Chapter 16: Progress
The guy had his pants yanked down to his ankles, his cock dangling out, a bolt stuck deep in his shoulder. He tried to chamber the air gun for reload by forcing it open with his good arm, but the pain from the wound made his face twist in agony.
Instantly I lunged forward.
He hadn't finished reloading yet. The moment I saw him running in, he reached for the jungle knife tucked in his waistband, but my spear stabbed straight into his chest before he could swing.
The man who got speared was slammed backward against the wall, blood gushing from his mouth. He kept frantically waving his hand, refusing to let go of the jungle knife even while trying to kill me, but it never reached me. His movements grew slower and slower.
He collapsed, cock still out, and toppled sideways, cracking against the floor.
I pulled the helmet off and saw a hole punched straight through it. Shattered plastic chunks rained down from inside.
Luckily, one ear was completely torn off. A bullet must have gone through the helmet and grazed his head and ear. His hearing was slowly coming back too.
I jammed the spear through his head to confirm the kill, then grabbed the air gun. Bullets and a spare ammo pouch were stuffed in his clothes and bag.
The bullets were small and light, so even a tiny tube held a surprising amount. Easily over two hundred rounds. That was definitely an advantage over regular guns.
When I examined it closer, I spotted a long loader attached right next to the barrel. It held extra bullets that I could pull out. During firing it let me quickly snatch rounds from there for instant reload.
Since I'd acquired the air gun, my first target, I walked over to the naked woman tied face-down on the table.
She was sprawled on the table staring up at me, trying to move her limbs but only wiggling her hips weakly.
“Now… please untie me…”
“Were there no other members with that man?”
“Originally there were two more… but after the fight they all ran off. Thanks to that, the suffering was lighter…”
I stepped up to the woman still on the floor and grabbed her ass, then yanked her hair to lift her head. Her breasts were so huge they barely fit in one hand.
“Ahk…”
She had a good figure and was clearly beautiful, but her eyes were dead. Like she had given up on everything.
“If you want to use my body to satisfy your lust, go ahead… I can’t stop you. Just promise to kill me when you’re done.”
“Is there a man in the small room? Could he be her husband?”
The woman nodded weakly at my question.
“You’re the house owner after all…”
At my words she stared blankly into the air, her voice flat.
“…Yes. My husband was a businessman. He was kind to everyone too. When this disaster hit, he shared food with the people. The man you killed… he also asked for help, and my husband opened the door easily. Then he got killed… I was kept alive and tortured for days…”
The woman spilled out her entire life story without me even asking.
“Do you really want to kill me? If you do, I’ll do it right now.”
“Yeah… I don’t have any hope left anyway…”
I chambered the air gun and aimed it at her head, but her dead eyes didn’t change.
If any life instinct was left, her gaze should have flickered with fear by now. But she stayed completely calm.
— PAK!
The air gun shot rang out and a small hole appeared in her head, blood trickling down. I left the limp woman behind and searched the house for anything useful.
Inside I found a bag that looked like it held the air gun case. It contained several more ammo tubes. Because the bullets were small, one tube held a lot. This amount was enough to last a long time.
Other useful items were the weapons and tools the guy used, plus a generous supply of food.
Outside the air gun bag there were three food sacks. I stripped out anything heavy like alcohol and left only the weight of the food.
I carried the air gun back to the shelter at top speed.
After folding the air gun, I fired one round to test the mechanism. Since I’d already shot real guns in the army, it felt natural after a few tries.
The loading process itself was messy, so I focused on speeding up the reload instead.
I grabbed a bit of food and headed to the house where the bullies lived yesterday. It was the one directly across from our current shelter.
I knocked on the door and a small voice answered from inside. They hadn’t left yet.
“Open the door.”
She recognized my voice and opened it carefully, her expression showing fear.
“Y-You may come in.”
Her hair was tied up behind her head. Pretty face, but overall she had a cheap vibe. Thinking why, it was obvious from her smile — half-hearted, like she was trying to survive rather than showing real pride.
“Why didn’t you leave?”
“That’s… I did leave once. There was a man on the road who got beaten. I looked closer and he was dead, so I came back…”
“Weren’t my subordinates here?”
“No… I’ve been alone the whole time.”
When I put the food on the table her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t been fed, so she’d been starving.
“This is yours. Drink this water first.”
She was so thirsty she chugged the water I handed her in big gulps.
“I’m not giving it to you for free. It’s a trade.”
“Eh? Ah… yes. Of course…”
The woman looked startled, blushing as she glanced at me.
I walked over beside her and reached for her chest through her shirt.
She flinched but didn’t push my hand away. Just turned her face away, cheeks burning.
I lifted her shirt and pushed her bra up. Her small breasts bounced free. I squeezed them and rubbed her nipple between my fingers.
“Hahk…”
Her whole body trembled and she tried to hold back a moan, biting her lip.
With my hand sliding into her dolphin pants and panties, her pussy was already wet and ready.
I turned her body around and pushed her onto the sofa so her ass and pussy were fully exposed. Long, slender legs. I pulled out my cock and rubbed it against her slit before slamming it in roughly.
“Ugh… haa… haak…”
My cock thrust in and out between her ass cheeks with loud thwacks that echoed through the room. When I grabbed her hair and rammed deeper, her cries grew louder.
“Ahk… good…”
“It feels good when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes… o, oppa… you’re so handsome…”
She turned her head back with a lewd smile. No matter what, the hot guy always worked.
While pounding from behind I pulled her upper body close and kissed her on the mouth. She didn’t resist — instead she took my tongue deep. The piston kept moving the whole time.
I came all over her face, then returned to the shelter.
Late afternoon and the black guy and the key guy came back with several rectangular pots in their hands.
“Did you learn well?”
“Yes, we got some lettuce, green onions, and bean sprouts. While checking empty houses we collected all useful pots.”
“Did you hate us?”
“A bit… I was scared. But I guess I like growing food.”
“Good. You did well.”
Everyone was surprised when they saw the massive food and gun.
It was a shame the black guy and key guy didn’t know anything about the air gun, so I couldn’t give them advice.
“Now that we have a gun it feels solid.”
Black guy said with a mix of flattery.
“Right. But it’s an air gun, so power is weak. It won’t kill you in one shot easily.”
“But if a bullet embeds in the body you’ll be running for your life. Plus, it’s quiet, which is better than real guns.”
“Yes. In any case, it’s much better than the rubber-band crossbow.”
The key guy beside me jumped in enthusiastically.
“He, hyung. I’ll repair it and take it over. I’m pretty good with machines and tools.”
I didn’t ask his exact age, but the kid was clearly older than me. Still, I called him hyung a few times.
“Good. So you’re an important member. Listen to everyone. Too many people are a burden. They’re also noticeable and need a lot of food. There could be internal fights. I think it’s better to fight and survive with fewer people efficiently.”
The men and the women — winner girl, Pilates girl, and gym girl — all helped carry pots and soil for the indoor garden. I didn’t help myself; I just watched.
Rich soil could be scooped from the landscaping dirt in the apartment complex.
I spotted the Pilates girl avoiding heavy loads with a reluctant face.
Yeah, there were always women who did this, especially ones who thought they were princesses.
The Pilates girl’s butt was thrust out while squatting. Her jeans slipped down a bit, exposing her ass crack.
— THUD!
I walked up to the Pilates girl and gave her ass a low kick like a soccer ball. The woman toppled over with a startled look.
“Kyaa! …O, oppa… why…”
“If you don’t want to work, get out. There’s no room for someone who can’t do their share. Your pussy isn’t that valuable. Understand?”
“Yes, yes… s, sorry…”
“Why is your voice so small? Want another kick?”
“Ah, no! I, I’ll work hard!”
She bowed her waist in a quick bow and rushed off to work.
I saw the winner girl and gym girl exchange subtle smiles. They probably hated watching her hop around like that. Girls have a hard time saying it directly to each other.
The work continued until evening, shaping the balcony garden nicely. While they worked I carried the water I brought from the stream and poured it all over the garden.
Right now we only installed it in the balcony of our two houses, but once the plants grew well we could gradually expand to other houses.
Tonight I didn’t go out farming. Instead I walked the perimeter at night to guard against intruders.
We only needed to watch out for suspicious people entering the apartment complex.
Even the women took turns standing guard for one hour each. The men who served in the army knew the importance of it, but the women didn’t.
“I’ll just say this plainly. Anyone who falls asleep on guard or doesn’t properly check the surroundings will get a slap from me… or worse, a skull crack. A woman might even have her jaw crushed if she gets hit properly. Anyone who’s seen me seriously before knows this isn’t just a scare tactic.”
Looking at their faces they probably thought I was crazy. But since it was me doing it, they all tensed up for real.
The next morning I called the black guy and key guy over and gave them a new mission.
Immediately — make a portable water purifier.
“It’s not hard to bring enough water from the stream for drinking. But anyone who’s seen the stream water knows it’s not safe to drink raw. A purifier is necessary long-term.”
Both nodded, saying it was possible. We quickly discussed how, then instructed them to use the women’s labor as much as possible.
Just get some bodies for sex somewhere else and fuck and discard them. There were plenty of willing ones. No need for people who didn’t work properly.