Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: I Want a Slave
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Of course, it wasn't completely unplanned.
I had a rough idea in mind.
Whether that rough idea would solidify into a real plan depended entirely on Yuri Sister's reaction.
"Let's head inside and talk first."
With that, the two women nodded, and we stepped into the house together.
We gathered around the small table in the living room.
Naturally, I was the one to kick off the conversation, as I was at the center of it all.
"First off, I should explain about Sua."
"Yeah... a slave? What does that even mean? Like, the kind of slave I'm thinking of...?"
"It's probably exactly the kind of slave you're imagining, sis. The master's property, existing only to obey the master's commands."
"I'm Lee Sua, Master’s slave."
Right on cue, Sua introduced herself.
At our words, bewilderment filled Yuri Sister's eyes.
"Is that even possible in modern society...?"
"Of course not before this mess started. But once the zombies appeared and doomsday hit the world, I raped Sua and turned her into my slave."
"Raped...? You mean you forced her?"
"Yes. That's right."
My bold admission made Yuri Sister's pupils tremble faintly.
She glanced back and forth between Sua and me before asking in a shaky voice,
"Sua, are you okay with this...? Being raped and turned into a slave...!"
"...I'm not sure how to put it... But to sum it up, I'm content with how things are now, in my own way."
'She's content with it?'
This wasn't some answer she gave just because I was there—it was Sua's honest feelings.
True to form, after all the affection she'd shown me, she had come to accept her position as my slave.
As I sat quietly listening to their exchange, Sua continued.
"At first, I hated it, obviously. But it didn't take long to realize that as long as I stayed in Master's good graces, I could live safely and comfortably in this hopeless world. And the pleasure Master gives me feels so ecstatic... Ahem. Yuri, you know what it's like out there, right?"
"Yeah... You and Yuseong just broke through it a little while ago."
"If women like us were thrown into a place like that, could we even survive?"
"...No. Probably not."
"Exactly. In a world where danger lurks everywhere now, there's no safer place than Master's side."
"...So you're saying you're satisfied living as Yuseong's slave? Even if it started with being raped against your will?"
"Yes. No matter how it began, I've accepted my position as his slave."
Yuri Sister fell silent, still looking confused at Sua's calm response.
She'd asked what felt like a leading question, hoping for some negativity, but Sua's unwavering answer seemed to give her a lot to think about.
And seeing Yuri Sister like that, I felt things were going exactly as planned.
'Sua explained it better than I expected.'
Normally, I'd have had to make some excuses with minimal help from her, but Sua had replaced my excuses with her own firsthand perspective for Yuri Sister.
That alone provided plenty of material to convince her, packed with positive details.
Even her current silence—not disappointment or disgust—proved its effectiveness.
After a brief stretch of quiet, Yuri Sister finally spoke up.
"Yuseong."
"Yeah, sis?"
"Honestly, I can't say I'm not disappointed."
Her voice trembled slightly, just as I'd expected.
Well, yeah, it made sense.
She'd nearly been raped herself, and here I was, the guy she loved, admitting I'd done exactly that.
"Even I think I'm scum, so I get it."
"Still... I love you, Yuseong. The gentle Yuseong who protected me and whispered sweet words of love—that's the real you too."
"Exactly. Both that side and this side are me. I love you, sis, but I also want to enslave and use other women—that's Jin Yuseong for you."
"Yeah... And if you wanted to deceive me, I wouldn't have been in any position to resist. But you told me the truth anyway... I can tell how much you care about me."
She wore a complicated expression as she said it.
Yet her gaze toward me still held affection.
"And after seeing what you did to those guys' legs yesterday, I still said I loved you—I have to own that. Even seeing those bodies this morning didn't shake me. So I can't start preaching morals now. I've got no room to talk..."
"The world's changed. Now even people hunt each other's lives."
"And thinking from Sua's perspective, your side really does seem safer. Even if the method itself is wrong, it's a way to survive."
"Everyone's just finding their own path to live."
"You're still scum, though."
Sua nodded in agreement.
Got to acknowledge what's true...
"Yeah... no words for that."
And with that, the conversation wrapped up.
No need to drag it out further—we spent the next while in silence, sorting through our thoughts.
Sua seemed to be analyzing this sudden new presence, Yuri Sister.
Yuri Sister, meanwhile, furrowed her brow, wrestling with her shifting values in the quiet, actively reshaping herself for my sake.
It was proof she valued me more than the morals she'd built up over her life, and that secretly made me happy.
I pondered our next steps.
'Bringing in more slaves now shouldn't cause much waves. She might waver a bit, but time will smooth it over.'
Thinking of the bitch I'd locked in the apartment and the slaves I'd acquire in the future, I resolved to push forward with making more.
It had been too long since I'd last made a slave—I'd slacked off way too much.
Just having Sua was starting to feel a little thin, even to me.
Though building pure love with Yuri Sister had unexpectedly taken time.
Having convinced Yuri Sister to accept my slave-owning ways, I stood up.
Both women's eyes followed me.
"You two rest. Looks like we're done talking, so I'll unpack our stuff."
"Stuff? Master, are you planning to make this our new base?"
"Oh, right, I didn't mention. Yeah. The old base is a wreck now. With the world like this, high schoolers raided it."
"Even high schoolers...?"
"Anyway, just chat or whatever and take it easy."
"Okay."
"Yes, Master."
Hearing their replies, I pulled items one by one from my inventory, shuttling between the kitchen and storage room to sort our belongings.
Yuri Sister had grabbed so much random stuff—tons to store...
Still, it'd all come in handy eventually, so I stashed it away properly.
As I busied myself with unpacking for a good while, I overheard the two women chatting in the living room.
Couldn't catch the full details—just snippets—but it started calm, got a bit awkward, then I heard "sis" and such, so they seemed to be warming up.
Even if it was main wife and slave dynamics, it was still a tough concept for Yuri Sister to swallow, but they were bonding easily enough.
And in this apocalyptic world,
what entertainment was rarer than talking to another person?
Especially if they were the same gender.
'Age gap... Yuri Sister looks so young, safely in the clear.'
Stocking cans in the pantry, they struck me as beautiful sisters—one with black hair as the little sis, the other with brown hair as the big sis.
Seven years apart in reality.
Say that to her face, and even Yuri Sister would shoot me a cold glare.
Then my thoughts drifted elsewhere.
'Wonder how the apartment's holding up.'
It'd been a day now, but judging by the food that guy had stockpiled—mostly perishables, not much quantity—it'd run out fast.
Might be other preserved stuff in the house, but how much could a normal family home have?
Probably depleted in about a week.
'So they'll have to venture out for supplies before it runs dry.'
That's when they'd realize they were isolated.
Sure, they could loot upper floors, but could they outpace the zombies sniffing them out and creeping up slowly?
Not a chance, in my book.
'Guess I'll check on them in about five days.'
For now, time to shore up our foundations.
Might look calm, but Yuri Sister's mentality took a hit—I needed to look after her.
Better if the three of us could grow even closer.