After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 866

Chapter 866: Voumi Town Heat
Trigger Warning: Dubcon during the last couple of paragraphs (if you skip, read the author’s note)

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Now the heat had stabilized and it was still difficult to walk a few meters outside without feeling breathless or feel like their skin was burning.

It was not clear when the next heat wave would blanket the planet, yet they were still tasked to work, especially at night.

By now, they all had severely burning skins. They were all extremely parched that they couldn’t even sweat anymore.

“Are you okay?” Gurnam asked the siblings, who were both extremely red and dazed looking. They nodded, not having much energy to answer, and just did their jobs.

Some of their companions remained vocal though. This was how they could keep their sanities—by expressing their emotions—regardless of whether they had the energy or not.

“How could they still make us work in this heat?” one asked, in a ranting tone.

One would think that since slaves weren’t so cheap, they’d at least care for the merchandise!

“Slaves aren’t expensive either, especially weak ones like us,” another one said. “They could replace us by the next war.”

This was true. A territory that always went to war could get hundreds or thousands of new slaves every month (if they won). What were a few dozens—or even hundreds—lost during annual disasters?

Anyway, after ranting a bit they also shut up. Not only were they extremely tired, their bodies were in pain.

They were hungry, thirsty, and the smell was also killing them. Speaking would not only consume energy, they would also taste the pungent air.

They couldn’t afford to vomit. They had barely even eaten anything! What would they puke out? Their intestines?

What was worse was they couldn’t even rest well.

There were even corpses rotting in the same room and when they tried putting them outside they were often thrown back down, because it would smell above and be a hindrance to the houses.

At night, although it was just a bit cooler, they’d be squeezing their stomachs, as if it was eating itself up in hunger. They couldn’t even gulp in air to fill their stomachs because the stench could kill.

That night was a little different than usual. That night, some guards arrived, apparently to take some slaves. Their hearts beat fast in nervousness as the man pointed at seemingly random people.

“You,” he said, pointing at Glem, one of the major ranters in their group.

“M-Me?”

The man did not answer him and pointed at Gurnam. “You,” he said, and then to Sarah. “And you.”

He turned to his companion. “They are some of the most mobile among the slaves.”

“Got it,” the other guard said, nodding, and then looked at the slaves. “Come with me.”

As slaves, they naturally followed without question, with Gurnam following their movements to keep the facade.

Milo sniffed as his sister’s hand left his, but he also knew that if he made a scene, it would only bring attention to his sister. He bit his lips and silently prayed she would be alright, but at the same time he also wondered when he’d be able to protect her properly.

The summoned slaves followed the guards silently, nervously wondering what was going to be asked of them.

Gurnam looked at Sarah. Sarah, who had always been covered with mud, covered herself up even more. If the owners found her disgusting, then good. They wouldn’t be forcing her to take a bath either because water was a scarce resource now!

Their eyes met. Hopefully, nothing too harsh would be asked of them.

“The masters are in need of fanning slaves,” the guard said when they were halfway to their destination. “The other ones fainted out of exhaustion,” he said.

He said it casually, but everyone knew that if slaves fainted while working, they’d just be stacked in their cells without food or water.

If they managed to regain consciousness then good for them, they could continue their slavery, but if not, then they were as good as dead.

The slaves heaved a deep breath. At the very least… fanning work was still better than, say, going outside and becoming bait to the night mobs.

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In the upper class side, the nobles were also suffering, but they had plenty of fanners around them to make it somewhat tolerable.

Richer ones also had some sort of blanket bought from Kilpo City, which blocked the fenestrations from the sun. It also helped in reducing the temperature of the room.

It also cost a fortune.

The effect was not much, but they could take what they could get.

Gurnam and Sarah arrived with their large cans, and they were surprised to see familiar faces there. First was Sheena, William’s daughter. She was massaging one of the men there.

There was another woman, who was also quite beautiful. She had caramel-colored hair and a heart-shaped face. They didn’t know her, but they knew she was Terran.

She was kneeling down and openly pleasuring a man—a relatively plain-looking one, but a bit more fit than the others. “Ah… y-yes… amazing!” The man gripped her hair and thrusted without caring for her comfort.

He groaned when he came, looking at her with eyes full of lust and appreciation. “Sasha!” he yelled, voice raspy after his climax. “You’re amazing!”

The woman pursed her lips and forced a smile. “Anything for Master Surut,” she said, voice soft and lovely, and the man’s member started hardening again.

The beautiful Misha, who seemed unperturbed by the degeneracy, was also here, massaging Hesso right next to them. “Hmm, so good at this,” the man droned, turning to look at the beautiful woman. “You know… I could make you feel better.”

Misha giggled seductively. “Are you getting impatient master? You know I can’t right now. I can entertain you in other ways. Isn’t my face good enough?

Hesso kissed the woman’s hand. “Yes, so beautiful,” he said. “I can stare at you all day.”

This caused his friends to laugh. Although they were sweating, they still found this entertaining. “You got a really exciting slave,” one said, tracing Misha with his lecherous eyes. “I kinda want to fuck her.”

This made another one glare at him. This was Surut, Hesso’s dark-skinned best friend. “Not before I do!” he said, almost kicking Sasha in front of him by accident. “I asked first!”

Misha smiled. “Gentlemen, we don’t want to die in this heat right?

“Besides, I am bleeding now. You don’t want to break merchandise, right, masters?”

“Hmm, you’re right.”

However, they were already horny. However, Misha was just making a lot of points and they would be reluctant to break such a perfect slave.

So, instead, they took Sasha—who was kneeling on the ground—to vent instead.

They dragged her up the table, taking her there in front of the others, and the woman had no choice but to succumb. However, she had been doing this for a while and was used to it, knew to accept her fate.

Her mouth had already parted, and she shut her mouth as moans of pleasure started to escape her lips.

This made the men laugh, plundering her even harder.

This made Sarah and Gurnam’s hearts to drop, and Sarah was visibly pale. At least, that was what Gurnam saw. In reality, no one would see since she covered herself up with so much mud.

Gurnam held her hand, making her flinch and eyes wide in surprise.

How could he move?

He placed a finger on his mouth to tell her to be quiet. ‘It’s alright,’ he mouthed. ‘I’ll protect you.’