The sight of my semen flowing out of her pussy while her legs are spread gives me a strange thrill.
Is it marking? Or is it the pleasure of some primal breeding instinct?
Not like it matters—no matter how much I creampie her, she won't get pregnant anyway.
The second message that appeared to everyone on the day the world ended:
[No new players will be entering.]
The meaning was simple.
No more children would be born.
It took people a while to realize it, but now everyone knows.
Thanks to that, I can cum inside as much as I want without a condom.
Looking at Ye-Ji's naked body, my dick is already hard.
I could just shove it in right now, but cumming isn't the only thing that matters.
How I cum is what's important.
I lean in close to Ye-Ji's face.
Her skin is nice, and her features are pretty.
I especially like her lips.
Plump, bouncy lips.
I lick them lightly with my tongue.
Why is the tongue so lewd? No matter where you put it, it feels dirty.
I push my tongue into her slightly parted lips.
Mmm… Feels good, but kissing isn't as fun when the other person isn't responding.
Guess I'll have to put something else in.
I press my hard Dick against Ye-Ji's lips.
Grabbing her jaw with one hand, I use my thumb to pry her teeth apart and push inside.
The warm sensation of her mouth envelops my dick, different from the heat of her pussy.
But this isn't all that great either.
The biggest downside of sleep control, I guess.
Since she doesn't move her tongue, there's barely any pleasure.
I lay Ye-Ji down and press my mouth against her chest.
Her tits.
Nothing beats tits.
No matter how many times I grope them, no matter how many times I suck them, it's never enough.
As I knead one breast with my hand and suck on the other, Ye-Ji's body twitches.
If she's signaling for me to put it in, I should oblige.
I grab her hips with both hands, line my Dick up with her pussy, and push inside.
My hands grip her slender waist as my hips move in rhythm.
The pleasure builds.
I move my hands from her waist to grope her tits.
"Ah."
A short moan escapes Ye-Ji's lips.
Hearing it, my grip on her tits tightens.
I squeeze as hard as I can, and Ye-Ji's pretty face twists slightly.
If I squeeze any harder, will she wake up?
Not like it matters right now.
The thought makes me feel like I can be a little rougher.
I pinch her nipples between my fingers and pull.
Soft, pink nipples.
I tug until her whole breast lifts, then let go—they bounce back into place.
I grab her hips again and thrust harder.
Thud thud thud thud.
The lewd sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
The bed creaks in rhythm, punctuated by Ye-Ji's occasional moans.
"Mmmph…"
Every time she moans, my Dick twitches.
I pause for a moment, then roll Ye-Ji onto her side.
I straddle one of her legs and push back in.
"Ngh—"
The tip of my Dick reaches deeper inside her than before.
Ye-Ji lets out a breathy moan.
Creak creak creak.
The bed rocks steadily.
"Nngh…"
Her moans grow more frequent.
Ah—I'm going to cum.
I empty myself deep inside her.
My Dick twitches inside her pussy until it's completely spent.
Ugh. Even though I took a stamina potion yesterday, it doesn't replenish semen. Going multiple rounds is tough.
Should I take zinc? But where would I even get zinc?
Even after cumming twice, I still can't get enough of her body.
Only about ten minutes of sleep time left.
I peel the tape off Ye-Ji's legs.
Then the restraints on her arms.
Laying her out properly, her full tits catch my eye again.
I turn her onto her side and lie down next to her, groping her chest.
Just resting my hand on her tits is satisfying enough.
I slide my hand down, tracing the curve of her underboob, then her stomach, then her hips.
So soft.
I want to stay like this forever.
Or take her to the bunker and—
"Tch. Fuck."
Whatever.
What am I even thinking?
I know exactly what kind of scum I am—a bastard who puts women to sleep just to satisfy his lust.
I know a life where we trust each other, where I care about her feelings, is impossible.
And starting with rape? Expecting a happy ending is a joke.
Not even bad porn or novels would try to sell that.
This isn't Stockholm syndrome.
One minute of sleep time left.
This "relationship" ends in one minute.
Normally, I'd kill the woman after sleep control, but I'll make an exception this time.
She doesn't even know me anyway.
If she survives, and if I get the chance, maybe I'll fuck her again someday.
Not like I have any attachment to her.
Just feeling a little cheap sympathy, that's all.
Right before the sleep time ends, I straighten Ye-Ji up and step back.
"H-Huh—?"
"Kim Ye-Ji. Don't move. Listen."
Realizing her hands are free, she starts to raise them to her face but freezes at my words.
"I'm not going to kill you."
I see her body tremble.
"How many coins do you have?"
"A-About… twelve thousand…"
She answers honestly, probably afraid I'll kill her otherwise.
Not like she could lie—I wouldn't know how many coins she has unless I killed her. But I believe her.
"I don't care if you find someone else to protect you or stretch your coins as far as you can. But if you're still here the next time I come, and you let us in, I'll give you enough coins to survive without relying on anyone else."
I know how stupid that sounds.
But I want to test her.
No, not a test—an experiment?
Or maybe just wishful thinking.
"I'd recommend staying inside. And don't let anyone in. Are you expecting anyone else?"
"Y-Yes…"
"How many?"
"Four…? No, five?"
"People you know?"
"Yes."
"Any of them off-limits?"
She stays silent for a long time before answering.
"No."
"Got it. Stay inside. Even if someone calls, pretend no one's home. My advice isn't an order. Do whatever you want. And lock the door as soon as you snap out of it."
Then, under my breath, I mutter:
"Sleep."
Ye-Ji collapses back into slumber, and I peel the tape off her eyelids.
I dress quickly, then take one last look at her naked body.
"'I'd recommend'? What kind of pretentious bullshit is that?"
I scoff at myself, then mutter again:
"Shop."
A large window pops up in front of me.
This isn't a game… How is any of this possible?
Even as I think that, my hands move on their own, scrolling through the food section.
Water's fine, so just food.
I buy about ten thousand coins' worth of canned goods and instant noodles.
The items clatter to the floor in front of me.
Once the transaction is done, I crack the door open and scan the hallway.
Empty.
Stepping out, I close the door behind me and tear off a piece of blue tape, sticking it between the door and the frame where it's not easily visible.
Now I'll know if the door's been opened later.
If the tape's still intact, it'll mean one of two things:
Either she died inside, or she took my advice.
I wait in the hallway until Ye-Ji's sleep time runs out.
Running into someone would be bad, but I'm not too worried.
The sleep time ends, and my heart starts pounding.
What will she choose?
Please, don't come out.
If she opens the door and steps out, then…
Click. Click.
The sound of the door locking.
Only then does my racing heart finally settle.
I smile without meaning to.
Hah. I'm a complete psycho.
No—in this fucked-up world, does this even count as crazy?
I quietly slip out of the officetel.
I'm still smiling on the way back to the bunker, but who knows how long that'll last.
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Three days later.
I've been holed up in the bunker, careful not to go outside.
No outside activity—just using my sleep skill on myself and passing time.
A life with no motivation.
All I want is to not starve. And to sleep.
Hah. I've turned into an animal. Eat, sleep, fuck… Well, 'fuck' covers a lot, but still.
I roll out of bed and lazily fill a cup noodle before heading to the monitor room.
After three days, I need to check the surroundings.
Eight CCTV cameras covering the bunker entrance and the mansion grounds.
The original owner was meticulous.
I'm impressed by how thorough the security is.
I fast-forward through the footage from the day I got back.
Nothing stands out.
Not many people wander outside after the apocalypse.
Unless it's a group of bandits or someone like me—a hyena.
The footage flies by, but nothing changes.
Trees swaying in the wind, the occasional stray dog or cat, trash rolling by.
Then something catches my eye.
I pause and rewind slightly.
A group of people passing by the mansion.
A familiar face.
The bastards I call "the rabid dogs."
Five men, two women.
The most dangerous group around here.
Psychopaths who attack and kill on sight.
...Wait, isn't that me too? What am I saying?
But there were seven men before. Why only five now?
Did some die? Or are they hiding in their base?
Either way, I can't run into them.
Each of them has a skill, and numbers alone make them a threat.
Especially for someone like me, with a non-lethal skill and a limit of only three uses.
Running into them means death.
Not like I plan to, though. Just keeping tabs.
I fast-forward again.
The footage is almost at the end when I spot something sneaking into the mansion.
I rewind and watch carefully.
A man and a woman, slipping inside.
Probably thought it looked safe.
Looks like about two hours ago.
What to do?
Don't care if they're inside.
There's nothing left in the mansion anyway.
I broke all the windows and wrecked the appliances.
Precautions in case squatters like them showed up.
I'll keep watching.
Them being there isn't a problem, but if they stay too long, it'll be harder for me to leave.
And they might find the bunker.
That's the one thing I can't risk.
This is the only place in this shitty world where I can stretch out and relax.