The Women's Vengeance
The pigs, bound hand and foot and unable to move a muscle as they lay sprawled across the floor, spotted the women who had emerged behind us. Their faces twisted with utter panic as they began to thrash and squirm.
“Hey, pigs. This is probably going to hurt quite a lot.”
“Just don’t die on us, nya.”
With those words, the women—who had finally adjusted their eyes to the light—caught sight of the pigs rolling on the ground. Fury etched across their faces, they charged forward and began unleashing merciless violence.
“Die! You sons of bitches!”
The only words I could clearly understand from the women were spoken in voices thick with vengeful, bloodthirsty hatred. Thud. Thud. Thud. Even as they staggered on the verge of collapse, they kicked savagely. Some had produced clubs from somewhere and brought them down with frenzied force. The sheer madness of it made me realize just how deep their grudge ran.
“Wow~ Did she used to play soccer? Those kicks are incredibly clean.”
“Nya, looks like someone’s testicles just got crushed, nya.”
“Oof, that must hurt enough to kill a man.”
“They needed women for species preservation, so I can’t understand why they treated them this way.”
“If they were the sort to care about things like that, none of this would have happened in the first place. These bastards only think about immediate pleasure. The future never crosses their minds.”
“Nya, another one’s balls just burst, nya.”
As time passed, more and more of the men foamed at the mouth, rolled their eyes back, and trembled violently. The woman wearing the translation ring appeared to be the leader of the group. She began issuing proper orders, her words boiling down to this:
“Smash them all! Make sure they can never get it up again!”
“...That’s terrifying, nya.”
“Wow… That sends chills down my spine.”
Oppa subtly covered his crotch with one hand and hunched forward. The revenge continued until the women, having exhausted the resentment they had accumulated, finally collapsed from fatigue. Not a single one of the fallen pigs remained intact.
“Everything down there is completely crushed, nya. They’re all eunuchs now, nya.”
“Surprisingly, none of them died from shock.”
“Eunuch or not, it doesn’t matter. For now, let the women rest here while the rest of us head up to bring Madam and Ruya down too.”
“Yes, Oppa.”
After telling the women to rest, we headed upward. We ignored the men we encountered along the way who shouted at us, passed the eighth floor, and made our way to the rooftop. The moment we opened the door and stepped out, Ruya and Madam—who had been waiting inside the camper—greeted us warmly.
“You’re back? Nothing serious happened, I hope?”
“Well, there was a small issue, but it wasn’t anything major.”
“We met survivors and a fight broke out, nya.”
“Of course, we subdued them all and rescued the survivors who had been exploited.”
“My goodness. So such things really do happen in worlds like this.”
Strictly speaking, our own family operated on a structure that exploited those beneath us, yet Madam spoke as if the idea had never occurred to her. Still, since the people directly involved—Charlotte and Ruya—never thought of it that way and were actually happy with their positions, it didn’t seem right to view the situations as equivalent.
We explained everything that had happened below to the pair, made the necessary preparations together, and headed back down. Then came the truly grueling labor of gathering all the men from the eighth and sixth floors and moving them to the fourth. Even though we were powerful hunters, transporting nearly twenty-five men was backbreaking work.
“Nya! I’m going to die from exhaustion, nya!”
“Why are we doing this kind of labor…”
“Couldn’t we just untie their legs and make them walk?”
“Look at their eyes. The second they get a chance, they’ll either run or attack.”
At Oppa’s words, I glanced down at the face of the man whose leg I was dragging. He was pretending otherwise, but his burning glare and twisted features were filled with clear resentment.
“He still hasn’t learned his lesson. Even after getting so thoroughly beaten.”
“Men like this can’t be rehabilitated. Their entire mindset is different from that of normal people.”
Bam!
“Ugh!”
“Where do you think you’re staring at my woman’s underwear? You’re asking for a beating.”
The man, who had been dragged along by his leg yet continued staring intently at my crotch, took a blow to the head from Oppa and passed out.
“That seems a little unfair. Elisha is practically displaying it openly.”
“Can’t be helped with a male, nya.”
“Hohoho.”
Together with Madam—who was carrying the lightest man—the five of us each transported one, eventually gathering a total of forty men on the fourth floor. The women, who had grown considerably calmer, radiated a menacing aura as they looked at the men we had brought, but they refrained from further violence.
While I was tossing the last man aside like a piece of baggage, the leader of the women wearing the translation ring approached and asked.
“Um… What do you plan to do with them?”
“I’m still considering it.”
“Having lived under them all this time, we recommend killing them.”
Her piercing gaze remained resolute as she spoke, and the other women nodded in agreement behind her. When Oppa continued listening silently, she spoke again.
“If the act of murder makes you uncomfortable, we will handle it ourselves. At the very least, we won’t feel any guilt about killing those bastards.”
“Give me a moment to discuss it with my companions.”
After sending her away, Oppa gathered us and spoke.
“What do you all think? Will we stand by and allow them to kill those men, or will we stop them? We need to choose.”
“Just let them kill the bastards, nya. They’re not worth worrying about, nya.”
“From what we heard, there’s no real reason to keep them alive, is there? It wasn’t unavoidable killing for survival—they enjoyed murder itself.”
“It’s obvious how those kinds of humans would have treated others. Moreover, by letting them personally eliminate a common enemy, it will strengthen their sense of unity. It should help with future cohesion.”
“I agree.”
Keeping them alive would only create countless future headaches, yet we ourselves didn’t harbor enough personal grudge to carry out the killings. Besides, this was already a lawless zone where the nation that once enforced laws had long since collapsed. There was no obligation to protect the human rights of murderers. If overlooking the settlement of their vendetta would resolve the problem cleanly, it seemed like the sensible choice.
Once he had confirmed everyone’s agreement, Oppa approached the woman and asked.
“We’ll step aside and give you the space. Do you need any weapons?”
“It’s fine. We’ll take care of it ourselves.”
She thanked us for giving them the opportunity. While we went up to the rooftop to retrieve our luggage and came back down, the women had torn out the boarded-up windows on the fourth floor. They began pushing the men—whose limbs were still bound and immobile—out one by one, letting them fall.
The women didn’t even flinch at the sight of the men screaming in despair as they plummeted to their deaths on the ground below. One after another, all forty men were dropped and killed. Dropping them from such a height was an efficient method—it disposed of both the lives and the bodies outside the building at the same time.
While we cleared all the blocked windows on the eighth floor to let in the light and cleaned the area near the rooftop entrance to set up our tents, the woman who had finished dealing with all the men came up and reported.
“We’ve taken care of them all. The interior of the mart is now completely safe.”
“Have you checked the remaining food and supplies?”
“Yes. Once they realized they were about to die, they spilled everything without hesitation.”
Perhaps recalling the men’s ugly behavior, a look of contempt flickered across her face before vanishing.
“There was a massive logistics warehouse in the mart’s basement. It was packed with bottled water and enough preserved food to last for ages. They had all those supplies stored up, yet they deliberately sent people outside to die. Those bastards… Ah, they’re already dead. Ahaha.”
“No wonder they were so plump, nya.”
“Then our first priority should be recovering our strength. Only then can we do anything else.”
“Yes, for now we plan to eat well and rest well. We’ll stay on the comfortable fourth floor. Please call us if you need anything.”
“Make sure to go up to the rooftop occasionally to get some sunlight. It’s unhealthy to go too long without it.”
“Thank you.”
She kept bowing and expressing her gratitude before leaving. With no hostile forces left and instead friendly people residing here, the mart was more than sufficient as a base that could sustain us for several months.
With all urgent matters settled, we shed our hunter equipment, changed into comfortable clothes, and rested while gazing out the windows.
“Getting stranded during our vacation… how unlucky, nya.”
“Still, this is better than the alternatives. If we’d fallen into an environment where humans literally couldn’t survive, it would have been far worse.”
“The sunlight looks intense. Should we leave the camper doors open?”
“Ah, right. We should. Let’s go together.”
Watching Oppa and Ruya gather their things and stand, I spoke up.
“I’ll check the basement warehouse and return.”
“Why the basement warehouse?”
“I want to accurately assess whether it’s safe and exactly how much supplies we have.”
“Well, that’s not a bad idea. If we’re truly unlucky, we might have to stay here for over two months.”
“Hohoho, I’ll go meet the women on the fourth floor.”
Madam wore a smiling face, but something in her eyes suggested she had an ulterior motive.
“Oh, keep the walkie-talkie on. Channel one.”
“Yes.”
Charlotte said she was sleepy and slipped into the tent, while the rest of the family scattered to handle their own tasks. I went down to the fourth floor with Madam, asked where the entrance to the basement warehouse was, and reached it via the dedicated staircase.
I had thought only the fourth floor had power, but the basement warehouse was lit as well. Now that I thought about it, they must be running an emergency generator. The fact that electricity was available in even part of the building despite the total outage suggested there was a fuel-powered generator somewhere in the mart.
In any case, the warehouse we discovered contained an enormous quantity of supplies. One entire wall was lined with bottled water, long-term storage ingredients, and all kinds of manufactured goods filled every available space.
“With this much, proper management could easily last us several years.”
I had found it strange that they were able to maintain a group of forty without issues even in such extreme conditions, but now I understood—they had a solid foundation to rely on. While I walked around the warehouse compiling an inventory list and noting quantities, I discovered various seeds. Along with landscaping supplies, there were quite a few boxes containing seeds for vegetables and fruits. If we used the rooftop for farming, we might be able to grow fresh produce.
Still, I wondered whether growing plants on the rooftop might cause plant monsters to sprout. Since I had no idea how aggressively the spores could propagate, we would need to be cautious.
I selected a few interesting canned goods I had never seen on Earth or in Eden, packed them into a box, and returned to the fourth floor. There, Madam and the woman wearing the translation ring were seated on sofas across from each other at a table, engaged in friendly conversation.
Madam noticed me coming up with the box and beckoned me over. I approached, and she introduced me to the women.
“This is Elisha Dryvyq. Elisha, this is Zaras Horana, the representative of this place.”
“Hello.”
“Ah, hello.”
I had finally learned the name of the woman who had first stepped forward to receive the translation ring. The gloomy aura typical of someone who had suffered long oppression had largely vanished from her; vitality was beginning to return.
“I was discussing future plans with Miss Horana.”
“Is that so?”
“Even though the world has been destroyed, surviving humanity must continue onward. Madam Ekaterina offered a great deal of advice.”
“Hohoho.”
Judging from Madam’s satisfied expression, it seemed her objectives had been partially achieved.
Horana had originally been a clerk at this mart. When plant monsters isolated the building, she had cooperated with the existing survivors to fortify it and hold out. Later, mistaking a group of gangsters for fellow survivors, they had let them in. The gangsters attacked, she lost the people she was close to, and ended up living like a slave.
Even in such bleak circumstances, she never gave up. She cared for the other women and bravely stepped forward to voice demands to the gangsters—a truly spirited woman.
“Although I didn’t know their true nature, I consider it my own karma for agreeing to let those thugs into the mart.”
“The crimes were committed by them. Please don’t carry any guilt.”
“Thank you.”
With clear eyes, she thanked us, then glanced at me with slight curiosity.
“May I ask a question?”
“Of course.”
“Those horns and the tail… they aren’t decorations, are they?”
“No, they’re real.”
“Wow~ So other dimensional worlds truly exist. Looking at your companions, it seems the people from your world have many different appearances.”
“Hohoho, we all belong to different races. My husband and I are human, the one with long ears is an elf, the cat-like one is a beastkin, and Elisha is a dragonkin.”
“Aha, so different species.”
Huh? Dragonkin?
At the unexpected introduction, I whispered to Madam.
“Dragonkin?”
“It’s better to keep your identity as a succubus hidden for the future as well. Fortunately, both the horns and tail look reptilian, so claiming you’re a dragonkin shouldn’t cause any problems.”
“I see.”
Since Madam had her reasons, she must have decided to introduce me that way. I simply accepted it.
Horana stared at my horns and tail with eyes full of fascination. Then, her hand twitching slightly, she asked.
“If it’s not too rude… may I touch them lightly?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
With careful fingers, she touched the black horns that rose from both sides of my head, curving forward and upward. The thickness and texture seemed to please her; she squeezed and released them repeatedly as she explored.
“What does it feel like when someone touches them?”
“I don’t really feel anything. They’re essentially just bones connected to my skull.”
“It doesn’t feel pleasurable or anything like that?”
“Pardon? No.”
Of course, if a man grabbed my horns and forced me into fellatio, it felt good—but simply having them touched didn’t produce any particular sensation.
“Hehe… I thought dragonkin horns were supposed to be an erogenous zone by default…”
“Pardon?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. Ahaha…”
She laughed awkwardly and returned to her seat. Then, with an expectant expression, she asked again.
“Can you use magic as well?”
“Yes, to an extent.”
I created a small fireball at my fingertip using the lighter magic that activated instantly from how often I used it. She watched the tiny flame with wide eyes, then clapped her hands in delight.
“Wow! Real magic! I never imagined I’d live to see the day I witnessed actual magic.”
After serving as a brief spectacle, I was finally able to head back up to the eighth floor with Madam.