Starving World
I ate and suddenly my libido spiked. This time I headed straight for the bullies’ room and got tangled up with her.
Her moans were way too loud. I wonder if she was just performing for Pilates or something.
“How’s the outside?”
After we finished, the bully asked me.
“On the streets, bodies are piling up. The number of beggars and homeless people keeps growing. Families are almost wiped out—there’s hardly a single house left standing.”
“Two weeks have passed… people who can’t hang on to their food supplies will start dying soon.”
“I got an air gun. There was this chubby bastard who broke into a newlywed couple’s house. He killed the husband, tied up the wife, and raped her. The crazy part? The husband was this really nice guy who shared food with everyone. The fat guy and his crew used that kindness to just walk in. Husband’s dead, wife’s been through hell.”
“This world has no trustworthy people left.”
“Exactly. Right now, if I was flirting with you and trying to stab you in the back, you’d think it was normal.”
“Me? I just want to date you…”
“What? I’m the one who raped you.”
“But you’re a top-tier guy, so it’s fine. When you first pinned me down, there was this secret thrill…”
“You’re crazy…”
“But it’s true…”
“Still, I’m not interested in dating you. There are tons of women I can just fuck whenever I want. Why settle for one?”
“Am I supposed to date a woman just for sex?”
“I was never interested in dating anyway. There are a lot of guys like me.”
Yeah, this girl’s face is pretty enough. Clean-cut and sharp. Big breasts and that tight waist you can barely resist grabbing.
But what’s the point of dating? Spending the whole day glued together? Nah, better to just fuck whichever woman I feel like.
“If I let you fuck other women, would that be okay?”
“Why would I need your permission? I’m the master here and you’re my slave.”
The bully stuck her tongue out, we went at it one more time, then I left the room. She still went wild, groaning louder than ever like it was the first time.
From the balcony I saw the gym girl watering her vegetable patch, carefully inspecting the lettuces. I guess she’s really into gardening.
“You like growing plants? Are you talking to them or something?”
I walked up and greeted her.
“Ah… I’m drooling just watching you. Eating pork belly with lettuce is so good…”
Her mouth was watering. She just wanted to eat the pork belly with the lettuce…
To have real pork belly I’d have to catch a wild boar. I’ve got the air gun—easy enough if I spot one.
The key guy and the black guy asked if it was okay to check out the thugs and the women from yesterday. They just wanted to have some fun.
“Don’t stay too long. I already brought some food earlier. They probably won’t leave anytime soon.”
That evening the black guy showed up with a water-purification setup made from plastic bottles.
Cloth and stockings for the filter, gravel, sand, dirt, and charcoal powder for the rest. Not for drinking right away—just enough to strain out the dirt.
“It can only strain one bottle at a time. If we make more we’ll be good.”
We poured river water into the bottle. The women crowded around and stared in amazement.
At least the water looked clean on the surface.
“It’s getting pretty clean. Boil it and run it through the filter and it’ll be safe.”
The final filter was a commercial one. Everyone has those in their kitchens, so we can just grab them. Even without it, boiling the water would keep us alive.
“Wow, this really feels like camping in the wild.”
The bully thought it was hilarious and everyone laughed. At least we finally had water.
***
When night fell I prepared for the next raid. We were hitting the nearby villas we scouted earlier.
Air gun on my back, crossbow on my shoulder, jungle knife on my thigh, tactical knife on my calf.
We reached the area in minutes.
The empty houses had multiplied. But not just the empty ones—people at death’s door from empty stomachs were everywhere.
We picked a door and slipped inside. They knew we were intruders, but they were just lying there with their eyes half-open. They had no strength left.
Their eyes held nothing—no fear, no hope—only the dead stare of people already giving up. In a few days those eyes would turn fully lifeless.
Individual survivors hoarding food were almost nonexistent now.
To survive, people had to band together in groups.
A gun would be nice, but with none around numbers would still decide everything.
Some people were trying small backyard gardens, but the patches were too tiny to matter. Most of them hadn’t even started yet.
We kept searching houses and found a little food here and there.
Unlike the crossbow we couldn’t hide, when we brandished a gun they didn’t fight back. Their instincts screamed that guns meant danger.
Most houses only had scraps left. But one house had a real group.
A beep sounded and the black guy cautiously opened the door. A guy with a gun rushed out like he was waiting for us.
I fired the air gun straight at his belly. The impact wasn’t heavy enough to knock him down, but he clutched his stomach and doubled over.
“G-Gun! Fuck!”
From behind me another guy charged out, so the key guy and I switched to the crossbow.
The man hit in the chest and shoulder screamed and staggered back. The others froze in fear.
Time to reload.
I quickly racked the air gun, chambered a round, and stepped inside. Two men were down, three more staggered.
“All weapons down!”
One of the hesitant guys threw a knife at me. I dodged and shot him in the chest. I stepped back, racked the gun again—four seconds flat.
The remaining two dropped their guns and raised their hands.
“H-Hey! Surrender! We’re surrendering! Don’t shoot!”
I told them to lie face-down on the floor and ordered my guys to tie them up.
After they were bound we moved room to room. These guys were loaded. One room had spare weapons and food stacked high. The kitchen had more but they hid the rest here.
In another room two young women sat in the corner, only blankets covering them. I pulled the blankets off the one in the back and her hands were already tied in front. She was completely naked—clearly being used as a toy.
The rough pull exposed her. She quickly crossed her legs and covered her chest with her hands.
“S-Save us! We were kidnapped!”
Is this the rape capital? Not long ago a country where one woman’s word could send a man to prison now had us here. South Korea was supposed to be Confucian, right?
These women aren’t ugly. Why bring ugly ones to a rape den? Both looked early twenties, attractive.
I walked over to the two men tied face-down in the living room.
“Do you have more in your group? Or connected groups?”
“W-What? Just let us go… we’re low-level. Hundreds of higher-ups above us… if you quietly leave now…”
I stabbed the calf of the guy who was bluffing with the crossbow bolt.
“K-Kyah!”
“Is what he said true?”
“…I-I…”
“More?”
“N-No more! We’re all of them! S-Save us! You can take the women and food—please!”
The guy who answered looked at the bluffer with pure terror.
I pushed the crossbow bolt deep into their heads. The back of the skull is the best place—clean, no noise, instant death. I gave the same to the other guys.
[ Soul Absorption x5 ]
[ Super Regeneration: 46 ]
So it’s up to forty-six now. My regeneration must be stronger.
***
I dumped the dead bodies into one room and sat in the living room munching snacks.
In front of me the key guy and the black guy were fucking the women. Their moans filled the entire house.
The captured women were already full after eating. They were thrilled that the men who took them were dead and they could finally eat.
When I told them I’d free the girl who sucked my cock right after, their eyes went wild. This bastard must be good or bad—who knows.
One woman immediately took my cock into her mouth while another started sucking my balls and asshole with zero hesitation.
They were thorough. When I finished the key guy and the black guy took their turns.
I watched the black guy pounding the face-down woman. The body was exactly the kind that would make heads turn on the streets.
I was always thinking about how I’d meet a girl like that, never imagining my boyfriend would be jealous.
I chewed my snack and approached the woman the black guy was fucking.
“How long have you been held here?”
The woman, still on her stomach, lifted her head slightly to look at me.
“T-Three days… ahh… hah…”
Even while being pounded she answered with her best effort. The black guy grabbed her hair and pulled her head straight up.
“You guys killed these men so you’re grateful, right?”
“Y-Yes… thank you…”
“You’ve been through horrible things, haven’t you?”
“Sniff… r-rape… make us dance naked… force us into humiliating positions… they kept playing with us…”
“The guys who do the same thing ask the same question. Right now your pussy must be aching… If you head toward the river you’ll find Geumseon Apartments. If you’re starving to death come there. I’ll at least keep you alive.”
“Yes… I understand… ah… hah… hah…”
Both the key guy and the black guy finished and left some food and weapons behind.
The women kneeling in the corner shot us dirty, fearful glances. They’d been raped but were given food. For now they were alive and free, so they felt relieved.
The food we brought filled the thin bags and the backpacks we carried. That was all the food in the house.
Clearly the raiders were swimming in surplus while ordinary people were starving. We were living in a world where survival meant fighting for your life.
It was only going to get worse. To get food we’d have to fight other groups.
After today’s hunt I came home. The bully on night watch greeted me with a big smile. Seeing the bulging bags she went even wilder.