Rape America
"Haa... haa..." The Saintess, looking down at me, let out ragged breaths. Her eyes were already half-glazed. For the past three and a half hours, we had been stuck together, barely separating. There hadn't been much conversation. At first, she’d been a little shy, but gradually, she just panted in silence. Her tone had become rougher, too... She’d seemed a bit embarrassed whenever her senses returned, but as the sex dragged on, she began to throw herself into it, eventually starting to ravish me in return, as if she had become a complete nymphomaniac.
Because we hadn't pulled out, spending three hours joined, the Saintess's vaginal walls and my cock were so drenched in her fluids and my semen that it felt as if we were fused together, impossible to pull apart. Half-intoxicated by the Saintess's intense scent, I moved my waist like a madman. Cumming, cumming... and cumming again. I love being exploited until I'm drained dry... and the Saintess had shaken me out completely. When most of my semen had been stolen by her, I realized it. This is what a Saintess is. She has the magnanimity to accept everything. No matter how much I cum, she takes it all... Her stamina is no joke...
"Haa..." A thin line of saliva dripped from her half-open mouth. And that saliva fell right into my mouth. "Gulp..." It was sweet. As I swallowed it without a second thought, the Saintess licked my lips as if she couldn't bear to lose even that, then kissed me. I was extorted for even more than I had swallowed. The Saintess's soft, squirming tongue swept through my mouth. I was so ecstatic that I grabbed her buttocks and thrust my hips. This situation had been repeating for a while now. She wanted to ravish me. Without a single word. Like a masturbation-addicted woman sucking on a meat-rod, she poured all the sexual desires and cravings pent up inside her into me.
"Slurp... suck." "Slurp... haa... haa..." The kiss continued for a long time. The Saintess collapsed into my arms, biting and licking my neck. As if obsessed with the act of sucking without a single word... like someone completely addicted to sex... she tried to ravish and devour me. In particular, the sensation of her large breasts pressing in and being compressed felt addictive. As I bent my arm to stroke and fondle her side-boob, the Saintess, who had been enthusiastically sucking on my neck, raised her upper body with an indifferent expression and offered her breast to my lips. Moved by her indifferent benevolence, I eagerly sucked on her soft, supple nipple. The areola was thick, making it satisfying to suck. Later, I want to ask Cheshire to feed her a lactation stimulant so I can suck on the Saintess's milk. As if I’d returned to childhood. Held in her arms, that is.
"Suck... suck. Slurp." "Haa... haa... haa... Is it delicious? Answer me." "Yeah... it's incredibly delicious... I love it." "Good job." She stroked my hair. The touch was incredibly warm. The Saintess stroked me as if she were stroking a child's head. I could gain a slight conviction that she wouldn't betray me. Unless she developed erectile dysfunction, she would never be able to escape me. Because in this world, I am the only one who can satisfy the Saintess.
I left the sleeping Saintess in the care of Aila and Bella and stepped out of the tent. I had received an urgent message from Erickson via the guild chat. The distance meant the reception wasn't great, but I could still confirm the rough information.
'Fifty additional personnel have arrived... every one of them troublemakers who were messing up the camp... and the Black guys who were growing marijuana inside the camp...'
The information Erickson delivered was a report that nearly fifty additional people had arrived from the US East Camp. I had told him that my magic power had limits and I couldn't handle hundreds at once, so it seemed he had adjusted the number to something manageable. For reference, everyone who arrived this time was also an Awakened, and they were guys with quite a bit of influence within the camp. Not in a good way, but in a bad way.
'So he's planning to wipe out the gang members from the hood using my hands this time...'
Erickson was quite an elite among the Black people. He was quick-witted and sharp enough to be entrusted with the management of the US East Camp. He could be called the American version of Ha Jin-sung. Because of that, Erickson was merciless even to his own kind. Should I say he had no hesitation in discarding anyone he judged to be completely useless from an objective perspective? I liked that he had a cold-blooded side. If Ha Jin-sung was an enthusiastic leader, Erickson was a cold-headed leader style. Both had their pros and cons, but either way, it was fortunate that they were much more talented at managing groups than I was. I could just leave all the management to the two of them and do my own work.
-Gulp. Gulp... On my way to meet them, I drank a bottle of communication potion. Hellus had told me never to drink more than three bottles a day. She said if I overdosed again and damaged my liver, I might have to perform a liver transplant on myself with my own hands, which had started to develop tremors from old age, so I vowed never to drink more than three. For reference, it seems the Brain Computer Interface project is nearing its end, as she said she would soon transfer her body into a manufactured doll. She finally found a way to overcome senility.
"Ah, you've arrived."
"Fifty?"
"Ah, three of them resisted and died... but the rest are already bound. You can start the work right away."
"Oh..." Following Erickson, I saw foreigners with their hands and feet bound, and even gags in their mouths, sweating profusely as they were forced to their knees. Every one of them had vicious tattoos carved into their bodies. Their expressions were all menacing. And it seemed three of them were already dead. It looked like the Mushroom-men had lost control of their strength and smashed them again.
"Are these guys strong?"
"A few are strong, but most are just gang members who still can't forget the old days and are playing boss."
"I see. Erickson. Separate only the ones you think are useful. Offer the rest as tribute."
"Yes..." Erickson separated 17 of the gang members who were looking at me with terrified eyes and moved them to the side. These guys would now live as my slaves. The ones who weren't chosen would be offered as tribute and digested forever in the bellies of the Evil Gods.
"I don't have any particular malice toward you. Just know that." I said, pulling out a ritual dagger. As I drew the blade, wailing erupted in an instant. I even saw a few guys pissing themselves. Everyone had a terrified expression. They must have come down thinking they would save Nick and Michael and solidify their position upon hearing the news that their safety was in jeopardy. But what was waiting for them were monsters that mercilessly slaughtered people and their old comrades who had been taken over by them... How bewildered they must have been.
I removed the gag from the guy sitting closest to me. "How old are you?"
"Ptooey! Fuck off... you dog-shit Asian bastard..."
"Haa..." To think he'd spit in my face. Truly, these are guys filled with nothing but bravado to the bone.
"You fucker... you just kicked away my last mercy."
"What are you saying! You rotten Asiaaaaaaaan!!!!!!!!"
I sliced off the nose of the Black man who was spouting bullshit. It seemed necessary to thoroughly educate him on whose face he dared to spit.
Once I used one rebellious guy as an example, mercilessly torturing and killing him, the rest were completely terrified and obediently confessed their ages. Now, those over 40 among them would be offered to Botamilli, and those in their early to mid-20s would be offered to Kashnakas. I plan to torment the ones who were particularly terrified before offering them to Indikron. According to Erickson, they were all guys who had direct or indirect murder experience and committed all sorts of crimes like drug dealing before the disaster, so I even had a justification for killing them. Perhaps Erickson told me their history to give me a justification to slaughter them, but... actually, I would have killed them even if he hadn't told me in detail. If he had just roughly told me they were guys who deserved to die, I might have drawn my sword happily.
"Well then."
"Ptooey. Ptooey!! Hey!!! Erickson!!! You damn traitor bastard!! Please save me!!!"
While I was doing factory-style offerings, slicing throats with a dagger, a Black man who looked to be in his early 20s, sitting in the back waiting for his turn, spat out the gag in his mouth and shouted.
"Do you know him?"
"No. You can kill him. That bastard was the one who touched a 12-year-old kid."
"Huu... insane."
I continued the work. I didn't feel any particular pangs of conscience. I had already offered so many... It was too late to feel guilty now. Moreover, because Erickson kept reciting the guys' criminal acts from the side without me even asking, I even felt a strange pleasure that I was realizing justice.
"No, they're recruiting personnel again?"
"What on earth... is happening under that hole."
"No, they say they're even recruiting regular people this time."
"What? Why? I heard it's... fucking dangerous in there."
"I heard the monster subjugation work is already done. I heard they're moving dirt and starting full-scale reclamation projects."
"Reclamation. Huu... that's very American."
Outside the Abyss. The white-only labor cafeteria at the US East Camp. Those gathered there were excited, talking about the Abyss. Since food supply was difficult due to the large number of people, the news that they were colonizing the Abyss to secure food was great news. Of course, there were those who expressed concern about this.
"Down there... isn't something happening?"
"What do you mean, something? What kind of thing."
"No, look. Hundreds of people have already crawled in there... but not a single person has returned properly yet. Only that asshole Erickson goes in and out... There's definitely a problem."
"Conspiracy theories again. Huu, you fucker, even before the world ended, you were always excited about Area 51, Illuminati, and whatnot... Sigh. Stop it and come to your senses, man."
"No, but it's still strange. Who knows. Maybe there's a huge monster down there... and it's eating them as soon as they enter..."
Dan, who had made a nearly accurate deduction. However, thanks to the fact that he usually spouted so much weird nonsense, no one paid attention to Dan's words.
"Then what, is Erickson a subordinate of that monster?"
"Yeah... that's what I'm saying. It's suspicious. That asshole Erickson... he's fucking suspicious."
"Huu... Dan. Michael and Nick are there, so what are you worried about? I heard they returned safely. And they said they'd expel you if you keep spreading conspiracy theories. Do you have the confidence to survive even if you get kicked out? You don't even have any skills..."
"No, I'm just saying it's suspicious..."
"Well, maybe the psychics are personally making fields or something. They say time flows differently so they can harvest a lot of crops. They're working hard to clear the land, so let's just do our work. Isn't this a time when we all need to stick together?"
Only then did Dan shut his mouth and eat. Even though it was just oat porridge, they had to starve if they didn't have even that, so everyone shoveled it down greedily. The hunger of those trapped in one zone, unable to escape, only grew. Just then, someone emerged from the Abyss.
"Is this the air of America? Sniff..." As soon as he emerged from the Abyss, he inhaled, smelling the scent of America. To be precise, it was the smell of the white laborers nearby.
"Cough... damn... fuck, it smells like armpits. Hey, you smelly nose-pickers!! Live by spraying some deodorant!!"
Jojun frowned and shouted at the foreigners. Then, the Americans who were in the middle of working looked at Jojun with expressions asking what the hell this guy was.
"What are you? The Asian zone is over there? This is the white zone."
"What? Asian zone? Ha. Is there such a thing? That's amazing."
They had kept them apart, keeping in mind cultural differences and conflicts between races. Of course, it was all the idea of Michael, who was a racist... but it was a very excellent method. Thanks to dividing the zones, conflict situations had noticeably decreased. Anyway, the place where Jojun emerged was the white zone. Perhaps that's why a few big white guys who were eating looked at Jojun with displeased eyes. However, Jojun found their gazes merely pathetic.
They wouldn't know. The fact that the majority of the nearly 800 Awakened in the East Camp had already become his slaves. Thinking that they wouldn't know that everyone had been replaced by slaves without them knowing and were walking around pretending to be fine, Jojun laughed.
"Hey, don't laugh and get out to your zone right now. You look like a new guy, so don't cause trouble for no reason."
"I don't want to? I have no intention of going there."
The white guys, who started to feel angry, thinking they were being teased by Jojun's words. Just then, someone started popping out of the Abyss. It was about 200 Awakened led by Erickson and Jojun's familiars. Jojun hadn't brought everyone out. Because he judged that he had already gnawed away most of the US East Camp's power, he had only picked out the key figures and brought them out.
"Th... what are those again..."
"Zombies...? Isn't that a fucking zombie...?"
"No, behind them... mushroom monsters too..."
Meanwhile, people who had started coming out to the street, murmuring at the shout that something was erupting from the Abyss. Jojun smiled at them once again. He was excited at the sight of precious workers.
"Catch everyone without missing a single one. Don't kill them. Absolutely."
"Psssss...."
-Thud!
"Kyaaaaaaaa!!!!!"
"I'm dead!!!!!"
"It's a monster!!!!!!!!!"
"Haa... fuck..."
With the Mushroom-man's punch, the invasion of America began.