"New level? Not bad! Let's see… store… expanding… System, are you for real?! Why so expensive?! Two hundred coins for one hectare of land?!"
(A/N 1 hectare = 10,000 square meters/43,560 square feet)
DON'T BUY IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE PRICE. OR YOU COULD USE THE COUPON.
"I hate you! Also, the fact that you are suggesting me to do something is extra suspicious! I can use that coupon to buy something really cool and expensive, can't I?"
MAYBE…
"Screw you and screw your developers… in fact you can go and screw each other! You know that I desperately need this land and you're mocking me! Fuck you!… It will cost me one hundred coins with the coupon - still too expensive! Hm, what's this? I can use biomatter instead of coins? And I have… three hundred and eighty points of biomatter, but I need five hundred in total as one coin equals five points of biomatter. It means I need to pay extra twenty four coins… and I only have twenty nine coins that I took from the bandits… What should I do? Go to the real world and find more bodies? Would zombie corpses do? But how am I supposed to get them with my injured hand…? Fuck! Okay, I'm buying it!"
THANK YOU FOR YOUR PURCHASE AND FOR USING A COUPON! THE EXPANSION WILL START NOW, SO PLEASE, STAY CALM AND DON'T PANIC.
Right after receiving the message Sergei heard the girls screaming: an earthquake started. But it didn't last long and then the wall of thick fog started retreating further and further, expanding the available space. The new trees, bushes and grass appeared out of nowhere.
"It will be less crowded now! But the girls will be in for a hard time for sure…" Sergei thought, looking at the huge boxes and crates. He had it much easier - all he needed to do was to teleport all of it into the haven, but to move them around inside the haven the brute force was needed…
When the expansion was over, he walked around the territory to see how everything changed. The haven doubled in size, the expansion started in the middle and swept across the territory like a wave in every which way.
"Boss, Louis mechanic want to see you." The "kid" approached Sergei who stood at the edge of his haven deep in his thoughts.
"Who's that?" He asked after a long pause.
"Boss… you bring the tied old man yesterday!"
"Right! I completely forgot about him… Let's go and talk to him."
The kid led his Boss to the old man who was sunbathing with a look of contentment on his face.
"I see you like it here." Sergei smirked.
"But of course! No one's beating me and the food is delicious, what else could an old man like me wish for?" Louis said without standing up or even turning his head, the sun felt very pleasant and the atmosphere… The atmosphere was really relaxing, so much so, that Louis felt as if he was getting younger just by lying on the grass and soaking it all in.
"Well, I don't know, beautiful women maybe? A comfortable life? Maybe power…?"
"Ha-ha-ha, I'm a simple, working class man, I'd rather prefer quiet and simple life without too much fuss. And women are nothing but trouble! And no one would be interested in me anyway…" Louis replied with complete honesty and stood up, it was hard for him to sit after all with his hands tied up.
"Ha, I like your outlook on life, but you must understand: if you do not work - you do not eat."
"Of course I know that. I consider myself a pretty good mechanic and I'm also quite good with simple electronics. I wouldn't be able to fix an iPhone of course, but something simpler - easy."
"Well as you see we don't have much to fix around here…"
"Yet! I was told that just a few days ago this place was just a simple clearing in the middle of the woods, and look at it now! What about in a month? Or two? And any decent boss should have his own personal car anyway."
"You've got a silver tongue on you, don't you? Alright old man, you've convinced me!" Sergei waved his hand and a system contract appeared right in front of Louis' face. He read it thoroughly a few times before accepting with a huge smile.
"Only a fool would turn this down!" He said with a smile and stretched out his hands. A swing of a knife - and the ropes fell on the ground.
"Alright, go find Alice, she will find you a job, I see that you are still in a good shape so it wouldn't hurt you to carry a few boxes."
"Yes, Boss!"
In about three hours Boss returned to the real world. According to the camera recordings, some weird looking individuals had been looking for him yesterday, but today the building was clear. Without taking any unnecessary risks, he headed to the Louvre. His right shoulder was injured so he did his best to avoid zombies. In about an hour he finally reached the familiar barricade, so he entered an abandoned building nearby and summoned Gautier who had a huge backpack hanging behind his back. The deal was scheduled for today and it needed to happen! Sergei couldn't do any heavy lifting due to his injury so Gautier was assigned to be his sla… carrier.
(fr) "Halt! Who are you?" The policeman stopped Sergei at the checkpoint.
"You don't recognize me? I go through here all the time…" Sergei uttered in surprise.
(fr) " Sir, he shaved and changed his clothes, you should remember him, he used to dress in weird yellow pants and pink t-shirt all the time." Gautier clarified.
Yesterday Alice picked some new clothes for her Boss - black pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. And he was also forced to shave so he didn't look like a crazy person anymore - but instead like a respectable handsome man of athletic built. Almost all the girls in the haven agreed that he was quite handsome.
"…You may pass…" The policeman was so shocked by the changes in the weird foreigner's appearance, that he let him pass through and completely forgot what he wanted to say.
"He kept staring at me funny - I almost thought he was gay!" Sergei spoke, but Gautier didn't understand English so he kept silent. "Wow! The camp became even more crowded!"
The population of the Louvre almost doubled in size for some reason in just one day! And the amount of starving people…
(fr) "Sir, please, give me some food!"
(eng) "Please, I'll sell you my body for food!" Begged him the tall starving man.
"No-no-no-no! My back door is untouchable, do not even think about it!" Sergei picked up his pace and quickly entered the main building. There he found the salesman with whom he struck a deal.
"Yo! You don't look so good!" The salesman threw a pointed look at Sergei's bandaged shoulder.
"Oh it's nothing, just a mosquito bite." Sergei shrugged nonchalantly.
"That mosquito must've been a Chernobyl mutant!" The trader laughed observing his favorite client's companion.
"Yep, two meters tall fiery mosquito straight from Fukushima… Alright, do you have the goods?"
"Do you have the food?"
Sergei gave a signal and Gautier heavily put the backpack with forty kilos of potatoes in front of the salesman. But the man did not trust them completely so he quickly weighed the food.
"Excellent! Forty kilos sharp! Here are your coins." The trader passed a little bag and the client immediately counted the coins - it was exactly two hundred coins.
"Hey, do you have more potatoes?"
"Maybe, why?"
"Well… It turned out that there are a lot of those who want to trade their coins for food." The salesman said with an awkward smile.
"Sure, but I can't carry more than forty kilos at once. Mosquito bites do not heal in one day, you know."
"We could meet on a neutral territory."
"Can you guarantee that your clients won't do some stupid shit from their greed and desire to get rich quickly?"
"…I cannot give you a one hundred percent guarantee." The salesman replied honestly with a silly smile on his face.
"That's why I'll bring another forty tomorrow… maybe even eighty." Sergei added remembering strong and healthy Louis.
"Deal!" The salesman exclaimed happily and asked if his dear client wanted anything else. But the client already had everything he needed and was only lacking some coins at this point. "Dear client" waved his hand and headed to the exit but suddenly was stopped by three guards.
(fr) "Come with us, sir, someone wants to see you." A scowling soldier in the middle said in a serious voice; all of them were wearing military armor and helmets and each carried a machine gun.
"I not understand you, speak English."
The soldier frowned and repeated in English:
"Come with us."
"Where to and why should I?" Sergei asked looking at the soldier like he was an idiot.
"For now it's just an invitation." The soldier pressed, even more annoyed now.
"And if I refuse it will not be "just an invitation" anymore? Huh, let's see who's this curious person then."
"You are coming alone." The soldier tried to stop Gautier who was about to follow his Boss.
"Well then you will go alone. Am I clear?" Sergei looked straight into arrogant soldier's eyes with a nasty smirk on his face.
"You…" One of the soldiers was about to say something but was stopped by his colleagues. They discussed something in hushed voices and the first soldier spoke once again: "Okay, follow us."
The "guests" were escorted to the second floor to the area restricted for the civilians. Inside were just as many guards as the ones guarding the whole perimeter of the Louvre! Windows reinforced with metal, huge steel doors, lots of cameras and motion detectors - the second floor resembled a fortress!
Sergei was escorted into a respectable office, where a short fat man sat behind a table with a lot of monitors. He was covered in gold jewelry and by the looks of it, considered himself to be "the navel of the universe".
"Take a sit." Said the fat "navel" and with a wave of his hand pointed at the wooden chair in front of his table while he himself sat in a huge comfortable armchair. Judging by the panel of buttons, the armchair was equipped with a built-in massager and a heater… it was easier to say what it WASN'T equipped with. One of Sergei's female "business-partners" owned the similar armchair, but her piece of furniture had two built-in dildos. A full inclusive…
"Okay." The obnoxious man sat on a comfortable looking sofa by the wall, which forced "the navel" to crane his neck in order to see his "guest". Of course such blatant disrespect made him furious, but he was playing this game for a long time so he had a good enough self control and could easily hide his emotions. At least he thought he was doing a great job.
"You must be wondering why I invited you?"
"Nah, it's pretty obvious." Sergei replied with a yawn.
*cough cough* "Then I'll get right to the point. You may not know it, but we wanted to destroy the blue-headed gang for a long time. And after all this planning and a lot of wasted resources…"
"I came and killed everyone?"
"Indeed." The "navel" replied clasping his hands.
"Well then you should be thanking me, you didn't lose your people and saved a lot of bullets. I wouldn't mind a reward, to be honest." The sly Russian declared with a wide smile.
*cough cough cough* "Well, that may be true, but we've spent a lot of our resources on the preparation and got nothing in return." The "navel" stated tapping the table with his finger.
"A-ha, so you wanted to take away everything the blue-heads have accumulated during all this time?" Sergei acted surprised, but did it so that even a mentally handicapped person would understand that it was just an act.
"It's for the greater good! You've seen yourself how many people we have - it's not an easy task to feed such a crowd!" The offended "navel" slapped the table in a sudden burst of "righteous anger".
"And here I thought that people around here had been dying from starvation. It turns out I was mistaken - it's from overeating." Sergei commented without even bothering to hide his sarcasm. The veins swelled on the "navel's" neck but he still held on.
*cough, cough* "Now now, we care for our people…"
"Then you were selling the girls to the blue-headed bitches for their own good?" Sergei asked, even more surprised now.
"Nonsense! That's a blatant lie!" This time "navel" finally lost his nerve and turned bright red from anger.
"Maybe it is a lie, I didn't check, I just overheard the conversation of two blue-heads and one of the kidnapped girls confirmed it. But I, of course, do not exclude the universal conspiracy to tarnish the Louvre's leadership."
"You!!!" The "navel" turned tomato red but was able restrain himself and eventually cooled down. "Let's get straight to the point. I want the blue-heads' supplies."
"You can go and take them, I left them in the supermarket." Sergei shrugged.
"IT BURNED DOWN! AND YOU DID IT!!!"
"Who knows, maybe there's something left - I didn't really care what they had hoarded in there."
"Then why did you attack them?!"
"They did something to me, something so terrible that it hurts to even remember." Sergei turned on his acting skills on full.
"Then you have to compensate us for our losses!" The "navel" raised his voice and slapped the table once again.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Sergei asked looking at him like he was an idiot.
"I know you have a lot of food!" The bureaucrat growled.
"Yeah? And where is it? I already sold what little a had. Or are you going to put a debt on me and take away the food that I will bring here to sell? Then I will gladly start trading with other camps. And who knows how much more food I will "find"? What if I end up "finding" much, MUCH more?"
"YOU!!! I SEE YOU'VE GOT SOME BALLS? AREN'T YOU AFRAID OF ME?"
"What should I be afraid of? I single-handedly destroyed the gang of blue-headed psychos, and if I want to leave no one in this camp would be able to stop me. You even wouldn't dare. Who knows how many of my people are around here with weapons at the ready…" Sergei was bluffing of course - he didn't want to be hunted down or arrested. He could hide in his haven of course, but what next? How was he supposed to escape the Louvre?
"YOU DARE TO THREATEN ME?!" The bureaucrat shouted banging his fist on the table with all his might.
"Of course not, I'm just warning you that you shouldn't underestimate me. It will be much more profitable for you to trade with me and not make me your enemy. We are serious people after all, we shouldn't act based on our emotions."
"YOU THINK I CAN'T DESTROY YOUR GROUP?"
"Of course I do." Sergei answered with an evil smile and continued looking straight into the bureaucrat's eyes. "And there are couple of reasons for it. First one - you are too weak, second - you don't even know where our base is and the third… you don't have the authority."
Sergei said all this with a sickening grin and judging by fat "navel's" pale face, he was right. If he was really the one with power, then who lived on the third floor?
"You know a lot about us…" The bureaucrat mumbled.
"Of course, I would've never started trading with potentially "dangerous" group." Sergei smirked. Of course he was bluffing, trying to convince his opponent that his group was MUCH more powerful than Louvre. And by the looks of it, he had succeeded.
"The amount you bring is just a drop in the ocean considering our needs!"
"Ha, if I brought a tonne of foods what do you think were the chances of me selling everything and leaving this place peacefully afterwards?"
The bureaucrat frowned darkly.
"I will gradually increase the trade turnover, but only if you and your people will not get in my way. Transporting the foodstuff is expensive and it's not quick. Only after making sure that the goods will be safe will we bring more." Sergei suddenly became really serious. "So are we going to trade or to fight?"
"Trade… But! My people will be keeping an eye on you!"
"I don't care, send the whole regiment if you want. I don't give a damn until they stay out of my way. And now let us leave this place." Sergei stood up from the couch and left the room without giving the "navel" an opportunity to say or do anything. "Escort us to the exit." He ordered the soldier who was standing outside, the same one who brought them here and along with Gautier, who'd been waiting for him at the door, they both left the second floor escorted by the military.
(rus) "Sergei, you are cooler than a penguin on ice! You sold literally NOTHING for the price of gold!" Sergei thought out loud as usual. Almost everything he said was just a bluff, but his opponent bought it! Now he could conduct business more openly around here without unnecessary risks.
"Boss is talking to himself… again. And now he's laughing too!" Gautier thought while following behind his weird Boss…
Soon they returned to the haven. And the first thing Sergei did was buying and installing two small fields and now he had four of them. At first he wanted to plant "a special cabbage" but… he had no idea how to obtain its seeds and he couldn't afford buying them from the store all the time. Potatoes were the perfect option - easy to plant and a plentiful harvest!
While the girls were given free reign over new fields, the boys were given something else. They were assigned to properly enclose the pond. To achieve that, they drove big wooden poles into the ground under the watchful eye of Old Louis and then hung the curtains on them. This way, when someone wanted to bathe they could close the curtains without worrying about some little (or not so little) perverts peeping on them.
The curtains hid the pond from all sides except from the above. Sergei was asleep during all this - his arm hurt quite badly so he tried to not move around much and rest more. The unconscious girl finally woke up near the evening, she was fed liquid mashed potatoes so she was feeling much better.
In the evening everyone gathered around the campfire - it has become a tradition. Everyone ate together sitting around the fire.
"Well, I see that all of you have managed to adapt nicely to the new environment. This is your new home now." Sergei got up from his seat and made a little speech. He spoke slowly so Alice, who stood beside him, could translate his words into French.
"As long as you work diligently you'll always have home, food and protection. Now let's get to know each other. My name is Sergei, but you can call me Boss. I've dreamt of being called that since I was little, and here I am now standing in front of you all." The Boss said and his memories flooded back to him.
Sergei's parents died when he was little and when he was ten died his grandmother who's been taking care of him. The dishonest real estate agents forced her to transfer the ownership of their apartment to them by threatening to kill her grandchild, and after that she allegedly died a "natural death".
Sergei ended up on the streets without any documents or money… In order to survive he was forced to panhandle and even steal when times were bad. The streets were merciless and he's been on the verge of death many times: from hunger, from the beatings and from diseases because he was growing up or rather trying to survive in one of the most dangerous districts of Moscow suburbs.
When he turned fourteen he joined the local gang where it was discovered that he was quite smart and good with numbers. Soon he was allowed to help his boss conduct the gang's financial affairs and when he began showing signs of success his boss decided to invest in him and sent him to school which he graduated from with honors. Later he enrolled at the university where he studied accountancy where he was once again singled out for his high grades.
His gang's main source of income was coming from protection racket and gambling. But thanks to Sergei, the gang eventually opened their own law firm and started laundering money through it. However, once again thanks to Sergei, the firm started making more money and gradually expanded to such an extent that it started making more money than its shadow income.
From the moment Sergei joined the gang his boss had taken a liking to him and when he began demonstrating exceptional promise he started considering him as his own son. Sergei on his part admired his boss very much - more than a thousand people were working under him and they feared and respected him. No other leader/director/boss could've gained that much respect, that's why Sergei always wanted to become a boss, so the people would look at him as if their lives depended on him.
"Boss?" Alice's voice brought him out of the depths of his memory.
"Sorry, just remembered something. As you all already know I'm from Russia and how I ended up here… It's a long story for another time. This place is created by the special skill that the system gave me after I killed my first zombie. It's something like a parallel universe - so we are safe here. Now I want you all to introduce yourselves. Alice, you go first."
Alice stood and caught the eye of everyone present. She wasn't the prettiest - in fact every other girl in the haven was prettier than her. She had a somewhat forgettable appearance. If you saw her on the street you wouldn't even remember how she looked like. She had a good figure but her legs were neither long nor straight.
Even though she had a son, her D cup breasts still maintained firmness and shape as if she was sixteen years old. Her more or less pretty face adorned a beautiful smile and her dark shoulder-length hair was little untamed.
(fr) "My name is Alice Rezon and this is my sweet boy Pierre Rezon. I'm twenty eight and I'm the first one to come to this place. I lived in the Louvre and was forced to sell my body for scraps. Boss brought me here and ever since then I can not believe my luck." Overcome with emotions, Alice found herself crying.
"I hope you haven't said anything horrible about me. I didn't understand a word…"
"No, Boss! Only the very best." Alice said with a radiant smile and sat down.
(fr) "I'm Gautier and this is my younger brother Gai. I'm seventeen and he's sixteen. We met Boss at the hospital, I made a mistake and caught attention of a huge crowd of zombies. When we were running for our lives we ran right into our Boss… It was a strange sight - Boss was absolutely naked, with a bag made out of a sheet behind his back and a bat in his hands. It turned out that we led zombies right to him so we started running together and if it wasn't for Boss either me or my brother would've died there… Then Boss found us and saved our lives once again and brought us here."
Gautier was of medium height, 174 cm tall to be exact (5 feet 8 inches), Gai was a little shorter - 168 cm (5 feet 6). Both of them were scrawny with a bird's nest instead of hair. Looking at them everyone saw teenagers but not grown men. If it wasn't for the apocalypse they would've been enjoying their youth and school days. The fact they survived in such a cruel world was a miracle.
Next it was old Mark's time to stand up. He looked like a typical old scientist: slender and grey-haired, and despite his age he had an excellent eyesight.
(fr) "*cough, cough* Please, just call me Old Mark or Professor Curie. I used to be a renowned biologist and after the apocalypse I started studying the virus and infected people. However I wasn't able to create a vaccine so I was fired. I was almost on the brink of death from starvation when Sergei found me. Now I'm here, and if any of you become sick or start feeling unwell I will gladly help you - I have an extensive experience in medicine."
(fr) "Is it my turn already? *sigh* Call me Louis, I'm a mechanic. I like messing around with machinery and drinking good alcohol. I'm fifty eight, Boss rescued me, just like most of you, from the blue-heads' captivity… Well, I guess that's all."
Old Louis was 162 cm tall (5 feet 3) and had broad shoulders and powerful physique. Despite his old age he was pretty strong and could give odds to many young men.
Next one after Louis was a redhead beauty. Her magnificent red hair reached her full C-cup breasts. She had a tiny waist and slim figure, but now that figure was rather scrawny from the malnourishment. Her big green eyes gave off rigor and caution. She looked like she was 170 cm tall (5 feet 6) but that could be inaccurate.
(fr) "My name is Sylvie, I'm 21 years old and before the shit went down I worked as a model for a fashion magazine." The girl paused upon remembering her past then took a deep breath and went on. "I barely survived when the apocalypse started. My friend saved me but soon he was killed by zombies. Luckily I survived and joined a big group of survivors. We spent a long time hiding in a large basement, but we had to leave when we ran out of food but soon fell into a trap. Almost all of my group died, only I and a few others survived and joined another group. And when they also started having problems with food it was decided… to sell me. I was sold to the group that was located in the supermarket. Then the blue-heads arrived and destroyed that group, I was kidnapped and held… well, you know where… My hobbies are… music and dancing, I guess, and that's about it."
(fr) "Hello everyone, my name's Orianne, which means "golden"." The blonde girl stood up after Sylvie finished her speech. She was taller and thicker than Sylvie. After washing off all the grime and dirt, her hair turned out to be thick, golden in color and so long that it reached her bottom - it was obvious that she was very proud of it and took a good care of it her whole life. But aside from her hair there were other "valid arguments" of her beauty. D cup breasts, voluptuous buttocks, long legs and an aristocratic posture. Looking at her beautiful face one would see a noble lady as if she descended from the pages of the books about knights and princesses.
(fr) "I'm twenty four years old, my height is 175 cm (5 feet 8) and I'm half English. I've been through a lot just as everyone else here, but I don't want to dredge up the past. I like… maybe you won't believe me but I love football. And ever since I was little I was fascinated with gardening, we had a big garden in which I would work for hours. I loved growing flowers and vegetables and even developed a unique method of protecting vegetables from insects with the help of flowers and published a research paper! Well, I guess that's it." Orianne smiled and went back to her seat.
(fr) "Hi everyone… I'm… Raine… and I'm… eighteen." One of the remaining girls stood up and shyly introduced herself.
She was 192 cm tall (6 feet 3), and as the saying goes "she got legs for days". Those were the longest legs Sergei ever saw in his life. Raine had a fit body and long dark braided hair.
No one could call her unattractive even if they wanted to. She had such an aura that everyone was drawn to look at her, she was like a magnet attracting everyone's attention which made her become very insecure and withdrawn, and after that incident with the punks her psyche was severely damaged. And another thing - her eyes were almost completely black, even her whites… It was a frightening sight if someone peered into them, but even then she was unbelievably beautiful.
Raine had a B cup breasts and attractive features but she was so sensitive about her appearance that she would always look downward as if she was afraid to meet anyone's eye.
(fr) "I… like sports and watching the Olympics… my favorite tv shows are… "The Big Bang Theory" and "House"…" The girl finished and got back to her seat.
(fr) "You did well, don't worry, you'll be fine now!" Orianne cheered her up and gave her a warm hug.
(fr) "I'm Anne, I'm twenty three and I'm 166 cm tall (5 feet 5). I'm a quarter French and three-quarters Ukrainian and was born in Paris. I'm a huuge coffee and chocolate lover, I like good wine and noisy companies. I'm a student, or I used to be one. When it all started me and the girls hid in the female dormitory. Thanks to the boys who tried to save us, zombies left the dorm and we were able to settle there. When we ran out of food we decided to leave the city. But then the blue-heads attacked us, they took me and Katherine, what happened to others I don't know… I can cook kholodets (jellied meat) and various sweets and that's about everything I can cook… Thank you for your attention!"
Anne was a spirited girl with short brown hair and charming green eyes. She had an athletic physique, long legs, an A cup breasts and round full butt. Her beautiful face radiated a positive energy - just looking at her made people smile.
(fr) "It's my turn now, I'm Natasha and I'm half German half Russian. How did I end up in France? I've been working here as a top model for two years even though I'm twenty eight." Natasha managed to surprise everyone with her age, even the girls who were with her in captivity. The blue-heads' boss killed anyone who was older than twenty five, but Natasha… she looked sixteen-eighteen years old!
Her height was 152 cm (4 feet 11) and she was a fragile little platinum blonde. She looked so young that she wouldn't be able to buy herself an alcohol even after showing her ID. It looked like time spared her completely, her voice was as smooth as silk but her eyes looked serious. When you looked into her eyes you had a feeling that a proud eagle was looking right back at you. Her hair reached her feet, her figure was slim and soft - small breasts and butt and narrow waist.
That small beauty used to be a very famous and high-paid cover girl, she had tens of millions of fans around the world, but mostly in Asia.
(fr) "I love silence and nature and I hate alcohol and cigarette smoke. It also pisses me off when I'm being treated like a child. I do sports and love to read. That's all." Natasha sat down again and closed her eyes.
(fr) "Is it my turn? I'm Martha and I'm twenty three years old. I was a senator's wife, since childhood I have been preparing for a successful marriage, thus I was trained to be a good wife. I'm not accustomed to doing housework though, but I can make toasts and eggs… Hm, that's the best I can do. My hobby? Hm, I like watching soap operas."
Martha returned to her place and sighed with relief. Martha's appearance was very popular in early twenties in Russia: a D cup breasts, round butt, big lips. Even though the natural origin of her assets was questionable, she was still a very beautiful young woman.
(fr) "I'm Annette, I'm eighteen and I'm 168 cm tall (5 feet 6). I was a streamer before the apocalypse and a very popular one at that. I streamed computer games even though I don't really like them… I'm bisexual - which means that I like both boys and girls… But after the latest events I think I would rather become a lesbian. I like to watch erotica and horror movies. How did I end up in captivity? Those punks broke into my apartment and kidnapped me. But I managed to stab two of those fuckers with a knife! It's a pity none of them died… I am a little short-tempered… but overall I'm the nicest!"
Annette was a charming and attractive brown haired young woman. She had a slender physique, an A cup breasts and medium length hair. She was really pretty and shone like a miniature sun.
(fr) "My name is Melanya and I'm nineteen. I've been working as a model since I was little and because of that I never finished high school. My mom told me that I was dumb so it was pointless anyway…" A tall girl stood up and started introducing herself. If she was to participate in a beauty pageant with the rest of the girls, she'd win the award for "the biggest breasts". Her breasts were bigger than a DD cup. She was a bit thicker than other girls but she didn't have even an ounce of fat on her, but instead she had long gorgeous legs. Her brown hair was brushed and set in an intricate hairdo. Her lips were full but not as full as Martha's.
(fr) "My height is 178 cm (5 feet 10) and my breasts are DD cup, but I think they got even bigger… I like watching comedy shows and taking care of animals. When the apocalypse started I was taken by some men, then other men came and took me from them and so on and so forth, I lost count already. I used to work as a model and a cover girl. That's about it." Melanya talked really slowly and seemed a bit sluggish.
(fr) "I'm Zoey, I'm twenty one year old and American. I'm exchange student and I be in France more than year." A tall African-American woman spoke with accent. She had an athletic physique and very long legs, her long dark hair was put into dreadlocks and there was a panther tattooed on her left shoulder. She was wearing baggy clothes so it was hard to tell but Sergei determined that she was an A cup.
(fr) "I am 184 cm tall (6 feet) and my weight… I not know. I like play basketball and get many rewards, I also like meat with the blood and running." Zoey sat down and everyone turned to the next girl.
(fr) "I'm sorry for not standing up, I'm still not feeling well." A skeleton like skinny girl sat beside Zoey, her face was sickly pale but even then it attracted the eye of everyone present - all the hair on her body was milky white in color. It was her natural color but no one knew whether it was the result of a sickness or a genetic disorder.
(fr) "My name is Katherine, I'm three-quarters Russian and quarter Belarusian. I'm twenty three and 172 cm tall (5 feet 7). My family moved to France for work four years ago. How I ended up here… Anne already told you our story, she's my… my only living friend. I love writing and performing my own music and I also paint… used to paint. I have a sick body so I only managed to survive with others' help, and sometimes the only thing I do is cause everyone trouble."
(fr) "it's not true, Kate! You always encouraged us, we managed to get this far and not give up only thanks to you!" Anne jumped from her seat with an emotional speech.
(fr) "Please… you know I really hate this sappy shit… I've been pitied my whole life and it makes me sick in my stomach…"
"Alright, girls, don't fight." Sergei interjected, this whole time Alice had been translating their words to him - she proved to be quite talented at simultaneous interpretation.
"First of all, Kate, you should sign the contract."
"Yes." Katherine nodded, so Sergei waved his hand and a system contract appeared in front of the girl's face; after reading it thoroughly the girl immediately accepted.
(A/N: There will be NO harem! At least not in the next 100 chapters 😅 but after that… who knows? 😉)
P.S.: This chapter took me longer than I anticipated (it's 6276 words!) so I am apologizing for the delay ☺️
Enjoy!