Why You Need a Woman at Mealtime

I stepped out of the shower to the sound of Heejeong calling me.

"Master. Dinner's ready~"

The kimchi stew she made was absolutely delicious. Slurp— glug—

But Siyoung wasn't interested in the stew. She was busy taking in her protein shake instead.

Heh heh heh. I'd always wanted to try this at least once.

A slave sitting beside me eating her meal, and my official wife down below swallowing my cock while I ate. The whole situation felt completely reversed, but I didn't give a fuck. It felt good.

I'd scoop up a spoonful of rice and press down on Siyoung's head, then eat some stew and stroke her hair. Ahem.

This bitch Siyoung had clearly done this a few times before. She handled her throat pussy like a pro. Even with my dick shoved all the way down to the back of her throat, she'd still flick her tongue around in these little teasing movements. The sensation was fucking electric.

I already knew she was insanely good at this, but I never expected her to improve this quickly.

The sight of her snow-white naked body sucking me off from behind, those heavy tits that her body couldn't even fully hide swinging beneath her—it was a goddamn masterpiece. The way her silk-like hair kept brushing against my groin was just the cherry on top.

Glug...? Every time she buried her face all the way to the root and then pulled back toward the head, she'd look up to check if I was enjoying it. Her face was completely ruined, stretched wide around my thick cock, and I loved that too. Those big, round deer-like eyes staring up at me were beautiful.

Whoa. Fuck, how can a person's eyes be that big?

I paused mid-bite and locked eyes with her, then stroked the back of her head. Mmm—♡ She grinned.

Only then did Siyoung smile.

"Oah. Gibes goob?"

"What the hell are you saying? Seriously... Hey, hey, don't pull off. I'm about to cum."

I pressed her head down one last time, shoving my cock all the way in.

Spurt! Splurt—... Splurt!

Gulp— Kek— Ha... That felt good.

The sight of Siyoung's pale, slender throat rippling as she swallowed the long ropes of cum I pumped into her was pure bliss.

"If there's any left, show me."

"Ehh— hehe."

"Hahaha, swallow it. Then clean me up, come back up here, and eat your dinner."

"Gulp— Yes... But oppa, I think I'm full already..."

"Then eat later. For now, sit on my lap and feed me. That'd be nice."

Slurp— Sluuuurp— She sucked out every last drop, then climbed onto my right thigh. Her left arm wrapped around my neck while her right hand diligently scooped up rice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and side dishes to feed me.

"Ow, hot! Fuck, don't give me the soup. This shit's boiling."

Even without the soup, the rice and banchan tasted great. Though honestly, I wasn't sure if I was eating with my mouth or inhaling it through my nose. Those two massive melons bouncing right in front of me looked way more appetizing.

"By the way... Siyoung, you're an E cup, right? They look bigger than that..."

"That's right, unnie. My underbust is a bit wider, so I got measured as an E cup."

I guess that makes sense. I don't know the exact details, but apparently even with a tiny waist, the measuring spot can affect the size. Whatever. I wrapped one hand around Siyoung's slender waist and used the other to knead her breasts while I ate the food she offered me like a baby bird.

I'd suck on her nipples in between bites too. It didn't have any special flavor, but in my opinion, this was the best side dish in the world. If the famous ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠miser Zarin Gobi had access to Siyoung's tits, I bet he would've chosen them over dried croaker every time.

I opened my Status Window.

I dumped the remaining points into Stamina. It felt better having even numbers, and Stamina was an important stat that helped during sex anyway.

I emptied my inventory, set up the bed, and left the laundry to Heejeong. She wasn't exactly washing them in a machine or anything, so she should be fine doing it by herself. Since we were planning to raid the gas station at night, I left only the speaker behind.

I opened the Shop.

Hmm... My points had increased quite a bit. The pharmacy bastards had left me quite a generous gift before they died. Stat points, 2600 MKP, and an expanded shop list.

It felt weird that killing people gave me MKP, and the fact that they gave more points than regular monsters pissed me off. It almost felt like the system was encouraging murder.

Still, I was pretty grateful to those pharmacy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fuckers for giving me everything they had. Hope you guys have an easy trip to hell. Your corpse looting was top tier.

The most important gift was last. Right after hitting level 11, new items had been added to the shop. It would probably be confirmed once I hit level 21 and more got added.

For food, flour and chicken breast had been added. On the weapons side, a 'Normal' series had appeared. The list was long so I just scrolled past it. If my shabby sword broke later, I'd try using a normal sword or blade.

The important part was the abilities.

I had been missing something very important, and the system had corrected me.

This was it. 'Purchase Contraceptive Semen.'

A new passive skill was added, and I immediately switched the pregnancy function to OFF.

Whew— I really had been fucking them without a single thought. Why the hell didn't I grab condoms from the pharmacy? And why didn't that bitch Heejeong explain that I should?

Well, I could just be careful from now on. If she was already pregnant... I'd raise it. It's not like I couldn't afford to feed one more family member.

I had been so horny that I didn't even look at anything else and just bought it. As I examined the other options more carefully, I realized that just reading the names didn't tell me which sword style was good.

'There's even Plum Blossom Swordsmanship... Does it scatter plum blossoms every time I use it? Fuck, I'd become a total aggro magnet with that.'

I removed several options and looked again, but I still couldn't tell. In the end, I just picked the first sword style on the list. After buying Acceleration as well, the entire shop list got wiped.

It had been the same when I picked the basic swordsmanship. Maybe the number of skills was limited?

I patted myself on the back again for buying Contraceptive Semen first. Now that was a real skill.

Let's try out Acceleration.

The surroundings shimmered. I wasn't sure if I had gotten faster or if everything around me had slowed down. As a test, I threw a pencil and watched it fall in slow motion.

'So it's like this.'

Seemed like I'd need some practice before using it in real combat. The question was, did this use Magic Power? Did that mean physical-type hunters had to invest in Strength, Agility, Stamina, and Magic too? Wasn't that too much of a balance break?

I hadn't seen anyone spamming magic yet, but still. There had to be a reason why Intelligence and Magic stats existed. They were categorized separately for a reason.

I kept experimenting. Acceleration could be maintained for quite a long time. It turned off automatically, but using it left me with the same exhaustion I'd feel after having sex ten times in a row.

'Yeah. That makes sense.'

It looked like my shop skills were now permanently set as stamina-based. I was seriously regretting dumping that 1 point into Magic Power.

While recovering my stamina a bit, I ran a mental simulation of Mujong Swordsmanship.

Despite the cool-sounding names, they were just vertical slash, horizontal slash, and diagonal slash. It felt like they had just taken the most basic techniques and given them fancy names.

Even when I stood up and tried them, it didn't feel any different.

'What the hell? Did I pull a dud?'

I quickly went outside and tested it on a zombie. Nakil. When I used it with Acceleration, I could see everything clearly in slow motion. From the top of its head to the tip of its toes. The sword passed through as easily as cutting tofu.

Slice— The sound was quiet too.

It might be a zombie, but it used to be a human body. There was no way it should cut this easily. Even when I used basic swordsmanship before, the blade would get stuck in the body and I'd have to be careful not to let it hinder my movements.

But now, no matter how I swung, there was absolutely no feeling of my shabby sword's path being obstructed. The effect was more surprising than I expected.

I moved my not-so-bright brain a little more. First, the stamina consumption wasn't that bad. It felt like I could spam it like a passive without much issue. But if I maintained it for too long, it felt like my stamina would continuously drain.

In the end, I'd still need to practice controlling it. Also, it worked well even with my shabby sword. Did that mean I didn't need a good sword anymore?

Probably not. They say a craftsman doesn't blame his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tools, but that's only when the observer is a normal person. Even with basic tools, it looks cool. But to be acknowledged among them, you need good equipment.

Finally, could I now cut anything without fail in battle? It didn't seem like it. It was still just a beginner skill after all.

On the minimap, I occasionally saw orcs, trolls, and... Luna Wolf? Fuck, what the hell is that? Something that looked insanely strong had been added. Red name. I'd have to go way around that one.

Anyway, higher-ranking monsters would probably have high basic defense.

'So in conclusion, I've obtained the ultimate ability for cleaning up small fry.'

And now I felt like I had gained one means of fighting back if I ran into orcs or trolls. That didn't mean I'd rush at them shouting 'This is a duel, you bastard!' or anything.

To recover the stamina I'd lost, I returned home, took a nap, and woke up.

Slurp— Sluuuuurp— Squeeze, knead—

When I woke up, Siyoung and Heejeong were playing with my cock.

"You bitches! I was trying to recover my stamina and get moving. What the hell are you doing?"

"Should we stop, Master?"

"Uh... Finish what you started."

"Yes. Understood, Master."

"Hehe. Sluuuuurp—"

These perverted bitches. Looked like Heejeong had been completely corrupted too.

It was still late night on the third day. Originally I'd been living a normal schedule—moving during the day and sleeping at night—but somehow I'd turned into a night owl.

I needed to move as much as possible in the early stages before others started moving. The reason I was acting so quickly wasn't some grand goal like saving the world or anything. If that were the case, I would've avoided actions that didn't help with survival and focused solely on getting stronger.

I just wanted to protect myself safely and enjoy myself with the women I saw before my eyes. That was enough.

'That's why I'm moving now.'

How ironic. I wonder when I'll finally be able to rest easy.

I left the house to blow up the gas station.

The first place I arrived at was an LPG station. LPG was a toxic gas that spread through the air, so unlike last time, it could explode the moment flames touched it. I'd need a bit more preparation.

I used the diesel I'd prepared in advance to create a trail as far as possible. Then I set up the speaker so that noise would play the moment I pressed the button. Finally, I damaged the LPG gas cylinder.

"Ugh. The smell is already intense."

Since I couldn't control the speaker remotely, I turned on the music and quickly ran to the end of the diesel trail. In the pitch-black night, a loud song began to echo when it should have been quiet.

Trot. Let me be clear, this wasn't my taste at all. I just picked it because it seemed like it would have the highest decibels. It wasn't like zombies would ignore girl group or boy group songs based on their preferences and just walk past.

'I like rock.' If I played that, they probably wouldn't ignore the gas station either.

Now that I thought about it, rock... Would heavy metal have even higher sound? I should try that next time. Did Heejeong's phone have heavy metal? Or Siyoung's? Whoever it was, today I'd go with trot.

I waited for a moment.

Whoa. They're swarming.

The speaker was definitely more effective than a car alarm. Now all I had to do was light it.

Hiss— I lit the flame with a lighter. But the fire that had been moving well suddenly stopped and wouldn't advance any further. It looked like the zombies had erased the diesel trail while moving.

Sigh. Plan B.

In the end, I threw a Molotov cocktail. I used my increased strength to the maximum.

Whoosh—

At some point...

KWAAAAAAAAANG— Boom— Bang—

Whoa. My eyes. I got flashbanged, but thanks to that I was able to burn that awesome scene into my retinas.

Whoa, that's fucking insane.

What? Uh... Sorry about that... Fuck, they definitely didn't show up on the minimap.