I Became The Necromancer In The Post-Apocalyptic Zombie World

Chapter 25

—–CROW—– 

*Gulp, gulp.*

After taking Lee Ah-rin’s virginity, I’d cum inside her two more times. Now, I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and chugged it down.

“Ahh… refreshing.”

“…Ugh…”

Ah-rin lay sprawled on the living room floor, still dazed from our intense sex, cum leaking from her pink, formerly pristine pussy.

‘This is a new kind of pervert.’

Ah-rin not only responded well to the pleasure of being fucked, but she’d also squirted when I roughly handled her nipples or spanked her ass hard.

When I nibbled her nipples with my teeth, she’d screamed in delight.

‘I think I could get addicted to this.’

Pinching and spanking her soft, delicate body made her pussy clench tight.

And then she’d leak lewd fluids and beg for more, a truly addictive cycle.

I had gained another excellent slave, different from the two at the department store.

“Hey, get up. I need to go.”

“Mmm… S-sorry… I… I really can’t move…”

It seemed the aftereffects of her first time having sex, and being pounded hard three times, had completely drained her energy.

It would be difficult to take her to the department store in this state.

I’d have to wash her, dress her, carry her to the car, then carry her again into the department store.

Just thinking about it was tiring.

“Then rest here today. I’ll come back for you tomorrow. Pack what you need until then.”

“Y-you’re really coming back, right?”

Ah-rin looked up at me weakly, anxiety evident in her eyes.

Despite her exhaustion, the fear of me abandoning her seemed to be more pressing.

“I cherish the women who give me their virginity.  I keep my promises. I swear on my cock.”

“Oh… Thank you.”

Only after confirming the sincerity of my promise to take her with me did Ah-rin finally close her eyes, seemingly at ease.

Soon, I heard the soft sounds of her breathing.

‘She’s asleep.’

Sex with Yoo Ha-yeon had been my first time, so I wasn’t sure, but…

Women always seemed to fall asleep immediately after enjoyable sex, without doing anything else.

Because of that, I had cleaned them up several times.

Well, since I received plenty of service, I could do that much for them.

‘Should I clean her up too?’

I had enjoyed myself plenty.

And she was my new servant with a new trait.

[Name: Lee Ah-rin

Trait: Wikipedia (S)

Servant Progress: 14%

Affection for Master Lee Seo-ho: 51%

Current Status: Sleeping, Sense of Security, Satisfaction]

‘Wikipedia, huh…’

It was a rather perplexing name for a trait.

Wikipedia.

It was the internet’s most extensive encyclopedia, a name familiar to anyone of the internet generation.  An online encyclopedia where people from various countries recorded a vast amount of information in the sea of information that was the internet.

Just like Yoo Ha-yeon’s “Physical Enhancement” had strengthened her physical abilities, as the straightforward name suggested…

Ah-rin likely gained an ability related to the name “Internet Encyclopedia.”

‘If so, she could become an invaluable asset in this ruined world.’

Before the zombie outbreak, I used to fantasize about how I would survive if the world ended and the systems of nations collapsed.

The conclusion I always reached was, ‘I’d end up reverting to a primitive hunter-gatherer lifestyle.’

Because I lacked the necessary knowledge.

Protagonists in popular zombie movies and survival films often happened to possess deep knowledge in relevant fields.

A prime example was “The Martian.”

In the story of a scientist stranded alone on Mars after an accident during a Mars exploration mission…

The protagonist, Mark Watney, said, “I’m pretty much fucked.”

Even a scientist like him acknowledged how dire and dangerous the situation was.

But he survived.

Because he was a botanist.

‘Knowledge is a crucial resource directly linked to survival.’

If Ah-rin’s ‘Wikipedia’ trait was what I thought it was…

Far from abandoning her, I would have to keep her tightly bound to my side.

“Sleep well. See you tomorrow.”

I carefully cleaned her body and laid her down on her bed upstairs.

I covered her with a blanket and kissed her cheek.

[Lee Ah-rin’s Affection has increased.]

A notification window popped up.

I noticed a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

‘She wasn’t completely asleep.’

The increase in affection was a bonus.

I smiled and left her house.

Now, only one virgin remained.

…

*Click, click.*

*Tap, tap, tap, tap…*

Han Ji-ho, covered in bruises and with a dark purple mark on one side of his face, nervously bit his nails and fidgeted.

‘When… when is she coming back?’

It was already the morning of the seventh day.

Today was the day his girlfriend, Oh Na-yeon, was supposed to return.

‘What if she doesn’t come back…?’

What if the masked man, the one the soldiers had sold Na-yeon to, was actually a deranged killer?

What if he had been committing crimes in secret until the zombie outbreak, and now, with the world in chaos, he was unleashing his perverse instincts?

Tormented by these thoughts, Han Ji-ho broke out in a cold sweat.

Na-yeon was precious to him.

“Hey, pretty boy.  Do the breakfast dishes.”

Sergeant Park Sung-ho opened the door to Han Ji-ho’s room and called out to him.

The other soldiers snickered at the sergeant’s order.

‘Those… fucking bastards.’

Han Ji-ho cursed them inwardly, but…

He had no choice but to get up and head to the backyard.

The day Na-yeon was sold to the masked man, Han Ji-ho had resisted and shown aggression, instantly lowering himself to the status of a slave.

He had become just like Lee Seo-ho, whom he used to push his chores onto.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….”

His mind was already consumed with worry for his girlfriend, and now he had to do the dishes for the bastards who had sold her.

He was also responsible for their laundry, cleaning, fetching water, and all other menial tasks.

That was how these soldiers operated.

They made an example of anyone who defied them, pushing them into a more difficult position.

The same tactics they had used on their juniors back in their military unit before the zombie outbreak were now being employed to control the civilian group.

‘Why… why am I in this situation…?’

Han Ji-ho thought of Lee Seo-ho, who had been in the same position as him.

Seo-ho had also initially resisted the soldiers’ methods.

He had questioned why he had to endure such unfair treatment.

At first, Seo-ho had shown strong defiance, refusing to be beaten down.

But when the soldiers reduced the overall food rations for the civilian group, he had eventually succumbed.

The more he protested the injustice, the more resentment he received from the other civilians.

And Han Ji-ho had been among those who had cursed Seo-ho at the time.

“Fuck…”

*Drip, drip.*

Tears of frustration fell into the dishwater.

“Na-yeon-ah…”

He longed to see his girlfriend.

Even if everyone else ignored him, exploited him, and made him suffer…

As long as he had his girlfriend who loved him…

He could endure any hardship.

‘Lee Seo-ho couldn’t handle it… but I can.’

Unlike Seo-ho, he had a girlfriend who loved him.

So, Han Ji-ho gritted his teeth and endured his sudden enslavement.

Just one week.

If he endured for just one week, his beloved girlfriend would return to him.

‘Even if… even if that masked man did something to her…’

No matter what dirty things she had endured, he would accept her.

If she returned, he would embrace her, comfort her, and share their pain.

Clinging to that hope…

Han Ji-ho eagerly awaited her return.

“A vehicle has arrived!”

A familiar soldier’s voice called out from the lounge area on the second floor of the dormitory.

‘Na-yeon-ah…!’

Han Ji-ho knew it was Na-yeon returning.

His eyes widened, he dropped the dishes he was washing, and ran towards the second floor.

━*Beep*.

[Static… Captain, that man has returned.]

“Understood. I’ll be right down.”

Kang Hae-seok, who had also received the report, left his room with a grim expression.

He had spent the past week in deep contemplation, awaiting this moment.

The reason was the two soldiers he had sent to follow the masked man had gone silent.

‘I don’t know why they lost contact…’

But Kang Hae-seok’s gut told him the masked man was responsible.

The two soldiers had disappeared while carrying out his orders to tail the man and discover the location of his food stockpile.

So, Kang Hae-seok pondered.

‘Should I capture him? Or…’

He didn’t particularly care about the two missing soldiers.  To him, they were merely tools to carry out his orders.

The important thing was the food.

He was receiving a large amount of food, enough for a week, in exchange for one woman.

Should he kill the goose that laid the golden eggs?

Or should he continue to carefully collect the golden eggs one by one?

As any sensible person knew from the famous fable, the choice was clear.

‘For now, I’ll maintain the trade.’

Sending more men after him was likely to fail.  He would probably lose even more soldiers.

And even if he captured the man, tortured him, and learned the location of his food stockpile…

‘He would have considered that possibility. He’s not stupid… He probably anticipated being followed and dealt with them.’

The first time they met, the man had anticipated Kang Hae-seok pointing a gun at him and had prepared a note in advance that read, “I will trade again in one week.”

He had clearly anticipated every possible scenario of their encounter.

So, if Kang Hae-seok tried to capture him rashly…

The man would likely escape and never trade with him again.

Kang Hae-seok’s only option was to continue the trade for now.

━*Static*.

“Send him up.”

As Kang Hae-seok descended to the second-floor lounge, he saw the masked man through the window, facing one of his soldiers.

Oh Na-yeon stood beside him, seemingly unharmed.

‘So, he’s not completely insane.’

He had considered the possibility that the man might have sadistic tendencies and would mutilate his victims, but Na-yeon appeared to be perfectly fine.

However, she kept glancing nervously at the masked man.

“Well, well, Mr. Supplier. Did you enjoy your week?”

Kang Hae-seok greeted the masked man with a boisterous laugh as he entered the lounge.

Regardless of what happened to the soldiers he’d sent after him, this man was a valuable customer who provided him with food.

The masked man simply nodded in response and shook his hand briefly.

“Na-yeon-ah━!!”

Han Ji-ho, blocked from approaching by the soldiers, shouted from within the crowd of civilians.

He tried to push his way through to Na-yeon, but…

*Whack!*

“Stop your whining, you bastard!”

“Ugh!”

Just like last time, a soldier’s blow quickly silenced him.

“Ah, don’t mind him. Just think of it as a dog barking.”

Kang Hae-seok addressed the masked man dismissively as he looked at Han Ji-ho. The masked man simply nodded again.

Then, he pushed Na-yeon towards the group of civilians.

“Uh, I…!”

But Na-yeon hesitated, glancing back at the masked man instead of readily joining the civilians.

Her eyes, brimming with tears, looked at him anxiously.

‘He’s completely broken her in.’

Na-yeon looked like a puppy being abandoned.

Kang Hae-seok smiled slyly.

It was clear that Na-yeon had been thoroughly conditioned by the man over the past week, regardless of what had happened to her.

‘The power of pillow talk is truly frightening.’

Kang Hae-seok chuckled and turned back to the masked man.

“…Hmm? Another letter?”

The masked man handed him a letter, just like before.

Kang Hae-seok took the familiar white paper, read its contents, and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll make sure no one touches that woman.”

The masked man nodded in apparent satisfaction.

The letter read:

[Satisfactory trade. This batch of food is extra generous.

There is also a gift for you.

Lastly, do not touch Oh Na-yeon.]

Kang Hae-seok checked the cardboard box at the masked man’s feet.

It contained a visibly larger quantity of food than last time, and…

A black bag.

The sight of the black bag brought a pleased smile to Kang Hae-seok’s face.  The last bag had contained an assortment of fresh meats and high-quality liquor.

This one likely contained a similarly satisfying gift.

“So, shall we choose again today? A woman for you to enjoy for a week.”

Putting on his salesman’s face, Kang Hae-seok stepped aside, gesturing towards the group of women he had prepared.

The same women as before stood there, their faces etched with anxiety.

The masked man pointed at someone without hesitation.

His finger landed on Han Mo-a.

Mo-a, who had been trembling, looked devastated, on the verge of tears, as the masked man chose her.

“Alright, this one…”

“W-wait a minute!!”

As Kang Hae-seok moved to hand over Mo-a, Ryu Da-hee stepped in front of her, raising her voice.

“I’ll…! I’ll go!”

“D-Da-hee…!”

“Stay quiet!”

Da-hee offered herself in place of her friend, who was about to be sold for food.

Kang Hae-seok sighed and looked at the masked man.

“This one is pretty stubborn.  It might be hard to stop her.  What do you want to do?”

Da-hee was also merchandise he intended to sell to the masked man eventually.

He couldn’t just beat her into submission like he did with Han Ji-ho.

Fortunately, the masked man simply nodded and shifted his finger.

He chose Da-hee.

“Da-hee…!!”

Mo-a cried out, tears streaming down her face, as she watched her friend being taken away in her place.

“It’s okay.  Just take care of yourself.”

“Da-hee-ya…”

Mo-a could only watch as Da-hee, smiling bravely to reassure her, was led away.

“Well then, have a pleasant week.”

Having concluded another successful transaction, Kang Hae-seok handed Da-hee over to the man and shook his hand cheerfully, sending him off.

Just like Na-yeon before her, Da-hee was bound and gagged in the passenger seat of Lee Seo-ho’s car.

Seo-ho glanced at her large breasts through his sunglasses and thought,

‘I can’t wait to get home and have my way with her.’

He licked his lips beneath his mask.

…

“Na-yeon-ah…! Na-yeon-ah…! Open the door…!”

Oh Na-yeon, after spending a “pleasant” week with Lee Seo-ho, immediately locked herself in her room upon returning to the dormitory.

Han Ji-ho, who had been anxiously awaiting her return, desperately knocked on the door, calling out her name.

“I-I’m okay, Na-yeon-ah…. No matter what happened to you, I’m okay…! So please, just open the door…!”

She remained silent, refusing to open the door.

‘It’s okay…. It’s okay…. It’s only been a week.’

Ignoring Han Ji-ho’s pleas from the other side of the door, Na-yeon stared at the pregnancy test in her hand.

Her eyes, filled with a desperate longing, shone with an almost manic intensity.

The result on the pregnancy test was a single line.

Only a week had passed since her first time with Seo-ho, but overcome with anxiety, she had rushed to take the test.

‘It’s okay, there’s still time. I must be pregnant. I must be….’

During the week she spent with Seo-ho, he had cum inside her dozens of times.

He had taken every opportunity to thrust his cock into her and fill her womb.

On some days, he’d fucked her until she felt bloated.

‘So, it’s okay….’

On the table beside her bed was a bag filled with pregnancy tests that Seo-ho had generously provided.

“Na-yeon-ah…! Can you please just open the door for a moment? I’m so worried about you…! *sob* Please, just open the door!”

Han Ji-ho, completely oblivious to Na-yeon’s situation, continued to pound on the door, tears streaming down his face, desperate to see the woman who was his last source of strength.

He had endured a week of torment for her.

He had focused on her alone through all the harsh treatment.

He didn’t even need to have sex with her now.

Just being able to hold her, comfort each other, and share their warmth would be enough.

*Bang, bang.*

But Na-yeon didn’t open the door.

“Na-yeon-ah!!”

*Bang! Bang!*

Han Ji-ho pounded on the door even harder.

“What a pathetic loser, *chuckles*.”

“If I were him, I’d let her rest. She must be exhausted from spreading her legs for a week.  Ugh, what a beta male, fuck.”

The soldiers mocked Han Ji-ho’s desperate pleas with amusement.

And then…

Finally, worn down by Han Ji-ho’s relentless calls and knocking…

━*Creak*.

Na-yeon opened the door.

“……What.”

“N-Na-yeon-ah! Are you okay? Let me in, we need to talk!”

“…….”

Han Ji-ho felt a sudden sense of unease.

The way Na-yeon was looking at him.

Her eyes.

They seemed different from what he remembered.

Na-yeon, her face devoid of expression, stared at him blankly for a moment, then…

“…Come in.”

She turned and walked back into her room.

—–CROW—–