Guro-gu (4)
Guro-gu (4) — Gocheok Sky Dome, Guro-gu, Seoul.
Kieeeeeeek—!
The howls of the zombies announced, quite naturally, that 'a night in Seoul' had arrived.
Seated at the center of the reserved seats on the fourth tier, I tipped my head back and looked up at the domed ceiling. It was sealed shut—not even moonlight or starlight, the only lights the night had left to rely on, could reach inside. The sole thing illuminating the Gocheok Dome was the flashlights I had handed out to my believers.
I gazed down over the stadium where those tiny points of light had gathered. It was nothing like the moonlight bathing the whole world from the heavens, granted—but the Gocheok Dome, dimly lit by the flashlights of several hundred people, had a strange charm of its own. Across the vast field the believers huddled in snug little clusters, their easy laughter and chatter drifting through the air, and at the center of each small circle a flashlight stood in for a campfire, glowing against their faces.
Wedged here and there among those gatherings of believers were the citizens, their expressions still somewhat stiff. Having been cowed into silence by the alien roars of the zombies, the course they took was perhaps only natural. Desperate to escape their fear, they hovered around the believers like insects clinging to a light—their reactions cast from the exact same mold as every soul who had become my believer so far. The believers, in turn, naturally drew those wary-but-curious onlookers into the circle, and now, without me having to stay up all night comforting them myself, a brand of evangelism all their own was thriving.
I watched Kim Jiho shouting in a voice brimming with conviction from within the largest circle, then turned my head aside. My gaze settled on the kid lying limp as a rag doll, dead to the world, in the seat right beside mine. If not for the faint rise and fall of a small chest and the occasional wisp of breath, it would not have been much of a mistake to think the child dead.
…No wonder people would take the kid for pre-infected.
No snoring. No grinding of teeth. No thrashing, either. To citizens still in the thrall of zombie-outbreak panic, this was an utterly unmistakable case of 'something very wrong here'—an eerie anomaly, plain as day.
Would be nice if the kid had an ability like Seo Joowon's.
Was there really no mechanic in this world where, when an awakened one died, another awakened inherited the dead one's skill? No matter how I turned it over, Seo Joowon's ability felt far too good to simply evaporate.
"Cult Leader-nim."
A soft, lilting voice called to me with perfect courtesy. I turned from the kid and looked behind me. Lee Jiwoo stood waiting, flashlight and papers in hand, and the moment our eyes met she opened her mouth with a radiant smile.
"Here is the information on the new believers you asked for."
The paper she cautiously held out quivered. Every motion of hers laid her joyous gratitude bare; I accepted it with a faint smile.
"Thank you."
"Not at all, Cult Leader-nim. Please forgive us, so hopelessly inadequate, for having catalogued not even half of them yet."
Listening to her add that, I lowered the flashlight that had been floating above my head. There, in neat and tidy handwriting, the names and occupations of the newly rescued citizens had been carefully recorded.
— Newly Rescued Citizens —
Teacher · Office Worker · Civil Servant · Delivery Driver · …
Looking over the occupations of these new acquisitions, I asked Lee Jiwoo:
"What of the alcohol?"
"Ah! Before I came up, I gave the brothers firm instructions about it. The rationing will begin any moment now."
No sooner had she finished than the crack of opening cans and long, satisfied groans came flooding up from the stadium floor.
"Anyone thirsty, anyone who can't sleep, anyone with too much weighing on their heart—take a can of the beer right here! If one can isn't enough, I'll give you two! There's plenty of beer!"
At a time like this, when everything was uncertain and no one could see an inch past their own nose, who on earth would refuse a drink?
"With this, I hope the hearts of those who keep their guard up against us will soften, if only a little."
"Ah—without fail, without fail! They, too, shall come to accept your holy salvation, Cult Leader-nim! Without fail!"
I supposed they would. Hear it often enough with a more open mind, and in the end it would become truth to them. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, the day after. And that was how the half-filled page would be completed.
Watching Lee Jiwoo, who had raised her voice so fervently in my stead, I smiled impishly.
"You should have drunk a can yourself and taken your time coming up."
"N-no! How could I ever commit such irreverence in front of you, Cult Leader-nim…!"
I studied her face at my leisure as she rounded her eyes and flapped her hands in denial. Of all the women I had acquired in Guro-gu, Lee Jiwoo was, relatively speaking, the owner of decent looks. A fact I had learned in merciless fashion since coming to Guro-gu myself: once the makeup came off, it was surprisingly hard to find a woman with even a fragment of charm remaining.
In that sense, Lee Jiwoo was a woman who cleared my bar by the narrowest of margins. She was also a believer devout enough to contend for first place in all of Guro-gu.
I beckoned her closer with a small motion of my hand and murmured gently:
"I do believe I owe you a reward today."
At the word reward, her eyes quivered, steeped in rapture. As she came slowly toward me, I surveyed the ground below. Believers and citizens alike, drunk on beer and conversation, with not a shred of attention to spare for the stands above.
"Kneel."
I slowly guided Lee Jiwoo as she knelt before me. Gathering her hands between my legs, she looked up at me. So steeped was she in rapture and fanaticism that had I spat on her face right then and called it a reward, she would have received it gladly. Granted, my spit was itself the [Liquid of Subordination], so it truly would have been one—but regardless, that was simply the shape of the metaphor.
Stroking Lee Jiwoo's hair gently, I spoke.
"My daughter—most precious among all my believers."
"Aaaaah!"
Lee Jiwoo shuddered, a violent cry of ecstasy tearing out of her.
"When Park Yeongho, who joined the faith later than you, opened the Gate of Salvation first—were you not hurt by it?"
"Aaaaah—no! How could I ever dare, Cult Leader-nim…"
"No. I know full well how much more faithful, how much more obedient you were than Park Yeongho."
Murmuring honey-soft, I clasped her two hands, folded together as if for prayer. My face, reflected whole in her pupils, spoke.
"You, too, were more than worthy of opening the Gate of Salvation. But do you know why it was Park Yeongho who entered the Sanctuary first?"
"…I-I do not know."
Smiling, I gently caressed the back of the hand I held. The soft skin I had not tasted in so long sent vitality coursing through my whole body. Lee Jiwoo, utterly indifferent to such teasing, simply waited for my next words.
"Because I wished to keep you at my side a little longer."
"Ah—aaah, Cult Leader-nim!"
At that one sentence, tears welled and brimmed in her eyes. The Lee Jiwoo who had denounced me as a charlatan cult leader while squeezing through the apartment's emergency exit no longer existed. There was only the loyal believer who had offered me not just her body, but her very soul.
"Will you understand me?"
"There is nothing to understand! I—I, too, want to live out my days at your side, serving you forever!"
"How delightful. Truly delightful."
Pleased with her answer, I stroked her dry, brittle hair, and Lee Jiwoo shook her head against my palm like a puppy, answering my touch in kind.
"And to you, so faithful, I shall give a gift."
I took her hands once more—the ones I had been toying with so enjoyably for a while now—and guided them, letting them slowly caress the bulge straining at my groin. Following my lead, her hands traced round and round in circles. At the friction of soft fabric and the pressure of her slender fingers, my cock stirred and twitched.
"…Ah!"
At the small gasp that burst from her, I turned my head back toward her. Perhaps she felt my gaze studying her intently, because she—who had been staring down at the cock twitching ceaselessly beneath her touch—lifted her head.
Haah— haah—
Lee Jiwoo's full breasts heaved back and forth, spilling out hot, ragged breath.
"C-Cult Leader-nim… might I be so bold as to…"
Her voice still trembled, but the feeling inside it had changed. A wetness far stickier than before seeped into the spaces between her words.
"That is why I told you it was a gift, did I not?"
"Aaaaah…!"
Hahahaha—!
"Brother, may I take one more can?"
Listening to the boisterous cries of the believers, I leaned forward slightly. Quick to catch on, she lifted her body a touch, and I whispered into her ear:
"Unwrap it yourself."
"…Yeees."
With a soft flourish of her hands, Lee Jiwoo undid the knot binding the front of my cult robes. Drawing the loosened robe slowly aside, she then carefully pulled my underwear down as well.
"Ah…!"
The moment my underwear slid down, the thing that sprang abruptly free was caught with care between her two hands. Her touch, slightly cool and yet warm all at once, pleased me immensely. It was carnal pleasure, the first I had known in a long while.
"Then might I be so bold… as to perform fellatio upon your sacred member, Cult Leader-nim…"
"Tut-tut. What sort of talk is that?"
"…Pardon?"
I shook my head firmly at the woman gazing up at me, bewildered. This was not fellatio.
"'Fellatio,' she says. Did I not tell you this was a gift from me to you?"
…
Still she did not understand, so I pointed a finger at my cock.
"This, my child, is a gift box. Suck it with devotion, and out comes a present. Fellatio merely means sucking a cock—entirely different thing, you see?"
"Ah—aaah! Of course, Cult Leader-nim!"
"Then what is this?"
I asked, indicating my cock. She answered on the spot, without an instant's hesitation.
"It is a gift box, Cult Leader-nim!"
"Good. Now, at last, we understand each other."
As a token of reward, I caressed the corners of her eyes where they curved into half-moons. The hand that had been stroking them drifted slowly to the back of Lee Jiwoo's head. Just as I had guided her hands, this time I guided her head forward, before my cock.
Haah— haah—
Her breath, drenched in arousal, warmed my cock.
"Now—you must put in the effort if you wish to receive your gift, mustn't you?"
"…Yeees."
With that languid murmur as her parting words, she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock. The sticky yet yielding pressure that came flooding in made me tip my head back a little.
Schlrrp!
Along with the obscene sound, her scarlet tongue slithered like a serpent over my glans.
Shlup! Slurp! Shluuup!
Her rehearsal complete, she bowed her head low and set about sucking my cock in earnest. A contented sigh rolled out of me in time with her head shuttling swiftly back and forth. Between the glances that kept tilting her eyes upward to check my reactions, and the hand slowly kneading my balls, I could tell this was hardly her first time.
Perhaps that was only to be expected. It was the women of the Sanctuary who had been the strange cases; there was nothing odd about Lee Jiwoo. With a face that cleared my standards even barefaced, few women like her would have held on to their chastity for long.
Mmmh! Schlrrp! Slurp!
Though I had ordered nothing of the sort, her free hand had moved on instinct to caress her own pussy. The sight of her pink lips swiftly lapping up the drool trickling down my glistening shaft sent my arousal spiking.
"So the Cult Leader you speak of is that man—the one who twisted the soldiers' heads off earlier?"
"No! The Cult Leader, a mere man?! He is no criminal like the rest of us!"
From somewhere below, voices were climbing to a full-throated roar. Even without seeing his face, I knew at once the voice defending me. Kim Jiho was shouting at the newly arrived citizens.
"From the way you all tell it, wasn't it the Cult Leader who saved you?!"
"And on top of that, he's given you food and a place to sleep! He's even pouring beer for you in case the shock keeps you from resting—and you call that man a criminal?!"
"Can you not hear those zombies wailing out there even now?! At this very moment, you are all surviving under the Cult Leader's grace!"
Down below, one zealous believer sang my praises.
Mmmh! Shluuup! Slurp! Slurp!
And from another kind of 'down below' entirely, a second devout believer was glorifying me as well.
As the pressure of my slowly rising climax mounted, I turned my head—and a diverting thought struck me. I stroked the head of Lee Jiwoo, diligently adoring her gift box, and whispered:
"Why are you unwrapping your gift in such a lewd manner? I fear the little one beside us might learn from your example."
"…Mmh, mmmhh!"
Only then did Lee Jiwoo notice the kid lying in the seat beside mine—and with my cock still between her lips, she made her shock known. The hand diligently caressing her pussy froze mid-motion with a jolt. And yet, amusingly enough, her head kept shuttling all the same. To her, I whispered:
"Shall I give the gift to that child instead of you, Jiwoo?"
Mmmhh—! Shluuup! Slurp! Slurp!
Whining through her nose, she shook her head furiously and began bobbing faster still. In the violence of her motion, I could feel my glans bumping against her uvula. She fell short of A-young, who could take me deeper still, past the uvula and down her throat—but the sight of her desperate not to have her gift snatched away fanned my urge to come.
Squelch, squelch!
In time with the sticky sounds of Lee Jiwoo touching herself, a flash burst behind my eyes. Timing it precisely, I pinned her head in place with telekinesis and drove my cock in deeper still.
Spurt! Spurt!
As my cock pulsed and throbbed, I watched her throat convulse mightily around it. The [Liquid of Subordination], which I had not beheld in some time, slid past her esophagus and seeped into every fiber of her being. Dyed in a light that no flashlight could ever hope to rival, she grinned with a vacant, dreamy expression. I carefully wiped down her face, filthy with tears and drool, and asked the woman who slowly turned her gaze up to my touch:
"How was my gift?"
"…I love you, Cult Leader-nim."
An answer to a question I hadn't asked—but one I found rather pleasing. I asked the woman made all the more devout by my sacred seed:
"You can do even better from now on, can't you?"
"…Yes. Yes! Yes!"
Repeating the same words like a tape recorder, she then said:
"…Anything at all."