The Cuckold Meets His Nemesis

My name is Qin Yue.

I’m a terrible, terrible person.

The only hobby I’ve ever had in my life is destroying the love of lesbian couples, taking one of them for myself, then squeezing them for resources so I can live better in this apocalypse.

Relying on a somewhat handsome face, a gift for sweet talk, and a carefully crafted facade of warmth, my days have always gone smoothly.

But now, I’m facing the most dangerous moment of my life.

If I can’t come up with a clever enough answer, my journey probably ends here.

“Are you Qin Yue? You don’t even look that handsome. How did you make Xiaoya fall for you so completely?”

In front of me stood a girl who could only be described as a beauty from every angle.

Her sharp features leaned toward androgyny.

Her shoulder-length brown hair framed a tall, elegant figure—and an impressive chest.

Normally, when a man is cornered by such a woman, he’d lose himself in fantasy, thinking his luck had finally come.

But I didn’t dare entertain such thoughts.

The one pinning me to the wall was Zhou Qiujin—the leader of the camp I currently lived in.

A minor warlord with more than a thousand soldiers at her command.

Unfortunately, I had recently made the mistake of seducing her girlfriend.

To win over that little loli named Sun Ya, I went to great lengths.

I pretended to be a librarian, using a fake scholarly, gentle demeanor to slowly deceive her heart.

And I must admit—no wonder the camp leader had chosen her.

She was obedient.

Easy to handle.

She didn’t cry or fuss when played with.

It wasn’t until the leader herself came with a squad of burly black soldiers and blocked my door that I learned the girl’s true identity.

“Haha… Leader… what’s the meaning of this?”

Afraid to answer properly, I forced out a laugh, cowering against the cracked wall.

The leader was tall—easily over one-eighty.

I was only about one-seventy.

Pinned down, I could only squint upward at her.

Because I’d long relied on women to feed me, I barely exercised.

I rarely went out scavenging.

My physical strength was weak.

I couldn’t possibly push this warlord away, nor did I dare.

Especially since the men behind her were holding AK-47s.

“I’m asking you a question.

Now, my Xiaoya is completely obsessed with you, ignoring me entirely.

Tell me, how should I deal with you, the little thief who dared to cuckold me while I was away from camp?”

She narrowed her brown eyes at me, mimicking my own squint.

But when I saw that expression, I couldn’t help laughing.

Halfway through my laugh, a chill spread through me.

The leader had drawn a well-maintained dagger and was gesturing it toward my lower body.

I’m sorry, Leader.

I really do have a low laugh threshold.

I didn’t mean to laugh at you.

If possible, could you… put the knife away?

Of course, I didn’t dare say that aloud.

All I could do was complain silently in my head.

“I’m sorry.

I really didn’t know Xiaoya was your woman.

I sincerely apologize.

Please, show mercy and spare me.

I’ll leave your camp today and never come back.”

I forced down my smile, lowered my head, and admitted fault with all the sincerity I could muster.

I hoped the leader would let this useless man go.

Not that I held out much hope.

But I had to try.

As long as I could live past today—even with radiation-infected mutants everywhere outside—there’d still be a chance of survival.

I didn’t expect to stay in the camp anymore.

Even if I lived through this, I’d probably have to lose something.

A hand?

A foot?

As long as it wasn’t my little brother, I could still make do.

If I reached another camp, I still planned on using my bedroom skills to get by.

Even now, I clung to unrealistic fantasies.

But I never expected what the leader would say next.

“Xiaoya is already dead.

I killed her myself, turned her into canned meat, and distributed her to the refugees in camp.

You should have gotten your share yesterday.

In fact, I made sure to put her eyeball in yours.”

I stopped laughing immediately.

The leader withdrew the dagger from my lower half and twirled it casually before my eyes, speaking words that made my stomach churn.

Human meat cans.

Truly befitting a warlord of the apocalypse.

Ruthless.

Fortunately, I hadn’t eaten mine yet.

I’d saved it as a bargaining chip to trick my next unsuspecting girl.

Otherwise, I would have vomited it all out.

Maybe even onto the leader’s clothes.

And if that happened, I’d definitely be dead.

Yes, in my foolish mind, soiling the leader’s clothes seemed an even greater crime than stealing her girlfriend.

After all, rumors said the leader was promiscuous, changing girlfriends frequently.

So killing one little loli should’ve meant nothing, right?

“Of course.

How could such a gullible girl deserve someone as noble, elegant, and awe-inspiring as you, Leader?

Her death was well-deserved.

And as for me, a piece of trash who steals from others, my sins are unforgivable.

I’ll leave immediately and never dirty your sight again.”

My brain spun at full speed as I poured flattery on the leader.

I even tried nudging her hand aside.

It didn’t move an inch.

“Haha.

Trying to escape?

Impossible.

Since you cost me my girlfriend… you’ll take her place as my new girlfriend.”

Under the blazing, blood-red sunset, the leader lifted my chin and spoke words that left me dumbstruck.

“Eh? But I’m a man, Leader.

Surely you’re mistaken?

Or is this some kind of joke?”

Confused, I tilted my head, studying her face.

“I don’t joke.

This is a vaccine developed by America.

It failed as radiation suppression, but it can perfectly transform a man into a woman.”

She produced a ten-centimeter syringe like a magician.

Inside glimmered a strange, pale blue liquid.

The needle gleamed ominously in the sunlight, making me shiver.

“Haha… Leader… may I… refuse?”

I tested the waters.

I didn’t want to turn into a woman just to be in some lesbian relationship with her.

I hated homosexuality.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spent my days breaking up lesbian couples.

“Of course you can refuse.

But the price is being taken by the men behind me.

Choose.

Be my girlfriend—or their boyfriend.”

As her words fell, two bald black men behind her shrugged off their suits, set down their AKs, and flexed their bulging muscles.

“Gulp… I’ll… I’ll become a girl.”

Shivering, I chose the first option.

Compared to being forced by two musclebound giants, lesbian romance didn’t seem so unbearable after all.

When I spoke, I could swear the two men behind her looked… disappointed.