Chapter 0 Prologue
Prologue
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Prologue
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In a corner of a half-collapsed building. The door to a dim, shadowy room swings open.
"Godfather. Here's the new woman you requested."
"Send her in."
No sooner had the words left my mouth than a platinum blonde woman, so stunningly beautiful she made my eyes ache, stepped inside.
Naked.
She carried her clothes—neatly folded, right down to her underwear—in her hands.
"Hah...!"
With trembling legs, she walked past the countless naked women lined up on either side. They all watched the scene in silence, without a word.
"G-Godfather... I-I am honored to meet you."
The newcomer, stark naked, halted before me and hesitantly spoke.
"Survivor Ranking number two... Hilde Kasia."
"Mm."
It made perfect sense that this woman was ranked second. After all, she was the main heroine of this novel.
So, was I number one?
No. My rank was well into the six digits. So low it wasn't even worth counting.
However.
"T-Today, I have come to offer... m-my pussy... as tribute to you, Godfather."
She, the number two survivor, was performing a naked dogeza before me—someone in the 100,000s.
Ass raised high, she prostrated herself flat on the ground, begging me to use her pussy.
"P-Please... use the pussy hole of Hilde Kasia, Survivor Ranking number two...! Ravish it however you like, Godfather...!"
"Eh."
I didn't even glance at her as I scratched my belly.
Lately, naked dogeza just wasn't doing it for me anymore. I'd seen it too damn much.
"Hah...! Ah... Th-Then...!"
Spotting my lackluster expression, Hilde hurriedly shifted her position.
"Please watch Hilde, number two in the rankings... perform her pussy dance...! Godfather...!"
She clasped her hands behind her head and spread her legs wide in the most vulgar way.
"Pussyyy! Puss...yyy!"
She shook her hips to some imagined rhythm.
"Soft pussy...! Slick pussyyy!"
This one was at least worth a look.
I nearly burst out laughing, but the other women around me all stared at Hilde with grave or resigned expressions.
They'd all done it themselves—several times over.
"Pussyyy! Godfather's exclusive puss...y! Please use it...! Godfather...!"
The reason this number two survivor was debasing herself with this shameful pussy dance right in front of me was simple.
"Please...! Use my pussy and grant us our daily bread...!"
She was starving.