Kang Dohun's Growth
A woman lay on the mattress. Her hands were bound, and on top of her—
"Hah… hah…"
—a man was gasping, dripping with sweat. Every time he rolled his hips—
Thud. Thud.
"Nnh! Hnn—!"
—flesh slapped against flesh, and lewd moans spilled from the woman's lips.
Right beside the couple having sex sat a table, and at that table three men were eating, chatting as if nothing unusual were happening at all.
"Didn't get much food out there today, did we?"
"No. Gongju's outskirts aren't as good as we thought."
The talk was about today's hunt. The bandit crew had gone out to the edges of Gongju and come back with only a meager haul of supplies—barely enough to call it a success.
"So what now? Head for Sejong?"
"Sejong's a hard no. The military's got that whole area locked down."
"Then Daejeon? It's a bit farther."
"We'll run it by the boss later."
The men ate and fretted, paying zero attention to the pair fucking right next to them.
The man raping the woman—
"Haaah!"
—his hips finally stilled. Then—
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
—the woman pinned beneath him felt his semen flooding into her through her cunt.
"Hah."
When he pulled his cock free after finishing—
Squelch.
—white fluid spilled from her sex.
Slap.
He smacked her ass once.
"That was good."
"…"
The woman who had just been raped said nothing. She only breathed a little harder, her eyes the empty stare of someone who had given up on everything.
The man who'd finished pulled his pants back on and stood. One of the men at the table rose in turn, stripped his own pants, and walked over to her.
"Ugh, boss, you came way too much."
He grumbled at the sheer amount of cum still filling her pussy.
"Then wash her yourself."
Too much trouble. In the end he just shoved his already-hard cock straight in—
Thrust.
"Hnn—!"
—and as the new dick filled her, the woman moaned again.
Squelch. Squelch. Thud.
He started moving his hips, and the next round of sex began.
The man who'd just finished sat down in the empty seat at the table and started stuffing crackers into his mouth. The others spoke up.
"Boss, one woman's not enough, is it?"
"Agreed. Taking turns with a single girl for all of us eats up way too much time."
The bandit crew had fourteen fighters in total—and only one woman to handle their lust.
At his men's complaints, the boss said,
"Hey. Extra mouths are a liability. One person who can't fight is plenty."
Only a week ago they'd been dragging four women around. Any girl even halfway pretty got snatched and used as a cum dump. But as the food they could scavenge dwindled, they'd disposed of the extras and left just one for all fourteen men to share.
"We'll keep it this way until the crew gets bigger and we can secure more supplies."
"Understood."
"Whatever you say, boss."
Ordinary apocalypse bandits. A typical Bandit crew.
While the boss and his men were eating crackers in place of a real meal—
"Boss! People approaching from a distance!"
—a lookout peering through a telescope at the window called out. The boss asked at once,
"How many?"
"Two men."
"Backpacks? Weapons?"
"Both carrying big packs. Axes too."
Travelers, or Scavengers working empty houses—most likely one or the other.
"Either way, they're carrying packs."
Armed, sure—but only two of them.
"Everyone move out."
"Yes, sir!"
At the boss's order, the Bandit crew started gearing up.
Kang Dohun and Kang Dohyun—the two brothers—were walking along the national highway.
Two weeks out of Osan. Through Pyeongtaek, Cheonan, Gongju, and now on toward Daejeon.
As they walked, Kang Dohun spoke without much concern.
"There's a group of people nearby."
"Bandits?"
"Probably."
"How many?"
"Fifteen. Ah—only fourteen of them are moving, though."
Fourteen bandits on the move. Kang Dohun rolled his shoulders lightly and asked,
"Hyung, mind if I take this one solo again?"
"Fourteen should be fine. I'll cover you from range."
Kang Dohyun tapped his crossbow as he said it, and Kang Dohun grinned.
They walked a little farther along the highway. Ahead, fourteen men blocked the road.
The bandit boss stepped forward with a grin.
"Hey, brothers! You want to pass through here, you pay the toll."
A toll. The same tired line—and yet, strangely enough, once the apocalypse started, people demanding tolls were everywhere.
"Open the road and let us through, and we'll spare your lives."
Kang Dohyun answered with an equally predictable line. Then—
"Boys, time for a lesson."
—came the equally clichéd reply, and the fight began.
It opened with the crossbow. Kang Dohyun raised it.
Twang. Thud.
"Ghk—!"
One shot, one kill. The bolt punched through the throat of a bandit holding a spear and dropped him instantly.
"Ranged weapon!"
"Close the distance—now!"
Bandits with ranged weapons were rare, but not unheard of. The answer was always the same: close combat. So the remaining thirteen charged—
Twang. Thud.
—and another bandit died mid-approach.
The last twelve closed on Kang Dohun. He swapped to his axe.
"Haaah!"
He buried the blade in the face of the man leading the charge and shattered it.
"Die!"
Even so, the bandit boss right beside him swung a steel pipe at Kang Dohun—
Whoosh.
—and Dohun slipped it with a natural, fluid motion, backstepped a half-pace, then—
Thud.
"Argh!"
—drove the axe into the boss's thigh and took him out of the fight.
What followed was a ten-on-one. By any normal logic, the one should have been crushed—
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
—but Kang Dohun dodged their attacks like something out of a movie, and every strike of his own—
Thud.
"Argh!"
—landed clean, dropping them one by one.
He's good.
From his older brother's assessment, Dohun's combat ability was solid.
He's finally learning how to use his physical stats.
Chosen by the God of Exercise, he'd been gifted with athletic nerves far beyond ordinary people, and his Skills gave him raw power and striking force to match. On top of that, his combat experience had climbed high enough that clumsy bandits like these were easy prey.
He finished the last bandit by driving the axe into his face—
Thud.
"Ghk…"
—and all fourteen were down.
"Whew."
Just as Kang Dohun let out a breath of relief—
Twang! Thud.
"Argh!"
—a bolt from Kang Dohyun punched through the skull of the bandit boss, who had been playing dead and waiting to ambush them. Every last enemy life sign went quiet.
"Hey. I told you not to let your guard down."
"Ah… yeah, my bad."
At his brother's sharp words, Kang Dohun gave an awkward smile.
After the fight, the two of them walked into the rural village the bandits had been using as a base.
No zombies here. No other people either.
The little village had neither the undead nor any remaining residents—the bandit crew had driven everyone out when they took over.
The only living person left is…
Someone who'd been with the bandits. A single presence registered on the second floor of the village chief's house.
The brothers went up to the second floor on high alert.
"…"
There was only one woman—naked, limbs bound.
"Sex slave."
Kang Dohyun said it and set his weapon down. Kang Dohun did the same.
The brothers dropped their packs for the moment.
"Hyung, we staying here tonight?"
"Yeah."
They could have pushed on to the next village, but for keeping watch, this village—and especially the chief's house—was perfectly placed.
"Got it. I'll go loot the bodies, then."
Kang Dohun headed out to recover bolts from the dead bandits and check for anything worth taking.
Kang Dohyun approached the woman tied to the bed. She watched him warily.
"I'll untie you first."
He freed the ropes on her arms and legs, and she was free.
Whether that freedom was real, though, was another question.
So she stayed quiet on the bed, and Kang Dohyun ignored her reaction and started surveying the chief's house.
It was a three-story building. The first floor held an ordinary living room and bedroom; the second had a kitchen and a small room. And on the third—
"Whoa. These guys weren't Bandits—they were squirrels."
The attic on the third floor was packed with stored food.
Enough for fifteen people for two weeks. Being the countryside, it skewed heavy on rice and grain—but it was a genuinely generous stockpile.
"This place runs on LPG, right? Any gas left?"
Kang Dohyun went back down to the second floor and tried the gas range.
"Oh. Flame's still good."
They could cook.
Kang Dohyun liked the chief's house.
Plenty of food, working fire, and even abundant water—the place ran on groundwater, so it never ran dry.
"Not a bad spot for a base."
The naked woman watched him with anxious eyes as he looked over the house, clearly satisfied.