After ACE Comes F

While Kim Jinwoo was home, at Geumtaeyang High School in Gunpo, Gyeonggi Province, a woman worked in the pitch-dark warehouse. She sorted supplies by the faint glow of her smartphone.

"Haa... I really do need to go out and find more food..."

A huge pile of provisions that could feed one person for a long time sat in front of her, yet her expression remained grim.

"I... have to protect the kids."

She clenched her fists, steeling her resolve. A figure approached her in the gloom.

"Dayoung, are you okay-eyo?! You look upset-eyo!"

"Ah, Liv, it's nothing. And I told you to call me teacher. Liv, the kids are waiting. Let's head back inside."

"Understood-eyo! Teacher, let's play board games together-eyo!"

When the light hit her hair, the woman called Liv turned a vivid red.

"Hmm? I have a lot of work, Liv. Why don't you play with your friends?"

"There's no one who plays with me except Dayoung-eyo..."

"Then why don't you try talking to them at least once?"

"Okay-eyo..."

The teacher gently patted the dejected Liv on the back, reassuring her.

"And let's practice your Korean with me, Liv. We'll have to live here from now on. It will be inconvenient if we can't communicate properly."

"I speak Korean well-eyo! And... can we... really keep surviving-eyo...?"

"Don't say things like that. Teacher will protect you no matter what."

The two embraced each other, enduring yet another day in a world that had become hell. They had no idea that Kim Jinwoo was watching this high school with the utterly stupid name someone had saddled it with.

Apocalypse, Day 6.

Just like always, Heejeong had woken up before me. I watched her servicing my cock.

Slurp— slurp—

The other two were fast asleep, their bodies still covered in the marks from last night's fun.

I gave their soft, massive tits and squishy cheeks a good squeeze.

"Heejeong, climb on."

"Yes, Master."

Squelch— She mounted my cock, rubbing her pussy against it a few times before dropping her hips and swallowing every inch in one smooth motion.

"Hngh— Does it feel good, Master...?♡"

"Kukuk. Heejeong's pussy is premium grade. You worked hard to get it all wet and ready this early?"

"Not at all. If it's for you, Master...♡"

Hngh, haa— She rocked back and forth like she was riding a rodeo, then shifted to long strokes that massaged me from the head all the way to the base. Heejeong used her entire body to serve me.

Now that I think about it, I told that bitch Siyoung to ask about Heejeong's situation. Haven't heard shit since.

Slap. I gave Siyoung's tits a quick punishment.

Hng...

This is annoying. I'll just ask myself.

I grabbed Heejeong's breasts and thrust my hips forward hard.

Spluuuurt!

"Heejeong. Bath ready?"

"Yeees...♡ Haa... Haaaak...♡"

Without waiting for an answer from Heejeong, who was still lost in her climax, I hoisted her up and carried her straight to the bathroom.

—After enjoying Heejeong's service and washing up, I sank into the warm water that had been prepared.

"Heejeong. Come over here and get on top of me."

"Yes, Master."

Squelch. I liked how naturally she became a cock sleeve even underwater. No matter that she was a slave, Heejeong carried a huge burden in this house. I couldn't help wanting to take care of her.

I played with her firm ass and perky, elastic breasts while the smiling Heejeong looked at me.

"Don't you think it's about time you told me, Heejeong? Look. My cock wants you this badly."

I paused for a moment.

"You still don't trust me? I keep telling you I have zero intention of throwing you away. Even if you wanted to leave, I wouldn't let you."

"Hngh... What exactly is Master curious about...?"

Only then did she hesitantly begin to open up.

It was a pretty common story. She had no plans to go looking for the husband who cheated on her while she was busy, and above all—

"I can't live without Master's cock."

Heejeong's words stroked my ego perfectly. She seemed to be watching my mood, which made me feel a little bad, but her slutty side turned me on so much that I simply stroked her head in silence.

Hee...♡

I'd heard that once a married woman hits thirty her sex drive explodes. Looked like it was true—she really did want to keep fucking me. She complained that her husband's dick was a pathetic little thing that came after one thrust.

She went into great detail about how my cock felt. Listening to Heejeong's explicit explanation while the bathwater splashed everywhere, I kept pounding her until most of the water had overflowed, then gave her a thick load as a gift.

Spluuuurt!

"Haaaaang...♡"

Heejeong trembled several times. Even though she could barely move her arms around my shoulders, she still took my cock into her mouth without enjoying the afterglow and cleaned me thoroughly.

Hmm. Yeah, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠should just leave her like this. She really seemed born for service. I'd give her occasional mental-care sex on the side and that would be enough.

"Heejeong. Once you're done cleaning, make me some food."

Hehe— "Yes...♡ Master...♡"

Seeing her beam like that, she seemed to be enjoying herself too. That was a relief.

—We ate chicken for a late breakfast slash early lunch. The savory aroma unique to oil-fried chicken mixed with the seasoning from the Dimart hit my nose.

Yeah, fuck. This is it. That damn status window splitting everything up really makes people suffer.

Technically Heejeong did all the work, but since she belonged to me it was basically the same as me doing it. Results from AI are the user's anyway.

Is this how it's supposed to be used here?

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Either way, both the drumsticks and the breast meat I'd bought from the store were fucking delicious. The flour batter and frying powder gave it that perfect crunch while the inside stayed insanely moist. Every bite made the juices seep out between the fibers, mixing with the oil and teasing my tongue. The seasoning's sweetness, heat, and salt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all balanced perfectly, making me lick the sauce that had dripped onto my hand.

The thought that not many people in the apocalypse were eating this well made the moment feel even more precious.

And on top of that—

A cold glass of cola. Fuck, this was pure ecstasy. If there was any left I'd have one with beer tonight. The taste would change again. Chicken, beer, and sex together—would that be double ecstasy? Time to settle the question I'd been wondering about every day.

Siyoung, sitting beside me, also looked moved by the intense flavor of the greasy fried chicken.

Status window, women tab.

While eating, I pulled up the window. The two women I was currently watching were:

The Minimap radius had increased, so when I searched for women over twenty who were still virgins the results looked good. Kang Dayoung and Park Sejeong. Two virgins. I planned to visit them in order.

But soon the window flickered. One of them disappeared.

She must have lost her virginity in the short time between my search and confirmation. The over-twenty condition wouldn't have vanished suddenly. Or maybe she died. Yeah. Rest in peace then.

It was fucking disappointing, but I told myself she might have been ugly and moved on. It couldn't be helped. Let the past stay in the past. The future mattered more.

The real reason I'd checked the power structure around Uiwang was because of this woman, Kang Dayoung. An F-cup virgin. Fuck. Just seeing that info made my cock twitch.

"I'm cumming, Jihye."

Spluuuurt!

Gulp, gulp... Krrrk.

"You think so too, right, Jihye?"

Grin— Nod, nod—

Jihye smiled and nodded along without understanding a word I said. As expected, I was right.

Time to move for that F-cup virgin. I'd go check her out today and prepare to claim her.

But why would a twenty-three-year-old woman be at a high school? If she was a proper teacher she'd have to be at least twenty-five or twenty-six after the licensing exam. Maybe a student teacher? Her occupation had changed to Hunter so I couldn't see her previous job. Could have been a janitor or part-timer, I guess.

Haa... I hope she's pretty.

"Jihye noona, once you're done cleaning come up and feed me."

"Hee...♡ Our Jinwoo, noona will feed you... You have to chew properly...♡"

While eating the chicken Jihye fed me, I planned today's route. On the way I'd check the second girl I'd bookmarked—the part-timer who was nursing her sick father. Then I'd head to the school to see if she was actually pretty. After that I'd cross over to Gunpo and blow up the gas station there too. Perfect.

Siyoung had been chewing on chicken breast the whole time, comparing whose was chewier—hers or the chicken's. I gave her one good fuck before leaving the house.

—On the way I stopped at a manga café and grabbed several comic books and novels. The three of them had complained there was nothing to do while I was gone. They regretted not downloading more movies. Since I'd received the feedback, I acted on it.

I stopped by the movie theater and passed through the security center. No one tried to stop me. There were zombies, though. I'd imagined hauling away a hard drive packed with movies, but it was a failure. The system wasn't set up for saving files—it required some passkey and only allowed playback during a limited period. It took me a while of reading through the pile of papers on the desk to figure that out.

With no other choice I stopped by a used bookstore and the Dimart, grabbed some DVDs, and dropped them off at home. The people hiding in the Dimart seemed to be doing fine. I exchanged greetings with that male student before leaving. I cleared out a few nearby monsters and received the DVDs in return. I'd gotten a lot better at making deals like this. Progress.

Then another problem popped up. Fuck. Why did problems keep appearing?

Siyoung's home computer was brand new so it had no optical drive. The TV was the same. Why? Everything had advanced to the latest tech, yet they removed a function that used to work perfectly. What a piece of shit.

I didn't go back this time. I simply filled one inventory slot with an old laptop. I could use it when I blew up the gas station anyway.

—I went near the semi-basement to find the part-timer girl I'd met last time. Her dad was dying alone. I turned on the Minimap ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to check. She was visible inside a convenience store. She probably went there because it was familiar—she used to work at one.

Oh. So the pretty part-timer with those delicious-looking tits had gone looking for something to feed her dad and ended up stuck, unable to leave or return. Having two lives on the line gave me a bargaining chip that would work far better than simply offering food and sex.

Let's go see them.