Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Concept Recommendations
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My body felt as heavy as a cotton ball soaked through with water.
My waist throbbed like it was about to snap, and my thigh muscles trembled with spasms.
But the most unmistakable sign was down below.
The cock that always sprang up like a tent every morning was limp and shriveled today, utterly drained. The tip was still crusted with semen and juices that hadn't been fully cleaned off.
"Haa... Guess I really overdid it."
No wonder. I'd fucked three women nonstop—in the bathroom, the living room, the bed. Being perfectly fine after that would be the weird part.
I groped around beside me, but the bed was empty. All that remained were crumpled sheets and white stains scattered here and there.
The digital clock read 1:15 p.m.
I tried to sit up, only to collapse back into the pillow from the stabbing pain in my waist. I needed to take it easy today. Pushing myself on a day like this would just lead to chronic issues.
I grabbed my smartphone from the nightstand. Flicked on the screen and, with familiar motions, logged into the Apocalypse Gallery.
First thing I checked was the Biting Lord proof post I'd uploaded yesterday.
As expected, it had exploded. The recommendations were overwhelming, but the dislikes were no slouch either—a chaotic melting pot of inferiority, envy, jealousy, and admiration.
I scrolled down through the comments.
Wow... Just die from fucking yourself to death already.
Bro learned pussy from porn vids.
I wanna eat rice fed to me by a spoon from a girl too.
Bro, what's the next concept? Taking recommendations?
This guy's got no pride? Total slave now ㅉㅉ But rec anyway.
Bro, next time uniform cosplay? Nurse or cop or something.
Forget all that, show us ripping stockings. Black stockings ripped and fucked, please.
Try outdoor play? Right at the bunker entrance for the thrill.
Rape concept. Girls hating it but forcing it anyway. Pin down their resistance, fuck 'em while they scream and cry no—that's hot as hell.
"Rape, huh..."
It was definitely a stimulating idea.
So far, Sua, So-yeon, and Ji-eun had all been obedient to me. They'd been like bitches in heat, desperately clinging for my cock. The fear of being kicked out of this cozy bunker if they went against my mood, plus their instinctive dependence on me as a male.
So sometimes, the thrill of overpowering a fiercely resisting woman might not be bad.
The forbidden thrill you can't get from consensual play. Imagining silencing her begging mouth as she trembles in terror, ravaging her pussy walls by force.
I felt my dead dick twitch faintly.
"That sounds fun. I'll check the girls' conditions soon and give it a shot."
I kept scrolling through other posts.
The world outside was still hell. Posts about eating human flesh due to food shortages, or leaving last words while surrounded by zombie hordes.
In that hell, my bunker was the only sanctuary.
Suddenly, the bunker layout flashed in my mind. Basement level 1: residential area. Eight guest rooms total. Sua, So-yeon, and Ji-eun were using rooms 1, 2, and 3, leaving five vacant.
Food? The basement level 3 warehouse had mountains of canned goods and combat rations enough for me alone to eat for a thousand years before they spoiled. Level 2's smart farm grew enough veggies for a lifetime of salads.
Even with four of us, it'd last centuries.
"Resources overflowing, but population's lacking."
Sua, So-yeon, Ji-eun. All excellent partners. Tight pussies, devoted service.
But as they say, more is better.
The more women, the better. New faces, new bodies, new moans would enrich bunker life. Plus, the current three would step up their service with competition.
Not bringing anyone in right now, but checking who's dying to get into my bunker outside could be amusing.
I hit the compose button right away.
Title: Spare rooms in the bunker—anyone coming? (Women only)
You've all seen my videos, right?
Come here and you can live like that.
Meat dishes every day, hot showers, sleep safe without zombie worries.
Five rooms left—too good to waste, so posting this.
Not saying come right now. Just seeing if any tough bitches are willing to risk it.
You know the conditions?
20s. Good body, pretty face. Virginity gets bonus points. Sluts need not apply. No diseased girls.
Above all, absolute obedience to me. Murder experience? Once is enough.
Smart girls, DM self-intro, full-body pic, and face pic.
I'll contact if I see one that gets me hard when bored.
No DMs from guys. Will block. GTFO.
[Post registered successfully]
The bait was cast. I set the phone down, anticipating how many big fish would bite. I'd check reactions en masse tonight.
I hauled myself out of bed and stretched. My spine cracked and screamed.
"Ugh... My back..."
Shook off the stiffness and headed to the living room. The scene was pure peace.
Sua, So-yeon, Ji-eun. The three sprawled on the sofa like corpses. In loose tees and hot pants, last night's intense marks visible between their legs. Nape, thighs, ankles—all bearing my marks of ownership.
Ji-eun stared blankly at the TV with her mouth agape. So-yeon was drooling on Sua's shoulder, dozing off. Sua alone clung to consciousness, watching a variety show.
"What, playing dead?"
Sua turned her head laboriously at my voice. Dark circles hung down to her chin.
"Oh? Oppa, you're up?"
"Yeah. Why do you all look like that?"
"Whose fault is it... You tormented us like wild animals yesterday."
Sua pouted and grumbled.
Ji-eun nodded weakly, whining.
"Yeah... My back won't straighten... You kept bending me backward... My pussy inside still stings."
"Oppa's stamina is beastly..."
So-yeon mumbled in her sleep. I chuckled and squeezed between them, smacking So-yeon's soft ass to make room.
"Told you to exercise more. Look at me, fine as hell."
Truth was, I felt like death, but I kept up the patriarch facade. A man without bravado is just a corpse.
"Not hungry?"
"Nah... Probably 'cause we haven't moved."
"Bored then. Wanna game?"
"Game? More fighters? You always spam cheap combos, oppa."
So-yeon's eyes lit up. Body wrecked, but gaming talk got her going—true gamer girl.
"Nah. Four-player horror today."
"Horror...?"
Coward Ji-eun's face paled instantly.
"I-I can't handle scary stuff..."
"That's what makes it fun. With penalties, it'll be thrilling."
I hooked up the console and launched the pre-downloaded game.
Eerie BGM and title screen. Four-player co-op survival horror: explore an abandoned house, evade ghosts, escape.
"Rules are simple. Scream or make a big noise from jumpscare? You're out."
"Ugh... What's the penalty?"
"First to make noise grants a wish. If I flinch, I grant all three of yours. Vice versa, I bank one."
"You grant all three if you flinch? For real?"
Sua's eyes sparkled.
"Yeah. Confident."
Truth: I wasn't great at horror. But I'd memorized guides and jumpscare patterns from YouTube.
These girls? Total wimps. Guaranteed to crack.
"Alright! Let's do it!"
So-yeon fired up too.
We killed the lights, drew curtains for mood. Dim living room, only TV's bluish glow on us.
"Here we go."
Game started.
Each with a flashlight, we crept down a dark hallway.
Creeeak—.
Door opening sound hit real.
"Eek... Sound's too loud..."
Ji-eun glued to my arm. Her massive tits pressed my forearm. Horror game's silver lining.
"Quiet. Noise means out."
We advanced holding breath.
Suddenly, chandelier crashed from ceiling.
BOOM—!
"Hngh!"
Ji-eun clapped her mouth, curling up. Muffled snort-groan leaked.
I startled too but knew timing—held breath with a sharp inhale, dodged. Sua and So-yeon gripped pads, quivering.
Terror ramped up.
Baby cries somewhere, blood-tear ghost on wall.
"Hnn... Scary... Oppa, I can't..."
So-yeon whimpered. No stopping now.
Climax: Basement door opens—screen fills with ghost's grotesque face, ear-splitting shriek.
SKREEEEE—!!!
That moment.
"KYAAAAAH!"
"HEEIK!"
"KYAAK!"
Sua, So-yeon, Ji-eun screamed in unison. Ji-eun especially clamped my arm, convulsing like a fit.
My heart dropped—"Hup!" nearly escaped—but bit tongue, held. Bloody taste filled mouth.
"Out! All out!"
I dropped the pad, yelled.
The three huddled, shaking like leaves. Tears welled in Ji-eun's eyes.
"Whoa... That scared me... Thought my heart stopped..."
Sua panted, clutching chest.
"Whoa... Oppa didn't flinch? At that? Not human..."
So-yeon stared in disbelief.
"Heh. Iron nerves. You all screamed. That's three wish coupons for me."
"Aww... Forgive us once... It was too scary... Hng..."
Ji-eun aegyo'd with teary eyes, but a win was a win.
"Nope. Saving 'em for something good. Look forward to it."
I grinned lecherously on purpose.
Three wish coupons.
Perfect for rape roleplay later.
'Use wish coupon. Pretend you're getting raped now.'
Just imagining: Fake terror, "No, don't!"—but yields to my strength, spreads legs. Forcing into tight entrance, pounding cervix. Bliss.
Shut off game, lights on. Tension gone, hunger hit hard.
"Dinner casual. Everyone's beat."
Cup ramen, instant rice, canned ham—quick fix. MSG kick and hot broth relaxed us.
"Early bed tonight. Catch up on yesterday's sleep."
"Yeah... I'm gonna pass out. Don't wake me tomorrow..."
Sua rubbed eyes, stood.
"You too, oppa. Don't overdo."
So-yeon and Ji-eun staggered to rooms.
Alone in living room, I fired up phone again. Couldn't resist checking the slave recruitment post.
DMs: Dozens already.
[Please! I'll come! Please!]
[24yo C-cup. 165cm/48kg. Pics attached. I'll do anything. Just save me...]
[I can do great. Feed me and I'll be your flesh toilet forever, oppa. Good at laundry, cleaning, cooking.]
[Oppa, remember me? The one who commented before...]
Way more applicants than expected. I tapped through pics one by one.
Nude shots, spreading privates, humiliating face scribbles...
Good bodies, innocent faces, sultry types. All sorts begging to live, to be my sex slaves.
A few standouts. But too much hassle to bring anyone now.
Three here plenty fun, and I've only got one dick.
"Pick slowly later. Shopping vibe."
No replies, just closed DMs.
These hordes of women clutching phones, breathlessly awaiting my choice. That alone filled me up.
Back to bedroom, flopped on bed. King-size felt empty with them in separate rooms tonight. But the quiet wasn't bad.
Wonder what tomorrow brings.
Pondering three wish coupons happily, I drifted off.