Chapter 3. Aren't you guys hiding something here?
Chapter 3. Aren't you guys hiding something here?
"Oh my, are you trying to fight us?"
"Just because you caught the most trash-like ones, aren't you a bit too confident?"
"Those males who were like that~ couldn't even enjoy themselves and are all burning over there, how about acting a bit smarter?"
When I gestured for them to come at me first, as if inviting them.
The four Onahole candidates, finding me utterly ridiculous, smiled seductively and slowly began to surround me.
"......Indeed, now that I think about it, this situation is a bit troublesome."
"Regretting it now? I didn't know you had such a cute side♡"
"Hey, stop the chit-chat and let's start quickly. We need to have a taste and take him away before the leader gets on our case."
"If he runs away like that shota brat last time, won't it be troublesome? Should we cut his legs off first?"
"We'll cut them after we've had our fun, for now just cut his Achilles tendons♡"
Without even asking why someone might regret,
giggling among themselves with inhuman talk,
and twisting their soft thighs wrapped in stockings—
these insolent Onahole candidates, who had about as much manners as the number of condoms I'll use in the future, seemed to need a bit of education.
'But it really is troublesome. To educate them, I'd have to solve "that problem" first.'
Is the problem that they're stronger and more numerous than the Onahole candidates I met before?
Am I regretting now that I carelessly rushed alone, unarmed, into enemy territory?
Tch, I'll shove those stupid worries and concerns right up their cunts.
"It's too late for regrets, male!!"
"......"
The reason why, at this very moment,
I'm so troubled and hesitant to attack those Onahole bitches.
That reason is.
"If you'd just obediently taken out your cock, you might have saved your life—!?"
Ppeo-eok!!
"Kyaaak♡?!?"
Tumble.......
"He-heuk...♡"
"Wha, what? Is she dead?"
"...No way. A human male's fist... can't possibly deal damage to us, right?"
"Sh, she's really dead...!?"
That concern is that my fist, which I never got to properly swing during the Tutorial, is too strong.
Even Onaholes, who treat the physical durability of an ordinary adult male as "nothing",
can't withstand a single punch of mine and burst like trash mob slimes.
"*Sigh... I knew it. How am I supposed to educate you like this?"
As I looked at Onahole Candidate 1, who had died screaming with her soft and chewy belly caved in,
the remaining three Onahole candidates, their light-pink lips only fluttering as if unable to accept the reality before their eyes,
I too alternated my gaze between those Onaholes and Candidate 1, who had died with a vulgar expression, and let out a sigh.
'Clearing the Stage will be too easy, but for Onahole farming, my bare hands are too strong.'
Judging solely by the echoing sound and result, it might look like I put all my strength into that punch, but that's not the case at all.
The fist I drove into that Onahole's lower abdomen was certainly stronger than the one I swung at Canteen in the Tutorial, but
to me, it was just something like a light "jab" with slightly more force than before.
For me, who planned to roughly beat them down and then conduct a cunt quality inspection, this unstoppable superhuman strength felt excessive.
'If they keep dying this easily, it's troublesome... Is there no good method?'
As I pondered how to solve this problem for a while,
I soon came up with a very ingenious idea to safely knock out the Onaholes.
"Wha, what are you doing? Don't come closer!!"
"Don't you guys hide something around here?"
"S, suddenly, what do you......"
Malkang!!
"Hi-eut♡!??"
I, who was troubled because my strength was too strong,
came up with a method for safe Onahole farming:
To farm "equipment" that can deliver weaker blows than my fist.
Remembering that Air Freshener had pulled a gun from between her breasts,
and having witnessed her comrade's horrific demise,
I grabbed the tits of the three Onahole candidates, which were well vacuum-packed in latex leotards and frozen in place,
and began to grope them earnestly to search for usable equipment, starting a body inspection.
"You guys also hide something between these big, soft things, right? Hurry up and take everything out."
"Th, that's only special for them♡♡"
"Lies again. Then what about this soft and chewy gummy bear-like thing that's poking out at the tip here? Is it decoration?"
"Hi-euk♡♡ Th, that's not decoration, it's my nipp...♡"
Kkojip!!
"Don't twist that♡ Don't twist ittt♡♡"
"'Not' my ass. Don't try to make excuses."
"I, I have a g, gun between my breasts. I'll hand it over quietly, so stop groping......"
"You're lying. You only hid just that one thing between these big ones? You think I don't know you're hiding more?"
"No♡ It's the truth♡ If you keep groping, I'm really gonna come♡"
Pusyut♡ Pyusyut♡♡
"Hi-geuk...I c-came♡ I really came♡ So please stop now♡♡"
"Sssip, shut your mouth-cunt for a bit. I can't concentrate."
Oh, in case you misunderstand, let me clarify.
Right now, without any ulterior motives, purely for the purpose of equipment farming,
I am kneading these bitches' voluptuous tits like freshly steamed rice cakes.
Making them climax with just their tits, or massaging to increase the sensitivity of their baby-feeding dispensers—
Please don't have the unpleasant misunderstanding that I'm engaging in such crude and vulgar behavior.
Anyway, after investigating the three Onahole candidates' cleavage without any personal feelings, the result was:
I only got one loaded pistol and four spare magazines.
I hadn't acquired any equipment that could subdue without killing, like a club or a dagger.
"Sssip, that's a bit disappointing. Don't you have anything else besides this pistol?"
"Ahe♡ Aheee♡"
"T, tits feel so goood♡"
"......♡"
Thinking that maybe there was equipment I hadn't found despite my thorough investigation, I asked the Onahole candidates who were now squirting fluids and melting, but they gave no other answer besides arousing moans.
"Sigh, what a shame, but it can't be helped."
Well, still, thanks to cleanly dealing with one with a gut punch,
the remaining bitches, who became scared and immediately put on "spread-your-cunt faces",
I was able to conduct cunt inspections so easily, wasn't I?
Getting one ranged weapon is still a gain, so I decided to think positively.
"Alright, I'll begin the inspection. Everyone, don't move and just spread your legs wide."
Jjilkkeok♡ Jjilkkeok♡ Jjilkkeok♡
After slightly pushing aside the latex high-leg covering their cunts, the cunt quality inspection began.
"Hmm♡"
"Ah-ut♡"
"......♡"
"Sigh."
It might be a pity for the cunts of these three Onaholes that long for my thick cock so much that I can touch their cervix with just my fingers,
but all three had cunts of far lower quality than the Canteen I'd met before.
With such shoddy cunt tightness, like a defective Chinese rubber band, it'd seem better to have just shot one off in Canteen's cunt earlier.
Moreover, unlike Canteen or Air Freshener, they didn't have any particular outstanding good points, which made me disappointed.
"Did I just waste my time? What a pity."
Facing such terrible inspection results despite my earnest, unselfish search,
I let out a deep sigh, lay the three Onaholes squirming like worms side by side, and prepared to finish.
It's a shame I couldn't ejaculate again, but what can you do?
'I can't start my journey to satisfy this endless hunger with defective goods.'
With that thought finished, as they pitifully trembled their melon tits,
I stepped right over the cunts of the three Onaholes, which were gushing sticky cunt juices like a volcano,
and without hesitation, I pulled the trigger aimed at their lower bellies, covering their wombs, for a final test.
"Kka-eut!?"
Ting!!
"As expected, they can withstand a pistol bullet."
As I expected, the lead bullet bounced off with a sound of hitting something resilient and rolled pathetically on the floor.
Wondering if it was a misunderstanding due to my poor aim, I aimed at parts that were nice to pinch, like nipples or clits, and pulled the trigger again, but
"Ah-heuk♡ Ah-heut♡♡"
The bullets left only light marks or fresh blue bruises on the Onaholes' tips and then bounced off helplessly.
As I expected, they didn't deliver a fatal blow like my light jabs did.
Of course, the spots that were hit trembled, and even though they were unconscious, they kept letting out lewd moans.
Their bodies were bulletproof, but the impact a pistol could deliver was exactly at the level of a subduing round.
In other words, this gun was perfectly suited to replace my strong fist and act as a "gut-shot subduing tool."
"This is as good a harvest as Canteen! I'm very pleased."
Along with the gut-shot play using the semi-automatic pistol,
and the fact that I could lightly subdue the common Onahole candidates I'd meet in the future without using my fist,
I let out a satisfied laugh and bundled the gun and bullets into my pockets.
"Ah-heu♡ Ah-heu-eu♡"
"Ah, right. I have to finish off these too."
Eu-jik♡ Eu-ji-jik♡
"Kkuu......."
"Kkyau......."
"......♡"
Of course, I didn't forget to tidy up the failed Onaholes and cleanly finished them off.
Just because they have superhuman bodies that bullets can't penetrate,
doesn't mean it's impossible to twist their necks by hand, or to personally scrunch them into pretty paper cranes that'd be nice to display at home.
"Over there!! There's a male!!"
"You killed the entire scout team? Hey, everyone gather here!! It's an emergency!!"
After lightly dealing with that dog-licking rag-bitch (1), a disposable Daiso-brand Air Freshener (1), and four shoddy Onahole cunts (4),
from afar, I heard the sound of the remaining 14 Onahole candidates rushing over.
Among those bitches charging with their massive tits dangling on their chests, shaking like cows let loose in a field,
praying that at least one would be worthy of receiving my well-withheld semen deep in her womb, I lightly loaded the obtained pistol.