The Dick Born from My Fucktoy

Ye-jeong sat there completely vacant, looking as though she had lost her very soul after being filled to the brim with my seed right in front of her husband and daughter.

And there I sat before her, like a bloated hyena lingering over the scraps of its prey.

Then came Jihye, slinking toward me like a lioness trying to snatch a meal from that very hyena.

"Husband? You're done playing with that lunch lady bitch, right? Can I have a turn? Maybe a mother-daughter double-header?"

Jihye stared down at Ye-jeong with the eyes of a well-fed cat sizing up a cornered mouse.

Sensing the gaze of a cruel predator, Ye-jeong shuddered violently.

"Hey, Jihye. Didn't you say you loved Minji? Why the hell did you just dump her on the floor like that? Go bring her over here right now."

I snapped at her, annoyed by her antics.

"Look who's talking..."

Pouting and muttering under her breath, Jihye dragged Minji over. Minji looked just as shell-shocked and vacant as her mother.

Seeing Minji completely broken after watching her mother get brutally violated and filled with my seed right in front of her and her father gave me a brilliant idea. Surely her spirit was completely crushed by now, wasn't it?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled Minji into my arms, lifted her blouse, and gently placed my hand on her stomach. Like a father soothing a child's stomach ache, I softly stroked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her belly while focusing on channeling my mana. Instantly, I felt the familiar, smooth sensation of the Brand taking hold.

Seeing my mana drop from 10 to 0, it was clear the Brand had successfully bonded.

As I sat on the edge of the bed playing with Minji, Jihye rudely shoved me aside and climbed onto the mattress. I ignored her insolence for now, too focused on branding Minji and checking my status window.

Mmm... Ah...

But when a soft moan echoed from behind me, I couldn't ignore her any longer. I turned around to find Jihye already kneading Ye-jeong's breasts, casually shoving her fingers into the poor woman's pussy and ass.

"Why the hell are you sticking your fingers in her back door? That's filthy."

"Didn't I tell you before? Nothing that comes out of Minji is dirty. And that goes for the very hole she crawled out of, too."

Look at this bitch, testing the waters and dropping her honorifics. She was a tricky one to train. When I was beating her half to death with a baseball bat and punching her in the face, she was practically begging to give me her anal virginity. But the moment I started treating her decently, she tried to act like my equal and push her way to the top. It was the typical DNA of a high school bully.

"I'm pretty sure Minji didn't come out of her ass. Unless she was born from an egg like Lady Aryeong."

Birds have a cloaca where their reproductive, urinary, and digestive tracts all meet, which is why their eggs always have shit smeared on them.

Just like our ancestor, Bak Hyeokgeose, was born from an egg, his wife, Lady Aryeong, must have been born from one too. I mean, her name literally had "Ar"—egg—in it!

While I was busy contemplating whether our ancient ancestors had been summoned as heroes from another world by Korean high priests—and if the summoning circle was actually Gyeongju Najeong Well—Jihye was starting up another round of madness.

"Aaaah!"

When Jihye pulled out a disposable ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠alcohol prep pad like a nurse prepping a syringe and began sanitizing the tip of her tactical baton, I had just watched idly, my mind still drifting back to the Gyeongju Najeong Well. But Ye-jeong's blood-curdling shriek snapped me right back to reality.

I looked over and saw Jihye forcing the blunt, capped end of the tactical baton straight into Ye-jeong's ass!

"You crazy bitch! Stop right now! I haven't even claimed her anal virginity yet, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh, husband, is that your thing? Sorry, I didn't know~"

Jihye stuck her tongue out, trying to act cute. But with her tough-girl face, it didn't work at all. It wasn't because she was cute, but since I was in a decent mood, I decided to let it slide instead of giving her the fifty lashes with a baseball bat I'd planned back at the officetel.

I tossed Ye-jeong's red mesh panties and bra to Minji and spoke.

"Minji, hurry up and put your mother's underwear back on her. Let's head up to your place first and figure out our next move."

With bloodshot eyes, Minji silently dressed her mother. No matter how much I looked at them, they didn't seem like biological mother and daughter. How could their breast and hip sizes be so wildly different? Sure, the kids might take after their father's side of the family, but still. The old man must have seduced a naive girl back in high school and ended up marrying a total beauty. I was almost jealous. Well, not that it mattered now—the mother-in-law was my fucktoy too. Though, with Ye-jeong's eyes all red and puffy from crying, they did look a bit alike.

"By the way, what's your dad's name?"

Minji looked dumbfounded by the random question, but she answered quickly enough.

"Jeong... Hyeong-uk."

"Ah, right. Mr. Hyeong-uk."

Leaving Hyeong-uk—or rather, my dear father-in-law—in the camper van for now, I took my mother-daughter double-header, Ye-jeong and Minji, along with Jihye, up to Minji's apartment on the second floor.

When we walked in, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my brother-in-law was lying comfortably on Minji's bed, his arms bound tightly behind his back, looking as relaxed as if he owned the place. Did this bastard have a brain or not? How could he even think of lounging on a bed in a situation like this? Minji had mentioned her brother was a bit slow, and it looked like she wasn't lying.

But the moment he saw his mother and the rest of us, he suddenly began thrashing like a lunatic.

"You son of a bitch! Do you have any idea what's happening right now?!"

Honestly, that was my line.

"We don't even know when the radioactive fallout is going to hit Suwon, and you were down there fooling around all this time?! The camper van isn't airtight, so we can't even flee anymore! We have to hole up here and survive until the radiation clears!"

"You crazy bastard! You should have told me that sooner!"

Whoops. I accidentally blurted out exactly what I was thinking. Well, whatever. Even if he was technically my brother-in-law, he was nothing more than a dick born from my fucktoy.

Even if I called Minji my "primary wife," it wasn't like we'd had a wedding or registered a marriage. She was just my favorite fucktoy. And there was no rule saying Ye-jeong couldn't be my fucktoy either, just because she was the pussy that birthed my other fucktoy. Jihye was the only one who was a bit of a pain to handle, despite being one.

"Minji said you're smart, so you know what to do, right? In the apocalypse web novels I read, you just wait inside the house until the fallout settles after a nuclear war."

"That's in novels, you dumbass! We need to seal the window frames with tape, cover the bathroom and kitchen vents with plastic wrap and tape them shut, bring up all the food from the camper van, and block off the rooftop door, the first-floor entrance, the parking lot, and the rooftop water tank room if there is one! We also have to go door-to-door and make every household seal their own units so the fallout doesn't leak into the hallways!"

"There are forty units in this building. How the hell are we supposed to do all that in time?"

"That's why I've been telling you we're out of time! If you hadn't dragged your feet, we would have escaped to the southern provinces by now!"

He was being incredibly insolent, but since this was an emergency, I decided to let it slide.

"M-Mom? What's wrong with your clothes? Why are your eyes so red?"

Juho finally noticed his mother's disheveled state.

"Oh, it's nothing. Didn't you say sealing out the fallout was the most important thing right now? Um, Son-in-law? Or... what should I call you?"

"Just call me Doyoung-ssi."

"Yes, Doyoung-ssi. Hearing what Juho said, we need to prepare immediately. May I bring my husband up here?"

"I'll go grab him with Jihye."

I turned to grab Jihye, only to find her already fondling Minji, who was pulled tightly against her chest.

"Are you seriously playing lesbian in a crisis like this?"

"I'm not a lesbian, though? I like guys. I just like teasing girls because they're fun to bully..."

Jihye looked at me with a deeply offended expression.

"Did you even listen to what he just said? Didn't you say your parents live on the fourth floor of the apartment complex right behind us? What are you going to do about them?"

"Ah! What do I do?!"

Yep, school bullies really were all brainless idiots. I'd assumed she had some brains since she managed to land a job as a police officer, but then again, if she were actually smart, she wouldn't have been a bully in the first place and risked getting a criminal record.

"We don't even have enough time to get all forty units in this officetel to seal their windows, let alone your parents' building. Just go grab them and bring them here!"

After sending Jihye off to her family's place, I handcuffed Juho and cut the tight ropes around his wrists, which looked like they were cutting off his circulation. Then, I grabbed the heavy iron chain and padlock I'd bought to secure my bicycle, threaded it through Juho and Ye-jeong's handcuffs, and locked them securely to the metal bed frame in Minji's room.

Next, I went downstairs with Minji to bring Hyeong-uk up. I unlocked the chain, freed Juho and Ye-jeong, and chained Hyeong-uk to the bed frame instead. Just then, Jihye returned with her parents. We didn't even have time for proper introductions; I quickly cuffed Juho's hands in front of him instead of behind his back so he could work.

Contrary to my expectations, Jihye's mother looked quite ordinary. It seemed Jihye had only inherited her mother's chest size, which explained why, despite her pretty face, her breasts and hips were just average for a Korean woman.

On the other hand, Jihye's father was incredibly handsome. He looked like he must have been an absolute player back in his college days. Why on earth did he marry such an ordinary woman? He must have been trapped somehow. Maybe he'd just gotten discharged from the military, returned to school starving for a woman, knocked up a freshman, and got forced into marriage.

Jihye's parents looked like they had a million questions, but since their daughter was a police officer, they seemed desperate to believe that nothing illegal was going on.

Following Juho's instructions, we sealed the window frames of both my apartment and Minji's with blue tape and duct tape, then wrapped the kitchen and bathroom vents in plastic and taped them completely shut.

Then, accompanied by Juho, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Minji, Ye-jeong, Jihye, and Jihye's parents, we headed down to Juho's camper van. We hauled up water, food, and a bunch of random junk: an illegally modified homemade crossbow and bolts, some radio-looking device with a hand crank and a solar panel, rolls of wire, spiral-twisted metal rods, flat-folding metal brackets, and a weird metal can with one end cut open.

Aside from the laptop, I had no idea why we were bringing up all this garbage. But since he seemed to know what he was doing, I just let him call the shots.

Ye-jeong and Juho struggled a bit to carry the supplies while handcuffed, but keeping them restrained was far safer than risking them turning on me, so I kept the cuffs on.

The camper van was too tall to fit into our officetel's first-floor parking garage, so we rolled out the awning in front of the convenience store and parked it underneath.

Next, we pulled down the parking garage shutters, posted warning signs on both the inside and outside, and sealed the gaps from the inside with tape.

We posted a similar warning on the glass doors of the first-floor main entrance and sealed them shut.

When we opened the door to the fifth-floor rooftop, we found a water tank room. Most modern buildings didn't have these anymore, but since this officetel was on the older side, it still had one. Living in a building with a water tank room during the apocalypse was a massive blessing! Nowadays, most places used booster pumps connected directly to the water mains, meaning the water cut out the second the electricity went down.

We slapped warning signs on the water tank room and sealed it with tape, then did the exact same to the rooftop exit door.