The Survivor Group's Sex Slaves
Click, clack.
The sharp click of Lee Jihye's high heels echoed down the stairwell.
Seo Jisu followed closely behind her, keeping pace as they trailed Yoon Seongcheol down the subway stairs.
As they descended deeper underground, the freezing air of the surface gradually gave way to a surprisingly warm, stagnant draft.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs and passing through the turnstiles, the view of the station's main concourse opened up before Seo Jisu's eyes.
A bonfire crackled right in the middle of the station lobby.
A fairly large group of people was gathered around the warm flames—five men and two women.
Including Yoon Seongcheol and the two sentries they had left above, this was a survivor group of about ten people.
Yoon Seongcheol waved his hand to get their attention and introduced the newcomers.
"Listen up, everyone. We have two survivors joining us from the outside."
At his words, the people sitting around the fire turned their heads in unison.
There was no wariness or hostility in their eyes. Instead, two women in their thirties approached them with warm, welcoming smiles.
"You must have had such a hard time out there. I'm Park Hyojung."
"You must be so shaken up. Come over here and warm yourselves by the fire."
The women greeted them warmly, gently taking them by the hands.
It was a kind reception from ordinary, unarmed people.
Lee Jihye's tense, frozen shoulders visibly relaxed. Seo Jisu also unclenched her fists, letting her guard down just a fraction.
"Here, please, have a seat."
Yoon Seongcheol guided them toward some camping chairs set up in front of the bonfire.
Seo Jisu sat down and took the opportunity to scan the camp they had established.
Thick, silver insulating mats were spread across the cold marble floor to block the chill.
On top of them, several folding camp cots, tents, and heavy sleeping bags were neatly arranged.
In one corner, portable gas stoves, mess kits, pots, and other cooking utensils were stacked in orderly piles.
Boxes of bottled water, canned Spam, and cartons of instant ramen were also highly visible.
It was a remarkably well-organized and comfortable camp, a stark contrast to the absolute hellscape on the surface.
Moreover, although the running water was cut off, the nearby subway restrooms meant they had a place to relieve themselves and wash up.
This level of infrastructure was more than enough to ensure immediate survival.
Just as Seo Jisu was marveling at the surprisingly decent setup, she heard footsteps.
Step, step.
Yoon Seongcheol returned, carrying two warm cans of coffee and two thick blankets.
He handed the coffee and blankets to Seo Jisu and Lee Jihye in turn.
"We have an empty tent, so you can get some proper rest there tonight. For now, drink something warm and try to relax."
"Ah, thank you."
"..."
The warmth of the can radiating into her palms brought a sense of peace to Lee Jihye's mind.
Yoon Seongcheol perched himself on an empty oil drum and spoke in a gentle, reassuring tone.
"In a harsh world like this, helping one another and building trust is the most important thing. I used to work as a team leader at a trading company. The skill I possess is Fire Manipulation. I don't have much talent for combat, so I mostly use it to light fires and heat up food like this."
He gave a genial smile and introduced the other men around them one by one.
"That fellow over there with the glasses is Kim Taeho. His skill is Team Member Covenant, which helps us set rules and maintain order so no discord breaks out within our group. And that short-haired guy over there is Park Jinwoo. He has a survival skill called Instant Death Prevention, so he's mainly responsible for keeping watch or scouting outside."
Seo Jisu was inwardly astonished by how transparently they revealed their capabilities.
In this world, one's skills were a trump card, synonymous with life itself. Sharing them so freely meant this group was incredibly peaceful and built on mutual trust.
After explaining his team members' skills at length, Yoon Seongcheol asked tentatively,
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of skills did you two use to survive out there? Ah, of course, if you'd rather not say, you don't have to."
At Yoon Seongcheol's polite inquiry, Lee Jihye's eyes darted around nervously.
"Ah, well, you see..."
Lee Jihye was clearly agonizing over which skill to disclose. Before the somewhat dim-witted woman could blurt out something foolish, Seo Jisu quickly cut in.
"This unni can use a barrier. As for me, I have an accuracy correction skill."
She chose to claim a barrier skill to avoid raising their guard, which might happen if she revealed they had offensive capabilities. She kept her actual illusion skill carefully hidden.
Yoon Seongcheol nodded, accepting Seo Jisu's quick lie.
"I see. You've both been through so much."
Yoon Seongcheol's expression turned bitter as he continued.
"The outside is practically hell. Do either of you know why the world fell apart overnight like this?"
When Seo Jisu and Lee Jihye shook their heads, Yoon Seongcheol went on.
"From what we've gathered while scouting, immediately after the status windows appeared, young children below a certain age and the elderly above a certain age all turned into zombies simultaneously."
Seo Jisu's eyes trembled at his explanation.
The faces of her grandmother and young sibling, who had turned into zombies right before her eyes, flashed through her mind. Yoon Seongcheol let out a heavy sigh.
"And it doesn't seem to be based strictly on age, either. Those with severe disabilities or pre-existing medical conditions turned as well. It's highly likely that anyone deemed unfit for combat was turned into a zombie. They simply weren't chosen to be players."
This was new information. If this was true, it explained why even highly organized institutions like the military, which had virtually no elderly or children, had collapsed.
If there were soldiers harboring undiagnosed terminal illnesses or rare diseases, zombies would have spontaneously manifested and spread within the ranks.
Yoon Seongcheol's face hardened as he continued.
"Zombies are terrifying, to be sure. But the truly frightening thing is humanity. Once the status windows appeared and people gained skills, many revealed their true, monstrous natures. Murderers who kill others to steal their points and skills are roaming the streets. We banded together as decent survivors to hide from bastards like that."
He offered another warm, gentle smile.
"Fortunately, we managed to tune into a government broadcast on the radio yesterday. The military has reorganized and is gathering forces starting from Suwon. They're suppressing riots and moving north, so a government rescue team should reach us within a few days. A subway station is easy to defend, so we just have to hold out together until then."
At Yoon Seongcheol's mention of the military and rescue teams, Lee Jihye let out a soft gasp.
"Ah..."
Seo Jisu also felt a flicker of hope rise within her as she took a sip of her coffee.
Looking at the defensive barrier of the subway station, the abundant supplies, and these ordinary people helping one another, a heavy wave of guilt washed over Jisu's heart.
Somewhere behind her, Han Siwoo was hiding, completely invisible.
A terrifying man who killed without batting an eye to steal skills and points.
The "monstrous villain" Yoon Seongcheol had described was the exact definition of that man.
Though she had accompanied him because he had taken her bow, she didn't trust him in the slightest.
Yet here she was, deceiving these kind and gentle people under his orders.
No matter how I look at it, wouldn't it be infinitely better to join this warm group of survivors rather than being dragged around by that psychopath? Seo Jisu thought to herself.
Yoon Seongcheol, who had been talking for a while, clapped his hands together with a sharp smack.
"Well, now that it's dinner time, shall we all have a meal together?"
Following a warm and friendly dinner, the night deepened.
Crackle.
In the dead of night, a draft blowing down the stairs caused the bonfire in the center of the concourse to slowly die down.
Having completely let down their guard under the influence of comfort and human warmth they hadn't felt in days, Seo Jisu and Lee Jihye fell into a deep sleep. After enjoying a luxurious dinner of ramen and Spam, the two women had curled up inside a worn-out tent.
Silence settled over the subway concourse that had been so lively just hours before.
Amidst that quiet...
Step, step.
The faint sound of footsteps pressing against the marble floor echoed as several male silhouettes emerged from the shadows.
It was Yoon Seongcheol, who had smiled so warmly during the day, along with several of his men.
Holding ropes and knives in their hands, they crept toward the tent where Seo Jisu and Lee Jihye were sleeping, whispering to one another.
"The bitches that rolled in today are top-tier quality. And they didn't even bring any annoying men with them."
"Tell me about it. That one in the office wear has an absolutely incredible body. The little brat in the tracksuit is pretty cute too. We'll put a leash on them with our skills and use them as meat sleeves every single night."
Their words were a complete, sickening departure from the friendly conversation they had shared earlier.
Yoon Seongcheol adjusted his glasses and spoke.
"The problem is we don't have any open slots for the leash. We're already at full capacity with the bitches we currently have."
"Then should we get rid of the two bitches who acted as the bait earlier?"
The two women in their thirties who had approached Seo Jisu and Lee Jihye with bright smiles earlier were already being gang-raped and used as collective sex toys by the group.
That was the real reason they had welcomed the newcomers so warmly.
If two more holes were added to the camp, the number of men they would have to service every night would be cut in half.
But there was one factor they hadn't anticipated.
Yoon Seongcheol said coldly,
"Yeah. Get rid of those ugly bitches."
The other men readily agreed with Yoon Seongcheol's decision.
"True, we've been using those two for a while now anyway."
"Come on, it's only been a few days."
"What? For faces like theirs, being used as cum dumps for two days is more than enough."
Yoon Seongcheol raised his hand to cut off the chatter and issued his orders.
"Use the vacant slots to bind the pretty ones in the tent with the covenant skill and turn them into our sex slaves. Since those other two are useless now, we'll have our fun with them one last time and dispose of them at dawn. Just throw their corpses onto the tracks like last time; the zombies will clean them up."
"Understood."
The reason they kept the size of their survivor group strictly at ten people was because of Kim Taeho's Team Member Covenant skill.
Once the covenant was established, they were registered as team members, which physically prevented them from inflicting bodily harm on one another.
However, sexual abuse was exempt from that restriction, making it the perfect skill for safely keeping sex slaves without fear of rebellion.
Since all their slots were currently full, they planned to add Lee Jihye and Seo Jisu and kill the two existing women.
The newcomers were infinitely younger and more beautiful.
"We'll get to use these new ones for a long time."
"You can say that again. Heheh."
Yoon Seongcheol and his men plotted this subhuman atrocity without a shred of hesitation.
The benevolent masks they had worn during the day were completely stripped away, revealing their hideous, filthy true natures.
"By the way, Leader. Is it true that the military is coming?"
"...If that were true, would we be doing this? I made it up to put those bitches at ease."
Military, my ass. Zombies were running rampant, and people with special abilities were slaughtering one another.
There was no way the military could still function.
"Damn, you lie like a pro."
Step, step.
"Alright. Get ready."
Yoon Seongcheol and his group stopped right in front of the tent where Lee Jihye and Seo Jisu were sleeping. The men surrounded the tent.
Ziiip.
They slowly and quietly unzipped the tent entrance—and then, the zippers of their own pants.
The men's predatory gazes pierced the dark interior of the tent.
Soft breathing.
The two pretty bitches were fast asleep, completely oblivious to the horror about to unfold.
They were premium females, possessing faces and bodies far superior to the two sex slaves they had been using until now.
One was a crazy bitch wearing office clothes and high heels as if begging to be fucked, and the other was a fresh, young thing who looked like she had barely reached adulthood.
They were, without a doubt, the ultimate female sex slaves.
Slurp.
The men drooled as they stared at the sleeping Lee Jihye and Seo Jisu.
They couldn't believe their luck that such incredibly hot, delicious bitches had walked right into their hands.
The thought of keeping these two as sex slaves to abuse indefinitely made them giddy with anticipation for the days to come.
Yoon Seongcheol stared at the sleeping pair and jerked his chin.
"Grab them."
Whoosh!
The moment the command fell, the men surrounding the tent lunged forward in unison.
"W-What is this?!"
"...!"
As the men rushed in, Lee Jihye and Seo Jisu bolted upright, panic-stricken.
"Stay still, you bitches!"
"Fuck, I'm going to stretch your holes wide open."
The men shouted vulgarities, thrusting their erect cocks forward as they lunged—but then, something went wrong.
Crash!
"What the fuck?!"
"Where did they go?!"
The hands that had reached out to seize the panicked women grabbed nothing but empty air. Instead, the men slammed headfirst into one another, tumbling onto the floor in a tangled heap.
Flicker.
At that exact moment, the illusions of Lee Jihye and Seo Jisu dissolved into thin air.
"!"
Yoon Seongcheol's eyes widened in shock.
An illusion skill?
They had clearly claimed to possess a barrier and an accuracy correction skill. Had they lied?
He had intentionally put them at ease and pried about their skills to prevent exactly this kind of surprise, but it seemed he had been played.
Those fucking bitches...!
But that was not the end of Yoon Seongcheol's surprises.
"Die!"
With Lee Jihye's sharp, furious cry, a massive fireball rained down upon the tangled heap of men.
Boom!