Building an Anomaly Harem at Hae-sarang Apartment

"There's a ton of manga and web novels on here."

I was spending an ordinary morning inside an anomaly when it happened. Fiddling around with the tablet PC, I stumbled on a stash of manga files buried deep in the hard drive. Plenty of series complete through their finales, and no shortage of famous titles either.

"There's even chapters I never bought. Better upload these to the gallery."

After refreshing the web novels and manga, I settled in and started reading in earnest. Sure, I was rich now — but free was free, and I wasn't about to turn it down.

I was lost in the pages, completely absorbed, when the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong— ding-dong—

I set the tablet down and checked outside.

"Hello. We just stopped by to introduce ourselves."

A young man and woman stood hand-in-hand in front of my door. There they were — the newlyweds. According to everything written on the tablet, picking a fight with this couple was a one-way ticket straight out of life.

I wiped the cold sweat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from my forehead, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Hi. Nice to meet you."

She was a beauty with a bright, sunny face. The man beside her was no slouch either — a genuine looker in his own right. When the picture-perfect couple stepped inside, it was as if a warm light had flooded the room.

"Here — a housewarming gift. But why hasn't any furniture arrived yet?"

"I moved in without a plan. I'll get furniture later."

Hana had already briefed me on how to handle this. I'd only just moved in, so of course the furniture hadn't shown up. Stall like that and you could buy yourself at least a month. After that, you were on your own to find a way out.

It's fine. I'll just run before they catch on.

As long as I bolted before the anomalies figured me out, I'd be okay. I looked the woman over and licked my lips.

"Haha — so which unit are you in?"

"Unit 1101."

Pretty far away. I decided that was a good thing — the farther, the better.

I want to fuck her.

NTR was not my thing. Anyone who got off on that deserved to die, as far as I was concerned. But touching her pussy a little — that had to be fine, right?

Licking my dry lips, I put the question to the Magic Conch Flute.

Magic Conch Flute. Would it be okay if I touched this woman's pussy?

Die.

Yeah, never mind.

I didn't trust what my eyes told me. I had no interest ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in throwing my life away over one woman.

"We brought some food. Would you like to eat with us?"

She offered a tray with a radiant smile. I opened it. Galbijjim sat inside, steam still rising off the braised short ribs. Food cooked by an anomaly itself. No telling what kind of tricks had gone into it — but refusing wasn't an option either.

I squeezed my eyes shut and reached for the ribs.

Ugh… that reek.

The gamey stench was overwhelming. I had no idea what kind of meat this was. It was so foul, so rank, I could barely swallow.

Eat it. You have to eat it. Spit it out and who knows what they'll do to you.

I forced myself to chew the meat and get it down. But the mountain I still had to climb was enormous — a heap of galbijjim piled high. Across from me, the husband was picking at his food in tiny, reluctant bites. His face looked terrible, like he was one second from throwing up. He was forcing it down the same way I was. That guy was useless. The kind of man who deserved to get NTR'd by Golden Sun. Your own wife cooks for you and you can't eat it because it smells a little gamey? If the Magic Conch Flute had given me the green light, I'd have stolen his wife right out from under him.

"Urgh."

I couldn't hold back the gag.

"Is my cooking not to your taste?"

Her eyes went wide. Pupils gone — the eyes of a predator that had just spotted its prey. If I threw up this food, I was dead. I didn't know how, but I was dead.

"Gulp. It's perfect. Ah — really delicious."

I forced the food down and pulled the corners of my mouth up into a smile.

"Thank you. It's been a long time since someone ate my cooking the way you just did."

Her voice and her eyes returned to normal. I'd passed the test the anomaly had personally administered.

"Haha. It was great."

I washed the reek out of my mouth with water. Delicious, my ass. I was so disgusted I could still puke.

"My husband doesn't like my cooking, you see. It would be nice if he ate it as happily as you do."

"D-don't say things like that."

The husband's face went ashen. Completely under her thumb. Good. Stay that way for the rest of your life. You don't get to have a self.

"Thank you. I'll cook something again and bring it over next time."

She waved as she headed out.

"Hhhhhhhk."

I bolted for the kitchen and guzzled tap water. The chlorine in it seemed to scrub at least some of the gamey stench away.

"Hoo… fuck."

The churning in my gut settled a little. I sat on the floor, gasping for air.

Already time to eat. I was too wiped out to move. I left Kim Hana a reply.

Aside from Kim Hana, Lee Ji-hye, and me, there were no humans left in this building. The whole place was crawling with anomalies. I'd already figured the newlyweds were anomalies — but I hadn't expected even Kim Hana not to recognize them.

I wrote the rule down in my notebook and set it aside. I didn't tell Kim Hana. If we were on the verge of escaping, maybe — but there was no reason to dump the truth on her and make her worry.

She was surviving just fine before I got here. She'll be fine going forward too.

I didn't want to see her dragged into this. Even if I died, I'd just regress anyway.

I didn't want to watch Kim Hana die because of me. After leaving her that comment, I collapsed onto the living room floor, pulled the blanket I'd begged off her over myself, and lazed around. About an hour later, I managed to get my strength back.

"Sssssssip. Nice air."

Energy restored. Next step: discharge. I needed to replenish the vitality that had hit rock bottom. I stripped, folded my clothes neatly, and headed out of the apartment. I'd eaten meat — time to put it to use.

It was early afternoon on a weekend. Plenty of people were heading out for groceries. I planted myself in front of the apartment's main entrance like a gatekeeper and watched the housewives and single women coming and going.

"Hi there. On your way to school?"

I'd written a new rule into Hae-sarang Apartment: any woman who wanted to pass through the front gate had to endure my harassment first.

Nothing but beauties.

These anomaly bastards must have been trying to get on my good side — deliberately taking the forms of gorgeous women.

"Hey. Where you headed?"

I blocked the path of a college girl in skimpy clothes trying to walk through the gate.

"The PC… cafe."

Her words dragged, like she already knew what was about to happen.

"I see."

I nodded and moved behind her. I slipped my hand under her clothes, unhooked her bra with practiced ease, and tossed it aside.

"Mm. Done. Pretty."

Her nipples poked out through the fabric. A beautiful, lovely sight — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the kind that made a smile rise on its own. I nodded, then reached around from behind and grabbed her breasts hard. Squeeze. Knead. I gripped them and shook them this way and that. The soft, yielding feel of them nearly short-circuited my brain.

"Me too!"

"You're too young. Come back when you've grown some."

I sent the too-young anomaly packing. Maybe it was because they were anomalies, but they seemed to look at human men as sex-crazed monsters.

"I'm bored of you. Go home."

After thoroughly groping her chest and working her up, I sent her on her way.

"Nnh. Y-yes."

The anomaly went quietly. I started scouting my next target. A housewife approaching the front gate. I licked my lips and closed in.

If I fuck an anomaly, does that count as NTR? Or is it safe because they're not human?

It was a question I'd chewed on for a long time. The answer turned out to be surprisingly simple: as long as nobody saw it from the outside, there was no problem.

It could all just be a lie the anomalies made up, after all.

Therefore: if no boyfriend or husband was in sight, it was safe.

"Hello. Looks like you're coming back from shopping."

I approached the housewife returning with her groceries.

"Yes, that's right."

She gave me a bright smile. The little boy holding her hand wore an expression of complete innocence. Clearly she hadn't listened when her husband told her not to smile at other men.

"Which supermarket did you go to?"

"The one just up the street."

A defining feature of Hae-sarang Apartment: married women and single girls alike always returned a greeting. Even a total loser could become a celebrity in here.

"You're wearing some really slutty panties today."

I flipped her skirt up and took a look.

"Nnh. I was planning something with my husband tonight."

Even with me harassing her right out in the open, the housewife just bit her lip and endured it. A married-woman anomaly who put up with sexual harassment. I could straight-up eat her out and it wouldn't be a problem.

I licked my lips and buried my nose in her panties.

Sssssssip.

I drew in a breath. A faint body-wash scent, like she'd just showered, tangled with a light trace of sweat and filled my nose. The trauma from that insane newlywed couple anomaly was starting to wash away, just a little.

I dragged my tongue across the fabric. The panties were soaked in no time.

"Nnh."

"Feeling my tongue right now, are you? Your husband would be pretty disappointed if he saw this."

"Nnh."

I drove my thick cock into her already-warmed pussy.

"Nnnhh."

A thin trickle of blood seeped out from inside her. Virgin blood.

"Fuck, is this a virgin refill or what?"

A married woman with a kid, and she was a virgin? Crazy anomaly bastards. They didn't even have basic common sense. I offered a silent thank-you to the anomaly that had manifested the fantasy of a virgin mommy.

These anomaly fucks lmao — they don't even know the difference between virgin and non-virgin.

Still, I appreciated them throwing me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a setting that got me hard. I rocked my hips a little, came inside her, and took off after the next anomaly. There was still plenty of time left before the sun went down.