The Female Harem Plan Proclaimed
Bubble, bubble—.
The savory aroma of stew simmering on the gas burner filled the convenience store.
Tonight’s dinner was army stew.
Eun Yerin poured the retort pouch base into the pot.
Seo Jisu, seated beside her, sliced sausages and ham scavenged from the store shelves with a multi-tool knife and dropped them into the pot.
Crackle, crackle—.
A dash of ramen seasoning, noodles, and pre-portioned convenience store vegetables tumbled into the bubbling red broth.
Next came the instant rice, freshly microwaved and steaming hot, completing the meal.
Fragrant army stew and fluffy white rice, steam rising in gentle curls.
Outside, the apocalypse raged with wandering corpses, but inside, fluorescent lights glowed brightly and the air was thick with the mouthwatering scent of stew.
Though only a few days had passed since the world ended, the sight of this abundant, warm meal stirred a wave of emotion.
Eun Yerin gripped her spoon tightly, inhaling the rich aroma of the broth.
Thank goodness.
Just days ago, she had survived on the dry cracker crumbs and handful of nuts Cha Seolah tossed her way, holding her breath in fear of being assaulted by men at any moment.
Compared to then, the smell of seasoning and ham now drifting to her nose felt unrealistically sweet.
While Eun Yerin prepared dinner, grateful for her improved circumstances—
Slide—.
The shower room door opened, and the three who had gone in to wash emerged.
*
I stepped out, freshly cleaned.
Behind me, toweling my wet hair, Cha Seolah and Lee Jihye followed with their heads bowed low.
"..."
The two women had just finished a contest of oral service and soapy froth inside the shower stall.
One flushed with excitement, the other with shame.
The brief duel had firmly reestablished the master-and-bitch hierarchy.
Of course, this was only the beginning. Training and discipline would continue.
Sniff—
The moment I stepped out, the rich aroma of army stew hit my nose.
Still drying my hair, I praised Eun Yerin and Seo Jisu for preparing the meal.
"Smells great. Good work."
"Yes!"
We sat in a circle around the pot.
Eun Yerin and Seo Jisu also took seats across from me, spoons in hand.
Using a camping Sierra cup like a ladle, I portioned out the meal for everyone.
I scooped up generous helpings of broth, sausage, ham, and perfectly cooked noodles.
First my own share. Then Eun Yerin’s and Seo Jisu’s.
Finally, the bitches’ portions.
Thud—.
"Eat."
I heaped food into bowls for Lee Jihye and Cha Seolah as well.
Even if they were bitches, I had no intention of skimping on meals.
They needed proper fuel to move well and maintain their fuckable figures.
Of course, equal treatment applied only to the food itself.
Cha Seolah stared at the bowl on the floor with a strange expression.
"...Where’s the spoon?"
"Beasts don’t get spoons. Just eat."
"Fuck."
"Make sure you eat well. You need to keep that body looking fuckable."
The words reduced her to nothing more than a bitch and a set of holes. Cha Seolah bit her lip and glared at the floor.
She, who had once ruled as a queen adored by countless men, was now reduced to livestock lapping up feed from cold tile.
Her clenched fists trembled with shame.
Yet her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl that cut through the anger.
Gurgle—
The steaming army stew sat right in front of her, its spicy, savory aroma numbing her reason.
She wanted nothing more than to flip the bowl in defiance, but—
"Tch."
Against the primal survival instincts of her body, pride was useless. Cha Seolah ground her teeth and accepted the bowl.
Chomp, chomp—.
Still on all fours, she tilted the bowl and shoveled meat and rice into her mouth.
Days of subsisting on crackers and bread. The hot stew and rice made her body quiver.
Slurp— smack—
Lee Jihye buried her face in her bowl without hesitation, gulping down the broth.
"..."
Eun Yerin watched the two women eating from the floor in silence.
Their manners were poor, but Cha Seolah deserved this treatment.
Moreover, according to Seo Jisu, Lee Jihye had her own debts to settle. Siwoo’s handling of them was only fair.
With a lighter heart, Eun Yerin swallowed her warm rice. Seo Jisu ate without a word.
The party members emptied the pot down to the last drop of broth.
Once the satisfying feast ended—
Click—.
I opened the freezer in the corner of the store.
White mist billowed out as I grabbed several ice creams and handed them around.
"Let’s have dessert."
Seo Jisu and Eun Yerin received strawberry and green tea cup ice creams.
Premium flavors they rarely ate because of the price.
I took the chocolate one for myself and scooped it with a wooden spoon.
Meanwhile—
Rustle—.
I tossed ice creams to the two bitches as well.
Thud—.
"You two get these."
What rolled across the floor were melon and chestnut hard-bar ice creams.
She looked back and forth between the frozen bars on the floor and the cup ice cream in my hand.
"Asshole!"
Unable to hold back, Lee Jihye pouted and complained.
"You served the same food for dinner, so why discriminate with dessert? So petty!"
The childish protest felt out of place in the apocalypse. I smirked while eating my ice cream.
"Beasts don’t get to crave human desserts. Livestock should be grateful for a hard bar."
Meals were essential for survival, so I fed them well, but there was no reason to spoil them with snacks. This, too, was a matter of hierarchy.
"Tch... stingy bastard."
Lee Jihye grumbled but tore open the wrapper of the hard bar on the floor and bit into it.
"...Hmph."
Cha Seolah, on the other hand, let out a derisive snort.
The same man who had just plucked her pubic hair and forced her into a bizarre contest was now pettily ranking them over something as trivial as ice cream flavors.
In a way, it was almost cute.
Crunch—.
With the sound of Cha Seolah biting into the hard bar, dinner and dessert came to an end.
As a satisfied fullness and sense of relief settled over the store—
I clapped my hands to draw everyone’s attention.
Clap, clap—
"Good. Now pay attention."
At my low, firm voice, the party members froze.
Seo Jisu and Eun Yerin, seated on the cots, and Cha Seolah and Lee Jihye, kneeling on the floor wiping their mouths, all turned their eyes to me.
"From now on, I’m laying down clear rules and guidelines for this party."
"Rules?"
"That’s right. In this party, my word is law. Remember that. Next, the guidelines."
I swept my gaze over the four women and declared without hesitation.
"First, no male members will be accepted into this party."
Seo Jisu raised an eyebrow at the announcement. Eun Yerin held her breath, waiting for what came next.
"We’ll only recruit women with useful skills and gradually expand this shelter. The ultimate goal is to build my harem."
The four women reacted differently to my blunt declaration.
"..."
Seo Jisu folded her arms and nodded calmly. For her, survival and efficiency mattered more than the leader’s personal tastes.
A harem was every man’s dream, after all. His honesty was refreshing.
Eun Yerin blinked in surprise but soon swallowed and quietly accepted it.
Well, they do say heroes are lechers.
It was only natural for a man like Siwoo to desire multiple women.
Lee Jihye’s reaction, however, was different.
"You pervert. The world’s ended and you’re still collecting women?"
She pouted and snapped like before.
But beneath the sharp complaint, her true feelings had changed.
If new women join... won’t my place get smaller?
Before, it had been mere disgust. Now it was anxiety.
Cha Seolah was already desperate to climb the ranks.
It was a bitch’s survival instinct, hypersensitive to the party’s power structure.
Meanwhile, Cha Seolah glared at Han Siwoo with open disgust.
"Trash."
The sharp insult left her lips.
"A harem? In the end, you’re no different from those bodyguards outside. Just another horny male using force to pin women down and satisfy your lust, only you’re dressing it up."
The pride of her queen-bee days. Until recently, she had commanded dozens of survivors and bodyguards at her feet.
Now reduced to this cramped tile floor and treated like livestock, she was trying to tear me down however she could.
I shrugged.
"I am a horny male. But I’m not like them. At least I don’t gang-rape innocent women. The only ones I touch are bitches like you."
"..."
Cha Seolah fell silent.
Lee Jihye, stung by the word "bitch," shrank back and glanced at me nervously.
I looked away from the two bitches and continued.
"Anyway. Next point. Anyone who shows hostility or becomes a threat to this party will be killed without hesitation. It’s even better if the target is a criminal or human scum."
"On the other hand, I won’t kill the innocent or those without malice. I won’t accept everyone into the party, but I can spare a little of what we have. We’re well off, after all."
"If you have complaints about my goals or methods, feel free to pack up and leave right now. I won’t stop you."
An ultimatum.
Silence fell over the convenience store.
"..."
No one stood up.
Seo Jisu had already seen the truth of his words with her own eyes when he eliminated Yun Seongcheol’s group at the station.
Eun Yerin felt relief at his promise not to trample the innocent and weak.
In this lawless apocalypse, she realized that staying beside this man—who upheld at least a minimum standard of morality—was the safest place to be.
Cha Seolah and Lee Jihye, already slaves, had no choice anyway.
I smiled in satisfaction and ended the meeting.
"Good. I’ll take that as understanding. Let’s work well together from now on."
***
After making the bitches do the dishes, night fell once more.
It was time to sleep.
"Everyone, get ready for bed. We need to conserve energy if we’re heading out again tomorrow."
Following my instructions, sleeping arrangements were set.
The hierarchy within the party was clearly reflected even in where they slept.
"Seo Jisu, Eun Yerin. You two use the cots and sleeping bags over there."
The two regular party members were given comfortable cots and thick insulated sleeping bags in one corner.
Not the hard floor, but proper camping cots. They slipped into the sleeping bags atop them.
"It’s warm."
A cozy warmth enveloped their bodies.
It was the first proper shelter they had been granted since the world ended and they had been forced to endure cold and fear.
The bitches’ situation was different.
"Cha Seolah, you’re on the bare floor over there. Use your clothes and the tent as bedding."
"What? You want me to sleep on this cold floor?"
"There are no sleeping bags for livestock."
All Cha Seolah was given was a canvas tent spread over the tile and spare clothes brought from the van.
The hard floor radiated cold.
She had no choice but to curl up with her knees pulled to her chest to escape the chill.
Cha Seolah complained.
"I-I’d rather sleep alone in the van! It’s soft and spacious."
"No."
Personal space was a luxury for livestock. The van was off-limits. Zombies outside were dangerous too.
Besides, sleeping together served a purpose in training. It would strengthen their bond as a team.
Well, that’s not the main reason.
The true purpose would soon become clear.
Sigh—
Lee Jihye settled near Cha Seolah with a resigned expression.
Unlike the other party members, my sleeping area was special.
The counter section of the store. Not very large, but protected by the desk.
With display shelves pushed around it like walls, it became a small room.
I could have slept in the independent storage room, but dust and smell made me put that on hold for now.
"I’ll turn off the lights, then."
Click—.
Eun Yerin flipped the switch, plunging the store into darkness. Only the faint glow of the emergency lantern remained.
A quiet night, with everyone lying in their places and only the sound of steady breathing.
"Lee Jihye."
I called out to Lee Jihye, who had been waiting beside Cha Seolah to sleep.
"Come here."
A reward for the bitch who had won the shower contest.
Time to fulfill the promise I made earlier that night.
"...Do I have to?"
Despite her words, Lee Jihye’s eyes sparkled as she crouched on the floor.
The anticipation of taking my cock and the sense of superiority at monopolizing her master’s favor made her pussy grow wet again.
I repeated myself to the girl who was playing coy.
"Shut up and come."
"Shit... fine."
Grumbling, she stood up eagerly, tail wagging like an excited dog, and headed straight for the counter without hesitation.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Gulp—
Seo Jisu, Eun Yerin, and even Cha Seolah held their breath. The lights were off, but none of them had fallen asleep yet.
While everyone strained their ears in the darkness, Lee Jihye’s reward began...