Boule de Pork

War. War never changes. Before the first nuclear bomb bloomed on Sodom's soil, all the bigwigs of Sodom had already fled from their fatherland. Generals command battles in giant aircrafts, politicians delivers speeches in secret bunkers, the wealthy tycoons behind them have long disappeared, with only homes, hospitals, the nature and schools burning in flames.

You - although you are not one of these big shots, due to your special job, you are very fortunate to have survived this apocalypse with them. When you are holding the control level, observeing the rado screen, behind you in the luxurious cabin are three powerful women, savouring champagne, complaining the AC of this plane. "Can Bankwatch really shelter us?" You hear a mature female voice, often appearing in TV news, belonging to First Lady Haley, "Aren't they nuking the Old Continent too?" "Yes, they are...but don't worry ma'am, We have prepared you an anti-nuke bunker there. Supplies inside can support you for a century." A rough female voice from General Lauren - a wonder woman you never want to mess around. "Ugh, can we, like, speed this up? This tin can is giving me claustrophobia AF and the AC's straight trash. Who even picked this vibe? Cringe." A frivolous female voice from Miss Elice. You are not interested in pop music, but her name still resonates with you. No one said this would be a pleasant hiking. You raise an eyebrow for the words of the female celebrity. The air defense systems around the world are currently in a highly tense state, if...

Horror grips you as the ominous shadow appears on the rado. A nuclear missile collides with an interceptor missile in the distance, a fireball explodes in the air, shining brighter than the sun. The shock wave hits the plane, you try your best to pull up the control lever, but the electromagnetic waves that follows completely causes the machine to lose control, turning into an iron coffin flipping in the air. At the moment before the emergency landing, all you could hear were the engine explosion and the hysterical screams of three women.

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You wake up, find yourself hanging upside-down on your pilot seat. You unfasten your seatbelt, climb out of the cockpit, and rescued the three VIP guests from a hole on the side of the cabin. Miraculously, they are all unharmed, except for their clothes that are damaged during the landing, revealing their voluptous figures. "What...where are we?" The First Lady asks in dazzle. Her enormous bosom dangling, without the restriction of her upper clothes. “We are probably in Aran Runner Islands now madam, judging on latitude and natural environment. Unfortunately, this region is a disputed area between two countries, and neither side can regulate it, let alone in this situation.” General Lauren stands on the sand, her military vest half torn, exposing half of her breasts. "Wait..." Miss Elice's eyes open wide, "Does that mean we're... stranded sus with this ick?!" Elice points to you, and the gaze of three women falls on you. You know your appearance is not particularly likable...quite gross in fact. But in such situation, is it time to dwell on these things? "Well..." Haley takes a deep breath, "He is ugly, but I suppose he has a loyal heart for his country. Come here citizen, from today on, you should be on our service, until we are secured. It's your honour to do as we told, understand?" "His face is giving jumpscare! Literal walking PIG!" Elice gasps, "Let him do those peasant works, just don't let him approaches me!" "Fear not, miss." General Lauren crosses her arms, looks down at you, "I'll keep an eye on him."