment, a brilliant idea popped into my head.
The answer had been there all along—why on earth had I been worrying about it?
‘Right… shall I lift this girl up…?’
‘Huh…?’
‘What if I shove it onto my rock-hard cock…?’
Gulp!!!
‘Huuuuh!??♡♡♡’
Pshhh!! Pshhhhaaa!!!
‘Right, the water bottle-cum-masturbator is complete.’
Let me say it again: the saying that ‘a tired mind makes for a tired body’ certainly doesn’t apply to me.
‘Gehh♡♡ Oohh♡♡’
Right, now that the tutorial’s over, it’s time to really get going.
At the moment, my only possession is this canteen-cum-masturbator, but isn’t that a good enough start?
Thinking positively, I stepped out of the building.
* * *
Thud. Thud.
'Shit.'
I’d stepped out of the building full of confidence and walked for quite a while, but all I could see was a completely deserted city.
There were four of those clone bitches, and judging by the circumstances, they must have spotted me whilst scouting.
I’d assumed the main force of clones would be nearby.
'Was it just a second-rate squad, then?’
It was the moment when regret washed over me—I should have tried to extract some information before killing the fighter who appeared to be the squad leader.
‘Ah, I’m thirsty.’
Gulp!!
‘Slurp!!’
‘Mmmph♡♡♡’
Slurp♡ Slurp♡
‘Phew, that’s refreshing.’
‘Hee♡ Hee♡♡’
This female combatant, clinging pitifully whilst impaled on my cock, was no exception.
She fulfilled her role as a water bottle perfectly, but it was a real shame I couldn’t extract any information from her.
Perhaps her mind had completely short-circuited the moment I thrust my cock into her cunt.
Every now and then, the vaginal walls surrounding my cock would twitch, tightening around the shaft I’d inserted for transport.
The entrance to her womb, melted like a vanilla soft-serve ice cream on a midsummer’s day, yearned for ejaculation.
Other than lewdly licking my glans, she showed no other reaction.
‘Well, I suppose I’ll have to be satisfied with that for now. If I’m going to be wandering the city for a while, it seems unlikely I’ll be able to find a masturbator straight away.’
It was a real shame I couldn’t get any information.
I decided to make do with the fact that she was managing to hold my erect cock.
Ah, but that doesn’t mean the pussy feels good enough to make me feel like I’m about to come, so I plan to ditch her later.
Anyway, I spent another four hours walking through the centre of the ruined city, sucking on my water bottle.
#@###@@###!!!
#$@#@###!!!
‘!’
Hearing the faint voices of females in the distance, I immediately ran towards the source of the sound.
Squelch!! Squelch!!
‘Haa♡ Haa♡’
I wonder if there’s still some camaraderie left.
Thanks to the water bottle’s sabotage, which kept squeezing my pussy a little more with every stride, I missed the sound several times.
Fortunately, I managed to reach the source of the sound just in time.
Thud!!
‘O-go-ok♡??’
‘Shh, be quiet.’
I plugged the opening of the water canister, from which lewd moans were escaping, with three fingers, then hid behind a nearby building to assess the situation unfolding before me.
“…No, stop fucking her and come over here, I said! Deal with these human corpses first, then have your fun!!”
“Ahh♡ It feels so good♡”
‘Ugh, that cock-crazed bitch. Hey, you lot, sort that side out first. Quickly incinerate the corpses and let’s join the main group.’
"When are the girls who went out on reconnaissance earlier coming back?
‘No idea? Aren’t they off somewhere snatching another bloke to fuck?’
At least twenty fighters have gathered here: Fighters 1, 2, and 3, who previously lusted after my cock, and others wearing high-cut latex that clings to my cock like a canteen.
Some are raping men they’ve found in the city centre, whilst the rest are retreating after incinerating the corpses of civilians they’ve already killed.
‘Hmm, are there any leader-class individuals?’
The ones who appear as stage bosses in the game.
The female who appears to be the ‘leader’—the original of the clones—was nowhere to be seen.
That means these aren’t the main force either.
‘It’s a shame they’re not the main force, but there’s nothing for it. Shall I go and see if I can get some intel and a new canteen?’
In search of information, and a sturdy canteen that wouldn’t break.
I began to walk with a spring in my step towards the swarming group of female clones in the distance.
It was the start of the first stage.