Life changed after meeting Yeonju and Yeji.
I guess gaining confidence really shifts your perspective on the world. It made me realize how pathetically I'd been living until now.
People would probably laugh if they saw this.
Getting confidence from meeting a prostitute and a hikikomori? Yeah, that's hilarious.
Not like there's anyone around to laugh at me anyway.
The biggest change was in how I treated Minji.
With no lingering attachments left, I started treating her like a toy.
I didn't harm her—no hitting or torture—but I decided to experiment with what results I could get in the time we had left.
The first thing I did was stop having sex with her.
I blindfolded Minji, hugged her from behind, and groped her breasts with both hands.
For hours, I'd just fondle her chest and nipples.
At first, she acted indifferent, pretending not to care, but after two hours of nothing but breast play, she couldn't help but squirm.
I kept teasing her hypersensitive nipples, over and over, never using my mouth or touching anywhere else—just my hands.
As a man, I never got tired of fondling breasts, so I enjoyed it thoroughly, doing this at least two or three times a day.
Whether her body burned with desire, she whimpered, or her pussy got wet, I ignored it all and kept focusing only on her breasts. I always finished by making her give me a blowjob.
A perfectly satisfying routine for me.
Minji, though? She must've been so frustrated. Having her breasts played with like that had to be maddening.
On the fifth day, after making her swallow my cum, I wondered:
How does it feel? To be teased like that, never reaching climax?
Does she masturbate after I leave? She'd have to use her fingers—no toys around. Would that even satisfy her?
Eh, she'll figure it out. Not my problem.
Even after finishing in her mouth, I still felt a little pent-up.
Well, fondling her breasts was stimulating for me too.
And of course, I wanted to shove my dick into her pussy instead of her mouth.
I hesitated for a moment.
In two days, I'd see Yeji again.
Those huge breasts, that slim waist, her electrifying body, her celebrity-like beauty.
Should I hold out for her? Or go hunting one more time?
Logically, waiting made sense, but I craved something new.
Raping a woman I'd never seen before had a different thrill compared to regular sex.
Wow, what a trashy thought, fitting for this ruined world.
If I'd thought like this before the collapse, I'd have been sent to a mental hospital—or prison.
But despite my hesitation, I got ready to leave.
I'm insane. A real fucking psycho.
Double-checking the lock on Minji's room, I stepped out into the night.
Where to go?
While debating, I realized today was market day.
Of course—the underground shopping district! No wonder I wanted to leave early.
Sticking to the shadows, I climbed to the rooftop of a two-story building overlooking the market entrance.
The underground 10-day market—held once every ten days.
The only place where people still gathered in this ruined town.
Only possible because of the gangsters controlling the area.
No violence was tolerated inside the market.
Even the most reckless skill-users wouldn't want dozens of gangsters hunting them down.
The main draw? Trading food and alcohol.
The coin-operated stores didn't sell booze, which was probably why Yeji had chosen a skill like Generate Canned Beer.
But even in this hellscape, some people couldn't live without alcohol, so this black market thrived.
Hiding on the rooftop, I watched the entrance.
My targets? People leaving after trading.
This market was famous, drawing crowds from nearby areas.
I avoided regulars, focusing on newcomers—but they were rare.
After two hours of waiting, I spotted a suitable group: three men and one woman.
Not exactly newcomers, but not regulars either.
Normally, I avoided groups larger than three since my sleep skill couldn't affect more than that, but one of the men used his skill before entering.
In an alley, he clearly shouted "Soju!"—and a bottle appeared in his hands.
This group's safe to attack.
What an idiot, though. Picking a skill like that? No survival instinct at all.
After generating a few more bottles, they entered the market.
From a distance, the woman looked decent—older, but attractive.
Dressed like a trendy city girl in a place like this? Must be relying on the three guys. Brave.
My heart raced a little.
She had the body to pull off that outfit.
While waiting for them to exit, I pondered why someone would pick Generate Soju.
My conclusion?
They probably never imagined the world would turn into this shithole.
Disaster movies made them think survivors would band together.
Reality was different.
Skills for survival mattered more than social ones now.
Though, traveling in a group like this does have value.
Lost in thought, I finally saw them exit.
The men carried baskets full of food, while the woman held one.
They traded well—must've brought a lot of soju.
Shouldn't that guy have joined the gangsters instead? Life would've been easier.
Or would he just become a soju-making slave?
The group passed under my building and turned into an alley.
I quietly followed.
The men groaned under the weight of the food but joked loudly, careless.
Their voices carried:
"Damn, this won't last till the next market. What do we do?"
"Keep hunting, dumbass."
"We've already cleared out this area."
"Hey, if you'd stop killing all the women, we'd have fewer mouths to feed. Catch one or two alive next time."
"Three dicks, one woman—how's that gonna work? You volunteering?"
"Fuck off. I'm not doing it with you assholes."
"Bitch, stop acting high and mighty. Just fuck us already."
"I said no. Touch me, and that'll be the last thing you do."
"Fine, fuck you. We'll catch younger girls instead, you stuck-up cunt."
I smirked.
Finally, some guilt-free kills. Not that I ever felt guilty.
But the woman's threat bothered me.
"Touch me and you die."
Does she have a skill like that? Dangerous.
The group, either confident in their numbers or their skills, kept laughing loudly.
Or maybe they've already killed everyone else around.
They stopped at a house with high walls.
Should I strike now?
"Ugh, my arms hurt. You guys go in first."
"What, gonna smoke?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Where the hell do you even find cigs in this world?"
"Just get inside."
"Fine. Lock the door behind you."
One man stayed outside, setting down his load and lighting a cigarette.
The smell of smoke drifted my way—disgusting.
Once the door closed inside, I activated my skill.
The smoking man collapsed mid-drag.
I pocketed his cigs and lighter, then finished him with my machete.
[+3,686 Coins]
Not much, but enough.
Stomping out the cigarette, I grabbed two food bags and entered the house.
After setting them down, I closed the door and crept through the yard to a window.
Inside, the remaining two men and the woman were unpacking.
I crouched and used my skill again.
All three dropped instantly.
Too easy, thanks to Smoker.
But the job wasn't done.
They mentioned women inside.
Entering, I found a generic living room.
Plain sofa, table, TV—nothing special.
I quickly dispatched the two men to join their friend.
[+2,232 Coins]
[+4,777 Coins]
Lucky seven. Today's my day.
The woman lay on the floor, her dolphin shorts and city-girl outfit showing off her thighs.
Definitely a turn-on.
But her earlier warning made me hesitate.
Better not touch her yet.
After checking the first floor, I headed upstairs.
Two empty bedrooms, then—
The third door revealed two naked women, bound and gagged with duct tape.