Outdoor Sex in Front of the Anomalies

A special feature of the Hae-sarang Apartment complex:

You could throw an open orgy right out in the open and nobody would say a word.

I appointed myself gatekeeper and started snatching up the anomaly women as they passed by, one by one.

"Got a minute?"

"Yes! Of course."

Even when I grabbed their arms and pulled them in, not one of them showed a hint of reluctance. If anything, they were grinning ear to ear.

Is this what life as a popular guy feels like?

Just touch a woman and she falls into your lap on her own. How the hell did popular guys actually live?

Thanks, anomalies. Because of you, I get to live the popular-guy life.

Even if it was a dream that would shatter any second, that was fine. I planned to enjoy it at a full one hundred percent before it broke.

The head mod was begging now.

I ignored his desperate pleas and kept uploading NSFW shots back to back.

"Everyone line up and stick your asses out. I'll fuck you in order."

Next up: a photo of asses lined up in a row.

A straight line of butts. I snapped the picture and posted it to the gallery.

The more the head mod wailed, the higher the corners of my mouth climbed. A free slave's suffering was my entertainment.

"I'm putting it in!!!"

"Nngh."

The athletic-type woman flushed red and dropped her head. The way she couldn't even lift her face from sheer embarrassment was ridiculously hot.

I knew exactly what made these anomaly bitches tick. This one even had a learning curve. Given enough time, she might even start understanding tsundere or megadere behavior.

"So this is your sweet spot."

I lightly brushed across the abs on her lower belly. Firm muscle sat just under the skin, and beneath that muscle sat her womb. I pressed my fingers in, testing the sports girl's limits.

Squish. Squish. Squish.

Her pussy turned slick and messy. I slipped a finger inside to check the state of things. Sticky love juices clung to my finger.

"Hngh—!"

A few swirls inside her pussy and she came with a soft moan.

"How is your pussy this pathetic? One little stir and a couple of rubs on your lower belly and you just go off that easy, lmao."

I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips.

I already knew this woman was only human on the outside. Inside, she was a fake human that an anomaly had eaten. But as long as the inside didn't show, she was more than hot enough.

"You want this cock?"

I rested my dick between the athletic girl's ass cheeks.

"Uuh… uuh…"

Eyes brimming with tears, she nodded. The look was so cute it made me laugh.

I grabbed her hips right away and drove my waist forward.

"Aah—!"

Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.

I rocked my hips. The wet slap of juices and flesh colliding echoed through the apartment complex.

"It's okay to cum inside! I took my birth control!"

A college-girl anomaly shouted it out like she'd read my mind.

Is this what 'you can cum inside' life feels like?

How the hell did popular guys actually live? Probably a life where women lined up begging for creampies, locked in a pregnancy, and ready to become housewives. Through the anomalies, I got to taste a scrap of that life.

I came inside just like she asked, then grabbed the next ass in line.

"Ajumma, where do you want the cum?"

"Inside my wombmm."

Even if the whole situation was a lie, her pussy clenched diligently around me. With anomalies, as long as the pussy squeezed well, that was enough. I nodded with a satisfied face.

"Hiiit—!"

With a scream of pleasure, the ajumma anomaly collapsed to the floor. I immediately reached for the next one beside her.

Seol In-yul's balls-emptying outdoor sex extravaganza across the apartment complex!

Anomaly residents opened their windows and watched the outdoor sex show.

Convinced, Kim Hana didn't try to stop me. She couldn't have stopped me in the first place. Drawing the attention of the apartment complex's anomalies would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have gotten her killed too.

The sun was going down. Time to head home.

Hana had made me swear I'd cook today no matter what. I didn't want to get chewed out, so I decided to get back early and not miss the agreed time.

"Hey, Onahole Number One — you're coming home with me."

I picked up the athletic girl. Size was right, meat on her was right. Perfect for a one-day onahole.

I fucked her on the way home.

"Huh?"

I arrived at the shared lobby. A small figure was visible in the darkness. Lee Ji-hye was stepping into the elevator.

The dark kept her from being fully visible, but that tiny frame alone was enough to know it was Ji-hye. In this entire apartment complex, the only kid that small was her.

Why is she outside?

I had no idea why she'd come out. What I did know for certain was that I could not let Ji-hye ride the elevator alone.

"Ji-hye, don't close the door!"

I sprinted for the elevator in a panic. Barely made it inside. I stumbled through the doors, gasping for breath.

"Ji-hye, why did you suddenly leave the house—"

I looked at her face once I was aboard.

"Heh. Heh. Gotcha?"

Ji-hye's face twisted. A crude imitation of her features.

"It's spot the difference! Look at yourself in the elevator and find what's wrong. If there's something wrong, hit the close button. If there's nothing wrong, hit the open button and get off on that floor. Get it wrong and I'll come find you tonight!"

There was no rule like this.

Rules that weren't in the rulebook kept turning up. Still, things were better this time — the anomaly had at least explained the problem.

I looked at the mirror. I recalled the elevator rules from the book. Combining what the kid said with the rulebook, I just needed to watch myself in the mirror and find if anything was off.

"…"

The me in the mirror was making a bizarre face. A look of pure disgust. No — the face of someone whose soul had left their body after seeing something that shattered common sense.

"…What ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the hell is this."

Throb. Throb.

The cock still buried in a pussy was pumping out cum. Survival instinct had seized my brain and sent every drop of blood straight to my dick. A cock that hit orgasm in seconds. White semen dripped onto the elevator floor.

"…"

The anomaly, soul-crushed, couldn't even copy me. It froze exactly as I looked. It stayed locked like that for a long while, then finally vanished and disappeared.

"Uh, yeah. Good work."

I dismantled the elevator anomaly with zero effort. I waved a hand and got off on the twelfth floor.

Squish.

"Sorry. I'm dumping you here. Find your own way back."

I tossed the athletic girl in front of the shared lobby and headed down the stairs. Any later and I'd get an earful.

I soaped myself from head to toe. One bar of soap and the shower was done fast. I threw on clothes and hurried over to Kim Hana's place.

"Sorry. I'll get dinner ready right away."

I apologized to her and turned up the gas. Even in an anomaly world, the flame came on just fine.

"It's spicy stir-fried pork. Let's eat."

A rough dish thrown together from whatever was in the fridge. A man's soul food — spicy stir-fried pork — set down on the floor.

"This is good?"

"I roughly followed a YouTube video."

On days I stayed home, I always made spicy stir-fried pork. I could pull up the recipe without even looking.

"You doing okay lately?"

While we kept eating, I casually slipped her the question. Rules that weren't in the rulebook kept turning up. I wanted to know if it was only happening to me, or if Hana was running into them too.

"Why the sudden question?"

"Just checking in on you."

"Seems the same as usual…?"

Hana tilted her head. I swallowed at her answer.

Is it because I keep drawing aggro? Or…

What was certain was that plenty of rules not written in the rulebook were being discovered.

I finished the dishes and went home.

I updated the rulebook on the spot.

Stairs were safer than the elevator. No matter what, I wouldn't even look in the elevator's direction.

"Next up, let's try unit 1505."

Line 34 was a no-go — I'd already been hit by the elevator anomaly there. Line 12 made me uneasy because of unit 901. Line 56 was the least bad option.

I left the house and came down the stairs. Past the shared lobby, I headed for Line 56. Up the stairs to the fifteenth floor.

Bang.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠forced the door open and stepped inside.

"A dog?"

What greeted me first was pet supplies. Clear signs that people had lived here. I hurried to search unit 1505 before any anomalies showed up.

In under ten minutes, I found a notebook and a wallet.