Chapter 42: The Fool Who Abandoned His Wife and Child in the Apocalypse (Part 12)

Shen Ke slept and woke, woke and slept.

Her eyes were swollen like walnuts. She didn’t know how long it had gone on, only that every time she woke up, she was pinned under Wen Su.

It felt so good that her mind nearly broke, but at the same time, she was exhausted.

[System, uh.]

It was the first time Shen Ke had called the system in this world, but there was no response.

Shen Ke closed her eyes. Her body lifted into the air, and her vision shifted. She went from facing away to facing the mirror that nearly covered the entire wall of the bathroom. The tip of her cat tail was dripping wet, curling uncontrollably around Wen Su’s arm.

Her legs were spread wide, and Shen Ke’s body leaned softly against Wen Su.

At first, she only felt that Wen Su’s movements were too clumsy and uncomfortable. But gradually, Wen Su seemed to grasp something, and her technique suddenly improved dramatically.

Light kisses, caresses… all of them were unbelievably gentle.

Even the licking was soft and tender.

The fluffy tail mixed with fingers, moving together, making her body tremble uncontrollably.

It didn’t take long for Shen Ke to go from resisting to enjoying it.

But she had already climaxed too many times, and her lower abdomen felt bloated and uncomfortable.

Looking at her entangled body with Wen Su clearly reflected in the mirror, Shen Ke called out once more: [Ah, system, mm—]

This time, there was a response. The system rushed over hurriedly and could only make out Shen Ke’s body. Though the important parts were censored with mosaics, it didn’t stop the system from knowing exactly what Shen Ke was doing.

The system felt its program glitch. After a long pause, it stammered: [W-What’s wrong, Tasker 56417?]

In this task world, Tasker 56417 had performed very well, fully immersing herself in the role, so it rarely checked in.

The occasional glances always showed Tasker 56417 with her legs spread, crying out, which left its core processor overheating.

[Uh, ah, system—] Shen Ke tried to speak, but Wen Su’s relentless movements turned even her mental conversation with the system into moans.

The system felt its core burning hot. How could Tasker 56417 make sounds like that? It felt just like… like the system itself was the one doing this to her.

With that thought, the entire system felt feverish.

[System, I—ah.]

Shen Ke softly reached out and pressed Wen Su’s wrist. She looked down, her voice hoarse beyond belief: “Wen Su, stop,”

Wen Su’s wrist was all wet. She stuck out her tongue to lick Shen Ke’s earlobe. “Shen Ke, is my technique acceptable?”

Unsure why Tasker 56417 had called it, the system panicked and pulled up the task panel amid the erotic scene.

[Character Trait: I’m lustful and selfish. Anyone useless to me should be abandoned. A new world has come—it’s time for ability users like me to rule!]

[Performance Progress: 50/100]

[Task: Gain Hatred from Important Characters (0/100)]

Tasks varied per world, but one constant was that she always got the role of a cannon fodder villain.

The system stuttered: [Tasker 56417, you’re doing great. You abandoned the protagonist and still haven’t been killed. As expected of someone who’s undergone special training.] The system’s rigid mechanical voice carried praise, as if it hadn’t noticed the glaring zero on the progress bar.

In all its hosted taskers, Tasker 56417 was the first to fully immerse her body and soul in the task world.

Shen Ke hadn’t called the system for praise. And after all the bad things she’d done, why was the hatred still at zero? The thought flashed by—she had more pressing matters now. Shen Ke pleaded coquettishly, her sweet voice like dripping honey: [System! Uh, I’m going to be ruined orally, wuwuwu, system, can you make her stop?] Her body felt so strange; just a touch from Wen Su sent shivers through her.

Right now, she only wanted this endless lovemaking to stop. She needed a break.

The system replied silently: [Tasker 56417, I intervened too much in the last world. If I do it again now, the Main System will punish both of us if it finds out.]

Shen Ke squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want punishment, but she was truly at her limit: [System, mmph, you’re really useless! Get lost!]

Looks like she’d have to endure it herself.

Wen Su was… so damn hateful!

Shen Ke’s voice was hoarse and weak: “Wen Su, I hate you.”

“I really hate you—”

“I’m going to kill you, wuwuwu.” Shen Ke cried pitifully. Wen Su stopped her movements, her nose tip against Shen Ke’s shoulder as she sighed: “Mm, I’ll wait for you.”

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Shen Ke was locked up. The room was stocked with all sorts of supplies. She was completely naked, covered in marks, like a real plaything. Every day, her only task was to wait for Wen Su to return and claim her. The marks on her body never faded.

Shen Ke sat on the bed, hugging her legs, her gaze icy cold.

At first, she had planned to kick Qu Xi away once they reached Dawn Base and find a stronger ability user to ensure her safety.

Now, her life was safe, but being confined in this room day after day, without seeing any outside light, she would go mad sooner or later.

She was an ability user—she couldn’t stop here.

She wondered if Qu Xi, that little ghost, would come looking for her after realizing she was gone.

All sorts of ideas flashed through Shen Ke’s mind.

Suddenly, heat surged through her body. Shen Ke’s cheeks flushed as she uncomfortably rubbed her thighs together. She didn’t know what was wrong with her body—it had inexplicably become so thirsty.

She kept wanting it.

Wanting to be touched, to be—played with.

Shen Ke clutched the hem of her clothes, which barely covered half her ass, her expression one of utter shame and fury. How could she have such perverted thoughts!

Night fell quietly again. Wen Su arrived at the door of the little cabin holding Shen Ke, stepping through the darkness.

Someone had arrived before her.

Wen Su straightened her collar. Her gaze lightly fell on the girl standing rigidly at the door, and the corners of her lips curved into a gentle smile: “It’s been a week, Xiao Zhao. Maybe you should go outside and kill more zombies to get stronger.”

Wen Zhao lowered her long lashes, her pale face shrouded in shadow. “Mama, you said I could do whatever I wanted to Ke Mama.”

“But now you’re monopolizing Ke Mama. That’s not fair—adults have to keep their word.”

“Besides, keeping Ke Mama locked up like this, she won’t like you.”

“Mama knows too—cats don’t belong in cages. They’ll go crazy.”

Wen Zhao lifted her eyelids. Her brilliant golden eyes were chillingly eerie in the darkness, yet her face bore a clean, sweet smile.

The jarring contrast made Wen Zhao look utterly bizarre.

Wen Su gazed at the face so similar to her own and sighed softly. She stepped beside Wen Zhao, and the door before them slowly opened. “But Xiao Zhao, your Ke Mama belongs to me to begin with.”

“She’s my partner—we have a marriage certificate.”

“Being by my side is enough for her. I don’t care if she likes me or not.”

Wen Zhao’s hands slowly clenched. The smile faded from her face as the surrounding air compressed, rendering her immobile.

Wen Su smiled and brushed past Wen Zhao’s shoulder into the room. As the door closed, her emotionless voice drifted through the crack: “Xiao Zhao, if you’re this weak, you can’t kill me.”

Wen Zhao’s body stiffened, then turned into a bloody mess. Crimson blood poured from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

The agony of ruptured organs left her breathless, but she wouldn’t die.

She was the monster Wen Su had created.

Wen Zhao let out a low laugh, which grew increasingly manic. Perhaps Mama didn’t know that every injury made her more resistant. Sooner or later, she would steal Ke Mama away.

She needed to find a healing-type ability user now—nothing restored her faster than supernatural abilities.

She had to hurry, faster.

Ke Mama was hers.

Drenched in blood, Wen Zhao was strikingly conspicuous as she walked the streets. Even on this cold night, Dawn Base still bustled with people.

“Ah, my lord, it feels so good.”

“Please, spare me—I really have no money left.”

“Aaah, my hand!”

“Fuck, keep resisting and I’ll throw you straight to the zombies.”

“Wuwuwu, save me.”

Ambiguous moans, pained cries, desperate pleas—all sorts of noisy voices echoed in her ears.

Wen Zhao pressed on through the blood, until a figure flew straight at her face.

Wen Zhao looked up and dodged. The figure crashed to the ground.

It trembled as it crawled up, roaring: “Fuck, you lunatic Qu! I told you I don’t know!”

His face was bruised and swollen beyond recognition.

Zhang Yuxian clutched her face, sitting on the ground. A week ago, after she said she didn’t know, Qu Xi had left immediately. She thought that was the end of it.

But on the fourth day, her newly repaired wall was smashed again, and the deranged Qu Xi came back.

This time with other charred, pig-headed goons.

She was the toughest, so she still looked somewhat human, but the other ability users were all down.

She’d realized Qu Xi had gone completely mad, just looking for an outlet.

Zhang Yuxian whined: “Stop hitting me! Even if you beat me to death, I still won’t know where the new leader is. Ah!” Zhang Yuxian flew backward again.

Qu Xi’s cheeks were pale, her eyes bloodshot, her short hair disheveled. Up close, there was no rationality left in her eyes—she was like a rabid beast.

Qu Xi painfully tore at her hair. It had been a week, and she had no news of Shen Ke.

If she couldn’t find her, she really would go insane.

She hadn’t spent much time with Shen Ke, but her feelings ran far deeper than she’d imagined.

She wanted to see Shen Ke—desperately.

“Why can’t I find you?” She hadn’t slept in a week and had searched everywhere possible.

Wen Zhao laughed from nearby: “Stupid bastard.” A bolt of lightning suddenly struck toward Wen Zhao.

Wen Zhao dodged easily and was in front of Qu Xi in a few steps. She said softly: “Why didn’t you keep an eye on Ke Mama?” It seemed like an innocent question.

Qu Xi stared into those golden slit pupils, her expression turning terrifying: “You’re not dead.” She would never forget those eyes.

Wen Zhao tilted her head. “You still haven’t answered me. Why didn’t you keep an eye on Ke Mama?”

“Truly… infuriating.” Wen Zhao narrowed her eyes. Her scarlet tongue forked, and black scales appeared on her face.

The astonishing killing intent flickered for an instant before vanishing.

Wen Zhao opened her palm, looking at the mangled flesh. She said lightly: “But right now, what we should do most is ally.”

“I know where Ke Mama is.” Wen Zhao’s smile was sweet, but her blood-smeared face was horrifying, especially at night.

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Shen Ke waited for Wen Su again. She curled up on the bed. When Wen Su’s fingertip touched her, Shen Ke shuddered and slapped Wen Su’s hand away.

Her flushed face was full of rejection.

“Don’t touch me! I hate you so much!”

Wen Su had thin skin, and Shen Ke had used full force. In an instant, the back of Wen Su’s hand turned bright red.

Staring at the red mark on her hand, Wen Su’s expression went blank for a rare moment.

Shen Ke propped up her upper body, her face showing unprecedented rejection and exhaustion: “Wen Su, do you know how disgusting you are?” So annoying—with one touch, she got wet. If Wen Su hadn’t kept pinning her down lately, her body wouldn’t have become so slutty.

At the thought, disgust flashed in Shen Ke’s eyes.

It was the first time Wen Su saw such an expression on Shen Ke’s face.

She lowered her gaze and rubbed her fingertips. At some point, her emotions had been deeply affected by Shen Ke.

Her heart felt stuffy and sour, an uncomfortable emotion.

Wen Su smiled faintly. She scooped Shen Ke up by the waist and looked into Shen Ke’s beautiful eyes. “Sleep first.”

Shen Ke frowned as her consciousness unwillingly sank into darkness.

When she woke again, Shen Ke found she was no longer in that little cabin.

Looking around at the animal corpses in containers, and even a zombie still breathing in a nearby cage, Shen Ke’s expression turned stunned. “W-What are these?”

Wen Su smiled: “Experimental subjects.”

She gently set Shen Ke down and took her hand, leading her to a scarlet stone protected by a protective cover.

Wen Su looked at the stone, and her smile faded. She turned her head to Shen Ke and said, “Shen Ke, do you know?”

“The birth of the zombies wasn’t an accident.”

“This meteorite contains a peculiar radioactive substance that alters human genes.”

“That rain wasn’t the beginning of the apocalypse.”

“This meteorite that fell to Earth seven years ago was.”

“You must be wondering why the apocalypse only began half a year ago.”

“It’s just that half a year ago, the radiation-affected cells in the human body finally reached a critical point.”

“Some people lost consciousness and became zombies, while others gained supernatural abilities.”

“But the people who turned into zombies didn’t die—they were evolving.”

“When I obtained this meteorite seven years ago, I discovered that the substance it contained could alter the human body. I could have destroyed it, but I didn’t want to.”

“I wanted to see just how far this substance could transform humanity.”

Wen Su reached out and gently caressed Shen Ke’s cheek. “I’ve told you my secret.”

“Shen Ke, if you spread this information, I’ll lose my life.”

“No matter how strong I am, I can’t resist all of humanity. I am humanity’s sinner.”

After absorbing all the information, Shen Ke’s gaze turned cold. She turned her head away and said sternly, “Do you take me for a fool? Whatever you say goes!”

“Wen Su! You’re underestimating me way too much!”

Wen Su curved her eyes, drew Shen Ke into her embrace, rested her chin on top of Shen Ke’s head, and spoke in a low, gentle voice, “I’m not deceiving you.”

“Aren’t you the one who wants to kill me? I’m giving you the choice.” So don’t look at me with eyes full of disgust anymore.

Wen Su lightly patted Shen Ke’s back. “What will you do?”

Shen Ke gritted her teeth. She actually didn’t doubt Wen Su’s words at all, but she couldn’t understand why Wen Su would tell her all this.

They had been married for seven years, yet Wen Su had never discussed any experiments with her.

Of course, she hadn’t cared.