Man Hunt
Even after I left the pharmacy, my steps felt heavy.
My legs still hadn't come back to me. The insides of my thighs burned with a strange, lingering heat, and the damp cling of my pants against my skin was a constant irritation. What had happened with the woman named Suyeon still lived in my body. The wet sound of saliva gathering in her mouth, the way she'd tightened around me, the heat she'd poured out at the end — all of it was still vivid.
"Fuck..."
The curse slipped out under my breath. I shook my head. This wasn't the time to dwell on it. The sun was sinking lower by the minute. I needed to find a place to spend the night. I had maybe three bottles of water left. No food.
I kept walking east. The commercial strip gave way to a residential neighborhood. Most of the houses had collapsed or been half-burned out. Curtains hung in tatters from every window. There wasn't a human shadow in sight.
Just before the sun disappeared completely, I found a decent building — a two-story detached house. The wall around it had crumbled, but the door wasn't locked. I went inside. Dust lay thick across the living room floor. Furniture had been overturned, and the refrigerator was already gutted. Still, one room remained intact on the second floor, a room whose windows hadn't been broken. I tore down a curtain to use in place of a blanket and spread it on the floor. I took a sip of water and leaned my back against the wall.
My eyes closed.
I didn't think I'd fallen into a deep sleep. But suddenly my body went rigid. I sensed someone. On the first floor. I opened my eyes slowly. Footsteps were coming up the stairs. Two of them — no, three. Women's voices. Low whispers.
I rose quietly and pressed myself against the wall beside the door, a rusted shard of a knife clenched in my hand. The door opened slowly. A flashlight swept the room. The beam hit my face.
"He's here."
A low voice. Three women came in, their ages all different. The one in front looked to be in her mid-thirties, short-haired, wearing a leather jacket, a long knife in her hand. The two behind her looked younger — early twenties. One carried a spear. The other held a rope.
I raised the blade.
"I don't want to fight. Just let me pass."
The woman in front snorted.
"Let you pass? A young man?"
At those words, the two behind her drew in a small, sharp breath. Their gazes locked onto me at the same time — eyes mixed with greed and caution.
"Age."
The woman in front asked it like a demand.
"...Thirty-two."
A brief silence. The three women's expressions shifted, just slightly. The one in front lowered her knife a fraction and glanced back.
"Check him."
The one with the spear approached. I took a step back. The wall stopped me. There was no room left to give. She reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing my face up. Our eyes met head-on. Up close, hers were sharp. Her fingers slid down to the nape of my neck and yanked my collar open. My collarbone was exposed. She leaned in as if to bury her nose against me and sniffed. A strange thing to do.
"He smells like a man."
She muttered it. Her hand traveled down to my chest, feeling me through my clothes, then down to my abdomen, then lower still. She placed her palm against the front of my pants. The sensation of something already beginning to respond seemed to register against her hand. Her eyes narrowed.
"Confirmed. Check the rest."
The woman with the rope stepped in from behind. I tried to swing my arm, but the one in front put her knife to my throat. Cold steel kissed my skin.
"Don't move. Not if you don't want to get hurt."
The rope wound around my wrists, twisted behind my back, and pulled tight. It bit into the flesh hard enough to make me clench my teeth. The woman with the spear yanked my pants down — underwear and all, in one motion. Bare skin flinched against the cold air. All three women's eyes dropped there at once. Silence. Then the one in front let out a low laugh.
"It's real. A young man's cock."
The spear-woman reached out and wrapped her hand around it. I wasn't fully hard yet, but her fingers began to move, slow, up and down. The stimulation hit immediately. I felt the blood rushing there, felt myself thickening in her grip. I heard her swallow.
"It's getting bigger..."
The woman in front shrugged off her jacket. Underneath was a black tank top, the cleft between her breasts cut deep. She came forward and dropped to her knees in front of me. The spear-woman let go, and the one in front took me in her own hand and brought me to her mouth.
Hot, wet heat closed around the whole of me. Her tongue moved. She licked the head with focused, greedy strokes, coating me in saliva, and sucked me in. Her head began to rock, taking me deep, pulling back, taking me again. The wet sounds of it filled the room. Harsh breaths leaked through her nose. The corners of her eyes were wet. She didn't stop.
The two behind her didn't move. They just watched. Then the spear-woman pulled off her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, the nipples already standing. She came in beside me and pressed her face to my neck. Her lips found my throat. Her teeth grazed the skin. One hand worked over my chest; the other kneaded her own breast.
The woman in front pulled off me and stood. She shoved her pants down, underwear with them. She was already so wet the insides of her thighs gleamed. She pushed me down onto the floor. The bound wrists under my back screamed. She spread her legs and straddled me, took me in one hand, and lined me up against her entrance. The heat of her touched me directly. Then she sank down, slowly.
I started to go in.
The tightness wrapped around all of me. Narrower than Suyeon had been yesterday. Hot, and soaked. When she took me to the hilt, we both let out a short sound. She planted both hands on my chest and started to move her hips — up, down. Slow at first, then faster. Skin slapped against skin. Wet sounds mixed in with it.
"Hah... ah, it's been so long... a man's cock..."
She muttered it between moans. Her breasts shook with every stroke. The spear-woman came toward my face, dropped to her knees, and brought herself down over my mouth. She was already slick and shining. I tried to turn my head. She fisted a handful of my hair.
"Lick."
No room to refuse. I put out my tongue. A salty, raw taste spread across it. She rolled her hips, sliding herself over my tongue, and a moan broke out of her. The woman in front never stopped moving — harder, deeper. Her insides clenched around me in spasms.
The third woman, the one who'd held the rope, started stripping too. Small breasts came into view. She came in beside me and put her hand between her own legs, fingers working fast. A moan slipped out of her. All three of them were gone with it. The room filled with ragged breathing, the slap of skin, the wet sounds of it.
The woman in front stilled her hips, lifted herself just enough that I almost slipped free, then slammed back down. I felt myself driven in deep. She threw her head back and moaned. Inside, she clenched around me like she was losing her mind. I could feel how close she was. The spear-woman's hips sped up over my tongue and she came, hot fluid smearing across my face. Her legs gave out and she collapsed sideways.
The woman in front gave one last violent shudder of her hips, and her insides contracted hard. I felt something hot run down. That grip pushed me over the edge. I drove my hips up and came, the heat of it pouring out of me in a rush she took with her whole body, her waist trembling as she received it.
For a while there was nothing but rough breathing. The woman in front lifted herself off me slowly. As I slipped free, the mixed fluid ran down her thighs. She scooped some of it onto a finger and brought it to her tongue. A strange expression crossed her face.
"...No question. That's a young man's."
She muttered it. The woman with the rope still wasn't finished. She came toward me, wrapped her hand around me again — I was still hard — and stroked. The stimulation climbed right back up. She climbed on, this time turning her back to me, settling into a reverse straddle, and sank down slowly. I went in again. That tightness wrapped around all of me once more. She started to move. The other two watched from the side, occasionally reaching out to touch my chest, my thighs.
The third woman didn't last long either. Her hips convulsed and she clenched down hard. I hit the limit a second time, drove up into her, and came. She took it shaking.
I was completely spent. My wrists were still bound, and my back ached. The three of them started gathering their clothes and putting them back on. The woman in front looked down at my face.
"Name?"
"Not telling you."
"Doesn't matter. We're taking you anyway."
My body went rigid. Taking me? She smiled. A cold smile.
"You think we'd just leave a young man lying around? We take you back to camp... you'll be pretty useful. Won't be so bad for you, either. Food, water, a safe place to sleep. In exchange, you lend us your body."
The rope didn't come off. If anything, they pulled it tighter. I tried to resist, and the knife found my throat again.
"Don't move. You get hurt, you're worth less."
The three of them hauled me to my feet. They yanked my pants up roughly. Wrists still bound. We started down the stairs. Outside, it was already dark. The flashlight cut a path ahead. I walked like I was being dragged. My legs still trembled. I couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Three of them, all at once. And now I had no idea where I was being taken.
Wind blew. Dust hit my face. The woman in front glanced back over her shoulder.
"Don't worry. We're not going to kill you. A young man is... far too precious for that."
The words landed strangely heavy. They overlapped with what Suyeon had left me with yesterday. Overlapped with the way the women I'd met during the day had looked at me. The pieces were starting to fit. In this world, are young men really that scarce? Is that why they react like this?
The footsteps kept going. Through dark alleys, toward somewhere I couldn't see. The rope bit into my wrists. I didn't have the strength to fight. My body was too heavy.
In the distance, a faint light showed. The camp, apparently. The women's pace picked up a little. I clenched my teeth. Surviving came first. I'd look for an opening later.
Holding onto that thought, I let myself be led away.