Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Let's Make You My Slave
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"Let's talk inside first."
"Y-Yes... Come in..."
The woman's voice carried no strength at all, making me wonder if this was really the same person who had greeted that man with such a bright smile just moments ago.
With those thoughts running through my head, I stepped into the house—and my eyes widened.
'She really tried to kill herself...?'
An open window and a chair placed right in front of it.
Anyone could see it was a suicide setup, right there in the living room.
The house was a mess too, like she'd thrown a tantrum—furniture overturned, belongings scattered everywhere.
Noticing my gaze, the woman gave a faint smile with dead eyes.
"I've shown you an unsightly sight..."
"...Were you trying to kill yourself?"
She couldn't meet my eyes at my words, just stared down at the floor.
She looked like she was on the verge of breaking, ready to collapse at any moment.
To me, it was the perfect state.
'Good that she doesn't even have the guts to actually go through with it.'
If she'd really meant to die, she would've just jumped at the sound of my knock.
Deep down, suicide scared her.
And then I showed up as an excuse, so she screamed and opened the door.
Satisfied with how perfectly she matched what I'd imagined, I sat on the least dirty spot on the sofa.
"Have a seat."
"Yes..."
She seemed flustered by how naturally I'd made myself at home, like it was my own place.
Still, she gave a small nod and sat down next to me.
"Where should I even start... Alright, first question. The corpse at the door. Family, right?"
"...Yes. My son."
'Son...?'
Her words made me take a closer look at the woman in front of me.
Her black hair looked as soft and silky as Sua's.
Slightly droopy eyes and dark irises, a beauty mark on her right cheek.
Flawless jade-like skin and a beautiful face so smooth it lifted your spirits just to look at it—no wrinkles in sight.
And a voluptuous figure that combined the best of Yuri-sis and Sua.
Everything about her screamed "not a mom to a high school boy."
Sure, her breasts had a slight sag, but it was barely noticeable—and honestly, it just added to her mature allure, making her even hotter.
This woman was a mom?
What kind of sin did that guy at the door commit in a past life to end up as the son of someone like her—a son no real man could even glare at without jealousy?
Pity welled up in me, the kind I hadn't felt even when I saw his agonizing death.
'No matter how I look at her, she seems mid-to-late twenties. So that'd make her late thirties now?'
She was insanely youthful.
Of course, to me, as long as she tasted good, age didn't matter.
As those thoughts raced through my mind, she must have read something in my expression—because she let out a little "Ah!" and spoke up.
"I remarried... His biological dad passed away, but I'm not."
"So your age..."
"...Th-Thirty-three..."
Thirty-three.
Still youthful for her age, but it fit her appearance well enough.
Ripe and ready milf, basically.
A widow to boot, teetering on the edge after her son just died.
The thought flashed through my mind, and blood rushed straight to my dick.
"So, may I know who you are?"
"Just a survivor. Uh..."
"Ah...! Kim Hyejin."
"I'm Jin Yuseong. So, Hyejin-ssi. No—Hyejin."
"Pardon?"
At my sudden shift to casual speech, I placed a hand on her shoulder.
She flinched.
Huh? Formal speech?
Why use that with a slave?
"Be my slave."
"Wait—what do you mean by—?! Eek?!"
I yanked her toward me by the shoulder, pulling her straight into my arms.
She'd been startled into complying at first, but now she thrashed to escape my embrace.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!!"
She flailed wildly.
Hyejin struggled in my arms, pushing against my chest to break free—but there was no way she'd budge me.
Not with the feeble strength of a fragile woman against mine.
I ignored her resistance, wrapping both arms around her to pin her in place.
At the same time, I activated Clean.
"Hyejin. You know it too. The world's ended."
"Let go—! Huh? Wh-What's this...?"
Mid-protest, she froze as light enveloped her body, her already wide eyes going even wider in shock.
I chuckled at the sight and stroked her hair.
"You heard all his screams and cries when your son died, right? With a corpse like that at the door. Figured there was no point living if it just meant dying in agony like that—so suicide seemed better, yeah?"
"That's...!"
The impossible light show, her suddenly spotless body.
And my words hitting right at the core—she couldn't form a proper response, her mind a mess.
I kept going regardless.
"But then you hear my voice and rush to open the door like it was your salvation. Truth is, you couldn't do it, right? Suicide."
"..."
"So be my slave. Staying alone like this? You'll just get torn apart alive by zombies, die screaming, and turn into one. At least as my slave, you won't go hungry or get hurt."
Now she clamped her lips shut, invoking the right to remain silent, eyes fixed downward.
But her resistance fading away was answer enough.
I released my hold just enough to grab her ass over her now-clean, fluffy clothes.
"Eek...!"
"Guess you've made up your mind?"
Still no answer from Hyejin.
So I gave her time to think, kneading that soft, yielding flesh where my fingers sank in.
And soon enough, she spoke, as if she'd steeled her resolve.
"...I won't."
"Too quiet, couldn't hear. What?"
"I... won't become a slave...! I'm a person. Not something that can be someone's possession like an object!"
I thought we'd reached an answer, but this must be her last shred of pride.
Even in this desperate situation, her eyes burned with refusal to abandon her human dignity as she looked up at me.
Reality wasn't fiction after all.
Human instinct to cling to dignity wouldn't bend, even with life on the line.
'Pride even now... No, human rights here? Whatever. Trying to hold onto that. Guess "slave" is a trigger word for modern folks.'
Sua and Yuri-sis were the exceptions for accepting it so easily.
Of course, with more time, gentle coaxing, or forcing her to face reality, she'd become a slave eventually.
Humans are learning creatures.
Train her into the role, and it'd stick.
But that would take too damn long.
And I wasn't the patient type.
'Don't wanna waste that much time on a slave anyway.'
I'd pour affection into Yuri-sis, my girlfriend, or Sua, my favorite first slave.
But some other woman? Too much hassle.
Slaves were like custom onaholes you got attached to.
As long as it could take dick, it was good—but the ones you used often or cherished got special treatment.
If she turned out amazing in bed, maybe then. But right now, no urge to invest effort.
I looked down at Hyejin with cold eyes.
"Hmph... Cheeky."
"Ah, ugh..."
My sudden shift in aura froze her solid.
Maybe regretting her choice already.
But she wouldn't get the chance.
This wasn't a proposal anymore.
It was enforcement.
I'd decided, and now I'd make it happen.
"I even kindly proposed, and you reject me..."
"I-I'm not an object—"
"Who said you get to decide that?"
"Huh?"
"Society's collapsed. Human rights, morals—all ancient history now. A powerless thing like you, what makes you think you can define your own value?"
In this ruined world, what worth did her words even have?
I didn't give her time to respond.
I unwrapped my arms, set her down on the floor, and stood up.
Confused now that the restraint was gone.
I looked down at her, slumped on the ground, ignoring it all.
"First, let me tell you your place."
No chance for her to speak.
She didn't have that right anymore.
I swung my hand toward her bewildered face.
Slap—!!