Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Is Your Wife Doing Well?
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The battle had concluded, and the prisoners had mostly been turned into slaves. All that remained was to "cook" Lee Han-seok and pop him right into Indicron’s mouth.
“Hey, Jin-seong”.
I called out to Ha Jin-seong, who was wearing a happy smile as if he’d had some fun for once.
“Yes! Hyungnim!!”.
“Tell the kids to clean up the Mart. And tell them to keep a good watch while I’m gone. I’m counting on you”.
“Yes! Understood!”.
After receiving Jin-seong’s vigorous salute, I went to Kang Hwa-young. I had a use for the bloody dagger.
“Give me the dagger”.
“Huh? No way. Taking back a gift is the worst thing you can do…”.
Hwa-young refused to return it. She seemed to like the dagger quite a bit and bitched about me taking it back, but I ignored her and reclaimed it by force. After all, she was my property to begin with; it was absurd for her to covet my things.
‘Her attitude has been getting worse lately’.
When I return this time, I’ll have to discipline her with my cock. Yes, I should take her along with that holy virgin, Kim Ye-won. Licking my lips at the thought, I prepared to head out. Eun-ji, who had just finished washing up, approached me.
“Oppa, where are you going?”.
“Yeah, I’m going out for a bit. I have to make an offering of this guy. It’s going to be gruesome, so I’m doing it outside”.
“Aha… then I’ll be waiting!”.
“No, Eun-ji, don’t wait too long. If I’m not back by tonight, take turns on watch like yesterday and go to sleep. It might take a while. Tell the others too”.
“You might be late… okay! Have a safe trip! I love you, Oppa!”.
I stroked the hair of Eun-ji, who hugged me and kissed my cheek, then led Lee Han-seok—who was wearing a white mask—out of the Mart.
“Now, shall we do some shopping?”.
I dragged Lee Han-seok into an adult novelty shop. Inside, the owner and an employee were waiting for customers and gave us a "rough" welcome.
“Uwooo…” “Aaaargh!!!”.
Annoyed by the now-cliché welcome, I swung the sword I’d taken from Lee Han-seok, severed their heads in one go, and stepped inside.
“But why are we here…?”.
Lee Han-seok asked, looking flustered as I brought him into the shop alone. Was he having disgusting delusions that I would sexually torture him?.
I made him carry a basket and filled it with various sizes and shapes of dildos, vibrating dildos, clitoral suction vibrators, leather restraints, gags, whips, lube, and hook-shaped vibrators.
“Do you know where we’re going now?”.
“I don't know… and I don't care. Just kill me”.
I spoke clearly to the man who was half-heartedly answering : “We’re going to your house right now”.
“What… did you say? What do you mean…”.
“You said your wife was there”.
“No way… No way… It can’t be. No way…!”.
I smiled sinisterly at the man whose face was twisting in horror. He seemed so enraged by my mockery that his head might explode, and he erupted in fury.
“Heh heh”.
“You son of a bitch!!!!”.
Unable to take it, Lee Han-seok tried to pounce on me, but a slave cannot attack his master. He was forced to stop. I punched his face without mercy, sending him flying. He crashed into a display stand, and various adult products rained down on him.
“Hey, why do you keep acting up? Weren’t you going to kill me to bring your wife back? But look at that. I won. So I’m the one who’s going to bring your wife back”.
“What kind of bullshit is that!! You goddamn piece of shit!!! Die!!! Just die!!!”.
“What are you so upset about? You crazy, fickle bastard!!! I told you I’d bring her back. Man, I really don’t get you”.
I kicked Lee Han-seok in the stomach as he stood up, tearing at his hair and spitting in a frenzy.
“Guh…!”.
“You’re throwing a fit even though I’m reviving your wife. Why? Do you hate it? She’s coming back to life. Do you hate that?”.
“You… you…”.
He gritted his teeth, trembling.
“In the end, you only wanted her back for your own happiness. Don't you want her to be resurrected? Can no one but you bring Hee-seon back? Is she your property? If you throw away this chance, you’re the one killing her. She could live, but you’re the one stopping it”.
“Shut up… with that bullshit… I will never lead you to my house! Just kill me instead!!!”.
“I don’t want to”.
He glared at me with bloodshot eyes. That expression was so pathetic that I gave him an order with intense willpower.
“Guide me to your house”.
A master’s command is absolute.
“Uuugh…!!!”.
However, he tried to forcibly resist my absolute command. He tried to stay rooted to the spot.
“Guide me to your house. This is an order, Lee Han-seok! Do not resist! Escort me to your home!!! Offer your wife to me!!!”.
“Aaaargh!!! Stop!!! Please stop!!!”.
Soon, his body began to tremble and he collapsed. He started thrashing on the floor in unbearable agony. If a slave tries to forcibly refuse a command, they are subjected to agonizing pain—a fact I had already learned through Kang Hwa-young.
“Why don’t you just guide me obediently?”.
“Gah… Aaaargh!!!”.
I tore off both wrists of the unyielding man. Then, I removed his mask and used Profane Touch to melt and gouge out his nose and ears. Finally, as I thrust a spoon I had brought toward his left eye, he finally succumbed to the pain and followed the order.
The mangled Lee Han-seok used hands regenerated with a skill to carry the plastic bag full of adult novelties and guided me toward a residential area. We killed the zombies scattered in the streets as we headed to his home.
“This is the place”.
“....”.
Guyeong Apartment, Unit 301.
Clack.
As I opened the door and entered, stale air greeted us.
“She’s in this room?”.
“Yes… in here…”.
When I opened the bedroom door, the stench of rot wafted out.
“Ugh… man. She’s completely rotted. Did you just leave your wife chained up in this back room? You should have just killed her… ugh, disgusting”.
“....”.
“I can’t do it in a place this revolting”.
I broke down the door to the neighboring Unit 302 and went inside. Unit 302 was relatively fine. It seemed no one had entered since the collapse. After checking the bedroom of 302, I spoke to Lee Han-seok, who had followed me in.
“From now on, get into that wardrobe. And watch quietly through the crack. Don’t make a single sound. Quietly”.
“Guh… sob… you piece of trash… you… will never die a clean death. You will never die in peace”.
He shed tears of blood and spewed curses filled with hatred. It was just funny to me. I was the one who had been threatened with death, yet he kept acting like the victim.
I tapped his cheek and said, “Hey. Who told you to come and kill people? This is your own doing. If you had just quietly avoided me, this wouldn't have happened. Why did you make me take an interest in your wife? It’s all your fault. And the one who should be crying now isn't you, it’s Hee-seon, who’s about to suffer because of me. Don’t cry, you bastard. That’s an order”.
“Guh… die. Please. Please… I earnestly… wish for your death”.
“Fuck off”.
I gave the man, who was trembling with rage and a desire for revenge, a few more orders.
“And. Just in case you're that kind of pervert—though I doubt you are—if you happen to get an erection while your wife is being taken by another man, hit your own testicles with your hand. Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to crush them. Finally, from now on, you are a brutal serial killer. You’ve killed countless people. Men, women, children. Don’t say anything else when I ask you later”.
With those orders, I shoved him into the wardrobe. I left just a small crack so he could watch what was happening outside. I remembered seeing NTR manga like this before—scenes where someone hides in a closet and cries while watching their childhood friend get taken by some "Gold-Haired Thug," only to end up masturbating. Back then, I had no tolerance for NTR, so those scenes were a headache.
But now, I was the "Gold-Haired Thug" about to take someone else’s wife. I was already getting excited.
I hurried back to Unit 301.
“Uwoooo…!”.
The zombie was thrashing so much against its chains that its arms were dangling. In front of this zombie, which was so rotted you couldn’t even tell its gender, I called for Indicron.
“You can revive her now. Please”.
[Haah… slurp. It’s already sweet.].
Indicron let out a sultry, breathless moan and told me to reach my hand toward the howling zombie.
“Like this?”.
[Yes. Wait a moment.].
As I reached out, a rift opened behind me, connecting to the abyss.
[Ah. The air of the surface after so long…].
I didn’t dare look back. I couldn’t even move my body. I could feel something crawling toward me from behind—a horrific, terrifying dread. Soon, I felt a cold, sharp energy. At the same time, my mind became strangely calm and clear.
[That fellow Kashnak. He’s the only one who got to have all the fun.].
She seemed to be talking about when Kashnak revived me from the God of Order’s attack. Back then, Kashnak had held me in her arms more tightly than necessary. Perhaps Indicron was jealous. The jealousy of an evil god—it was a heavy thought to bear.
While I was lost in thought, a hand made of darkness stroked my outstretched arm and eventually interlaced its fingers with mine.
[It will hurt quite a bit.].
“I’m used to pain”.
[Wonderful. For pain is the very thing that proves one is alive.].
With those words, Indicron’s power flowed into my hand. The room shook as if a gale were blowing; objects flew about and the building trembled as the room was dyed in the darkness of the abyss.
“Uuugh…!!!”.
My legs shook from the pain of my flesh being gouged and torn, but I endured it. Soon, a deep shadow from the abyss erupted from my palm and swallowed the howling zombie. The sickening sound of bone and flesh being chewed and torn echoed through the room.
[It is done. I shall be looking forward to this.].
Indicron released my hand and turned back into a black mist, crawling back into the abyss. The darkness that filled the room vanished, leaving only me and an unconscious woman.
“Oh…”.
A brown-haired woman. A married woman with a face that was incredibly arousing. Looking at her voluminous breasts and full hips made my mouth water. Above all, she had that cozy aura unique to married women.
“Heh heh…”.
I undid the chains on her limbs and re-wrapped them around her body. Her soft flesh felt quite pleasant to the touch. I carried her to Unit 302 while fondling her breasts.
“Mmm…”.
As I tossed her onto the bed, she opened her eyes.
“Uh…?”.
“Are you awake?”.
I decided to use polite speech for now. To create an intimidating atmosphere, I planned to act like a "professional psychopath" and drive a wedge between her and her husband.
“W-who are you…? Where… wait, what is this…!”.
Seeing the chains around her body, she struggled to escape. However, the chains didn’t budge and only tightened further.
“Stay still. You’ll get hurt if you—”.
“Aaaargh!!! Don’t come near me!! Stay away!!!”.
She kicked out at me. I caught her foot and lightly licked her calf.
“Aaaargh!!!!! Seok-ah!!! Darling!!!”.
She screamed for her husband. But what a shame—your husband is currently stuffed in that wardrobe. Her thrashing was too much, so I had to pull out the bloody dagger.
“No, seriously. I told you to be quiet. Why don't people listen?”.
“W-what? N-no!!”.
Thuck!
I stabbed the dagger into her thigh.
“Aaaargh!!!!!!!!”.
She let out a horrific scream, twisting in pain. At the same time, the wardrobe door rattled as it opened and shut slightly. Lee Han-seok was going crazy watching his wife being stabbed. He was likely thrashing to get out, despite my orders.
Regardless, I hugged the screaming woman from behind to pin her down. Then, I gently stroked her hair. She gasped for breath, begging for her life, and then began to sob uncontrollably. Listening to her cries, I glared at the wardrobe that was on the verge of bursting open.
“Look. You have to be quiet. Don't cry. There, there. Shh. Shh”.
When I made a gesture as if I were going to slit her throat, Lee Han-seok’s thrashing subsided.
“You’ll listen to me now, right? Then I won’t stab you anymore”.
“Y-yes… please… please… I’ll do whatever you say… please spare me… I’m sorry…”.
[The target has succumbed to you.].
There are only two ways I interact with humans: making them slaves or killing them. I pressed my thumb against her forehead.
Sizzle…
[You have turned the survivor ‘Kang Hee-seon’ into a slave.].
“Now, let’s see”.
When I pulled the dagger from her thigh, she was so terrified she even urinated on herself, gasping for air. Without showing mercy, I used Surging Flesh to heal her. Hee-seon eventually foamed at the mouth and collapsed. Unlike Awakened ones with stats, a normal person couldn't be used to such pain, so I expected this reaction.
“Whew”.
Wiping the sweat from my brow, I walked to the wardrobe and opened the door. Inside sat Lee Han-seok, his face contorted beyond description, shooting me a look filled with all the hatred in the world. He hadn't broken yet; instead, he was still burning with rage and a desire for revenge.
This fool didn’t realize that the more he fueled his animosity toward me, the more Kang Hee-seon would suffer. This was perfect. It wouldn't be fun if he broke all at once, and Indicron wouldn't want that either.
This was a kind of play—a tragedy for those involved, but an endless comedy for the observer.
“Grrr… you bastard… I will… definitely kill you… Even in death… I’ll kill you… I will never. Never forgive you”.
His gums were crushed and bleeding from how hard he was gritting his teeth. I laughed at him.
“This is just the beginning, you bitch. Did you think I’d just take her and be done with it? Not a chance”.
I closed the wardrobe again, leaving just a crack for him to voyeuristically watch.
“Hey. Wake up”.
Slap!
“You’re not waking up?”.
Slap!.
“Ugh…”.
Her cheeks were swollen, and Kang Hee-seon finally opened her eyes. I pulled up a chair and sat in front of the terrified woman.
“Phew. Now we can finally talk, right?”.
“Yes. Sob… sob… y-yes… I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”.
“Forget the apologies. Your husband’s name is Lee Han-seok, correct?”.
“What? My husband?”.
“Yes. Your husband. Don’t repeat my question; just answer me directly”.
“T-that’s right… my husband… Lee Han-seok…”.
“Phew. I see”.
I released her chains while she was still trembling. Then, I pulled out a cigarette. I was trying to quit, but given the situation, I wanted one.
“Phew… don’t move”.
When she found she couldn’t move under my command, her eyes shook as if she couldn’t keep up with what was happening.
“The reason I came to find you is because of your husband”.
“D-did my husband… do something bad…?”.
“Yes. He did something horrific. By the way, do you remember how you died?”.
“What? I… I died? I… Argh!!!”.
Memories from just before her death seemed to return as she screamed and twisted her body. I had heard on the way here that she had been bitten and killed by a zombie. Hee-seon, remembering this, shuddered.
“Now, you remember everything?”.
“Gasp… gasp… yes. I remember everything. The zombies. Definitely, a zombie…”.
“Phew… yes. The world is swarming with zombies now. And you’ve been revived. I brought you back”.
The existence of zombies makes even the most nonsensical stories seem plausible. She believed me when I said I had revived her.
“Why… why did you bring me back?”.
“It’s because of Lee Han-seok. As I explained, your husband committed a great crime”.
“A crime?! He would never—!”.
“Listen. After the zombies appeared, people with superpowers emerged, and your husband was one of them”.
“Superpowers?”.
“Yes. Like the ability that healed your thigh”.
“Ah… and then…?”.
“And then? Your husband used that power to kill many people. He killed everyone he saw, regardless of whether they were women or children”.
“T-that can’t be! Seok-ah… he would never kill people…”.
“I don’t need your defense. The evidence is already there, so defending him just makes you look ridiculous. Does your defense bring back the people that bastard killed?”.
“W-what do you want… why me…”.
“What I want… that would be to punish him, of course”.
“W-what…? Who are you to… who are you to punish anyone?!”.
“Enough. Do you know why your husband was killing people? Men, women, children—do you know why he killed every human he saw?”.
“I-I don’t know… how would I…”.
“It was all to revive you. By sacrificing human souls. That lunatic killed all those people just to save you… one person”.
“No…”.
“That means you’re also responsible for all of this”.
“Seok-ah… my husband… he isn't that kind of…”.
“Stop. I didn’t come here to offer forgiveness or mercy. I’m just telling you this so you know why you’re being punished before it begins. I didn’t revive you to listen to your defense of that man”.
I began to undress.
“W-wait a minute…! My husband… where is he now…?”.
“Well… I don’t know either. Your husband left you behind and ran away because he didn't want to die”.
“No way… he would never do that! N-no. It can't be true. It can't be…”.
Having spewed out those lies, Hee-seon began to doubt and distrust her husband, trying to deny reality. I told those lies to break her faith in him and to make the framed Lee Han-seok feel a desperate sense of injustice.
I slowly approached the woman who was muttering to herself in denial. Then, I crushed my cigarette out against her breast.
"Aaaargh!!!!!".
I healed her breast and tore her clothes off.
“Now, it’s time for you to be punished in place of your runaway husband. You and your husband are both sinners. If you want someone to blame, blame Lee Han-seok for killing all those people”.
“S-stop!!! N-no!!!”.
Her breasts, nearly as large as Ah-ram’s, bounced as I grabbed and sucked on them. I bit her nipples. As I fondled her crotch, I shoved a dildo inside. Her back arched like a freshly caught fish.
I then blindfolded her, gagged her, and put earmuffs on her to block out all sound. Then, I inserted three vibrators into her and attached a suction device to her clitoris, along with vibrators on both nipples, and turned them all on.
“Hhhnnngghhh!!!♡”.
Forced into climax by the machines, Kang Hee-seon dripped with arousal and tears. I left her there and went back to the wardrobe.
“Well, what do you think? Quite a sight, isn't it? I’m going to get her pregnant now”.
“Aaaargh!!!!”.
Inside the wardrobe, Lee Han-seok was screaming as he struck his own testicles.