The Strength of the First Night
I returned to the apartment and everyone was startled by the new man among us.
Over 190 centimeters tall. Muscular build from combat sports, with a tattoo on one arm. His face alone looked like it had been chiseled from stone—harsh, unforgiving, and far from handsome.
“N-No… who are you?”
“Ah, this is the new subordinate we recruited. Introduce yourself.”
Chang Seok-gi, the fighter, bowed carefully in front of the nine of us.
“Hello. I’m Chang Seok-gi. I was a UFC middleweight fighter and was about to make my debut…”
His voice was awkward but respectful. He looked nothing like the brute I had imagined. Of course—UFC-level athletes had to master normal social life somehow.
“How tall are you?”
“193 centimeters. About 100 kilograms.”
“As a pro fighter, it’s only natural you’re massive in both power and speed. Everyone, treat him well. And this—”
I pointed at the Round Girl standing behind me.
Large, striking features that screamed former racing model. Her voluptuous body was impossible to ignore. At first glance she was beautiful, but not the gentle, pure type—more like someone who stood out among ordinary people.
“Ah… hello… I’m Lee Hye-jeong… I did some modeling and round-girl work… This time… th-that is, I became… a slave…”
She spoke in a trembling, tearful voice, the word “slave” clearly stinging her pride. I almost suggested a milder phrase, but straight was better.
“Sister… it’s okay. We’re all the same here…”
The other women gathered around her, hugging and comforting her.
Truth be told, not every slave was the same. Info Girl and Health Girl weren’t living with us anymore. Other men were free to touch and use them whenever they wanted. This new Round Girl was going to be a public slave for the fight. Since Seok-gi had already owned her, her value was low.
Still, if she wanted to leave, I wouldn’t stop her. We were in a mutual contract—safety, food, and sex in exchange for obedience.
“Seok-gi-nim looks really strong.”
The pharmacy woman eyed the fighter. Does she have a type for brutes?
“Well… when it comes to raw power… honestly, I’ve never seen anyone stronger in this country.”
He laughed. Curious. My strength and his—how did they compare?
“Me too. Arm-wrestling match?”
“Arm… arm-wrestling? Sure! I’ve never lost one before! Wait… but my arm was broken not too long ago…”
I swung my still-healing left arm around, testing the range of motion. About eighty percent recovered?
“It’s fine. We’re using my right anyway. No problem.”
In truth, even with his right arm he’d have to hold back because of the injury. The look on his face was understandable.
He tensed slightly. He already knew my strength had to be overwhelming after the fight.
Let’s see what pure arm-muscle power looks like.
We stood shoulder to shoulder beside a table, hands locked. The others gathered around, watching tensely.
The black-clad referee gave the signal.
“Begin!”
THUD.
One second? I won that fast?
“Wait. Did I pull too hard? Let’s do it again.”
“Ah… I must have tensed up too much.”
He smiled sheepishly and loosened his grip. Shook his head as if something felt off, then braced again.
We locked hands once more, releasing every ounce of strength.
I simply held firm—no matter how hard he pushed.
“Khheuh…”
His veins bulged as the fighter strained. Strong, but not enough.
When I applied force, his arm slowly began to tilt.
“Khheeaah…”
Now he was groaning loudly too.
CRASH!
My full power sent his arm crashing down.
His eyes widened in disbelief as sweat poured down his face.
“Whoa… Master’s power is overwhelming… I thought strength would at least be close because of the size difference…”
Everyone stared. Of course they would—his frame was still smaller than mine.
“I-It’s incredible… Are you a pro arm-wrestler? The technique must be different, right?”
“No. I’m not even into sports.”
Super Regeneration was making my body stronger than ever. Strength, speed, reflexes—everything felt amplified.
I assigned housing to the fight and the Round Girl, then let us rest.
Since he hadn’t fully recovered, we needed the downtime. While resting, I called over the Pilates Girl and made her work her tongue properly. The healing sensation reached my mind as well.
The next morning, sunlight poured through the windows.
I called the Round Girl from yesterday.
Unlike yesterday, she was clean and wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans. Long, slightly artificial-looking hair brushed her waist. Voluptuous figure. The look of a racing girl from the motor show.
She approached, bowed deeply, and gave me an awkward, fearful expression.
“Did you sleep well yesterday?”
“Yes… thanks to your care, I rested very well.”
I pulled her close and lifted her T-shirt. Her large, round breasts felt surprisingly soft when I touched them.
“This… did you have surgery?”
“Y-Yes… I’m sorry…”
“What do you have to be sorry about? We’re going to live together from now on. Stop being so tense. This place is far safer and more comfortable than where you were before. Haven’t things been hard for you?”
Her eyes filled with tears at my words.
“At first I only ate three days… sniffling… I thought I’d die, so I forced myself outside… then Seok-gi-oppa came home… he raped me, but he gave me food… even that ran out, so I wandered looking through trash for anything…”
“Good thing you didn’t die.”
“Killing others to get food… the fear and relief of being alive came at the same time. If you hadn’t saved me, my body would have given up long ago…”
Her words spilled out nonstop, as if she had been holding them in for a long time.
I stripped off her jeans and pulled them down. A model’s hips—wide and powerful.
I laid her face-down on the sofa and thrust inside.
“Hah… ah… hah… hah…”
Her rough moans mixed with the wet slap of flesh and the sharp smack of her ass against me.
“Ahh… it feels good… I-I can finally stay here and live properly, right? I’ll do everything you ask—anything!”
Her slave demeanor had fully returned. I grabbed her hair and lifted her head.
“Yes. But you’re not mine alone. You’re not high enough rank for that. You belong to Seok-gi from now on.”
“Eh? Ah…”
“Of course my orders come first. I can use you whenever I want. But from now on, deciding when you live or die, and giving you food… that’s his job. So you’d better serve him well and stay visible to him.”
“Hah… ah, yes… understood…”
There were already plenty of women around me. No need to keep a low-value one.
This woman was now only good enough to be used once.
I filled her body with my seed, enjoyed her mouth to my heart’s content, then sent her away.
After a short rest, I prepared to leave.
Our food stock was sufficient, but we needed to scout the surroundings. Check for any threats and see if there were places worth plundering for supplies.
Hiding in a safe place and hoping enemies never came was something only fools would do.
We now had enough water for a shower. Although tap water was cut off, pouring from a jerrycan from above made a perfect shower.
I loaded the Air Gun, jungle knife, and combat knife. The fight’s incredible regeneration, absurd strength, and sharp senses made him look like a creature that had entered the realm of superhumans. Anyone could probably defeat him—until I actually saw him.
While walking the nearby street, I spotted a group walking down the distant road. About ten of them.
Four held shotguns; the rest carried crossbows. The crossbows looked far from the cheap rubber-band models—more like real weapons.
Shotguns… Air Guns or real ones?
Most wore military-style fatigues and makeshift shirts. The clothes and pants were all different, so they didn’t look like active-duty soldiers. Maybe ex-special forces, or just people who liked that fashion.
“Is that the building?”
“Yeah. Two people visible through the window.”
They were roughly a hundred meters away. Even though they weren’t shouting, every word reached my ears.
One man gestured, and they moved quickly—some entering the building, others taking positions outside. It looked like a hostage or anti-terror operation.
BOOM! BOOM!
Flash and loud reports erupted. Real guns. Shotguns?
Windows shattered. People inside dropped like flies. Screams, shouts, curses filled the air.
I heard movement inside. More gunfire erupted from within.
BOOM! BOOM! CRASH!
Continuous massive explosions. Men’s screams mixed with women’s. I couldn’t tell how many enemies were inside, but it was definitely more than a few.
The battle ended quickly.
People tied up outside were dragged out.
Five men and two women. Some had tattoos. If these were the ones caught, there must have been far more originally. What chance did they have against shotguns?
“Three women found locked in one room. Also a significant amount of food. One police-issue revolver.”
“Using women as playthings… these bastards deserve to die.”
The man receiving the report was probably the leader. In his forties, broad-shouldered and ruggedly strong. Even the sunglasses he wore seemed like a fashion choice.
“We also found many sets of clothes and shoes. They were probably the victims’.”
“These evil people don’t deserve to be kept alive. Normally we’d hand them over to the authorities, but right now punishment is ours to handle.”
“Correct. These vermin should be exterminated.”
The leader finished speaking. The bound men knelt and began struggling.
“P-Please! We… we surrendered!”
“We had no choice… please! If you accept us as subordinates, we’ll do anything!”
The leader stepped in front of the prisoners and spoke calmly.
“Your kind are useless. Think about the people you killed. And go die in hell.”
He drew the jungle knife and plunged it deep between the neck and collarbone, twisting. Blood gushed as the victims convulsed and collapsed.