"Master…" Elsie suddenly pleaded,
turning her head to look at Stel.
Hmm?
This was the first time Elsie had dared to resist him.
It made Stel feel intrigued.
"What do you want?"
Elsie's gaze softened, and she slightly brushed her hips against Stel's thigh.
She asked, "Master, can you not let that loser watch me?"
"I don't want to give him the pleasure."
"What?!"
Stel was taken aback.
He hadn't expected Elsie to be thinking about such things at a time like this!
Then Stel laughed heartily.
He nodded in agreement.
"Alright, let's move somewhere else."
With that, he led Elsie to another spot on the balcony.
From Bobby's angle, he could only see Elsie's calves lifting slightly.
"Ugh…!"
Elsie let out a low, pained moan.
Stel began his show.
Water splashed on the balcony.
But all Bobby could see were his beloved woman's legs trembling slightly.
He gritted his teeth, trying to get a closer look.
But he couldn't see anything.
"Stop it, damn you!"
Stel ignored him and continued with his business.
After half an hour,
Elsie leaned against the railing, her face flushed,
breathing lightly.
Stel returned to his previous spot, crouching down to look at Bobby.
His eyes were full of mockery,
mocking Bobby's impotence.
"Anything else you want to say?"
"You'll die a horrible death!"
Bobby clung to the railing, cursing Stel.
Stel appeared indifferent, possibly because he had just relieved himself.
The adrenaline hadn't worn off, so he pretended not to hear Bobby's words.
Especially seeing Bobby's furious face,
he felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
"Forget it. There's nothing more to say to a bastard like you."
"Just one last warning: your death is coming soon."
"…"
Stel's eyes suddenly became very serious.
His cold gaze pierced into Bobby's mind,
making him gasp.
The words he was about to say got swallowed back down.
"Heh, bastard."
Elsie also cursed, following Stel's lead.
Then the two of them left the balcony and returned to the bedroom,
leaving Bobby standing there, seething with impotent rage.
Back in the bedroom, Elsie seemed still eager for more,
while Stel lay down on the bed,
crossing his hands under his head,
staring up at the ceiling.
"Swish…"
Elsie suddenly reached out her delicate hand, lightly touching Stel's pants,
hinting at something.
"What are you doing?"
Stel knew what Elsie meant but turned his head and coldly warned her.
"Master, I haven't…"
"I don't care what you haven't done. Remember your place. You're only useful when I need you."
"When I don't need you, stay put. Understand?"
"Yes…"
"If I have to teach you everything, you might as well go feed the zombies."
At the mention of feeding the zombies,
Elsie immediately knelt and bowed her head, apologizing profusely.
Her survival instinct kicked in.
"Master, I won't dare again!"
"Hmm…"
Stel knocked Elsie's hand away and continued pondering.
After today's events, Stel decided he had to get rid of Bobby.
But now that Bobby knew he was alive, he'd be more cautious,
definitely not opening his apartment door.
Taking revenge on him would be challenging.
"What should I do…"
Stel murmured.
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
Elsie knelt by the bed, mustering the courage to ask.
"If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do my best."
"Nothing much, just thinking about how to kill that guy."
The only way to kill Bobby was to get through the apartment door.
The balconies had electrified safety nets,
making it hard to invade from there.
But Bobby definitely wouldn't open the door.
Stel needed to find another way to get to him.
"Master wants to kill him?"
"Of course, that bastard almost got me killed. He needs to pay for daring to mess with me."
"But there are so many zombies outside, Master. It's better if we don't go out for now…"
Elsie said worriedly.
If Stel got attacked by zombies while trying to kill Bobby and died outside,
she would starve after the food ran out.
She couldn't let Stel take that risk, even for her own sake.
"Don't worry about that. Just help me think of a way to make him open the door."
Stel knew what Elsie was thinking.
She was scared that if he died, she wouldn't survive the apocalypse alone.
Suddenly, Stel's eyes lit up.
He had an excellent idea.
"If we do this, it should work…"
He smiled slightly and turned on the bed.
Late into the night, Stel lay there, drifting into sleep.
When he woke up, he smelled a sweet aroma.
He opened his eyes to find Elsie had heated up their food.
The delicious scent wafted from the bowl.
Seeing Stel awake, Elsie quickly brought the food to him.
"Master, you're awake. I just heated our dinner. Please eat."
The dinner wasn't extravagant.
But being able to eat canned food and bread in the apocalypse was already a luxury.
Stel picked up a spoon and scooped some broth from the can.
He slowly brought it to his mouth.
"Smack smack…"
Stel rolled the broth on his tongue and swallowed.
It was a bit bitter, but the taste was passable.
"How is it?"
"It's okay…"
Stel nodded. In the apocalypse, they had to eat whatever food they had, no matter how it tasted.
Meanwhile, Bobby was staring anxiously at the few packs of instant noodles on his table.
"This won't last long…"
Even if he rationed the noodles, eventually, they would run out.
Then he would have to go out for more food.
Plus, with Stel on the third floor eyeing him menacingly, the pressure was overwhelming.
"Damn, that man needs to die!"
Bobby muttered, eating his noodles while racking his brain on how to kill Stel before Stel could get to him.
If Stel had taken all the supplies from the car's trunk, those supplies would last them a month.
If he could kill Stel, he could enjoy those supplies and Elsie.
Determined to kill Stel, Bobby's resolve grew stronger,
but he couldn't think of a good plan.
At that moment, the sounds of a group of zombies echoed from below.
No one knew why, but these zombies, when they had no humans to target, would moan softly.
The sound was meaningless, but hearing it for too long was still irritating.