Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: A Person on the Verge of Suicide
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That day passed, and for a while after, we spent our days without any major incidents.
We'd head out for a light stroll, hunting zombies along the way while scouting around the base, checking the status of the isolated apartment, then return home by sunset.
My busty beauty girlfriend—well, more like a girlfriend with even more eye-catching hips and a cute slave—would greet me with dinner ready.
After eating, we'd naturally climb into bed together for some sex.
Some nights we'd go until sunrise, indulging in pleasure until we were all covered in fluids, clinging to each other and passing out like the dead.
Before we knew it, five days had slipped by in that blissful routine.
"Slurp...! Chuuup. Slurrrp... Slurp! Suck...!!"
I woke to the delightful sensation from my lower half.
Right away, a pretty face with shoulder-length brown hair and near-yellow brown eyes smiled down at me—my girlfriend.
"Morning, Yuseong."
"Good morning. Ngh...!"
I was grinning through my morning greeting when a sudden wave of pleasure made me groan.
Semen was surging up to the tip; I was right on the edge.
Glancing down, I saw the covers bulging where my black-haired, golden-eyed slave Sua was swirling her tongue around my cock, sucking away.
She must have been at it for a while already—my dick was rock-hard at its limit, and her mouth was sticky with her saliva and my precum.
'Feels like at least thirty minutes.'
That explained why it was so swollen.
Ah, gonna cum.
"Cumming..."
"Suck!!"
Sua bobbed her head up and down at my words, clamping down on the tip and rapidly flicking her tongue over the entire head.
My lower body shuddered with pleasure as I entrusted my cock to her mouth and released.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Spluuuurt...!!
"Suck...!! Gulp... Gulp..."
Sua sucked like she had a straw in her mouth.
I relaxed completely, letting her tongue work me over as I shot my load.
Spluuuurt! Splurt! Spluuurt!
"Mmph...! Gulp... Hng."
Yuri Sister, who'd been watching me, leaned in close and offered her lips.
"Chuu... Smack. Slurrrp...!"
Spluuurt! Spluuuuuurt! Splurt!!
"Hng... Suck. Gulp, gulp..."
Our tongues tangled in a deep, intense kiss.
I drank her saliva, fed her mine, and she sucked on my tongue like it was delicious.
Ejaculating into Sua's mouth while kissing Yuri Sister.
The bliss from above and below chased away any sleepiness.
Once I'd emptied everything and Sua had swallowed it all clean, her morning service was done.
"Good morning to you too, Sua."
"Huu... Good morning, Master. I enjoyed your thick first load of the morning~."
I stroked Sua's head as she proudly showed off her clean tongue, then used Clean to wipe away last night's traces from all three of our bodies.
Every sticky bit vanished in an instant.
"Smack♡"
As a finale, the two beauties kissed my cheeks.
And so, another day started off great.
After getting out of bed and eating breakfast, I grabbed my machete and prepared to head out.
"I might not make it back today, so don't wait up. I'm thinking of going pretty far."
"Got it. Be careful... Don't get hurt."
"Please come back safely, Master."
"...Nope, can't do that. Both of you, come here."
Even after cumming once this morning, their pretty faces got to me—I couldn't hold back and pulled them both into a hug.
I smooched their soft cheeks.
They giggled and even pressed their cheeks toward me.
"You two are just too damn pretty."
"Ahng♡ Yuseong, you~."
"Eeit♡"
At my words, Sua and Yuri Sister rubbed their voluptuous bodies against me.
Yuri Sister went further, pressing her thigh against my pants where my dick had hardened again.
But I had things to do today, so I couldn't give in to the arousal. I groped their asses to signal calming down.
"Sorry. No time today."
"Haht...♡ Hng. It's okay..."
"Then I'm off."
I left home with their reluctant send-off.
The gray world... but now with no real threats, the outside felt ordinary.
Still, zombies were annoying if they swarmed, so I activated Nameless.
A week later, I walked past the blood and corpses littering the streets.
'Today’s the day.'
My destination: the apartment I'd isolated.
Yesterday, zombies had reached the ninth floor.
Two days prior, it was the seventh—they'd definitely caught the human scent.
Food or water must have run out by now; they'd probably tried venturing out.
'Perfect timing.'
No food meant anxiety; isolation meant fear.
And that woman would feel it most intensely.
Women are at their most vulnerable without someone to rely on.
Best moment to claim her.
I soon reached the apartment complex.
Zombies swarmed the grounds—rumor must have spread or something, impossible as that sounded.
'How many are there...?'
Even more than yesterday.
At least twenty in sight alone.
'All the ones from inside came down?'
Otherwise, the numbers didn't add up.
Meaning the apartment was practically wiped out.
"...I didn't even need to isolate it; this would've been enough."
Zombie detection range wasn't huge, but this many meant no blind spots in the complex.
Even I wouldn't approach without Nameless.
What chance did that man have, sneaking around their blind spots?
This horde? No way out.
'Guy had the worst luck.'
Setting up here, catching my eye, turning this place into a zombie field.
Miserable dude.
Though lucky for me.
With that thought, I headed to the building I'd isolated.
"No zombies?"
None visible through the first-floor entrance.
Looking up, zombies crammed the stairwell windows higher up.
'They all went up chasing the scent.'
Multiple escape attempts since yesterday, probably.
Light still on at the tenth floor meant failure, though.
I checked Nameless's duration—plenty of time—and slipped past, heading up.
Density increased the higher I went.
From the seventh floor, shoving wasn't viable; I had to kill them to proceed.
Finally, the tenth.
Most zombies here.
And sure enough, a corpse caught my eye.
'...Is that even a corpse?'
More like "remains."
More missing parts than intact ones; just chunks of body left, face excluded.
Obviously the male survivor.
His twisted, screaming expression conjured images of his agony.
"Don't know your name, but thanks. For sacrificing yourself to my desires."
I killed him, technically, but no guilt.
Just a grateful pawn for my gain.
Confirmed dead, I cleared the building's zombies.
No need for them now—they were obstacles. Might as well convert to points.
Cleanup done, I returned to the tenth and knocked.
Knock knock—
"Not a zombie. Human."
A human voice inside? After a wait, movement stirred.
Crashing sounds—what was that?
Then a click, and the door slowly opened.
"A real... person...?"
"...Yeah, not a zombie. Real human."
The woman beyond the door made me pause in surprise, but I answered calmly.
She was in no shape to call "decent," even kindly.
No water meant no showers—matted hair, musty smell—but that wasn't the issue.
Messy hair, smeared makeup everywhere, utterly given up.
And crucially, dead eyes.
'Didn't expect her this wrecked.'
How to describe it?
Many words fit, but one nailed it instantly.
'A person on the verge of suicide.'
The most despairing face I'd seen countless times in Ajeol.
Even Sua had that look right after I opened her door.