Looting the Wreckage, Salvaging a Schoolgirl

Having finished our preparations for the expedition, we stepped out of the convenience store.

An expedition to the Stadium to recruit a new idol slave... no, a party member, who possessed a healer skill.

For this expedition, I had packed food, water, and basic daily necessities into our backpacks.

The load was quite bulky, but perhaps because I had absorbed Lee Jihye's stats, it didn't feel heavy at all.

Stepping outside, the state of the city was even more grim than before.

"...It's completely fucked."

Whoosh—

Grrr—

The streets were filled with nothing but burning cars and aimlessly wandering zombies.

The world was in even worse shape than when I had headed to the office to capture that bitch Lee Jihye.

If someone saw this, they'd think the world had ended years ago.

What the hell happened here?

It had only been a single day since the status windows appeared and the zombies showed up. I was genuinely curious how everything had gone to shit so incredibly fast.

While I was scanning our surroundings, a sharp clicking sound echoed through the desolate streets.

Click-clack, click-clack.

Along with the sound of high heels, which was utterly out of place in this bleak landscape, came Lee Jihye's irritated grumbling.

"Geez, why did you waste points on something like this?"

Lee Jihye grumbled, looking down at her freshly cleaned clothes. She adjusted her black high heels, huffing in disbelief.

Thwack!

I shattered the skull of a zombie that came rushing at us, drawn by the clicking of her heels, and replied, "It all has a purpose."

Looking closely at the slave management system, I had found hidden options to manage not just her appearance and personality, but also her clothing. Thus, I had spent Lee Jihye's points to wash her clothes and repair and modify her high heels.

"If you're wearing blood-soaked clothes, men will be terrified of you. If I'm going to use you as bait, your clothes need to be clean."

Washing her clothes was essential if I wanted to use this bitch as both ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a meat shield and bait to get men horny. When I offered this plausible excuse, Lee Jihye shrieked.

"Then what about these high heels?! You expect me to run in high-heeled shoes while zombies are chasing us?!"

"That's why I spent points to modify them so they're comfortable."

I looked down at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the high heels she was wearing. They were modified high heels that had cost a whopping 100 points. They only looked like high heels; they had been modified to be almost as comfortable as sneakers, so she could run and jump without any discomfort. The clicking sound could also be toggled on and off, making them a modified item capable of both stealthy movement and drawing aggro.

"Just give me sneakers! Wearing high heels in a situation like this makes me look like a crazy bitch!"

"No."

Well, though I had given a few practical reasons, the biggest reason I spent points on Lee Jihye's outfit was simple.

Because it's hot.

I didn't give a shit about Lee Jihye's thoughts or efficiency. What mattered was what got me hard. Baggy tracksuits and sneakers were a total turn-off.

I stared at Lee Jihye's short-skirted ass swaying in front of me and commanded, "...But look at this slave bitch, talking back to her master. Stick your ass out."

"Hey, not here...!" Lee Jihye stammered in panic as I ordered her into a bitch pose right in the middle of the street.

But regardless of her will, her body moved. Following my command, Lee Jihye pushed her hips far back like a dog. I slapped her buttocks with my palm, reinforcing our master-slave relationship once again.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ah! Stop it!"

"I do what I want, bitch."

It was right after I had given her plump ass a few satisfying slaps.

Thud-thud-thud-thud!

The heavy thrum of a propeller echoed through the silent forest of abandoned buildings.

"Huh?" Lee Jihye's eyes widened as she looked up at the sky.

The dark silhouette of a military helicopter was cutting through the air above.

"W-We're saved...! It's a helicopter!" Lee Jihye cried out in joy beside me. "Look, the military is moving! It's finally over!"

Her face lit up. The appearance of a helicopter meant that public authority was still intact. It gave her hope that she could return to her peaceful past life.

But I felt a bit annoyed.

I've already crushed the skulls of five guys and forced myself on a woman, and now the world is going back to normal?

That couldn't happen.

And there was no way the world would return to normal. The moment the status windows appeared, we had already said goodbye to the old world. Even if the zombies were dealt with, things would never go back to how they were.

Right then—

Boom!

An explosion erupted near the tail rotor of the helicopter flying overhead. Losing balance, the helicopter plunged downward.

"Ah..." A gasp escaped Lee Jihye's lips as the helicopter spiraled down, trailing thick smoke.

Boom!

The helicopter collided with the ground, exploding with a second deafening roar. It was the sound of Lee Jihye's hopes being reduced to ashes and shattered into pieces.

"Rescue, my ass. There's no such thing in a fucked-up world like this." I smirked, giving Lee Jihye's frozen ass a light pat.

"...Damn it," Lee Jihye cursed, hanging her head. Unlike her, I took a light step forward, heading toward the rising black smoke. "Let's go. A helicopter crashed, which means it's time to loot."

The helicopter had crashed in a development district filled with abandoned buildings. Following the black smoke, an open lot soon appeared between the derelict structures.

Whoosh—

The shattered wreckage of the helicopter was burning, spewing crimson flames. The corpses of soldiers and broken supply crates were scattered around.

Lee Jihye looked at the burning helicopter and asked me, "...Should we go grab something?"

I shook my head at her question. "No. Let's hide nearby first."

Since it was a military helicopter, there were bound to be usable firearms and weapons lying around. Firearms were always welcome loot, but rushing in to scavenge was dangerous. The sound of the explosion and the smoke would inevitably draw nearby players. If we weren't careful, we might get caught in a pincer attack by others coming to loot.

Deciding to step ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back and observe the situation, I grabbed Lee Jihye's wrist and entered a nearby abandoned building. We climbed up to a higher floor that offered a clear view of the open lot and monitored the area.

We hid in the abandoned building and waited. Sure enough, it didn't take long.

"Here, over here!"

"Hey, loot everything inside!"

With a clamor of noisy voices, players began to gather.

They foolishly made loud noises as they swarmed toward the helicopter. It was a party of five men and two women.

"Are there any guns?"

"What about a radio?"

It was right when they were excitedly looting the supplies scattered around the wreckage.

Thwack!

An ice spear flying out of nowhere pierced one of their heads.

"W-What the fuck?!"

"It's an enemy!"

Startled by the surprise attack, they hurriedly scanned their surroundings. Soon, a battle broke out between the party looting the helicopter and the newly arrived parties.

Thud!

Argh!

Flash!

They clashed in a chaotic melee, hurling skills at one another. I hid in the building with Lee Jihye, watching them beat and kill each other.

...In an apocalypse, the best tactic is to let others fight and reap the benefits.

Stepping forward for no reason would only get you ganged up on and killed. I quietly waited for them to thin out their own numbers.

How much time had passed? The open lot had turned into a field of corpses. Only three survivors remained after the long battle.

Wiping away blood and sweat, they spat out curses.

Pant, pant—

"Ah, fuck. We came all this way for nothing."

"I told you we shouldn't have come! It's too dangerous."

"Still, since we're here, we might as well grab whatever we can."

Gasping for breath, they rummaged through the crates around the helicopter.

The enemies were exhausted. It seemed no more players would show up, so it was about time to start the hunt.

I commanded Lee Jihye.

"Go, slave. Put your hands up and pretend to surrender. Once you get close enough, blast them with a fireball. If things get dangerous, use your shield."

"...Sigh. Fine."

Sighing at my command, Lee Jihye walked out of the building.

Click. Clack.

The heels of her specially modified high heels struck the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Huh? What's that?"

The gazes of the three survivors instantly locked onto Lee Jihye. In the middle of a living hell reeking of blood, a woman in a clean, sexy office look had appeared. It was impossible not to look.

"...What's up with that crazy bitch? High heels in this chaos?"

"Is she dangerous?"

As their guard went up, Lee Jihye raised both hands, signaling that she had no intention of fighting.

"P-Please help me...!"

As Lee Jihye began her act, the men slowly lowered their guard.

"Doesn't look like she wants to fight."

"Then let's take her with us. The girls in our party died during the fight anyway."

"She looks hot. Way better than the dead ones."

After whispering among themselves for a moment, they approached Lee Jihye with snickers.

"Sure, we'll help you. But in return, you have to make us feel good."

"We'll use your front hole... and your back hole..."

As they groped their crotches and crowded around Lee Jihye—

Whoosh!

A red fireball shot from Lee Jihye's fingertips. It was one of her skills, Fireball Throwing.

The fireball slammed directly into the face of the guy leading the pack, who had been spewing vulgarities.

Boom!

"Arghhh! My eyes! It's hot, fuck!"

With his face on fire, the man screamed and rolled on the ground.

"You crazy bitch!"

Enraged by his companion catching fire, another guy lunged toward Lee Jihye like a cannonball. It was his skill, Body Tackle.

"Kyaaa!"

Seeing the man charging at incredible speed, Lee Jihye shrieked and curled into a ball. She seemed to have forgotten to use her defensive skill in her panic.

Stupid bitch.

I told her to use her barrier if it got dangerous, and she just crouched down. I reflexively reached out and deployed her barrier skill myself.

Ting!

Crash!

The charging man slammed into the barrier and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Cough—"

Reeling from the impact of hitting the barrier, the charging guy coughed up blood and collapsed.

And finally—

Bang!

With a sharp gunshot, the head of the last remaining guy burst open. It was a shot from my gun.

Thud! Thud!

I used my expandable baton to finish off the guy rolling on the ground with his face on fire and the one knocked unconscious by the barrier.

"Pant... pant..."

Lee Jihye sat on the ground, trembling violently from the shock. She had almost been crushed to death by the man's charge. Though it was her own damn fault for failing to use her shield in time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like an idiot.

Normally, I would have slapped her and cursed her out, but this time, I decided to give her a carrot instead of the whip. It would be troublesome if her mental state completely broke down. To train a slave, sometimes a gentle touch was necessary.

"You did well as bait. Are you hurt?" I lowered my gun, walked over, and gently patted Lee Jihye's head.

Lee Jihye's eyes, which had been trembling with fear just a moment ago, wavered. "Ah..."

As she blankly received my touch, her face flushed red.

"Y-You crazy bastard! Don't touch me! Am I your dog?!"

"Yeah. You're my bitch."

Thanks to the personality preservation option, her sharp, feisty reactions were incredibly satisfying. Seeing that she still had the energy to yell, she seemed to have recovered from the shock. I laughed off her protest and walked toward the burning helicopter wreckage.

"Let's see."

The pilots and soldiers were already burned beyond recognition. Poor bastards. I offered a brief silent prayer for them and picked up a rifle rolling on the ground.

"What a waste."

The barrel was bent like taffy from the impact of the crash and explosion. The other weapons were in a similar state. My plan to secure usable firearms had gone up in smoke, but it wasn't a complete waste of time.

I spotted something glinting amidst the torn military gear in the back seat of the helicopter.

"This survived."

It was a military radio in a sturdy case, along with a spare battery pack.

When I turned it on, a faint frequency signal from other survivors came through amidst the static. I had obtained a valuable item that would allow me to monitor the movements of other players or survivor groups.

"Let's get out of here."

"...Okay."

Having finished looting, we left the open lot.

Darkness soon fell.

We entered a nearby collapsed building to spend the night. After dusting off a spot on the floor, I sat down and activated the ability equipped in my fifth skill slot.

Bzzt—

It was a utility skill that sounded an alarm and dealt damage if anyone approached. After setting traps at the building's entrance and windows, our security for a comfortable camp was complete.

I stuffed the radio into my backpack, pulled Lee Jihye, who was resting curled up in a corner, and pinned her to the floor.

"W-What are you doing?!"

"What do you think? You fought well today, so I'm giving you a reward."

Reward, my ass. In truth, I just wanted to fuck her. I had given her a carrot earlier, so now it was time for the whip. I planned to drill her pussy all night long, interrogating her about why she had acted like an idiot and failed to use her shield.

Grip!

I pinned her resisting arms above her head.

"Let me go! I'm tired...!" Lee Jihye bit her lip hard, thrashing her legs.

But as my thigh pried its way between her knees, her body twitched, starting to heat up.

"You say no with your mouth, but your lower half is already going weak."

"Shut up...!"

Her reaction—blushing in shame while secretly craving the stimulation—drove me wild. Her breasts heaved, and her pale skin swayed seductively through her torn clothes. Just as I was about to strip off her blouse and dive between her legs—

"Kyaaa!"

A scream, but not from Lee Jihye, echoed across the open lot. It was a high-pitched scream, too young to belong to an adult woman.

I pulled my hands away from her body and stood up.

"...Get up."

"..."

Lee Jihye, catching onto the situation, quietly stood up as well.

Gripping my expandable baton, I activated my stealth skill. I peered outside toward where the scream had come from.

There, under the moonlight, a small silhouette lay collapsed near the open lot.

She wore a school uniform skirt and a neat blouse.

A high school girl lay there, injured and completely motionless.