What Happened at the Camp They Took Me To
The light grew steadily larger.
Hand-fashioned torches had been jammed into the ground at intervals. They seemed to have linked a few ruined storefronts together and turned the whole stretch into a camp. In place of walls, rusted barbed wire and heaped rubble formed the boundary. Two women stood at the entrance with spears in their hands. Their eyes went wide the moment they saw us.
"What the hell is that..."
The short-haired woman in the lead raised a hand. She yanked the rope bound around my wrists.
"Young man. Thirty-two."
The expressions on the women guarding the gate changed in an instant. The tips of their spears dipped. Their gazes traveled from my face down my body and back up again — eyes mixed with greed and astonishment. The short-haired woman dragged me straight inside. Our footsteps crunched over sand and broken glass.
The camp held more people than I'd expected. All of them women. Ten, maybe fifteen. Their ages ran from the twenties to the forties, and most of them were armed. Everything stopped the moment they saw us. Whispers spread through the crowd.
"A man...?"
"Is that real?"
"How old is he?"
The short-haired woman hauled me into the building at the center. It looked like it had once been a café. A few tables remained, and a mattress was laid out in the corner. She shoved me down into a chair. She didn't untie the rope. My wrists ached, bound behind my back.
"Name."
"I'm not telling you."
She snorted. Looking around, I saw women gathering one by one — enough of them to fill the doorway. I could feel all those gazes pinning me at once. My skin prickled. The short-haired woman turned and spoke over her shoulder.
"Thirty-two. Looks healthy. As for abilities... I don't know yet. Let's check him out first."
At the word check, several women's eyes lit up. When I shifted, the rope bit deeper into my flesh. The short-haired woman stood in front of me and lifted my chin, forcing my eyes to meet hers.
"You can live here. I'll give you food, water, a place to sleep. In exchange, you lend us your body. Young men... we don't have any here."
Those words landed strangely heavy. None here. Did that mean there wasn't a single man in the entire camp? I clenched my teeth and said nothing. She shrugged and looked behind her.
"Who wants to go first."
Silence hung for a moment. Then a woman stepped forward from the doorway. She looked around twenty-five — long straight hair, a skinny build, her eyes strangely unfocused. The short-haired woman nodded. The straight-haired woman approached slowly and knelt in front of me. Her hand climbed over my pants. She touched the place where a reaction still lingered, her fingers tracing the shape.
"...It's real."
She muttered it in a low voice. She pulled down my pants, underwear and all. I flinched as the cold air hit me. A small intake of breath rippled through the women around us. The straight-haired woman swallowed, then opened her mouth. A hot, wet heat wrapped around the whole of me. Her tongue moved — slowly licking the head, then traveling down the shaft. She sucked me in, coating me thickly with saliva, and her head began to rock back and forth. She took me deep, pulled back, took me again. The wet sounds of it filled the café.
I clenched my teeth. With my wrists bound, I had no way to resist. The stimulation rose straight through me. I could feel the blood rushing, and the way I was growing harder was being transmitted into her mouth. The straight-haired woman breathed hard through her nose, trying to take it deeper. I felt myself reach her throat. I could feel her holding back a gag, the corners of her eyes wet.
Several of the women around us started taking off their clothes — one lifting her tank top, another dropping her pants. Breasts bared with no bra underneath. Inner thighs already glistening with arousal. Every gaze in the room was locked on me, and on the straight-haired woman's mouth. The short-haired woman came and sat beside me. Her hand slipped onto my chest, reaching under my clothes to touch me directly, twisting a nipple between her fingers. The stimulation came from two directions at once.
The straight-haired woman pulled her mouth away and stood. She took off her pants completely. No underwear either — she was already wet enough. She climbed on top of me, gripped me with one hand, and brought me to her entrance. The heat of her made direct contact. She lowered herself slowly. I started going in. A tight, squeezing heat wrapped around the whole of me — narrow and burning. When she took me to the hilt, we both let out a short moan. She planted both hands on my shoulders and started moving her hips, up and down. Flesh slapped against flesh, mixed with wet, slick sounds.
"Haa... ah, a man's... cock..."
She muttered it between moans. Her breasts were small, but her nipples stood hard, and my eyes went to them every time they bounced. One of the women nearby came over and knelt beside me, pushing her chest toward my face. My lips brushed a nipple. When I tried to turn my head away, the short-haired woman grabbed a fistful of my hair.
Her voice was firm. When I put out my tongue, a salty taste spread across it. The woman at my face rocked her hips back and forth. The straight-haired woman kept moving faster. Her insides clenched as if they were spasming. I could feel her climax coming. She convulsed her hips hard, and her insides contracted tight around me. Hot fluid ran down. That squeezing heat pushed me to my own limit. I thrust up hard and came, the sensation of something scalding shooting out of me transmitted directly into her. She took it, her hips trembling.
For a while, only ragged breathing passed between us. The straight-haired woman slowly lifted herself off. As I slipped out of her, mixed fluids ran down her thighs. She looked down at it and smiled faintly — a strange little smile. She stood, picked up her clothes, and put them on. Another woman approached immediately.
This one looked to be in her early thirties, with a muscular build and short hair swept back. She'd already taken off her top. Her breasts were large and firm, nipples already standing.
She pulled me to my feet. She turned the chair around and pressed my stomach against the backrest. From behind, she yanked my pants all the way down. My legs were forced apart. A hot, slick heat pressed against my ass. She started grinding herself against me — she was already wet enough that it slid easily. With one hand she worked me hard again, then guided me to her entrance and slowly pushed her body onto mine. I sank into her. The squeezing heat wrapped around me all over again. She was taking me from behind. She started moving her hips. Every deep thrust sent the slap of flesh through the room. Her ragged breath spilled across my back.
"Haa... it's been so long. A young man's cock..."
She muttered it between moans. Her hands came around my waist and gripped hard. The pace picked up. Her insides kept clenching. Several of the women around us had their hands between their own legs. I could hear fingers moving fast. Moans leaked out from every corner of the room. The camp filled with the sound of it.
The muscular woman convulsed her hips hard, and her insides contracted like mad. Something hot ran down. I hit my limit once more. I shoved my hips back and came, and she took it, her whole body shaking. My strength left me and I collapsed forward over the chair. The rope on my wrists still hadn't been untied, and my back ached. I was out of breath. My vision blurred for a moment.
The short-haired woman lifted my face. Sweat-soaked hair clung to my skin. She laughed, low in her throat.
Those words sounded cold. The rope came undone. My wrists stung as the blood started circulating again. I was shoved toward the mattress and collapsed onto it. My body felt as heavy as lead. The women around us started filing out one by one. Whispers drifted out through the door.
"They said he's a young man."
"Apparently he's thirty-two."
"It's been so damn long since I've seen one."
"Tomorrow I want to..."
The voices grew more distant. Only the short-haired woman remained, sitting in the corner, watching me while she tended to her knife. I stared at the ceiling. Cracked concrete showed in the faint torchlight. My heart was still pounding. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Taken by several of them, one after another. And now I was being treated like this place's property.
The words that young men were rare kept circling in my head. There wasn't a single man in the entire camp. The moment I appeared, every gaze had changed — eyes close to greed and thirst. Yesterday Suyeon. The woman in the basement before that. The two armed women. All of them had reacted the same way. The puzzle was coming together. In this world, men around my age... were there really almost none left?
I closed my eyes. My body hurt. Wrists, waist, thighs — everything throbbed. But I was still alive. I could look for an opportunity later. For now I needed to conserve my strength. I had to find a way to escape. Or... a way to use this place.
The torchlight wavered slightly. I could still feel the short-haired woman's gaze on me. I let go of consciousness just like that.
The night deepened.