Chapter 7: Plunder as It Comes
On the way home, I saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground. The blood scattered around him showed that he had been assaulted.
I came home, ate a few cans of food, and slept. The wounds from yesterday were mostly healed.
It's a good ability. As long as I don't die, I can recover most of it. And that robot guy? As he said, my strength has definitely gotten stronger. Not only strength, but the overall physical ability and stamina feel better.
In yesterday's fight, I clearly felt that both speed and strength were overwhelming me.
I told the lockpick guy to go plundering at 2 AM. Until then, I need to rest well.
"Come out. Lockpick."
When I lightly knocked on the door of 302, the lockpick opened the door and greeted me.
"Where are you planning to go?"
"I plan to go around the nearby villas. Most of these small villas are occupied by people living alone, so it's easier to rob them."
He's a quiet guy. Without saying a word, he follows me silently.
I gave him a steel pipe too. He should have a weapon to protect himself in emergencies.
I chose a villa lying around and entered the building.
When the lockpick picked the lock, I entered quietly, killing the sound.
Ideally, I'd like to rob without any collision, but if they resist, I have to kill them.
Fortunately, it's an empty house and there's quite a bit of food.
The next house, I saw a person in the room, but he was asleep. I quietly searched the kitchen for food and quietly left outside.
In one of the one-room apartments, there was a young woman. But she was too fat and ugly. I didn't feel like touching her at all.
The next house also had a young woman. Maybe in her 30s? Ordinary appearance, but she's slim.
"Hey, lockpick."
"Yes, boss."
"Do you want to see this woman naked?"
"What? That, that... what... I, I would be fine."
"You heard me? Take off the clothes she's wearing."
The woman who became dazed by my words. Suddenly started begging to be saved.
"If you take off your clothes, I'll let you live. If you take off late, one of your limbs will be cut off."
"Sob... O, I'll take off my clothes..."
The woman quickly takes off her clothes under threat. When I ordered her to take off her underwear too, she became completely naked.
Small breasts, slightly protruding belly fat and stomach fat, bushy pubic hair. Legs aren't particularly slim either. Well, this is just an ordinary woman's body.
"Raise your hands above your head and turn around."
On my command, the hands covering her breasts and pussy raised up and slowly turned. From behind, it's just like that.
"You, you can touch this woman. Eat her if you want. Do as you please. I'll go find food and store it."
"Then, I'll touch her a little. Thank you."
This guy bows deeply for this.
"Don't make a sound... Otherwise, I'll take your life."
The lockpick approaches the woman and awkwardly threatens her. Short and not scary looking, but the woman nods her head madly at the lockpick's words.
I searched the kitchen for food and packed it. More than I thought, there was a lot stored.
After packing everything, I came out to the living room and saw the woman sitting on the sofa with her legs spread, and the lockpick was touching her.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh..."
The woman with her eyes closed and mouth shut let out suppressed moans.
The lockpick guy didn't take off his pants, just touched the woman's breasts and pussy. One hand on the breast, the other hand's fingers inside the pussy. When the lockpick shook his hand quickly, the sound of slapping started.
When I realized I was coming out from the kitchen, the guy hurriedly removed his hands from the woman and stood up.
"What? Is it over?"
"Yes, yes. It's, it's enough."
"Alright, then let's go."
The woman shows a slight relieved expression when we say we're leaving. Even so, there is shame and disappointment on her face. Anyway, since all the food was plundered, it's hopeless.
I quickly moved to another house.
The house of a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman's house had no food at all.
"Today, the food is gone... You wasted your time..."
She sat blankly on the floor, looking at me with empty eyes. It would have been unbelievable that a thief came after the food ran out.
Most people without weapons can't easily attack someone with a weapon.
People who are attacked while sleeping can't realistically attack back.
But there were occasional cases where it wasn't like that. A huge muscular man with a spear rushed at me.
I backed away, adjusted distance, and stabbed the man's shoulder and chest with the spear as he jumped.
Blood came out from the wound, the charge stopped, and it seemed the guy realized that he couldn't fight bare-handed against someone with a weapon.
The guy ran to the kitchen with blood flowing. Just as he pulled out a kitchen knife, my spear tip pierced the guy's back, and the guy fell to the floor with a scream.
I stepped on the fallen guy's back with my foot and stabbed his back a few more times.
The man writhing in pain with blood flowing slowly lost movement.
Super Regeneration: 8
Soul absorbed: 1
Super Regeneration has grown.
The house had a lot of food and weapons.
The steel pipe end was full of red blood. This guy also seemed to have started plundering.
One bag was full. Since I have one backpack for the lockpick and one for me, I can plunder more.
I went to another villa and entered, but small sounds came from upstairs.
I told the lockpick to wait and quietly climbed up a bit.
The voices of the men fighting. Quite a number. When I got close to the 3rd floor, I heard the voices.
"Fuck, look at this bitch. Face is nothing, but the body is great."
The woman's groaning sound like groaning came out.
"I will open her asshole first. Watch, you bastards."
"Is it coming out with poop? Kuku."
The woman's groaning voice and the men's laughter continued to flow out.
The front door of the house where the sound was leaking was broken like a door lock part was a bit broken.
Based on the voices, there are more than six people. In a fight, numbers are the strong. No need to risk life in collision.
As expected, the strong ones started plundering in groups. While plundering, the women they catch are probably raping them.
I came down the stairs and told the lockpick to go somewhere else.
Leaving the building where the woman's screams were leaking, I entered a distant other villa.
This time, there was only a small collision. The middle-aged man resisted saying he couldn't, but when my spear pierced his leg once, he begged to be saved and quickly plundered the food and came out.
I filled two bags and came back to the villa, and the tension eased.
The lockpick guy also seemed quite tense with sweat.
"Five cans of food. If you need more, let me know."
The guy accepted the food gratefully and quickly greeted and entered the house.
When the next morning came, I went to the house where the bitch was with two cans of food.
When she saw me, she was surprised but secretly happy.
"Here, food. If you need more, tell me."
"If you find women's products... please."
"Why? Have you started already?"
"No. But it's coming soon anyway."
"Alright, then it's fine now."
I grabbed her and kissed her, taking off her clothes. She was a bit surprised by the sudden skinship but soon accepted it.
These big tits are satisfying no matter when I touch them.
She now under me, thrusting, let out quite a loud moaning sound.
A lustful face, plump ass. A body optimized for sexual relief. Now that she's become quite familiar with sex, she shows active movements.
With legs spread wide, thrusting, and both hands squeezing the big breasts, shaking her waist. The faster I thrust, the more she opens her mouth wide and lets out even larger moaning sounds.
"Ugh... ugh... ah... haak... O, oppa... oppa!"
"Hah... hah... It feels good to thrust, right?"
"Haak... I, I like it... more... more..."
The guy reaching out to grab my ass properly got into heat.
I came inside without pulling out, a lot on her belly and face. It's better not to get pregnant.
After fucking the bitch a couple of times, I opened the front door and came out to the hallway.
*Thud!*
Something flew and stuck into my chest.
Dart? No, something bigger than that, like a small arrow.
From the direction the arrow came from, someone was running up the stairs.
Enduring the pain in my chest, I quickly chased the guy. I saw the last moment the front door closed. 402 house.
First, I pulled out the arrow stuck in my chest. It's a handmade arrow made with a large nail tip. The shaft is a bit shorter than the forearm.
Since it was a simple nail, it wasn't difficult to pull out the arrow.
Blood was gushing from where the arrow was pulled out. There was a feeling like something was filling the lungs, but soon it started to be okay. Probably this much would be a fatal wound normally.
I quickly took out the spear from the house and went up to the 4th floor. The guy's escaped door was of course locked.
"Lockpick!! Quickly prepare and come to the 4th floor! Now!"
With my shout, the lockpick quickly came out.
Soon the door opened, I made the lockpick step back, and carefully opened the door and entered.
It's a one-room with only one room. Inside the room, the guy was holding something and pointing it at me.
"O, don't come! If you come closer, I'll shoot!"
It looked like a waiting stick. Upon closer look, it seemed like a rubber band was attached to the end of the stick to shoot arrows. Using the slingshot principle, I guess. Interesting.
A man who looks like in his 20s. Slightly black skin, greasy appearance. This house was also one I plundered before. Is he trying to take revenge now? He probably thought that by hitting first, he could win.
"That doesn't work on me. You already hit my chest exactly once."
"Yeah, you already got hit once. With that bleeding, your strength will gradually decrease. Your movements won't be normal either. If you get hit one more time here, you won't be able to survive at all!"
The guy shouted desperately trying to hide his fear.
Yeah, the guy's words are right. In this narrow place, it's hard to avoid the arrows, and it's not right for a person who got hit by two arrows to fight properly...
But ignoring the guy's words, I quickly jumped forward, and the guy reflexively shot an arrow at me.
I instinctively blocked the flying arrow with my arm. The arrow was deeply embedded in my forearm.
I grabbed the guy's collar with my other arm, tripped him, and threw him to the floor.
The guy was struggling to pull out the knife at his waist, but when I pressed his arm and grabbed his neck, he couldn't move, choking.