Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Punishment
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"Haah... Hngh... Huut..."
"Nngh..."
After that, I didn't let go of Mina or Hyun-ah, lost endlessly in the ecstasy of sex.
Feeding them water and food, I never once pulled my cock out of their pussies—pure creampie after creampie.
Mina had brought it up, so it stuck in my mind. Every time I creampied, I slammed my hips tight against them, thinking get pregnant, and damn, it felt incredible.
We went all night without sleep, and before I knew it, morning had come.
I was on the bed, forming a pool of cum, unleashing my final load deep into Hyun-ah's pussy.
Byurrr! Byurr!
"Haaah! Hooook... Hnggh..."
Her pussy was already overflowing with cum, so every spurt pushed just as much back out.
I ignored it and emptied everything.
Finally, my cock felt utterly spent.
The moment I finished, I pulled out of her still-twitching, sloppy pussy.
Schluup!
"Hooook...!"
Hyun-ah let out one last moan as my cock slipped free, then collapsed, utterly drained.
Tap tap—
I tapped my cock against her pussy, squeezing out every last drop clinging to my urethra.
Even I get tired eventually, huh?
After all that, my cock had softened just a bit.
It was still rock-hard and ready for more, but I could feel a slight fatigue setting in.
My balls were still swollen full, though.
Hyun-ah and Mina's pussies were gaping and bubbling, spitting out the cum I'd pumped into them all night.
Both were at their physical and mental limits, sprawled out limp.
They'd probably stay passed out or asleep like this for a while.
Now that I'd cum enough to feel refreshed, I did a quick stretch, cast Clean on myself, and threw on some clothes.
I wonder if they handled things well while I was gone?
Instead of casting Clean on Hyun-ah and Mina—leaving them like this seemed better for some reason—I left them be and stepped out of the break room.
"Ah, you're out, sir?"
The moment I emerged, Jun-sang greeted me.
The once-upstanding young man now had a noticeably corrupted vibe.
Had he been fucking all night too?
"Yeah... Ah, fuck."
A faint, musky scent hit me. Frowning, I reached out and cast Clean on him.
Light particles shimmered over his body, cleansing him. His face lit up as he bowed deeply.
"Thank you! The boss's abilities are amazing every time I see them!"
"Cut the bootlicking and give me your report. Did you sort everything out like I ordered?"
"Yes, sir! I gathered everyone's opinions, set up a rough hierarchy, and kept the rebels in check. That miracle you showed had a huge effect. Oh, and... we restrained the ones who resisted for now."
What? Nothing left for me to do? He really handled it all.
I'd handed it off to him, but I hadn't expected him to tidy everything up this thoroughly.
He'd even established a hierarchy—the key to holding a group together.
Once people taste even a sliver of power through a hierarchy, they can't let it go.
They bow to unfair superiors to protect their own status, policing the lower ranks themselves to prevent rebellion.
It's the efficient, stable system you see everywhere in apocalypse stories: rank.
This guy's been useful from the start. Real potential.
"Good work?"
"Yes! I adjusted it all to fit what I thought you'd want. Shall we head to see the restrained ones right away?"
I didn't know if it was instinct or prior knowledge, but he'd set it up so I wouldn't have to run around myself.
Gathering opinions to calm things down, isolating rebels—he'd paved the way for me to rule effortlessly.
If he keeps this up, maybe reward him with another slave later.
"Yeah, lead the way. Gotta uproot these rebels from the start."
He looked sturdy enough stamina-wise, and his face said he wouldn't be satisfied with just one woman.
With that upgraded opinion of Jun-sang, I followed him to the restrained troublemakers.
In a corner of the safe zone.
They'd makeshifted a room using tall furniture for walls—crude, but decent height.
A decently built guy who seemed to be Jun-sang's acquaintance stood guard at the entrance.
Oh? Now we've got guards too?
"Min-jun. Bro's here."
"Jun-sang hyung? And... B-Boss...!! Sir!!"
The man smiled lightly at Jun-sang, but paled at the sight of me, bowing obsequiously.
Well, I'd brutally killed someone the day before.
This reaction was par for the course.
Had they standardized my title as "boss" already?
Eh, beats hearing 'master' from dudes. 'Boss' works fine all around.
While I mulled that over, Jun-sang murmured something to Min-jun and stepped aside from the entrance.
"After you, sir."
"Right."
The interior was plain.
A small table and two chairs.
Otherwise, just pillows and blankets.
And the person inside—
"...! You! What did you do to my daughter!!"
Mina's father, Mr. Kim.
"Ah, Uncle?!!"
"You crazy old fart!"
And two younger-looking men.
Three men total.
These are the rebels, huh.
Nothing memorable about them—they wouldn't stick in my mind.
But that didn't mean I'd overlook their arrogance.
"Uwaaaah!!"
Thud!!
"Guhk...!!"
"...Boss!"
"It's fine. Wasn't even a threat."
Jun-sang called out from the side, but I brushed it off and looked ahead.
Arrogant as hell—Mr. Kim charged me the second he saw me.
No weapon, just bare hands.
Brave or stupid?
Obviously, I reacted instantly, grabbing his nape and hoisting him up.
"Kkh... Damn it! Let go, you little shit!"
"Surprising. Weren't you all polite chatting with Mr. Park? Didn't expect you to rush me."
"My daughter's been dragged off by a punk like you—what father would sit still?! You trash!! Kkh!! I'll kill you with my own hands...!!"
Dangling in the air, thrashing, Mr. Kim glared at me with murderous eyes.
Fathers are great... or something.
I got the feeling, sure.
Back in high school, I'd seen punks rip the legs off a stray cat I'd been feeding.
I knew that despair all too well.
But so what?
Didn't mean I had to empathize with this guy.
Not my problem—and hell, I'm the perpetrator here. Sympathy? Please.
More like, his cocky attitude pissed me off a bit.
"Hmph... Not my concern. But you attacked me... so I'll assume you're prepared for the consequences."
I released his nape, slamming Mr. Kim to the floor, then turned to Jun-sang nearby.
"Jun-sang. You said everything was sorted? Then gather everyone in the safe zone at that spot from yesterday."
"That spot, sir?"
"Yeah. Oh, and restrain the other two in here too, bring 'em along."
"Understood."
"Right now."
"Yes, sir!"
Jun-sang bolted out at my urging.
Min-jun, waiting outside, must've overheard—he came in and bound the three men with rope.
"M-Min-jun hyung... Wait!"
"Min-jun!"
They pleaded desperately, like they knew him.
But Min-jun just looked sympathetic and did his job.
"Stay still, both of you... Why'd you have to rebel..."
"Kkh...!"
Looking closer, the rope was decorative trim ripped from curtains.
Explained why it was there—I got it.
After a short wait, we moved to yesterday's spot. Everyone was gathered, just as I'd ordered Jun-sang.
My arrival drew all eyes, the murmurs dying to silence.
They looked the same as yesterday, but their faces were even paler.
Water and food supplies first, huh.
Judging by the stockpile in my inventory, we'd need to raid the lower-floor groceries soon.
That could wait.
I stood before the crowd, Min-jun leading the three bound men behind me.
People glanced back briefly, faces saying it's finally here.
Arms crossed, I faced them and spoke.
"From now on, you all kill these guys."
My words shattered the quiet, chaos erupting once more.