Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Die
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Fucking bitch.
Ten days since Ye-ji died.
A life shut away in my room like a shut-in.
After her death, something in my life broke.
She wasn't a woman I'd known for long in my life, nor was she anything special.
Just a pretty face with a great body, that's all.
But she made me expect more than I thought, and then she shattered it.
A hole gaped open in one corner of my heart, refusing to fill.
Fuck... goddamn bitch.
Nothing stuck to my hands.
No sex drive, no motivation.
Only the desire to sleep, but even that fucking worthless sleep never properly came to me.
"Sleep."
I called it forcibly, but it didn't come.
"Sleep."
Fucking shit. Being a pain in the ass again today.
"Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep."
Only after calling it that many times did it finally deign to appear, granting me sleep like some kind of favor.
Fucking shit. Worthless bastard.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang.
I had no idea how long I'd slept.
I woke to the sound of someone roughly pounding on the door.
19 hours? A long time since I slept that much.
I dragged myself up and headed to Min-ji's room, where the knocking was coming from.
"Shut up!"
I yelled, and the banging stopped.
Too annoyed for sleep or anything, I just pried the door open. Min-ji jumped in surprise at the sight of me.
Right, this woman hasn't seen me yet.
"Why the fuck are you making so much noise?"
If Min-ji was some martial arts master and attacked me before I could use Sleep, I might die right there.
But I didn't care. I just glared at her with an irritated expression.
Min-ji looked shocked too, like she hadn't expected me to show up.
"I... I need food...."
"I give you a day's worth each time, right? It's not even been a day yet."
"What are you talking about? You didn't give me today's."
Something felt off about what Min-ji was saying.
I stepped out and checked the time.
19 hours... yeah.
But the date was weird. What? Why had another day passed?
Did I not sleep 19 hours, but 43?
Realizing that, hunger hit me.
What the hell is this body? Schrödinger's cat? Hunger wasn't determined until I realized time had passed?
What nonsense am I spouting?
I realized I'd left Min-ji's door open.
Fuck? Screwed?
I crept cautiously toward her room. There were still signs of movement inside.
She hadn't come out? Hadn't run?
Peeking in, Min-ji seemed unsure how to process the situation either.
I walked in like nothing happened, and she flinched in surprise.
"Hey."
"Y-yes?"
"Can you cook?"
"Cook?"
"Can you or not?"
"Y-yes...."
Min-ji answered my question with a dazed look.
"Come out."
She hesitated in confusion but stepped outside.
Now realizing where she was, she looked around curiously.
I led her to the kitchen.
It was barely a kitchen—just an induction burner, sink, and a few utensils in the food storage.
"Make something to eat. Use whatever ingredients. Start with the ones closest to expiring."
As I turned to leave, Min-ji called from behind.
"Um... excuse me?"
"What?"
"Is it okay? Leaving me alone like this?"
Min-ji glanced at a kitchen knife, then at me.
"Do whatever you want. I won't take responsibility."
I turned to go, then added one more thing.
"Make it quick if you can. I'm hungry."
How much time passed?
A delicious smell stirred my stomach.
A smell from the kitchen. Wait, is that rice?
I tried to wait quietly but couldn't resist. Drawn like a moth, I headed to the kitchen.
Min-ji scooping rice from the electric cooker, some unidentified stew bubbling on the induction.
Was this really the kitchen I knew?
"Oh, I was about to call you.... I made rice and stew, so eat up. And give me my food."
"You eat too."
"Huh?"
"I said eat."
Min-ji silently obeyed, scooping rice into her own bowl too.
And so, Min-ji and I sat across from each other at the tiny table, eating.
The stew was just a mishmash of whatever, but it tasted strangely good.
And the most baffling thing was the rice.
"How'd you make rice?"
"There was rice."
"There was rice? It didn't go bad?"
"Expiration date was still good."
How was there rice? Oh, right. I vaguely remembered buying some out of curiosity while browsing the shop before. But when? And it still had shelf life?
"Electric cooker?"
"It was there."
What the hell was I doing? I'd been in this bunker a while, yet this woman who just got here knew more than me.
"Tastes good."
At my words, Min-ji looked at me, then went back to eating.
Rice and stew after so long.
Going into a body empty for over a day, it tasted incredible.
Enough to wash away the depression from losing Ye-ji.
Losing Ye-ji. Sounds like she was my girlfriend. Crazy bastard.
"Good eating."
After eating—good food at that—my body felt languid.
The kind where I could just flop down and sleep.
Sleep again right after 43 hours? Me, with insomnia?
If I could, I'd be fine dying in my sleep at Min-ji's hands.
True sleep without the Sleep Skill, sweet slumber like the dead.
"Give me my food."
Was it the full stomach? Or Min-ji in front of me, wearing just thin white pajamas over nothing?
I approached her and kissed her.
Min-ji instinctively tried to pull away at first, but remembered the 'promise' and stopped.
She accepted my tongue, but it felt purely physical.
Her mind rejecting, but her body complying to survive.
But I didn't care.
I just wanted to vent the lust surging after a full belly.
Kissing her, I slipped off her flimsy negligee.
I groped her naked breasts while continuing the kiss.
A woman showing no reaction despite my touch.
Ignoring it, I picked her up and carried her to her room.
I laid her on the bed and ravaged her body mindlessly.
Breasts, pussy, mouth... sucking, licking, pinching, biting wildly.
Min-ji lay motionless like a corpse, not twitching.
But it didn't matter.
The body reacts regardless of will.
Her pussy grew wet despite herself, from the abuse of her breasts and caresses everywhere.
I spread her legs and thrust my cock in roughly.
I shook my hips like a beast, over and over.
Watching her stifle moans and reactions, I slammed my dick to the hilt relentlessly.
"Ngh."
A stifled moan finally escaped, igniting me further.
I pounded my swollen cock into her, thrusting viciously.
Shaking my hips, kneading her breasts, flipping her to fuck from behind.
Gripping her moon-like ass tight, panting like a feral dog.
Not human sex, but beastly mating.
A male's excretion, heedless of the female's feelings.
My cock spewed the semen I'd pent up inside her pussy.
"Hoo."
I left Min-ji sprawled like a log and went to the kitchen.
Grabbed food as I saw it, dumped it in her room.
Enough for at least ten days.
Min-ji never glanced my way once as I left.
I closed the door, locked it.
Nine days after that.
I never crossed paths with Min-ji again, and the promised month was up.
Peeking through the door's window, she sat blankly on the bed.
I put her to sleep, entered, stripped off her pajamas.
A woman's naked body, but no thoughts stirred.
I began dressing her in the clothes she'd worn when she first arrived.
Underwear, top, pants, socks, shoes.
Her backpack and her boyfriend's.
Preparations done, I checked the monitors in the monitor room.
Deep night; the screens showed no movement, dead quiet.
Back to Min-ji's room, I reset the Sleep Skill on her, hoisted her up with grunts, climbed the ladder, and barely made it to the mansion's master bedroom.
The place we'd first met.
I laid her on the bed, returned to the bunker for the two backpacks, placed them beside her.
With that, my tie to this woman was severed.
Whether she dies out there or gets dragged off to live as a slave, none of my business.
I just wanted to cut ties.
I could end it by stabbing her with a machete, but I couldn't allow that.
She kept our promise faithfully, so she earned her freedom.
Gazing at Min-ji a moment longer, I turned and returned to the bunker.
Sitting in the monitor room, I stared silently at the screens.
I didn't know where she'd go, but I could at least watch her last path.
Something felt off.
Sleep time should've ended, but no movement.
The eight monitors covered the mansion grounds thoroughly—no blind spots outside the building.
But nothing anywhere.
Pondering where to go? Or waiting for morning?
I felt ridiculous, watching after saying I'd cut ties.
"Fuck this shit."
I went back to my room and cast Sleep on myself again.
Waking, I checked time and date.
11 hours.
Now 3 p.m.
Min-ji must've left by now.
In the monitor room, I rewound cameras to dawn, sped through.
Trees swaying slowly in the wind danced madly at fast speed.
Full loop, still no movement.
Ominous premonition.
Fuck, that ominous hunch. Never wrong, always hits.
That filthy, rotten hunch drove me out of the bunker to the mansion.
Ignoring if anyone saw, I ran to the master bedroom.
Gone.
Min-ji was gone.
And there.
Two backpacks and a golden pouch.
And on the bed, the two characters "Die" written in something unknown.