Infiltration
Two of them were wearing full-face helmets. The visors were tinted black, so I couldn't see their faces at all.
"We grabbed a decent one this time. Bonus ought to be pretty good, right?"
"Who knows. Whether they keep her or toss her is up to the guys upstairs anyway."
"C'mon, women like this don't grow on trees. She's fucking gorgeous. Tits and ass both packed tight. Even if they don't keep her as a regular, they'll pass her around plenty. If they've got any conscience, they'll throw us a bonus."
The woman they were talking about crouched beside them with her head hung low. She was dressed in something like a tracksuit, easy to move in. She looked young. Ordinary at first glance, but the kind of face that would make you turn around twice if you passed her on the street.
"Hey. We're almost at the mart. Anyone want one last go before we get back? Once we're inside, you can't just do whatever you want. This is the only perk of being on a search team."
Three men raised their hands at what looked like the leader's suggestion. One of them was wearing a helmet. He couldn't even be bothered to take it off — just flipped the visor up. He was about my height and build.
"Go use the shop on the first floor. Take turns and don't take too long. The rest of us will sit tight."
The three who'd raised their hands played rock-paper-scissors to decide the order. The woman beside them had gone pale, fidgeting restlessly.
The first winner threw his arms up in celebration, groped her ass, and dragged her off.
"P-please, don't come inside... I-I can't get pregnant..."
"That's the whole point, sweetheart. Feels different when you dump it in. They'll give you the morning-after pill once we get to the mart, so just take it. Besides, coming inside doesn't always mean you get knocked up. Don't worry so much."
After he dragged her into the shop, the moans of a man and a woman started drifting out. The storefront was built so you couldn't see inside from the street.
I quickly picked an empty unit among the nearby walk-ups and slipped inside. It was a hollow, abandoned place — no one had lived there in a long time. I stashed my weapons in a wardrobe and went back out, keeping only the knife strapped to my thigh.
Once I confirmed the helmeted guy had gone into the shop, I quietly entered through the back door.
The woman sat crying on a sofa inside. Her pants and panties lay on the floor. Her top had been shoved up to her neck, leaving her breasts completely exposed. She was trying to cover those large breasts with both hands, knees pressed together to hide her pussy. Semen was leaking from between her thighs. The guy before him had finished inside her.
The helmeted man had set his helmet aside and was taking off his pants. He walked up to the crying woman, pulled her hands away, groped her breasts, grabbed her by the hair, and tried to kiss her. She'd been keeping her mouth shut, but when he yanked her hair and wrenched her neck back, her lips parted. His tongue shoved into her mouth. He sucked on her lips like he meant to devour her.
He spread her legs wide and started lining up his erect cock. I moved in fast behind him and pressed the knife to his throat.
"Wh... what?"
"If you want to live, shut up. You too, girl."
Both of them froze, stunned for a second, then terror flooded their faces. Lucky for me — or maybe she was just quick on the uptake — the woman clamped her mouth shut and didn't scream.
"P-please, don't kill me."
"What's your name?"
"H-Han Min-su."
"Got a rank? A job? Anything like that?"
"I-I'm just... search team. Search Team Four."
"You have your own room inside the mart?"
"W-why do you—"
I pressed the knife harder. Blood welled along the blade, and he answered in a hurry.
"S-second floor. They sectioned it off into makeshift quarters. Room 213 is mine..."
That was enough, but...
"Is there a woman in there who used to be a round girl?"
He thought for a moment, then spoke.
"Ahh... that model with the huge tits..."
"Is she alive?"
"She was really pretty. They stripped her naked and paraded her around so everyone could see. Normally a looker like that would be exclusive to the officers, but they made her public property as a special punishment..."
"Public property?"
"It... it means anyone can use her. I-if you're looking for that woman, I'll help you. T-trust me..."
Crack. His neck snapped hard to the side, and he stopped breathing.
Watching a man die right in front of her, the woman clapped a hand over her mouth and started shaking violently. Her breasts were big enough that they shook right along with her. Frozen in fear, she still sat there with her legs spread wide.
"You want to die too? Or are you going to help me as much as you can?"
"I-I'll help. I don't want to die..."
"Good. What's your name?"
"Choi Yun-jeong... I'm twenty-one..."
I hadn't even asked her age...
"Choi Yun-jeong. Listen carefully. I'm putting on this guy's clothes and infiltrating the mart. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and not tell anyone I killed him and took his place. Cooperate, and I'll help you escape too. Got it?"
"Y-yes. I understand."
I quickly changed into his clothes and hid the body in the back of the shop. His weapon was a pump-action shotgun. Unfortunately, he didn't have much ammo. Still, they wouldn't hand out a shotgun to just anyone — he must have been reasonably well-regarded.
"Hey. What are you doing. Get dressed."
"Y-yes, sir."
She picked up her white panties to put them back on, but the crotch was completely torn. The guy who'd raped her first must have ripped them. She hesitated a moment, then put them on anyway, like she had no other choice. The sight of her from behind was pretty pitiful.
I put on the helmet, dropped the visor, and dragged the hastily dressed woman outside.
"What, you two falling in love in there? Took you long enough. Didn't even hear much moaning."
The leader tossed it out like a joke. Should I answer? Would he get suspicious if he heard my voice?
I hesitated for a second, and the woman beside me spoke first.
"H-he asked me to use my mouth..."
The leader looked her over and smirked.
"You little bitch. Face like a kid's... Yeah, Min-su is a good-looking guy. So that's it — you like 'em handsome? Alright, let's move out."
He didn't say another word to me. He gave the signal, and everyone started walking slowly toward the mart.
When we reached the entrance of the Large Mart, the guys on sentry duty lit up at the sight of the woman.
"Hey~ good work out there."
"This one's pretty decent, huh?"
"Decent doesn't mean shit. If she's pretty, the guys upstairs hog her. Even if they make her public property, she'll cost a fucking fortune..."
"Heh. True enough. Search team guys get plenty of action in the field anyway, so it doesn't matter. Mind if we cop a feel while you have a smoke?"
The search team pulled out cigarettes, and the sentries crowded in front of the woman to look her over. It was like a zoo. They shoved her against the wall, yanked her top up to expose her breasts, and pulled her pants down to her thighs.
"Pffft. Look at those ripped panties. And she's just wearing them like that."
She'd already been raped enough times that she should have been used to it, but becoming a spectacle for a whole new group of men twisted her face with shame and humiliation. She squeezed her eyes shut.
The sentries put their hands on her breasts and pussy. One hand tugged at a nipple. Another groped the other breast. A third toyed with her pussy. The fingers working between her legs pushed deep into her vagina.
"She's still wet in here."
"Heh. Our boys dumped a lot in her."
"Ah, maybe we should take a turn ourselves..."
"No. We don't have that kind of time. Just feel her up."
The man sounded disappointed as he worked three fingers inside her, stirring. Wet, squelching sounds started coming from her pussy. When she reached out to grab his wrist, another man caught her hand and pinned it to the wall above her head.
Held like that, she twisted her hips this way and that — then her legs started trembling, and a small gush of fluid ran down her inner thighs. Shame hit her a second later and she burst into tears, sniffling. The men laughed, enjoying the show itself. When one pulled his fingers out, another immediately shoved his in and started pumping hard.
Aside from the sentries, the entrance itself wasn't anything special. Once the search team finished their cigarettes, they dragged the woman inside.
A lot of people were moving around inside the mart. Mostly men, but there seemed to be plenty of women who weren't prisoners, too. Someone came up, talked with the leader, then took the woman and led her off somewhere.
As she was being dragged away, she glanced back at me. Don't forget about me — that was what she meant.
"Alright, alright. Good work. You've got free time until tomorrow. Get some rest. Dismissed."
The search team members exchanged greetings and went their separate ways. I started walking slowly through the interior of the mart.
In a way, it looked almost ordinary. People hauling supplies here and there. Off to one side, guys were organizing or maintaining weapons. Most of them looked like regular people — nothing particularly menacing about them. There were quite a few middle-aged folks, too. They all had their roles, I supposed. They were using solar panels and power banks here as well, running electricity in some sections.
I went up to the second floor. The guy I'd killed said his room was 213, right? They'd used partition walls to carve one side of the mart into a bunch of rooms. Makeshift or not, having actual rooms was better than an open floor.
I went into 213. Nothing special. A cramped little room barely bigger than a walk-in closet, with a single small bed. There was a family photo. Right. This guy had a family too, I guess.
I left the room and was looking around when someone spoke to me.
"Aren't you hot? Wearing a helmet even inside?"
Someone who knew him? I didn't open my mouth — just dipped my head slightly in greeting.
"Yeah, take it easy. I'm heading up to get my rocks off."
He waved and headed upstairs. So the sex slaves were on the upper floors? I listened. Sure enough, women's moans were drifting down from above.
After a quick look around the second floor, I went up to the third.
Moans of men and women spilled out of the partitioned rooms. There was no soundproofing at all, and the rooms were packed so tightly together that every groan blended into a single, howling mess. Polaroid photos of women hung on the doors. Numbers that looked like prices were written on them.
They're running this place like a full-on brothel. The currency marks were probably some internal money they used among themselves. The women in the photos weren't particularly beautiful. Or maybe my standards had just gotten too high. Still, they were a cut above average. Most of the pictures had been taken after they were captured, naked — the women looking thoroughly miserable, or forcing a smile.
There was a room with a line of men waiting outside. I glanced at the photo. She was reasonably pretty, which explained the popularity. The price was steep, too.
Then I found her. The round girl. Lee Hye-jeong.
In an open corner of the floor, her arms bound, several men were using her at once. She looked exhausted, like she'd been at it for a long time — her body hanging limp, her expression drained. The rope binding her arms ran up to a pulley on the ceiling. They could hoist her up or let her down as they pleased.
Three men finished in her mouth and pussy, came, and stood up. A man standing to the side pulled the pulley and hauled her upright. She ended up standing there naked, arms stretched above her head. Semen leaked from her mouth and pussy. Her matted hair was clumped with countless streaks of it. She could barely stand on her own. Head hanging, she swayed, relying on the rope to stay upright.
A man who looked like a handler brought over a bucket of water and dumped it on her. He sloshed it over her head, her breasts, her crotch — just throwing it at her. She looked like a drowned rat. So that's how they "wash" her.
The men watching started talking about how good her body was, joking back and forth about whether they should take a turn.