Seol In-yul, Security Guard of Hae-sarang Apartment
What the hell was that?
A city in ruins — that had unmistakably been Seoul.
Was this world sealed off by the Causality Regenerator?
The sight matched a world isolated by the Causality Regenerator. But unlike my father-in-law's situation, there was no one here playing the role of warden. Kim Hana was not the type for that kind of job.
Is everyone dead? Or is there some other reason?
Sweat traced a line down my forehead. Once again, I had come face-to-face with a truth buried in this world.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound of someone rapping on the door snapped me back to my senses. In this apartment, there was only one person who knocked that carefully.
The building captain lady!
I licked my lips and opened the front door. Dead was dead — first things first, I needed to deal with this libido. Maybe it was because I'd just died, but my erection refused to go down.
"You're the new resident, correct?"
"No. My name is Woo Myeong-cheol."
"That's not right."
The building captain's expression hardened to stone. She glared at me like she wanted me dead — and not just figuratively. If things went sideways, she would genuinely try to kill me.
"I'm Woo Myeong-cheol."
When dealing with anomalies, you needed shamelessness. I lied without so much as a flicker of change in my face.
"That's not right."
"I'm Woo Myeong-cheol."
"That's not right."
"I'm Woo Myeong-cheol."
"That's not right."
"I said Woo Myeong-cheol."
"That's not right."
This was going nowhere. The building captain just kept repeating the same line. If I wanted to convince her, I needed something other than a name.
Something else? Like what?
She'd accepted the alias Kim Cheol-su just fine, but she wouldn't take Woo Myeong-cheol. I cursed under my breath at the blatant double standard.
"That's not right." "That's not right." "That's not right." "That's not right." "That's not right." "That's not right." "That's not right."
The same words, over and over. Then — bang. Thud. Creeeak.
The sounds of front doors opening and closing echoed through the building. The anomalies had heard the captain's voice, aggroed, and were heading this way.
Ah, right. That thing.
I suddenly remembered an item I'd duplicated. The Flashlight of Hope. It had the ability to briefly knock an anomaly unconscious when shone on them. I pulled out the replicated flashlight and aimed it at the captain's face.
"That's n—"
She stopped mid-word. Empty pupils. I waved a hand in front of her eyes. Nothing. The flashlight's beam had completely shut her mind down.
"Completely checked out, huh? What a total airhead."
I licked my lips. Perfect timing — a free-range meat toilet had just rolled right up to my door. The regression aftershock had drained my balls to empty, but now they were back at a full one hundred percent charge. I brought my rock-hard cock over to the captain.
"Business first."
I snatched the ballpoint pen from her hand, changed the name for unit 503 to Woo Myeong-cheol, and set it down.
"Now for the main course."
I licked my lips and put my hands on the older woman's body. Honestly, she looked better suited to being a chaebol chairman's secretary than running apartment building admin.
I hefted her fully ripened breasts with both hands.
"Damn. That's some weight."
It felt like curling dumbbells. At this size and heft, they had to be around three or four kilos — H-cups, easy.
"They're huge."
The biggest pair I'd ever encountered in my life.
"Clothes coming off!"
I unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Those massive breasts swayed free, putting on a show all their own. I buried my face between them and savored the zero-gravity sensation. For a moment my mind just blanked out, overwhelmed by the sheer mass.
"Hah… hah… hah… haah…"
I was too worked up to hold back. Time to teach this crazy fucking anomaly bitch a lesson. Payback for tearing humans apart.
I shoved her top up and groped her tits. Then I hiked up her bottom and slipped a hand into her panties.
Pussy moisture: below average.
Not wet at all — dry as asphalt. What my fingertips found was a rough, arid texture like dry sand. I pushed through the resistance and worked my way into the cave. And deep inside, I discovered a treasure still sleeping.
A hymen! She'd stayed a virgin all the way to thirty — a full-blown spinster auntie.
"I'm gonna fuck a thirty-something virgin auntie! I'm doing it! Fuck, I'm putting it in! Foreplay first so I can put it in!"
I'd gotten her age from the ID in her wallet. Early thirties — about the same age as Manager Kim Yul-ryeong. I treated the captain's body like a substitute for Manager Kim and kept caressing her.
"Tits so big they could trigger age regression."
I buried my face between her breasts again. That overwhelming mass really could send a man straight back to infancy. The captain's true weak point was her chest. I toyed with her nipples a few times, then squeezed her breasts hard enough to burst them.
"Nngh… th-that's… nnnh…"
Her breathing stretched out, her words turning slow and slurred. The fact that she only got off when I crushed them told me she was a serious masochist.
"Titjob later — first I'm putting it in!"
Foreplay was a luxury a masochist didn't need. I stopped caressing and drove straight into her half-wet pussy.
"Nngh. That's… not…"
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Anomalies weren't human. They were just dolls that looked like people. You could fuck them raw all you wanted without catching anything or getting sick. Sure, there was the minor downside of potentially dying — but for an infinite regressor, that wasn't a downside at all!
"Hic. Hic. Hic. Hic."
The captain had lost language entirely. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and sniffed it.
"Smells nice. Wonder what shampoo she uses."
The lewd scent made my cock swell even harder. My glans hammered against her deepest point.
"Ooh. Ooooh. Ooh."
She was completely gone now, reduced to nothing but moans.
"Fuck, an anomaly bitch should understand the moment a human speaks. You kept running your mouth till I had to burn an item on you?"
"Ah, ah, n-no, aaah—"
"From now on, when you meet me, you only answer yes or no. Got it?"
I clamped a hand around the captain's throat. Time to put this anomaly bitch in her place.
"Ooooooh—"
An unauthorized, irresponsible creampie. I poured thick white cum deep into the captain's womb.
"Hoo."
I pulled out. She went right back to normal, like nothing had happened.
"Hello? Ma'am? Hello!"
I shook the still-dazed captain awake, leaving her disheveled clothes exactly as they were, grabbing her by the shoulders and rocking her back and forth.
"Ah. Ugh. I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Woo Myeong-cheol. I must have made a mistake."
The captain came to and apologized. Changing the name had worked.
"I'll be going now."
She bowed at the waist, stepped into the elevator, and vanished.
"TV, internet, computer. Welcome back to civilization."
I turned around. Furniture had appeared in a home that had been completely empty — a TV, a sofa, a computer, a desk, a fridge, a washing machine. The power was working properly and the computer booted up. The internet, of course, did not.
"Hoo. Time to go see Hana."
Things were looking considerably better than before. The fridge was stacked with ingredients like a small mountain, and according to Hana, it restocked on a set schedule. I wouldn't even need her help for food.
I ran straight to Hana's place.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I rapped carefully on the door. It opened just as carefully.
"Ah… who is it?"
Hana saw my face and froze in confusion.
"It's me. AnomalySmutPoster."
"Huh? F-for real?"
Her reaction was off. A look of suspicion crossed her face. She couldn't bring herself to take my word for it.
"Of course it's real. You think I'd be fake right now?"
Living this long inside an anomaly had given her a full-blown distrust of people. Honestly, if I were surrounded by nothing but anomalies, I'd end up the same way.
"R-right…"
She didn't look convinced. She was clearly still doubting me. Only after I leveraged the gallery did I finally manage to erase her suspicion.
"I'm going by the alias Woo Myeong-cheol right now. Be careful what you say outside."
"Got it."
"I'm heading to the security office. Wanna come with?"
"No. I'm not feeling well today."
Last loop she'd followed me around just fine. Why the sudden illness?
"Alright."
I couldn't exactly drag a sick kid along by force. I went down the stairs alone and headed for the security office.
"Good morning, sir. Sorry for clocking in late."
I stepped into the security office with a cheerful greeting.
"Who are you?"
"It's me, sir. Woo Myeong-cheol. Don't you remember?"
The man looked me over with a blank expression, studying my face from every angle.
Zzzt.
Static crackled across the world, then everything normalized.
Did the time period just shift?
The brand-new building interior had aged a little. Wrinkles had appeared on the Management Bureau employee's face.
Who the hell is this?
In the seat next to him sat a woman I'd never seen before. No idea who she was — she hadn't been there a second ago.
"Ah, Myeong-cheol. Sorry about that. My eyes have been getting blurry lately…"
"That's usually just dryness, sir. You should put some eye drops in."
Ordinary small talk followed. These weren't inorganic, doll-like beings anymore. They'd gained autonomy and started acting like real people.
"Myeong-cheol, what are you doing? Get to work."
I sat in a chair and clattered away at the keyboard, pretending to work. Nobody complained even if I never turned the monitor on — just going through the motions was enough. I kept tapping keys while watching everyone around me.
"Haa, patrol time already. Which line are we covering today?"
"Line 12, sir."
Line 12. Back when I was just a regular civilian, it was a place I'd been too scared to go near. But as a security guard, things were different.
"I'll take the patrol, sir!"
"Really? Thanks. I'll leave it to you, then."
My senior handed me a flashlight and a baton.
When shone on an anomaly, it recoils and retreats.
Hitting an anomaly with it hurts them a great deal.
These were items too. Far lower quality than even the cheapest junk the Management Bureau dealt in.
Better than nothing, I guess.
Items were items. I grabbed the baton and flashlight and headed into Line 12.