Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Slave Hunting is Fun 'Only' for Me
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"Ugh..."
"Get lost!"
CRACK!
With a furious slash from Han Taeyang, the zombie's body and head separated, spraying rotten blood as it collapsed.
Han Taeyang didn't care that zombie blood was splattered all over his face as he cut down the next zombie.
He moved urgently, as if being chased by someone. He looked like he had no time to spare.
"Ha-rin, you said they were on the upper floor."
"Yes. About five to seven of them."
The inside of the Daiso was a mess.
Zombies that couldn't die and were just wandering around filled the place, and toppled display stands with spilled products left no room to step.
It was easy to guess how desperate a battle had taken place here in the past.
"Huff... huff..."
He was already tired from having his blood sucked by Kang Hwa-young, and now that he'd been made to kill zombies alone, his strength was giving out, and his breathing grew rougher.
"Are you already tired? Do you want to stop?"
"A, no."
"Tell me if you can't do it."
"I, I can do it."
I was just asking because he looked like he was about to collapse, but this guy is surprisingly persistent.
"Then don't stop and keep walking."
"Yes... damn it..."
"What was that just now?"
"No. Nothing."
Han Taeyang showed a strangely defiant attitude even though he was a slave.
And it was the same for his younger sisters.
"Kuk. You bastard..."
Arum cursed through gritted teeth.
"Shh... Arum, endure it."
Aram tried to stop her sister from crossing the line, but she glared at me with eyes full of hatred.
Feeling the hatred of two women all over my body, I groped Aram's breast with my right hand.
My left hand was, of course, squeezing Arum's chest.
Unlike Aram, who was trying hard to endure my touch, Arum seemed unfamiliar with a man's hands, letting out an unpleasant moan every time I fumbled with her.
Given the situation, I was disappointed I couldn't do her right away, but I might as well grope her breasts. I went to the trouble of capturing them as slaves, so I should use them thoroughly, right?
Especially Arum's raw, untouched reactions as a virgin were to my liking.
"Ahem. Master."
"Hm?"
"A, it's nothing."
Ha-rin approached me as if she had something to say, then moved away again.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she was envious of the other two.
Ha-rin likes being stroked by me.
She's probably secretly worried that the two new ones would take her place.
In the meantime, Eun-ji nodded silently and distanced herself from me when I walked with the two of them by my side.
She's openly jealous. She doesn't even seem to try to hide the fact that she's jealous. I like that.
"Eun-ji."
"Yes, Oppa. What is it?"
"Take this. I got it from killing that named one earlier."
"Wow. Thank you."
I gave Eun-ji the black dagger I got from killing Keshak, since I'm better off fighting bare-handed than using a weapon.
The weapon's effects were nothing special. Just as it looks, it doesn't reflect light, so the blade is invisible in the dark, and it's just durable so it doesn't chip easily.
But even if it has no special effects, I went to the trouble of giving it to her, but Eun-ji's reaction to receiving the dagger was unsatisfactory. Her eyes said she couldn't be satisfied with just this.
She subtly glared at Aram, who was in my arms. She must be in a foul mood because her place was taken.
"Hey. Aram. Help your sister and kill some zombies."
Seeing an opportunity, I slapped Aram's butt to get her out of my arms quickly.
SLAP!
The feel of her butt was no joke, clinging to my hand.
Aram's butt was incredibly elastic and soft.
"Grr..."
Rubbing her slapped butt, Han Aram frowned and gritted her teeth.
She suppressed her anger and went to Han Taeyang's side to help him kill zombies.
The expression on the woman's face, forced to swallow her humiliation without any resistance, defiance, or rejection, was so sweet.
"I'll help you..."
"Thank you. Sister... I'm sorry."
Han Taeyang, who was starting to stagger, apologized in a small voice as his precious sister came to help him without a word, despite having been humiliated.
I don't know what he's sorry for, but his voice, filled with deep regret, contained countless emotions.
For example, despair. Or a sense of defeat.
"Eun-ji, come here."
"Hehe... Yes!"
"Were you jealous because I didn't hug you?"
"Huh? No. I wasn't jealous. Hehe."
Eun-ji, who came into my arms and snuggled in, finally looked a bit relieved, as if she was satisfied now.
Eun-ji didn't have as big a chest as Han Aram, but since she had been sticking close to me for the past few days, just her smell made me feel at ease.
Ha-rin, who was watching this from the side, had a look of utter misery on her face.
She looked like she was saying, 'You're using me as a detection dog, but you're not giving me any reward?'
'This is a problem, having so many women.'
I quietly asked Arum, who was still biting her lip with a grim look on her face.
"Do you want to go help your brother too?"
"Yes... please let me go."
"Will you? Then give me a kiss on the lips."
"What? What... did you say?"
I deliberately didn't order her, but 'asked'.
I wanted to break her pride. It's just an expression of my sadistic desires.
"Kuk... just order me."
"No. Of your own will. Kiss my lips voluntarily."
"Damn it..."
You might think she's being rude for a slave, but this is a part I deliberately allowed.
I wanted to see her defiant. It's always more fun to step on a struggling human.
"Huh? Your brother looks like he's about to collapse. You should go help him quickly. Are you going to leave him like that? He might die at this rate."
"You damn trash..."
"Come on, hurry. The longer you delay, the more burden your brother and sister will have."
A single tear dropped from Arum's eyes. Her tightly clenched fists were trembling, which was cute.
Did I tease this noble virgin too much?
What does it matter. I'm going to do her anyway.
And wholesome sex is enough with Eun-ji and Ha-rin.
Now I want a different taste.
If all slaves listened to me too well, it would be monotonous and boring.
We need some spicy play too.
Mwah.
"Ha. Good."
Arum, her cheeks bright red, ended up kissing my lips.
The moment her lips touched, I grabbed her chest tightly, looking at her face which had been forced to submit to me.
"Hut..."
At that, Arum, her face contorted to the extreme, let out a pained moan.
I lightly licked her earlobe where a piercing was embedded.
Feeling the cold metal and soft earlobe with my tongue, I whispered.
"You. Are mine."
"Kuk..."
"You're mine until I die. Your virginity. Your chastity. Everything you have is my property. Understand?"
Mwah.
I left a mark on Arum's forehead with my lips.
Spouting lines a third-rate villain would say from my own mouth feels strange. It feels like I've really become a villain.
Wait, am I a villain?
"Please... just let me go now. I kissed you."
"Alright, got it. Go."
Arum roughly rubbed the forehead my lips had touched as if it were dirty, then went to her sister and brother.
"Ha-rin, come here."
"Yes! Master!"
Ha-rin, who had been glaring at the back of Arum's head as she left, ran over and buried her head in my chest.
I roughly stropped Ha-rin's head, who was hoping to be petted.
At some point, stropping her head became a habit, so Ha-rin just buries her head in me first. It's not like she's a dog or a cat.
"Oppa. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I can hold on. Sorry. I should have just avoided them like you said. It's all my fault."
Aram immediately ran to help Han Taeyang. She's taking care of him as her brother.
"It's too late to apologize now..."
"Sister. I'm sorry. Because of me..." *gulp*
Han Taeyang, whose attacks were getting duller and slower as fatigue accumulated, forced himself to exert strength when his sisters came to help.
'He has no choice but to exert himself. It's because of him that they were all captured and became slaves.'
I heard that Han Taeyang was the one who strongly argued for attacking us, which is why all three siblings were captured by me. They must have thought they could do something since we had many women on our side.
"Damn it... because of me..."
A voice thick with guilt. A voice mixed with deep regret and lament.
That bastard is really shooting a regret-and-misery film all by himself.
'Then you should have just avoided me on your own.'
Watching a human being crushed and collapse under a sense of helplessness gave me a strange sense of thrill.
Maybe because I've lived my whole life with my head down, being in the position of the predator is even more enjoyable.
I didn't feel like my actions were wrong or anything.
If I had been weak, it would have been me who was taken.
"Ah, Oppa. You picked up that whistle-like thing earlier, right?"
"Yeah. I picked it up. I put it in my pocket."
"Hehe. As expected. There's no way Oppa would forget something like that."
Is Eun-ji feeling threatened by the appearance of a virgin? She's being more affectionate than usual.
By the way, Kachia's Black Whistle has the effect of summoning nearby zombies, but it's not immediately useful, so I kept it safely in my pocket.
It's an item that could be used to sacrifice a slave and draw zombie aggro when I'm in trouble with zombies later. Or another method would be to infiltrate enemy lines and have someone blow the whistle like crazy.
As I was letting my imagination run wild about how to use the Black Whistle, I heard a yawning sound from behind me.
"Haa~am."
It was Kang Hwa-young. When I looked back, she was yawning widely and casually, then kicked the head of a dead zombie for no reason.
Maybe because she drank blood, she seems a bit more docile. She's quietly following behind me without any complaints.
'She's a bit better now that she's quiet.'
Thinking that, I walked up the stairs and arrived on the 3rd floor.
The moment we arrived on the 3rd floor, Ha-rin pointed to a spot with her finger.
"There. They're gathered in there."
Following Ha-rin's words, we arrived at the staff room inside the Daiso, also known as the employee lounge.
In front of the employee lounge, there were many zombies that hadn't been dead for long.
Looking at the numerous nail marks on the lounge door, it seems that the people who got in first locked the door, and those left outside were all killed brutally by zombies.
But strangely, we didn't see many special zombies on the way here. We saw a named one at the Daiso entrance, but there were no special zombies inside or out.
It's not like only this place was lucky enough to avoid special zombies, so there must be another reason.
'Ah, the aggro was all drawn to our side yesterday, wasn't it?'
If that's the case, it makes sense. The special zombies in this area all came to our side, so Daiso was lucky enough to be avoided.
This means I've unintentionally saved the survivors in Daiso.
They're trying to get their lives saved by me for free.
This is a bit irritating.
"It won't do. I'll have to make them all slaves."
"Oppa, weren't you planning to make them all slaves from the start?"
"Of course."
I finished off the zombies lingering around the employee lounge entrance and approached the door.
I didn't open the door right away and kept some distance. The people inside might attack the moment I open the door.
When I came here last time, I saw a few guys holding bows. An archer could be inside, so I can't let my guard down.
"Is there anyone inside? Will you come out on your own? Or should I open the door and come in?"
No response. It's quiet as a mouse.
"Just so you know, if I open the door and come in, you'll get hurt a lot."
As I raised my hand to break the door with a tentacle, I heard a commotion from inside.
"I'm coming out! I'm coming out!"
Soon, with a gruff uncle's voice, the door opened.
Creak.
The warped door opened with an unpleasant sound, and people who looked terrible came stumbling out.
There are six people in total.
One sturdy-looking man who seems to be in his 50s, a very fat man, two middle-aged women you could see anywhere, a nasty-looking old man, and a punk who looks like a brat.
"Wow. Shit."
There isn't a single decent-looking woman? Well, it's not a big complaint if there aren't. Thanks to Han Taeyang, I've already gotten two.
But that morbidly obese guy and the old man seem pretty useless.
The punk is looking at me with a pissy look, so I don't like him much.
'How did only these kinds of people survive here?'
I thought there were a few Awakened.
"If there's an Awakened among you, raise your hand."
"Awakened? What's that? Oh, dear. I'm gonna die."
The old man started nagging from the start. I'll tolerate it once.
"Hoo."
Still, these people seem to have no sense of crisis at all, so I drew the dagger I use for intimidation.
At that sight, Eun-ji and Ha-rin also gripped their weapons.
The atmosphere changed completely, and the gazes of the six people wavered wildly.
The three Han siblings, tired or just not thinking, watched the situation with indifferent eyes.
And Kang Hwa-young licked her lips and counted the number of people.
"One... two... wow. Six. Wow. Slurp."
She's already thinking about eating them. This crazy monster.
"I'll ask again. Awakened, raise your hand."
"H-hey. Young man, calm down. Let's talk..."
"Ma'am. If you don't want to die, answer my questions."
"A, no! Hey! What kind of language is that?"
"Old man. Keep flapping your gums and die."
"A, no... what is this..."
Old man. 2 stacks. Human Sacrifice confirmed.
"I'm asking for the last time. Is there no Awakened?"
I asked with a frown, and the fat man answered awkwardly with a sullen expression.
"Th-that. Everyone was fighting. They didn't come in..."
What? They didn't come in because they were fighting? They weren't stopped from coming in?
But what was even more shocking was that this bastard was a woman?
I only realized after hearing the voice. He looks exactly like a man.
"Hey. But it's not that they didn't come in, you locked the door and abandoned them, right?"
"Th-that's not it..."
"Whatever. So there's no Awakened among you?"
I asked more intimidatingly, and this time the punk glared at me and talked back.
"No. Mister. What's with the threats?"
"A thug... talking back?"
How did this punk spend the week after the apocalypse?
Did people around him treat him gently, or does he have guts so huge that he's not afraid of a guy with a sword?
Does he think he won't die even if stabbed with a sword? Or does he believe I won't commit murder?
"Haa."
I can only sigh.
In my opinion, these six punks are probably parasites who were leeching off Daiso.
Still, let's not give up. At least I've secured plenty of blood bags to feed Kang Hwa-young.
As you can see from Han Taeyang, who's exhausted from having his blood sucked, becoming Kang Hwa-young's exclusive blood bag is a pretty painful, painful, and exhausting task.
These kinds of things should be done by the Non-Awakened who just eat away at resources. Making the Awakened do it is a waste of manpower.
"Ma'am. Are you good at making Doenjang-jjigae?"
"Uh. Y-yes. I make it really well. I make it incredibly savory."
"And you, ma'am. What are you good at?"
"M-my Bulgogi stir-fry. I-I also worked part-time at a side dish store."
"Okay. You two are hired. Step to the side."
"Huh? Uh. Th-thank you, young man..."
Got the meal duty. I'll have those two ma'am's handle all the miscellaneous tasks like cooking, cleaning, and laundry.
"But mister. You've been quiet since earlier. Is there anything you're good at?"
"Me, I'm... I can handle tools a bit, I can check electricity, farming. Yeah, I can do farming too. I grew tomatoes and lettuce on the rooftop. I can handle soil and fertilizer too. I'll be useful."
"Okay. You're hired for now. Go stand next to the ma'ams."
The 50s uncle is also hired for now. He seems like he'll be useful in many ways, so I'll keep an eye on him. If he's not useful, he'll be demoted to a blood bag.
I stamped the foreheads of the three of them with my hand, making them slaves.
"Now, the remaining three are you."
The fat woman glaring at me, the punk who doesn't know his place, and the damn old man.
"What can you do?"
"M-me..."
The woman who's sweating profusely in this cold winter, trying to answer hesitantly.
Since her blood has a lot of fat, I'm not sure if it'll suit Hwa-young's taste.
"Hwa-young. Do you want to eat that?"
"Uh... well. If you give it to me, I guess I'll eat it?"
"Hmm. I see."
I stared at the fat woman again.
If she's not good at anything, she'll be sacrificed right here.
"I! I-I can speak Japanese! I'm good at Japanese!"
"What? Hah. Rejected."
What's the use of being good at Japanese when this isn't Japan.
Just become a sacrifice for Human Sacrifice.
"Old man, what can you do?"
"M-me..."
"Hwa-young, what do you think about that human's blood?"
"Uh... it seems too old and gamy. If I'm hungry, I guess I'll eat it?"
"You damn bastard! Just kill them! You filthy bastards! You think I want to live seeing this kind of dirty sight!"
"Roger. The old man is also rejected."
The old man let out a final roar and decided to become a sacrifice voluntarily.
I stared at the last remaining punk.
The bastard who was glaring at me until just a moment ago now lowered his eyes. It seems he learned some manners in the meantime. He finally knows his place.
"Now, you're the last."
"M-me. I'm healthy. I-I've never been sick. I'm very healthy."
"How old are you?"
"T-twenty."
"Master. That kid smells... sweet. Looks delicious. Huh? Am I hungry now?"
She's already hungry. Damn it.
"Now, four of you will survive, and two of you have died."
"W-wait! I'm not dead yet!"
I grabbed the neck of the struggling fat woman.
"You're about to die."
SSIZZLE!!!
"GAAAAH!!!!!"
A nauseating smell spread along with the sound of flesh melting. A scream was buried within it.
Plop... THUD!
The struggling human died with her neck torn off.
"I offer this."
I sent one person's soul to Kashnax's side with my Profane Touch.
[Greasy.]
The god's judgment on the taste was scathing.
And so, another sin was piled upon me.