Marathon Meeting -1-
“Huu... back at last.”
“Auu!!”
“Uee~”
“Huaa~”
We'd returned to the central garden of the lily-filled underground castle before heading back to Earth. Fortunately, the plan to transfer all the nuclear weapons from North Korea into my inventory had been a resounding success. Combining stealth magic, spatial transfer magic, and mind control magic had turned North Korea's leader and all his high-ranking officials into puppets utterly obedient to my commands. On their orders, I'd stripped them of every last nuke they had—fifty nuclear warheads alone, plus dirty bombs and the like, totaling at least a few hundred in all. I'd packed them all neatly away in my inventory.
While I was at it, I grabbed some weapons too...
There wasn't much worth taking aside from ammo. Most of the guns were outdated relics, worn to hell. Still, I'd snatched up anything that looked usable: the latest gear used by the elites' direct guards, the scant few modern armored vehicles, and even some suspicious high-end stuff like the newest nuclear subs and battleships.
I had no idea it'd all fit in my inventory.
At level 100 with full gear, plus some junk from my last hunting ground and a massive pile of ducats, it was basically empty. Everything just slid right in. North Korea was probably in total chaos now that the mind control had worn off, right? Whatever.
“!!”
-Snap!!
The moment we returned from Earth, we were greeted by the [Undead General] and his legions of undead troops. The Undead General snapped a crisp salute toward me.
-Snap!
I returned a casual salute to the Undead General.
Time to kick off the full undead hero party plan for real.
I started mulling over our future strategy. Our current party had a buffer (me), hero (Dena), martial artist (Kangjang), and mage (Mari). It was pretty well-balanced, but we were still missing a lot.
Healer, assassin, elf archer—those are must-haves...
The issue was finding the right corpses. Obviously, I had no intention of using some random dude or average chick for my elite undead. Only stunning beauties made the cut.
But info's kinda scarce.
I'd gleaned some knowledge from books in the palace, but not much on history, past events, or novels.
Not that I'm worried.
Because right beside me were locals(?) who probably knew all about that stuff.
“So, I'm looking to recruit new party members. Anyone you recommend?”
That would be my darling Living Death girls. Their minds held the memories of their original selves from life, after all.
“Auu~!!”
Kangjang was the first to shoot her hand up.
“Oh? Kangjang volunteering right away? I'm intrigued.”
“Uuu!! Auu~!! Auuaa!!”
Her suggestion left me stunned.
“What? Langfang's mom?”
“Uuu!!”
-Nod nod.
Kangjang nodded affirmatively at my words. In other words, she was dead serious about turning her original body's mother into an undead.
“But she's still alive, isn't she?”
“Auu~ Uuu!!”
Translating Kangjang's words: “That bitch would surely revel in the ecstasy of being owned and submitting to Master. She'd happily become Master's property. No, I'd make her that way♥”
Her heart was utterly rotten. To her now, any familial love or affection from her original self was less than dust compared to her loyalty to me.
“Just give the order, and I'll turn her into a corpse and offer her up to Master myself!!”
She even started describing how stunning her mother's looks were. The thought of offering up her own family had Kangjang seriously excited.
“What a brilliant idea, Kangjang!! I'll offer up Zhan Ark's mother with my own hands too!! And among the princess's close aides, there were bitches with looks that would satisfy Master!! I'll turn them into corpses and present them to Master myself!!”
“Aah~ How tragic~ All my original witch Hecate's relatives died ages ago, so there's nothing I can offer Prince... But if you command it, I'll burn nearby cities to the ground if I have to and gather bitches that'll please Prince~”
They spoke those twisted words of loyalty with utter nonchalance—chilling enough to horrify any normal person. The morals and ethics of their human days no longer bound them. Every judgment revolved around me. Their absolute criteria were my commands, my benefit, and my pleasure. Nothing else held value.
They were ready to move at my word.
-Sssllip.
Kangjang slipped off my pants—still in my school uniform—and pulled out my cock. She turned her back to me, planted both hands on the ground, and assumed a doggy position.
“From the grace you bestowed before, we realized something frustrating: our pathetic female bodies are too feeble to fully contain Master's greatness.”
-Rub rub.
She wedged my cock between her ass cheeks and ground against it. The paradoxical sensation—elastic yet plush, firm yet soft—from those massive ass cheeks stimulated me, and I got hard in no time.
“So, to satisfy Master, we loyal servants will offer up hordes of bitches♥”
-Smirk.
Kangjang flashed a wicked grin as she said that.
“Mm-hmm!!”
“Hehe♥”
-Nod nod.
Dena and Mari nodded in agreement.
“Mm!!”
I was thoroughly pleased with the unwavering, absolute loyalty my three undead showered on me. Every action and word dripped with devotion so profound it aroused me. Had anyone ever submitted to me like this in the past?
But regardless...
“No need to offer up your former family or acquaintances.”
Because...
“They're still unripe.”
And no point killing civilians who weren't my enemies. I might be undead, but I wasn't that depraved yet.
Anyway.
“Understood, Master.”
“Aah, what a shame. It was a chance to prove our loyalty.”
“Hehe~ As expected, Prince is so kind.”
My commands and will were absolute. The trio, who moments ago had been thrilled at the prospect of sacrificing friends, relatives, and even cityfolk, snapped back to normal instantly.
“Exclude those people and tell me about others.”
“Auu!!”
“Uee!!”
“Huaa~”
For example, past heroes or villains—corpses with confirmed locations, who were women, beautiful, and strong enough to shine in a hero party. With those criteria, some solid intel came up.
“Auu~ Uuu!! Uauu!! Auaa!!”
First up from Kangjang—fitting her Eastern princess origins—was Aisin Gioro Kuran, founding empress of the pre-Jin Empire state of Muugol and known as the Conquest Empress. She'd forged the largest empire in Mundus history and was a peerless warrior of immense prowess. Her beauty was top-tier by human standards. (Note: Most beastkin here are full furries, but for some reason, some have just animal ears and tails like kemonomimi. Kuran was one.) Her tomb was heavily concealed, but Kangjang knew a place to pinpoint it.
A barbarian warrior? Nice. Hero parties need that classic vibe. But the East is far—put it later in the route.
Next, Dena.
“Uee! Ueuu!! Eee!! Uee!”
True to her Western roots, she recommended someone from the Roman Empire: Maria Raphael, predecessor to the current saint Matthias, saint 40 years ago, and hailed as the strongest saint ever. She'd sacrificed herself battling a catastrophe-class monster from the massive Daradul Great Swamp in the Roman Empire's east. Her body still anchored the sealing spell that bound the beast she couldn't fully slay. The Luminus Church hid the site, but Princess Zhan's hero knowledge revealed a way to find it.
A saint healer. Hero party essential. And close by. Head there first after leaving.
Mari's turn.
“Huaa~ Hehe~ Huahu~ Aahu~”
With memories from the ancient Rose Witch, she suggested fellow ancients—two, unlike the others. First, a dwarf—not modern ones, but a Dwarven, ancestor born after the gods' war when nephilim kin became mortals. Closer to elves than today's degenerated dwarves. The last Dwarven, princess of an ancient dwarf kingdom, dubbed the Obsidian Princess for her beauty—that was Mari's pick. The other was, even by Mari's reckoning, a legend from ages past: an elf. Leader of the elves, born from a special World Tree root egg with superior intellect and power—a high elf. Sylvanas Eldradril, the strongest legendary high elf queen from 1500 years ago. Mari had gleaned rough corpse locations from her wandering witch days.
Dwarf!! Elf!! Hero party staples.
Locations slotted perfectly between the saint and barbarian. Route planned.
Grab any usable corpses en route for the party too.
Strategy sorted.
As my thoughts cleared—
-Squelch squelch!!
-Plunge plunge!!
“Oook!!♥ Oguk!!”
“Cum.”
I said it while watching Kangjang, who'd gone from rubbing my cock between her cheeks to straight-up impaling her pussy on it, shaking her ass like a bitch in heat.
She squirted every time my cock pistoned in and out, but never stopped slamming back. Her womb mouth kissed and sucked my glans like it was starving. Those plump, jiggly cheeks mashed against my pelvis like dough—pure filth.
“Yesss♥ Uhoot!! Fill your exclusive cum dump to the brim, Master♥”
-Spluuurt!!!
“Ogokkuu!!”
-Spurt!!
Her pussy erupted in a geyser of juices as she climaxed spectacularly.
-Schlop...
-Pop!!
“I'll clean you up...♥”
Unlike before, thanks to the semen circulation trick we'd figured out, Kangjang came hard but stayed conscious.
“Chuuup!! Jjop!! Ungchup!!♥ Master's cum is so tasty♥”
She immediately got to work on cleanup fellatio, slurping it down with relish.
And even as Kangjang serviced my cock,
“Hehe♥”
“My, my♥”
Dena and Mari rubbed their tits against me or guided my hands to theirs.
With our lewd marathon meeting concluded, we finally decided to bust out of this underground lair for real.