The Slave Bully Girl
Guys, there she is! Over there, Park Eun-ji. But who's beside her?
The guys spotting her rushed closer in a hurry.
"Who the hell are you? Boyfriend of this slut? Damn, you're built like a god."
"No, no... I'm just an acquaintance. She suddenly begged for help and I was scared, so I brought her along. I can't handle her."
They looked a bit cautious at first. Seeing me act terrified, they finally relaxed their guards and handed over the bully girl.
"Oppa! Y-you're helping me, right?!"
"Sorry. I can't fight alone. I need to make it sound believable."
It was genuine regret in his voice. This guy really thought I had betrayed him, so his reaction made perfect sense.
The guys laughed as they draped their arms around Eun-ji's neck and pinned her down so she couldn't move.
"Eun-ji, where are you running off to... Stay with us and you'll be safe. I wasn't trying to hurt you. Your chest is just too big, so it was bound to brush against me."
Even as he spoke, one of them jabbed his fingers straight into her massive D-cup breasts. The guy on her other side slid his hand over to squeeze her ass.
They were all staring at her. A real man would naturally fixate on such a beautiful body.
And then they turned their backs on me and started walking away.
The distance between them and me was only a few quick steps. I quietly pulled out my hidden knife and crept forward.
I drove the blade deep into the first guy's back.
"Argh!!"
Two was more than enough. I yanked it free and stabbed the second guy in the back too while he still held Eun-ji.
I pulled it out again and blood sprayed like a fountain.
"You... you fucking bastard!!"
The last guy raised his spear and aimed it at me. The guy who had Eun-ji's neck was writhing in pain on the ground. The third guy, who looked steady enough, gripped a metal pipe and staggered toward me.
"We tricked you... we're dead. You piece of shit!"
A strong guy charged in with the spear. It looked like he had sharpened a long wooden rod into a point.
The longer reach of the spear gave him the advantage. My knife couldn't reach him, but the spear could.
The tip raked across my shoulder and then stabbed my opposite arm. I couldn't dodge everything. The shaft was too long and its jabs came too fast.
He kept pressing and jabbing, testing me, drawing blood.
I just charged straight through.
I lowered my stance and exploded forward like a tackle.
The spear punched deep into my chest, but I held on and closed the gap. My knife drove into his gut.
I twisted the blade inside him and slashed sideways, ripping his stomach open.
"Aaaahhh!!!"
It was a scream straight out of hell.
At that moment something slammed into my back. The guy I had stabbed with the spear had clubbed me with the metal pipe.
I had gone too deep. The blade wouldn't come out easily. Before he could hit me again, I dropped the knife, rolled aside, and tackled the pipe-wielding guy to the ground.
Because my back still burned from the earlier stab, I writhed in agony when I hit the pavement. I punched his face—once, twice, three times—until it was pulp and he dropped unconscious. His nose was shattered and turned sideways, blood pouring everywhere.
I glanced sideways. The other guy I had stabbed in the back was slowly rising, eyes full of terror as he stared at me.
I grabbed the dropped pipe and charged.
The first swing caved in his skull. He staggered. I hit him again and he crashed down. A few more blows and his head was completely caved in. He stopped moving—he was dead.
I walked over to the guy whose stomach was pierced and pulled the knife free. His screaming stopped the second I drove the blade into his throat.
I approached the guy I had knocked out and stabbed the knife deep into his chest, then yanked it back out fast.
He convulsed like a fish on a hook before going still.
All three were down.
[ Soul Absorption: 3 ]
[ Super Regeneration: 7 ]
The information about my regeneration growing flooded in.
"Y-you're... okay... b-but you're bleeding..."
I wasn't exactly fine either. My whole body was covered in blood, covered in stab wounds and bruises from the pipe. But the bleeding had stopped fast and the pain wasn't that bad.
"Stay awake. First, drag these bodies to the alley behind the villa."
Eun-ji and I dragged the corpses into the back alley and hid them behind the building. There was blood on the floor and the hiding job was sloppy, but it was better than leaving them out in the open.
"Hey, bully girl. You didn't forget our deal, did you?"
"Huh?"
"You agreed to be my slave. Break it and I'll kill you myself."
"I remember! S-slave..."
We took her up to the third floor. The lockpick guy was waiting there, having watched our fight from the shadows.
He was checking to see if I was still alive.
"Y-you're okay? I only realized late and... I couldn't help you..."
"It's fine. Your only job is picking locks."
I had zero intention of blaming him for not helping. He probably couldn't have done anything anyway. If he got killed or hurt, it would just be a loss for me.
"This woman is mine now. Go to room 303. That's your place from now on. It's empty, so the door's probably unlocked."
I tossed her toward him and headed back inside to shower off the blood.
I tossed the spear and pipe into a corner of the house.
The wounds weren't tiny, but they were small enough to handle. The bleeding had stopped in such a short time.
The spear was definitely the better weapon. Striking first from range was key.
If I was just some ordinary guy with no battle instinct, a few stabs and I'd be out cold.
I had to rest after getting hurt to heal fast. And eat a lot if I wanted to recover quicker.
The old rule that rest and food healed you worked even better on me now.
I stuffed several rations into my stomach and lay down to rest.
The wounds weren't severe, so after two hours most of the pain vanished. The cuts weren't gone, but I could move without trouble.
With the pain gone, desire rose up. I needed to burn off the stress of the fight.
I walked to room 303 where Eun-ji was. I knew the password and the door was already open.
"Huh? Y-you're back? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine now."
I strode straight up to her and grabbed one of her huge tits.
"Ah... ahh..."
Her body jerked, but she didn't push my hand away or try to retreat.
I yanked her shirt up and pulled her bra down. Her massive breasts spilled out, nipples hard.
I pinched and twisted her nipples and pulled them. She moaned. Her face flushed red as she bowed her head in shame under my rough touch.
I rubbed her tits and kissed her. My other hand slid down to grope her ass.
I kept at it until she was on her knees.
I pulled my pants down and shoved my cock into her mouth.
She clumsily licked and sucked. This was probably her first time.
It was okay. Her mouth was my onahole.
I grabbed her head with both hands and thrust in and out.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh..."
Deepthroat. When I buried myself to the hilt she gagged and shuddered.
"Hah..."
I pulled out for a second, then grabbed her head again.
"Ah... j-just a moment... ugh... ahh..."
Fast, slow, fast again—her head was nothing but an onahole for my cock.
I forced my cock down her throat and came deep inside her.
"Swallow everything."
She was already holding my cum in her mouth when I said that. She gulped it all down.
It wasn't like the first time I raped her. She didn't cry or show any hatred now.
I sat back comfortably on the sofa while she knelt on the floor a little distance away.
The submissive slave position suited her. I hadn't told her to kneel—I hadn't even said anything. It was just natural.
I lay back on the sofa and spoke.
"Rub my back for me."
She quickly came over and massaged my back and shoulders.
She was still a bit stubborn looking, but she was obedient. After all, I had only killed a few men in front of her. If she didn't act obedient she'd be no better than dead.
"Take your clothes off and keep rubbing."
I told her and she obediently stripped down to her panties and rubbed my bare back. The coarse pubic hair between her thighs brushed against me, and she was already wet from excitement.
After the massage I flipped her over, laid her on the sofa, spread her legs, and shoved my cock inside her. Her face was flushed as she closed her eyes and moaned. Every thrust made her huge tits bounce.
She was really turned on. Juices were pouring out of her pussy.
I fucked her several more times in different positions, then headed back to my own place.
I didn't feel like sleeping with her. If I fell asleep and she woke up with a hard-on, I'd be dead. I couldn't trust a woman I had just raped.
Tonight more desperate screams echoed from all over the city. The kind of miserable screams you never heard in normal times. Explosions and fires still rumbled somewhere. As long as they weren't too close it was fine.
I fell asleep to the sound of the city crumbling like a lullaby.
The next morning I thought about weapons.
The spear was now my main weapon. I would keep my knife hidden and use it as a backup.
Thinking about it, guns were still the strongest. In Korea, only cops carry them—unless you're a hunter or a shooter.
I had heard they confiscated air guns and shotguns from civilians at the station.
I should go check. Were they still impounded? And were the cops still alive? I had my doubts.
I quickly grabbed my bag and weapons. The spear had a long spearhead on the end. A clean shot through the head would kill instantly. A gut or lung shot would leave you dying slowly.
The local precinct was only a ten-minute walk away.
I first went back to the villa alley and checked the bodies I had left there. They were still exactly where I put them. Flies were circling, slowly rotting.
The streets were completely empty. Most houses had their curtains drawn tight. A few faces peeked out to look around.
The precinct was deserted. The cops were gone too. Had they scattered to survive on their own?
The second I stepped inside I was shocked. Two bodies lay on the floor.
A fallen cop, body covered in blood, face carved up by a knife.
His holster was empty and the gun was gone. Was this already the world where cops weren't scary anymore?
Had cops already been killed without mercy?
I searched the cabinets but didn't find any guns.
I went deeper, just in case there was a shotgun.
A female cop's body was on the floor. Her arms were tied behind her back, her police uniform hanging loose. Her chest was completely exposed and her pants were gone. She lay with her legs spread wide, panties stuffed in her mouth, eyes wide open in terror. Torture marks everywhere.
The cigarette burns on her skin, the blood flowing from her pussy and ass, the cuts carved into her pretty face. The countless cum stains on her body showed she had been used by many men.
No obvious throat injuries. She hadn't been dead long. Yesterday? Or a few hours ago?
The gun rack beside her was completely empty. The thieves who took the guns had killed the cops.
Now there was no one in authority left. The only thing left was kill or be killed.
I quickly left the precinct, bodies left behind.
I understood why the streets were empty. Everyone was terrified. Walking around carelessly could get you killed.