Give a Carrot
Give a Carrot
"Whoa, what's all this?"
Jeong Ji-min let out an admiring little exclamation at the sight of the vending machine dispenser overflowing with food.
With such a variety, she picked up items one after another, letting out a steady stream of "Ooh..." and "Aah..."
The results of the Instant Food gacha were better than I expected.
Chicken, pizza, triangle kimbap, dumplings, ramen, fried shrimp... and so on.
Everything was heated and ready to eat, so there was no issue with digging in immediately.
The service was generous compared to the third vending machine.
"You need some food to go with the booze. Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for you."
"You sound like an old man, oppa. Aren't you, like, twenty-five?"
"Which is exactly why I need to take care of myself. You know what they say about being past your prime."
"Is that really necessary? If you ever got sick, wouldn't Hui-ryeong unni just zap you and fix it?"
"We don't know that for sure, dummy. We haven't confirmed if she can even cure diseases yet."
At that, Jeong Ji-min wagged her finger back and forth, her expression oddly smug.
"I have faith. I know unni can pull it off!"
"That's ridiculous. Since when did you have so much faith in Hui-ryeong? You don't trust anyone here."
"Eyyy, oppa, you're really hurting my feelings. If you say that, you make it sound like I'm actually a bad person."
Jeong Ji-min acted as if I was being ridiculous, tapping me lightly on the shoulder and giggling.
But I saw it.
The way her body flinched like I'd hit a nerve.
This one had been like that from the start.
She puts on a frivolous front, but deep down, she's more calculating and sly than anyone else.
"But you are a bad person."
"That's so mean! You're always so cold to me and nobody else. I've given you my body and my heart, but every day... every single day, just me...! Can't you be a little nicer to me?"
Jeong Ji-min wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
No matter how you looked at it, it was a laughable act.
"Then how about you show some trust first."
"Will sucking your dick do, huh?"
See? Her gloomy face vanished in an instant, replaced by that groveling grin again.
Anyway... was that really her way of showing me trust?
It was absurd, but I had no reason to refuse, so I pulled down my pants and shoved my cock forward.
"Ah, no... seriously?"
"What, did you mean it as a joke? You said it, so do it."
"...Couldn't you let me off with a kiss? I drank a lot today and I might throw up."
Jeong Ji-min wore a reluctant expression, scratching her cheek as if troubled.
She might throw up, huh...
Fine. I figured I should back down this time.
After all, I couldn't have vomit getting on my prized possession, could I?
"Ugh, fine. Forget it. Just go round up the girls and start setting things up."
"Hehe, a wise choice. Put your pants back on first, though... Here, have a drink before you go in~. Down the hatch~!"
She shoved the wine bottle she'd placed on the floor toward my mouth.
I subtly blocked it with my hand.
"Later. Drinking without food will knock me out. I'm a lightweight."
"Hmm... They say the ones who call themselves lightweights are the strongest. Don't tell me oppa is that type?"
"No, really, I am."
I wasn't lying.
Just half a bottle of soju would get me tipsy, so my tolerance was on the weaker side compared to most people.
Well, I didn't think it was anything to be ashamed of.
There's nothing more pointless than bragging about how much you can drink, and getting drunk fast actually means better cost-efficiency.
"Really? That's perfect. I was hoping to see what kind of drunk you are. I think it'll be fun."
"I'd argue there's nothing more annoying than a drunk person."
"That's a case-by-case thing. I'm looking forward to it."
What was she expecting, exactly?
When I shot her a bleary-eyed glare, Jeong Ji-min burst into a boisterous laugh, finding something hilarious.
"Pffft, that face you just made is so funny... Can you do it one more time?"
Looking at her like this, even she wasn't half bad by design.
Even when she looked a bit disheveled, it just came off as kind of cute.
She just got overshadowed by the other girls, but looks-wise, she's above average.
"Instead of yapping nonsense, how about you get a move on."
"Roger~ that~! Come on, let's go, Mirmir-ssi!"
"Ugh... a little slower..."
Jeong Ji-min giggled loosely, then after checking her left flank, grabbed Mirkella's hand and led her off to the First Generation room.
...I couldn't tell if she was acting normal or genuinely drunk.
In any case, Mirkella already seemed to be way past her limit.
"No running! You'll trip!"
"Okaaay~!"
Her answers were energetic, at least.
I stared dumbfounded at Jeong Ji-min's retreating back, then shifted my gaze to Angelica.
She looked rather indifferent, as if she had little interest in the proceedings.
"Not gonna join in?"
"Hm. Regrettably, boisterous atmospheres aren't quite to my taste. I prefer quiet. I already learned their faces during the card games last time, so I'll sit this one out."
Come to think of it, even back in school, she used to hang out only with Ha Hui-ryeong or Shin Yoo-hwa.
She didn't look the part, but she was surprisingly introverted.
"Yeah? So, are you going to bed too?"
"Perhaps. I'm considering whether to tease... no, soothe my friend. She said she was going to sleep, but there's a high probability she's lying awake and stewing."
Angelica crossed her arms in a way that accentuated her chest and wore a mischievous grin.
It seemed she was excited at the thought of tormenting the sulking Ha Yeosa.
I gave her a dubious look.
"Just, tease her in moderation? If you two end up fighting for real, I won't be able to handle it."
"Worry not. Despite appearances, I have a knack for managing the intensity."
"Yeah... sure."
I wasn't entirely convinced, but with Ha-yoon there, I trusted she'd mediate to some degree.
"You, on the other hand, drink in moderation. If the leader gets drunk and acts belligerent, it won't inspire much dignity, will it?"
"Am I even someone with dignity...?"
"Even if you lack it, I'm advising you to be careful. If you get too chummy, insolent bitches will start climbing over you. That's not something you want either, is it?"
True, that was a fair point.
When I gave a brief "Alright. I'll be careful," Angelica's lips curled up in satisfaction.
She smiled affectionately and patted my shoulder.
"Then I shall take my leave. Have a reasonably enjoyable time."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
I waved to Angelica as she moved toward the room Ha Hui-ryeong had entered.
"Oppa, I've brought everyone."
In the meantime, Jeong Ji-min had assembled the Numbered Bitches.
Standing in a line, they were visibly tense, watching my every move.
I looked them over for a moment before speaking.
"There you are. Okay, everyone, pick one thing you want to eat. Oh, and take as much booze as you want."
No one answered right away.
They exchanged vacant glances, and then one of them cautiously raised her hand.
"Um... can we really take as much as we want?"
It was Number 9.
As always, she was the one to step forward.
I grinned and nodded readily.
"Yeah, today's a day for you guys. So go on, don't be shy."
*
Crunch.
The moment she put the golden-brown fried chicken in her mouth, the oil burst out.
Perfectly seasoned, with tender flesh.
It was that familiar taste.
"Haaaah...."
Number 9 wore an ecstatic expression as she slowly savored the drumstick, letting the flavor coat her tongue.
How long had it been?
It was just plain fried chicken, nothing special, but at this moment, it was more delicious than any other food.
'I really missed this.'
She thought she'd never taste it again after the apocalypse arrived, but somehow an opportunity had come to put it in her mouth like this.
Truly, you never know what life will bring.
After inhaling even the cartilage in an instant, Number 9 finished by gulping down a refreshing beer.
In that moment, the carbonation and bitter barley taste swept down her throat without restraint, creating an exquisite harmony.
She was happy.
A sense of satisfaction filled her heart more than ever before.
Of course, Number 9 wasn't the only one feeling this way.
"Kyah! This is so good..."
"Keuuh~! Number 3! Pass me some pizza!"
"Mmph! Hmph...! Get it 'ourself...!"
One by one, Number 8, Number 4, and Number 3 were shoveling the prepared food into their mouths, chattering noisily.
The smiles never left their faces.
Everyone was openly expressing joy as they ate the lavish food.
"Hic... Sob...."
Even Number 1 and Number 6 were crying.
The sight of them inhaling chicken and beer while continuously shedding tears of emotion was somehow quite comical.
"...."
Only Number 5 remained unchanged.
She continued her meal at a steady tempo, chewing mechanically like an emotionless robot.
Seeing her remain no different from usual even at a moment like this, I once again felt that she was truly an inscrutable person.
"Excuse me... I'd prefer a cigarette over all this... is that possible?"
"Me too."
Amidst it all, Number 7, Number 0, and Jeong Yeon-ji clung to the man instead of the food.
Leaning their bodies against him, they pleaded for cigarettes instead of the luxurious meal.
It was a move typical of real junkies.
'Are they really that great?'
Number 9 couldn't understand it.
To want cigarettes more when food like this was right in front of them? How could that even make sense?
It was utterly abnormal.
"No reason it wouldn't be. Today's a bit special, so I'll grant pretty much anything. In fact, while we're at it, if you need anything else, just speak up freely."
"Y-you mean that?"
"Would I lie?"
As if to prove his words weren't empty, the man handed five packs of cigarettes to the two of them.
To be precise, three packs to Jeong Yeon-ji.
Two packs to Number 7.
"Huh... how come I get less?"
"Because our Yeon-ji is pretty, obviously. Even if her attitude irritates me, she's nice to look at."
"Wow, I got a compliment. I'm so happy. Want a kiss?"
"Don't say things you don't mean. Forget it. The others are eating, so if you're going to smoke, do it outside."
"Yep~."
Number 7 looked considerably wronged, but she didn't dare complain.
It was because she knew full well that the man held all the power.
"...."
Instead, she shot a sidelong, disgruntled glare at Jeong Yeon-ji.
Such was the fickleness of the human heart—it always sought to target the easier mark.
"Anyway... does our Su-ah not need to eat?"
As the two of them headed outside, the man looked down at Number 10, who had her face buried in his crotch.
"Slurp... Puh-haah... I'm okay... I like this more...."
Number 10, Im Soo-ah, met his eyes, smiled bashfully, and sucked his genitals with even more fervor.
She did it with an ecstatic expression, as if that truly tasted better to her.
'I never expected her to be that type....'
Number 9 couldn't help but be appalled.
Rejecting chicken to fill her stomach with semen?
With an innocent-looking face like that, her actions were no different from a wanton slut who frequented brothels.
It was hard to believe she'd been a virgin not that long ago.
"Really? That's commendable. I can't help but reward such a good Su-ah, can I?"
"Hmph...!"
With a lewd grin, the man grabbed Im Soo-ah's head and yanked it toward him.
As his cock suddenly plunged to the root, Im Soo-ah's eyes teared up, but surprisingly, she didn't resist and took all of it.
"Gulp, gulp. Ugh-hueh...."
Finally, after swallowing everything, she opened her mouth wide as if to show off.
Despite the enormous load he pumped out every time he came, she'd managed to down it without spitting any up.
Even to Number 9, the sight was an extremely provocative scene.
It was the same for the others.
They all tried their best to pretend otherwise, but their gazes kept flicking toward Im Soo-ah and the man.
"I swallowed it all... I did good, right...?"
"Excellent. As expected of a good girl."
Perhaps satisfied with that attitude, the man gently stroked Im Soo-ah's head.
"Hehe...."
Im Soo-ah giggled loosely.
As if being petted by his hand was the greatest joy imaginable.
If she had a tail, it would definitely have been wagging like crazy.
"Haaah...."
Her body trembled involuntarily.
A heated breath escaped Number 9's lips before she knew it.
She wouldn't be like this if she hadn't experienced it before.
Number 9 resented herself for getting suddenly excited, as if she were in heat.
"Hm? Why? You wanna join in?"
Perhaps because she'd been staring too intently, the man's gaze suddenly turned to Number 9.
The moment their eyes met, her stomach flushed hot for no reason.
What her warming womb yearned for was clear.
She wanted to erase this burning sensation with pleasure. Quickly.
She wanted to cling to that thick cock and soothe her restless womb.
She hated to admit it.
Though her reason denied it stubbornly—.
"...Yes. Please, let me join in."
Cock.
Her instinct craved that man's cock.