Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Murder
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Five days had already passed since cohabitation with Sua began.
Those five days brought quite positive changes to my bunker life.
At first, Sua had been terrified, constantly watching my every move, but now she seemed fairly well-adjusted to this lifestyle.
Above all, it was clear she'd firmly imprinted who her meal ticket was.
I was lounging obliquely on the living room sofa, watching a rerun of some variety show.
The people on the screen laughed and chatted away with carefree expressions. Hard to believe that world existed just a few months ago—it felt like a fantasy movie now.
I turned my gaze to the kitchen.
Tak, tak, tak.
Cheerful chopping sounds.
Sua was preparing lunch.
Her outfit was exactly as I'd demanded.
A thin frilled apron draped over her otherwise completely naked body.
The so-called "naked apron" look.
From behind, her pale back, slender waist, and firm butt were blatantly exposed.
Her butt cheeks jiggled like pudding with every movement.
The apron strings were precariously wedged between her butt crack.
The fact that untying just that one string would let me plunge right in stirred a strange thrill.
"Oppa, can you taste this? The miso soup seems about done."
Sua turned around with the ladle in hand, flashing a bright smile.
A glimpse of her side boob and pink nipple peeked out from the edge of the apron.
"Bring it here."
Sua trotted over and held the ladle to my mouth.
Hearty, salty flavor. Perfect.
"Tasty. Your cooking skills have improved."
"Hehe, good thing. It's all thanks to the quality ingredients."
Sua beamed like a puppy at the praise.
She really was quick on the uptake at twenty years old.
The nighttime activities were the same. She'd only cried in pain at first, but now she knew my preferences and even shook her hips proactively.
At this point, she seemed trustworthy enough.
I locked my bedroom door from the outside every night, but tonight I considered leaving it open.
No way she'd slit my throat or try to run at this stage.
This peace, this comfort—it felt like it would last forever.
Ziiing-.
Until that sound.
The intercom alert.
The living room air turned ice-cold in an instant.
Sua stared at me with wide, startled bunny eyes.
"Wh-who is it?"
"Shh. Be quiet."
I muted the TV with the remote and stood up.
I approached the wall-mounted CCTV monitor.
Checked the screen.
A woman stood at the entrance camera.
Tight leggings and a short puffer jacket.
She wore a mask, but her eyes looked familiar.
It was "Dildojalneutm," the one who'd sent the message.
Twenty-three years old, nurse aide.
She'd finally come.
But I didn't hit the door-open button right away.
Something felt off.
A lone escapee would normally glance around nervously or show clear signs of anxiety.
But this woman was far too calm. Like someone was watching her from behind.
I manipulated the camera angles to scan the forest around the bunker entrance and the blind spots.
"......"
My lips curled into a sneer.
There it was.
Next to the entrance, crouched behind a rock in a camera blind spot—three men.
Steel pipe, kitchen knife, baseball bat in their hands.
No guns visible. Not that guns were easy to come by in Korea anyway.
Amateur raiders.
They'd tossed the woman out as bait to get the door open, then planned to rush in.
They'd pegged me for a sucker.
"Sua."
"Y-yes?"
"Go to your room right now. Lock the door and don't come out, no matter what you hear."
"Wh-what's happening...? Who's outside?"
"I said don't worry about it and go."
My sharp tone made Sua flinch and nod.
Still in her apron, she scurried into the guest room.
I confirmed the door shut, then headed to the armory.
Pulled out the assault rifle.
Slapped in the magazine and racked the charging handle.
Chak.
The cold metallic feel traveled through my fingertips.
I'd never imagined actually firing this at real people.
My heart started pounding, but anger outweighed the fear.
Daring to invade my sanctuary? Trying to ruin my paradise?
I picked up the intercom handset.
"Who is it."
-It's... Dildojalneutm from the message... I came alone... please open the door...
The voice through the speaker was pitiful to the extreme. Nice acting skills.
"You're definitely alone?"
-Yes, yes! Really alone... I'm scared to death... please...
"Got it. Opening the door."
I pressed the primary blast door button.
A heavy mechanical groan, and the outer door swung open.
The monitor showed the woman stepping inside.
And right behind her, the three lurkers darted in like rats.
I sequentially opened the secondary and tertiary doors.
Come on in. To hell.
At the final airtight door.
I positioned myself upstairs on the stairs, concealed in the shadows behind cover.
Set the selector to semi-auto.
Their footsteps echoed.
"Yo, the door really opened."
"Jackpot. Looks like there's power inside."
"This fucker's gotta be living alone. We grab him, all the food's ours."
The men's chuckling voices, tension easing.
Couldn't see me, so they relaxed.
The woman led, the men followed down the stairs.
Their heads entered my sight picture.
The lead man was burly, gripping a steel pipe.
I held my breath.
Pulled the trigger.
Bang-!
Even with the suppressor, the gunshot roared like it was tearing my eardrums in the enclosed space.
"Urk?!"
The lead man's head snapped back.
A hole punched through his forehead, spraying red blood and gray brain matter across the wall.
Like a bursting watermelon.
He didn't even scream, tumbling backward down the stairs.
"What the—?!"
"A gun?! Fuck, he has a gun!"
The remaining two froze in shock.
Never dreamed it'd be a real firearm. Probably figured airsoft or a gas gun at worst.
Flailing in panic, they looked ridiculous.
I fired without hesitation.
Bang-! Bang-!
Holes tore through the second guy's chest. He gurgled "Guhk... kuhk..." foaming blood as he collapsed.
The last one spun to flee.
No chance.
Aimed for the spine on his exposed back.
Bang-!
"Kwaaaak!"
His legs buckled, and he rolled down the stairs shrieking in agony.
It was over in seconds.
Less than thirty seconds, and three grown men were corpses.
The stairs reeked of blood and gunpowder.
"Kyaaaaak! S-save me! Waaah!"
"Dildojalneutm," who'd been in front, collapsed to the floor, clamping her ears and screaming.
Trembling and drenched in blood, it was quite the sight.
I approached slowly, muzzle steady.
Her screams grew louder with each footstep.
I stood over the last one, still gasping for breath.
He looked up at me with terror-filled eyes, reaching out a hand.
"S-save... please..."
"I don't welcome uninvited guests."
I put a round through his head for good measure.
Pfft.
His last breath rattled out.
Perfect silence.
Tinnitus rang in my ears.
My stomach churned.
I'd killed people. Three of them.
This wasn't a game or a movie.
The fishy blood stench assaulted my nose, and the guts' foul odor turned my stomach inside out.
My hands trembled faintly.
But I couldn't let it show.
I looked down at the surviving woman with cold eyes.
"Get up."
"I-I'm sorry... I-I'll do anything you say... don't kill me... huhuk..."
She'd pissed herself—her leggings were soaked between the legs.
I grabbed her by the hair with one hand.
"Aak!"
"Shut up and follow."
I dragged her deeper into the bunker.
Third basement level, main storage corner—the iron-barred cell I'd built but never used.
I threw her inside.
"Stay holed up in there and reflect. Once my mood improves, I'll deal with you."
"Huu... hik... y-yes..."
I locked the iron door and turned away.
Now for the shittiest part.
Corpse disposal.
I fetched a large tarp and cart from storage.
The stairs looked like a slaughterhouse.
Blood-slick to the point of slippery.
Forcing down the nausea, I wrapped the bodies in the tarp and dragged them outside.
Luckily, it was forest out there. Feed the beasts, done.
I mopped the bloodied floor and doused it with bleach.
The smell still wouldn't fade.
By the time I finished cleaning and returned to the living room, the sun had set.
My whole body felt drained.
I flopped onto the sofa.
My hands were still shaking.
Murder.
Self-defense or not, the feel, the sound, the smell—they were seared into my brain.
Terror, excitement, guilt—emotions tangled, my head felt like it would burst.
I needed an outlet.
Something to wash away this filth, to confirm I was alive, that I ruled this space.
Sua, trembling somewhere, came to mind.
I went to the guest room and opened the door.
Sua was huddled in the bed corner, buried under the blanket.
"Sua."
"Hik!"
She jolted like she'd been electrocuted, peeking her head out.
The moment she saw me, her eyes shook violently.
She'd spotted the bloodstains on my clothes.
"O-oppa... that blood... outside... what was that noise..."
"Shut up. Come out."
Instead of answering, I yanked her wrist and dragged her to the living room.
"Ow... oppa, what's wrong... you're scaring me..."
"Strip."
I positioned her in front of the sofa and commanded.
Sua trembled but didn't resist, untying the apron strings.
It slipped to the floor, revealing her naked body.
But I felt no arousal like usual.
Irritation surged instead.
Her terrified expression overlapped with those of the dead men.
I roughly shoved her onto the sofa.
No foreplay.
Unbuckled my pants and pulled out my cock.
It was erect, but laced with anger beneath the hardness.
I spread her legs wide and forced into her dry hole.
"Aauk! H-hurts...! Oppa, w-wait...!"
"Shut it. No noise."
Her tight walls clenched in resistance.
I ignored it and thrust upward.
Thud, thud, thud.
The flesh-slapping sounds rang dry and violent, like the gunshots earlier.
"Hngk... uuh... hurts... hik..."
Sua let out pained moans, clutching my arm.
Tears streamed from her eyes.
Normally, that sight would fill me with conquest, but not now.
Close my eyes, and I saw the exploded heads.
The blood smell wouldn't leave my nostrils.
Sua's flesh scent drowned in it.
Her warm inner walls felt like a dead man's guts.
"Damn..."
My thrusts grew rougher.
Desperate for pleasure, but only emptiness and disgust followed.
Sensing my foul mood, Sua forced out moans to appease me.
"Haaaah... o-oppa... feels good... hik... more, more..."
Trembling voice. Fake ecstasy.
It grated even more.
"Hngg... i-inside's so hot... uht... oppa's cock... too big... ahn!"
"......"
I gripped her breasts hard.
"Aat!"
"Why are your moans like that? Can't make them sexier?"
"S-sorry... hng... uuhng... nasal ones... hngg...!"
Sua desperately mixed in nasal whines with her moans.
"Haang! Aang! Oppa... I-I'm dying... ung! Nnghoot!"
But my mind cooled further.
This wasn't sex. Just venting on a fleshlight.
The dead men's afterimages wouldn't fade.
I'd killed people. With my own hands.
The fact crushed me.
Suddenly, everything repulsed me.
This situation, Sua trembling with legs spread, and myself.
I stopped dead.
"Hng...? O-oppa...?"
Sua looked up at me with anxious eyes.
Climax was far off. My lust had evaporated.
Irritated, I yanked out.
A wet pop, and she flinched.
"Wh-why...? Did I do something wrong...?"
"Forget it. Ruined the mood."
I pulled up my pants.
Sua huddled naked on the sofa, at a loss.
"O-oppa... calm down... I'll do better... want my mouth? Please?"
She crawled toward my legs.
Fear of abandonment, of death—raw survival instinct.
Pitiful, yet oddly repulsive.
"Beat it. Don't touch me tonight."
I shoved her aside and entered the bedroom.
Bang.
Shut the door and collapsed onto the bed.
Staring at the ceiling, nausea kept rising.
Murder.
Its weight bore down heavier than the bunker's thick concrete walls.
No sleep tonight.
Faint sobs from Sua drifted in from outside.
This was hell.
A full-bellied, back-warmed hell right here.