Chapter 107
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: My Dick's Thirsty...
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I draw up my mana.
The mana circulating through my body gathers above my hand at my command.
I stand up from my spot, thrust my hand forward, and begin forming the new incantation etched into my mind.
'Not too difficult.'
From beginner to intermediate.
Nothing like the huge leap from beginner swordsmanship to advanced.
Maybe that's why it didn't feel as impactful compared to swordsmanship.
But even as a born DPS who's been honing my sword skills, that made the new magic all the more exciting.
"Fire Lance"
⟨ Fire Lance ⟩
It was the name of the new spell I'd acquired.
A long spear-shaped construct made of flames.
If a conical lance were forged from fire, it'd look exactly like this.
'And yeah, definitely more useful than Fireball.'
Right now, it was only the size of my palm, but that was just the spark.
And if I poured enough fuel into that spark to really ignite it...
"Whoa."
In an instant, it swelled to a size that easily engulfed my body.
As expected, the flames made from my own mana gave off no heat to me.
But watching the ground beneath it start glowing red-hot in real time told me it was definitely hotter than Fireball.
'Fireball just goes boom with no precision or penetration.'
But this was different.
I aimed the Fire Lance at the zombies.
Honestly, there was no real need to aim.
Zombies were overflowing everywhere, disgustingly abundant.
Even after wiping out 600 with my enhanced shotgun and that '■■■ran■' technique in a flash, my vision was packed with them again.
Targets overflowed.
And in my hand was the perfect bullet loaded for those targets.
No reason not to pull the trigger.
I launched the Fire Lance straight ahead.
Fire Lance (Intermediate)
Piercing flames carve through hordes! +Massive penetration & explosion on impact!
KWAAAAANGGG—!!!!!
The Fire Lance shot forward, gouging the ground as it literally shredded the zombies in its path.
Unlike Fireball, it held its form—no explosion—charging ahead like a knight thrusting his lance.
KABOOOOOM—!!!
Just as its speed started to taper off, the surface grew unstable, and it detonated like a Fireball.
The blast radius wasn't huge compared to the mana invested.
But the zombies pulverized during its charge far surpassed what Fireball could've done.
A completely different mechanism from Fireball's instant-explosion-on-hit.
'For versatility, this one's way better.'
Looking closer, I could control the final phase: maintain form until all mana burned out to scorch surroundings, or detonate immediately.
Plus, unlike Fireball—which inevitably damaged bystanders no matter how I tweaked it—this could precisely skewer only my target.
Sure, I had the shotgun, but magic was separate.
Worth every point on that intermediate spell.
Ping—
"Ah..."
That's when a dizzy spell hit me.
My balance wobbled, legs going a bit weak.
Luckily, I tensed up fast and didn't fall.
Had I been hit by something?
Nah, dismissed that quick.
This was definitely the sensation from dumping too much mana at once.
Checking my reserves confirmed it—bone dry.
'...Yeah, burned through a ton.'
Especially Sword Aura's mana drain; insane rate.
Swordsmanship itself didn't cost mana, but firing off that ■■■ran■ earlier guzzled a massive amount of aura.
Spamming a heavy consumer like that? No wonder I was tapped out.
"Hoo... guess I'll head back."
So with that, I decided to call it early today.
Mana presence or absence was critical, no question.
Couldn't skimp on the resource guaranteeing my safety in emergencies.
Plus, I'd casually offed like 800 zombies in that last test.
At that pace, even rolling slow, I'd finish ahead of schedule—plenty of leeway.
So I returned to the underground group's safe zone earlier than usual.
People looked shocked at my early arrival, bowed their heads, then went back to work.
This place was prepping smoothly for the next phase.
No more freeloading lifestyle.
Work-for-rations system now.
The gamers who'd been mooching got court-martialed straight to the front lines ages ago.
So the safe zone was mostly folks sorting trash from upper shelves, rearranging tents.
Others cooking with the kitchen gear I'd supplied.
The rest were downstairs, risking necks on zombies to secure hearty meals for tomorrow.
'Not like the second floor—no loyalty to me here.'
Just the weak submitting to the strong.
Nothing I could do about it.
These folks had lived cushy, even if nutrition was off.
Then we snatched their feast, rationed just enough to stave off starvation, and put 'em to work.
Big difference from the second floor's perfect cannibal-bait setup.
As long as they worked properly, I didn't care—shrugged and headed to the safe zone's center with familiar steps.
The hub for meetings, group decisions.
Mostly empty now—everyone grinding zombies below.
Except one exception.
"Ah. Master...! Back early today?"
Yoon Seola.
Doyun's lover, exempted from duties as special case for the interim manager.
And the one pretty woman I'd handpicked in this group.
'...My dick's thirsty.'
No need to spell out what for.
Her long brown hair swaying to her waist, she spotted me and came running—
"Ah...!"
I grabbed her and dragged her straight into my designated personal tent.
Yanked down my pants, freeing my limp dick—still drained of energy.
Seola's face flushed with surprise at the massive cock thrust in her face.
"R-right now...? You just got back..."
"Kinda tired, y'know? Wanted to recharge with your mouth. Got urgent."
"Can't be helped then... Mwah."
Weak to refusal, she nodded at my casual reply and planted a slow kiss on the tip.
"Mwah... Mwah. Mwah."
'So damn easy.'
The kisses started at the glans, trailed down the shaft to the root, then reached my balls.
She rolled them gently with her tongue, then reversed course back up.
By the time her lips hit the tip again, my dick was rock-hard—like the limpness was a lie.
"Mwah...! Hnng... Master really is something. Swelling this huge so fast... And so big..."
"Whose dick you think it is? It's hard now—suck it."
"Yesss. Mwah... Slurp. Here I go. Haaah...!"
Final kiss on the tip, then she filled her mouth with saliva and engulfed my glans.
Hot mouth envelops me.
Seola's saliva-drenched interior was a perfect cocksleeve.
Fucking bliss.
"Slurrrp... Nnngh... Slurp. Slurp...!"
"Hoo... Starting to feel alive."
Demurely nursing the glans—not full fellatio yet, more like post-warmup warmup, suckling gently.
The ticklish pleasure made me kick off my half-shed pants fully and rest a hand on her head.
She smiled slyly, signaling the real start, and flicked her tongue tip against the glans.
"Churruruup... Slurp...! Slurp! Lerurururu."
Emphasizing her pretty face for me, lips demurely around the glans while her tongue worked overtime.
Her free hand massaged my balls softly for peak service.
My dick throbbed harder at the sight.
"Slurp...! Hnn... Now for the real deal. Haaah...!!"
Seola's full fellatio kicked off.
Mouth wide, strings of spit visible, she engulfed deep in one go—sucking shaft fast.
Tongue lashing wildly, intent on scraping every vein from glans ridge to base.
My lips curled at the pleasure surging up my nerves.
Her hot mouth wrapping my cock drew a soft sigh of comfort.
Satisfied, she ground her tongue everywhere, bobbing her head.
"Chubobobop...! Chup! Chup! Chup! Slurp...!"
"You've got real talent. Who'd guess this is only day three of learning blowjobs?"
"Hnnngh...♡ Sluuuuurp...!"
Lips stretching for vacuum praise-suction.
I stroked her cheek for the loyal cocksleeve work, dick standing proud.
'Picked a damn good slave.'
Vacuum blowjob worthy of pride.