The Round Girl
Two men were smoking cigarettes in the alley.
"If I fire first, quickly take care of the other one."
The distance was not far — about thirty meters.
**PAK!**
The air gun's first bullet pierced one man's head, and that was the signal. The fighter leaped out.
"Eh... eh..."
He was luckily a stupid guy who couldn't even scream, and the iron pipe struck his head, dropping him. The fighter tried to confirm kill, but I stopped him.
"I will do the confirm kill. Just make him unconscious."
I pushed the door forcefully, piercing the fallen man's head.
**[Soul Absorption 2]**
**[Super Regeneration: 126]**
I glanced at the fighter; his eyes were shaking. If he saw me trying to do the confirm kill, he'd think I'm a psychopath who enjoys killing.
I held the air gun, leading the way, and the fighter followed behind.
From the noise on the third floor, there was clearly an office gathering up there.
The voices shouting from inside the iron door on the third floor leaked out.
"I heard that guy fought really well earlier."
"He's a pro. He's the kind who entered UFC. I've seen several fights from Gyeonggi."
"Really? Wow, shit... he's really dangerous."
"Hey, even with weapons, they're all the same anyway. Is there anyone who doesn't die from getting hit by a knife?"
They were chatting about the fighter, and upon closer listening, women's voices were also audible.
"Ulp ulp! Uuuuuh!"
"They're still twitching like fish being pulled out."
"Did you cum inside too?"
"Of course. It tastes best when you cum inside."
"But this year... did they get breast implants?"
"Just from looking, it seems like it... but the feel is so real..."
"Come out quickly, it's my turn. Hah, shit... one mistake in pulling and it becomes the tenth?!"
" Kkuk. Anyway, I'll pull seven times today. Fuck, the bitch is making me horny."
"Shut up, can you even go up to seven?"
It was clearly the voice of that woman from earlier. They seemed to have already turned the tables.
Her tone sounded like young neighborhood delinquents, but from what I'd seen, she appeared as an ordinary working woman of various age groups. In a world where law and etiquette were gone, everyone was naturally revealing their true self, wasn't it?
By the way, how do I open this door? No key, and no pry bar right now... Should I go back and get one...
"That bitch is crying again. Now it's just starting. We're not stopping and we're going to keep pulling. Hearing her cry makes me even hornier. Grab her arms there."
The sound of **thud thud** and the woman's painful moans continued. Laughter occasionally burst out.
"Hey hey, more fluid coming out. It's a fountain, a fountain."
"Oh, damn it. This time I'll do it."
The slapping sound returned. The guys' endless talking mixed with the woman's moans.
"Brother... how do we get inside? Should we get tools or something?"
The fighter came close to me and whispered.
"Wait a moment. But are you okay? You're not really a lover, right?"
"Yes, well... it's a bit pitiful, but actually I was forced too... still, I don't want Hye-jeong to be treated like that by those guys..."
Ah... so this guy was like that too. After raping, he probably dragged her away by force or persuasion. And that woman's name is Hye-jeong.
"Ah, but why aren't those cigarette guys coming out. I'll go out and take one too."
One of them seemed to be going outside. We hid behind the door and waited.
Soon the door opened, and our eyes met with the guy. He was a man in his thirties with ordinary appearance.
The fighter's iron pipe struck the guy's head, dropping him. I quickly inserted the gun barrel inside the opened door and fired at the nearby man.
"Aaaah! What the hell!"
"What the hell! Everyone, grab weapons!"
Chaos erupted inside. I quickly loaded the air gun. My broken arm had recovered quite a bit compared to before, but loading was definitely harder.
In front of me, as instructed, the fighter stood blocking my front. But he wasn't entering inside.
When the guys seemed about to charge, I fired one more shot. A man clutched his chest and fell. If a shot hits the chest properly, there's a high probability of death from respiratory distress within a few minutes.
While the fighter held back the charging guys, he swung the iron pipe and sent another one flying.
Screams and curses exploded. Yet they couldn't easily attack the burly fighter.
**PAK!**
Whenever they hesitated, the air gun fired without fail, dropping one man.
The guys, unable to attack because of their comrades, charged in with iron pipes, but the fighter had somehow grabbed one by the neck and used him as a shield. With his tremendous size and strength, he could use a person as a shield.
The shield's body was covered in blood as they couldn't attack easily due to their companions and the shield had already been stabbed several times.
I fired the air gun as loaded. Now about ten were left. The fighter swung the iron pipe and dropped another one.
The guys looked panicked. They were terrified and couldn't attack easily.
Another man fell from the air gun.
"AAAAAAAHHH! MY EYE!!"
One guy clutched his eye hit by the gun, rolling on the floor, screaming like a madman. The horrifying screams spread fear among the guys.
"W-we have to run away!"
A terrified shout came out. They ran toward the far opposite side, opened the door, and escaped. There was a door there too.
When one fled, the others began running away.
The fighter started smashing the heads of the fleeing guys one by one, and I chased after them, stabbing their backs with the iron pipe.
About four had fled. The rest mostly died or fell with injuries.
The iron pipe used by the fighter didn't instantly kill by hitting the head, so it was quite useful. It was great for me to confirm kill the stunned guys one by one.
**[Soul Absorption 10]**
**[Super Regeneration: 136]**
All twelve kills. Looking out the window, the remaining ones were jumping and running into the distant alley.
"Clearly you fight well. From now on, only use the iron pipe. That's good."
The fighter was covered in blood all over, but most of it seemed to be the guys' blood rather than his own.
Among the corpses, there was the woman who had been captured earlier. She had clothes on, but her top was torn, exposing her breasts, and her pants were completely torn below the hips. Moreover, semen was dripping from her pussy.
Her both hands were tied with ropes, a pair of panties in her mouth as a gag, and her legs were spread wide and bound.
I approached the woman, pulled the panty out of her mouth, and said while loosening the ropes tied to her body.
"It's okay now. All these guys are dead and fled."
"T-thank you... Hic..."
The woman, who had been terrified, burst into tears at my words. I saw she had some bruises on her face too. Had she resisted and gotten hit a few times? Tears and splotches covered her face.
Still, she thanked me. Because she was alive, she kept crying. She wasn't a strong one. Without looks, it would be hard to survive.
"You, what's your relationship with him? Tell me everything honestly."
The woman glanced at the fighter with her eyes. It was never a gaze of looking at a lover.
"When I was a round girl during the fights... we only exchanged a few greetings. How did you know and enter my house?"
"Ah, really? You're a stalker?"
"Ah, no. I only knew the neighborhood where he lived. I saw him on the street by chance and followed him."
"And he raped you?"
The woman answered angrily to my question.
"T-two guys. They raped me all night straight. Then they said if I came along, they'd give me food..."
"Anyway, you accepted and went along with them."
"T-that's right... but I had run out of food... I had no choice..."
"Yeah. So what are you going to do now? Want to go home?"
The woman looked startled at my words. If she went home, there would be no food, and the world was one where raiders could invade any house freely.
I don't know when I'd become like that again. Then it wouldn't be rape, but life would be at stake.
"W-well... shouldn't I go with you...? Since you saved me..."
"After being raped by the fighter... raped by these guys... do you want to be raped by me too?"
"Huh? W-well, if that's the case..."
"I killed and fucked the most. I only accept women as slaves. Decide how to live."
The woman burst into tears at my words. Not a child... survival instinct zero. These women would have a hard time becoming sex slaves.
I told the fighter to gather the guys' food, and he started moving quickly.
Three carriers, three duffel bags, and two backpacks. All the food and usable items were gathered. The amount was enough to last months alone.
The fighter guy was quite strong, so the two of us could drag them somehow.
"I... I... are you leaving me behind? Hic..."
As we were about to leave, the woman came running to my side with her big breasts bouncing. She was still trembling.
"If you want, I can kindly kill you. Too cold... if you want to live, I'll give you at least one canned food."
"Take me with you too..."
"Becoming a slave?"
"Yes. No matter what you make me do..."
I told her to lie down and swear with her name. She hesitated for a moment, then prostrated on the floor.
"I... I... Hye-jeong is... ugh..."
The dogeza posture. Her long waist and pretty butt. I gently pressed her head down with my foot while she was prostrated.
She was startled and flailed her limbs.
"P-please... I did something wrong... please save me..."
Does he think I'm going to kill him? Urine flowed from between her flailing hips.
"I'm not killing. Keep doing it."
"Hye-jeong swears to become a slave... hic..."
I grabbed her hair, lifted her up, and grabbed her breasts.
"Is this from surgery?"
"Ahh... n-natural... real..."
"It looks like a girl-crush type. Women who work as models usually have some personality, right?"
"N-no, that's not it... I've heard many times that I have a gentle and childish personality..."
"Yeah. For a slave, as long as you do what you're told and your body is pretty, it's fine."
I grabbed her breasts with both hands and kneaded them. The soft breasts that fit well in my hand felt good.
I twisted and pulled her nipples, tugged them... it was fun.
"Ah... uhhh..."
Because I touched too much, she closed her eyes and moaned.
"My body is really horny. With Hye-jeong, I could do it four times."
"Huh? Ah... t-that... t-thank you."
Now I made her carry the carriers and bags, and we returned to the apartment.