A woman lying on the bed.
They say if your boobs spill to the sides when you lie down, they're truly big.
Those boobs are so plump, my hand just naturally reaches for them again.
Squeezing, kneading…
My hand won't pull away… Feels too good.
No, I can't just stay like this.
Got to get those dolphin shorts off quickly…
I lift the woman's legs into an M-shape and take a moment to admire the sight.
What a beautiful view—there's a different kind of thrill compared to seeing her completely naked.
While gently stroking her thighs, I use my thumb to push aside the dolphin shorts and the panties caught on my fingertips in one motion.
A pink pussy.
I've never seen such a pretty one before.
Plus, maybe because she's waxed, there's not a single strand of hair.
"Hah."
An involuntary sigh escapes me.
I'm almost proud of myself for deciding to come to this officetel today.
Her pussy is so pretty I end up staring at it for a long time.
Until now, pussies were just holes to stick things into—not something I ever thought of as pretty or worth admiring.
But this woman… Just looking at her gives me a sense of satisfaction.
I lightly touch her labia with my fingers.
I never really cared about caressing a woman's pussy before.
Since I didn't need to satisfy them, I'd always been indifferent.
As long as they got wet—and if they weren't, I'd just suck their tits or stick a finger in until they were wet enough to take me.
My fingertip brushes against something soft and round, like a tiny bead.
A sensation like a small nipple.
I slide my middle finger in just a little.
She's not fully wet yet, so I can feel the texture inside her pussy clearly.
The woman squirms slightly.
I don't know much about G-spots or whatever.
But I do know that when I slide a finger in and lightly stroke inside, women tend to twitch like this.
My fingers grow wet, and her spread legs tremble slightly, trying to close.
Ah, no you don't.
I press my body against hers to keep her legs from closing and push my finger in deeper.
She shudders slightly.
This reaction—I love it.
If women didn't react like this, I wouldn't even bother hunting them down.
I'd just lock myself up with an onahole or a love doll.
But the raw, twitching responses—that's why I go through all this trouble.
A coward like me doesn't have the guts to do this to a woman while she's awake.
So I just put them to sleep and indulge in their bodies like this.
I stroke her inner walls with my fingers.
Her squirming grows more intense.
Her hips buck slightly—seems like she's feeling it.
The proof? She's dripping wet.
Good, this is enough.
I press the tip of my hard dick against her pussy.
Just the head is in, but it already feels amazing.
I push deeper inside.
"Mmm…"
Her hips lift slightly as she lets out a moan.
Yes—this reaction. This is what I want.
I take in the sight of her—her splayed boobs, the dolphin shorts, my dick buried between her legs.
An incredibly arousing sight.
I start moving my hips slowly.
Squelch, squelch…
I'm turned on, but doing it with the dolphin shorts pushed aside is more awkward than I thought.
It looks good, but it's not really my thing.
I pull out and strip off her shorts and panties completely.
Now her naked body is fully exposed.
Yeah, this is much better.
I grab my dick to insert it again, but her fully exposed pussy catches my eye.
Glossy, wet, completely hairless—so clean.
Before thrusting in, I feel like tasting her while she's still fresh.
I grab her thighs and bring my face to her pussy.
No unpleasant scent at all.
In fact, it's the first time I've smelled something so nice from a woman's pussy.
Maybe she washed thoroughly since she was at home and before I arrived?
It doesn't smell like a woman's natural scent—more like body wash.
I lick her pussy.
The smoothness, the softness against my tongue.
Then I push my tongue inside.
A slightly tangy taste—not exactly delicious, but it feels dirty in a good way.
As I move my tongue around, her body squirms more.
Does it feel good? Is it really that good?
A sensation I'll never experience as a man.
Her hips buck, and her knees keep trying to close.
Her reactions are so good I keep teasing her with my tongue.
Her juices flow even more, and my dick grows harder.
"Can't hold back anymore. Got to fuck her."
I push my dick into her slick pussy.
The feeling of my dick entering a woman's warm body always gives me an electrifying thrill.
A sense of conquest, of achievement.
The kind of feeling that drives men wild.
My fully hard dick fits snugly inside her.
Every inch of my shaft feels like it's pressed tightly against her walls.
Now I understand what people mean when they say they can feel the ridges of a woman's pussy.
How can it feel this good?
I've hunted plenty of women, but I've never had one who felt this amazing.
Her face, her tits, her body, even the inside of her pussy—all perfect.
I've barely started moving, but I can already feel the pressure building.
Trying to hold back, I thrust faster, desperate to prolong the pleasure.
When I can't hold back anymore, I bury myself deep inside her and let go.
"Ngh—!"
The pleasure is so intense I tense up, my stomach muscles twitching uncontrollably.
This might be the best sex I've ever had.
The satisfaction afterward is unlike anything I've felt before.
If this keeps up, I might actually become a sage.
I pull out my limp dick and look at the woman sprawled on the bed.
A bit of greed stirs in me.
I can't just kill a woman like this.
It'd be a loss for humanity.
I go to the bathroom to wash off my cum-covered dick, then return.
I didn't dry it properly, so water droplets drip onto the floor.
Five minutes of sleep time left.
I take duct tape from my bag.
I've never done this before, but it's my first attempt.
My heart pounds wildly.
The old me could only imagine doing something like this.
That's why I've simulated it in my head dozens, hundreds of times.
I gather her arms above her head and wrap them tightly in duct tape.
Enough that she could never break free on her own.
Then I spread her legs into an M-shape and tape her thighs and calves together.
Hmm, looks good.
Just like in those adult videos.
Next time, I should bring black tape instead of silver.
Finally, I tape her eyes and mouth shut.
Who knows what skills she might have?
Everyone got to choose one skill when the world changed.
If she wakes up and attacks me, I need to be ready.
One minute of sleep time left. I scan the room.
A bag on the dresser catches my eye. I rummage through it.
A designer wallet with a luxury logo—inside, I find her ID.
"Kim Ye-ji. Twenty-two. Nice."
"Mmm…"
Just as I think that, she starts waking up.
"Mmmpfh! Mmm—mmph!"
She struggles, mumbling something through the tape.
I let her flail for a bit.
This is my first time doing this, but I've simulated it enough.
I've also read plenty of guides written by self-proclaimed experts.
After a while, she seems to fully grasp her situation.
She must realize her arms are bound, her legs tied in an awkward position.
That she's naked, that something feels off down there.
And with her eyes taped shut and mouth sealed, the fear must be overwhelming.
She stops struggling—probably focusing all her senses on hearing, her only way to perceive her surroundings now.
I walk over quietly and stand beside her.
"Kim Ye-ji."
She flinches at my voice.
"I'll take the tape off your mouth. If you say anything unnecessary or lie, it goes back on. If you try anything stupid, I'll kill you. So answer properly and don't do anything that'll make me misunderstand. Nod if you understand."
Ye-ji breathes heavily through her nose and nods.
"Off."
Making her think there are multiple people here will keep her from trying anything.
So I give orders like there's a team, then peel the tape off her mouth.
"Hah… hah… Please, let me go."
"I said no unnecessary talk."
She trembles and clamps her mouth shut.
Seeing her naked, shivering like this, my dick starts hardening again even without a recovery potion.
Maybe I have a bit of an S streak?
"What's your skill?"
She hesitates slightly.
In this brutal world, skills are like a lifeline—so she's not stupid enough to reveal it right away.
"Kill her."
"C-Can manufacture canned beer! I can make canned beer!" she blurts out in panic.
"Still lying in this situation? Kill her."
"It's true! I can show you!"
I'm baffled but keep it to myself.
Canned beer manufacturing? Is she insane? Or just an idiot?
In this hellish world, with only one skill to choose, she picked beer-making?
"Do it."
Trembling, she opens her mouth.
"Canned beer."
A can of beer materializes between her legs.
Stunned, I pick it up.
It's ice-cold, like straight from a fridge.
The design is identical to commercial canned beer.
I crack it open and take a small sip—tastes exactly like the real thing.
"Ptui."
Belatedly, I worry it might be poisoned, but nothing happens.
Come to think of it, those four guys who collapsed near the elevator earlier were carrying bags of canned beer.
"What's your relationship with those four men from earlier?"
"I-I don't really know them… They live in this officetel and kept hanging around, saying they'd protect me…"
"You just let random men into your place?"
"I have to survive too!"
She doesn't seem to be lying.
In a world like this, a defenseless woman has no choice but to rely on others—whether by gaining strength herself or sticking close to those who have it.
I step back and whisper my sleep skill.
"Sleep."
Ye-ji passes out again.
I sit beside her and think.
What should I do?
Part of me wants to take her to my bunker, but it won't be easy.
I've already crossed a line, though.
As I ponder, my eyes drift to her large boobs her M-shaped legs, her pink pussy.
Ah, screw it.
I'll fuck her one more time, then figure it out.