Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Officetel
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Officetel
"They said to cut the server by 20 percent this month."
"Right now? Should I just axe the bottom 20 percent?"
"Not right away. Still, we've gotta milk it for all it's worth. Run the recycling program."
"Got it."
I still remember the day the world ended, clear as day.
The message that popped up in front of everyone's eyes.
Just two incomprehensible lines.
Those two lines turned the world into utter chaos.
I returned to my hideout.
A secret bunker hidden beneath a courtyard some rich bastard had built.
In this vicious world, nothing beat it for livability.
Safety was king now.
The only thing I could trust wasn't people.
My trusty partner was the underground bunker, complete with air conditioning, a monitoring room, backup power generation, and a groundwater supply system.
I lay down on the bed and replayed the day's events.
A woman whose name I never learned. One I'd satisfied twice over.
But now she was gone from this world.
Disappearing upon death... what the hell does that even mean?
I quit thinking about it there.
No sense chewing on something I'd never crack.
I shifted gears.
I'd scored a solid haul of coins. Enough to hunker down for a while.
Staying inside minimized the risks.
With stockpiled food and now ample coins, there was no need to stick my neck out.
"Sleep."
I cast the Sleep skill on myself.
But no dice on the first go. Typical.
"Sleep."
Failed again.
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
Fail, fail, fail, fail...
A flicker of annoyance creeps in.
I'd never failed it on anyone else, but my insomnia shrugged off the skill like it was nothing.
"Goddamn it. Just let me sleep already. Please."
After hammering the skill long enough to rack up some proficiency, I finally drifted off.
"Ugh."
Waking up, I pulled out my smartphone and checked the time.
"Thirteen hours."
I fired up the app and logged my sleep duration.
With insomnia this bad, I had to track it religiously or I'd lose all sense of how much rest I'd gotten.
"Mm."
My stomach growled.
I hit the food storage and grabbed whatever was handy.
Potato chips and cup ramen.
Whatever combo it was, it didn't suck.
I poured scalding water over the ramen, scarfed it down hot.
Licked the bag clean of every last chip crumb, then flopped back onto the bed.
The world was falling apart, but power and water kept flowing steady.
Go figure.
Made no sense.
No way anyone was manning the power plants anymore.
World in the toilet like this—no diligent soul sticking to their post.
But flip it around: if whatever this was could wipe people out in an instant, keeping the grid and pipes humming wasn't a stretch.
Boredom.
Nothing to do. Crushing boredom in my daily grind.
Nah. There was one thing.
My sole guilty pleasure in this insane hellscape.
I geared up in a flash, then second-guessed myself.
Did I really need to head out? Risk my neck?
I already knew the answer.
Yeah. No women here.
I headed straight to the monitoring room.
Outside cams showed squat.
Double-checked every angle for lurkers, confirmed clear, then climbed the ladder and cracked the bunker hatch.
Camouflaged the entrance good, paused to think.
Where to?
Mart was done. Time for fresh turf.
Officetel? Underground mall? Subway station?
Three a.m.—prime moving time.
Mall and subway too dicey. Officetel it is.
Twenty-five stories right by the subway station.
Familiar turf from my pre-bunker days.
Prime hunting ground.
Downside: foot traffic's thinned out bad. Can't hit it often.
Population crash was obvious.
Slipped in through the underground parking, crept up the stairs.
Ears sharp, taking each flight slow.
Murmurs.
I froze.
Edged toward the sound, peeked via a mirror.
Four guys.
The absolute worst kind.
Three I could handle. Four? Risk skyrockets.
Hate lopsided odds. Better steer clear of their type.
Pity. Three and I'd have jumped 'em.
Hang back and watch. Never know.
"Hey! Open up!"
One boots a door, it swings open.
"Oppa! You're here!?"
A woman's voice.
Jealousy flares.
'Crazy fuck. One whiff of a chick's voice and you're pitching a tent?'
I stood there, mulling it over.
Too risky to bait... but that voice nagged.
Going after folks hunkered inside? Whole different ballgame from street rats.
What to do?
Hunting don't guarantee bites every time... tough call.
Creak.
While I hemmed and hawed, the door swung wide amid whoops and hollers.
I checked the mirror again.
Three of the four guys filed out.
"Thanks! Eat well!"
They clutched something, grinning like idiots.
Slam.
Door shut. They headed my way.
Oh... coming this direction? Down to three?
Jackpot. They trimmed their own numbers.
The trio rounded the corner toward the elevators and halted right in front.
I watched silently, then whispered.
"Sleep."
They crumpled one by one.
No hesitation—I drew the machete and cleaved all three.
"Whew."
It all went down in seconds.
A black bag lay where the men had vanished.
Steadying my breath, I peeked inside.
"Can beer?"
Six cans inside.
I don't drink, so it held zero appeal. Just dead weight.
Still, I grabbed the bag and beelined for the door they'd come from.
'This one?'
Long hallway—hard to pinpoint.
But a woman's cackling laugh drifted from inside the one I'd been by.
'Bingo.'
And damn if her laugh didn't stiffen me up.
'Am I really that twisted?'
A chuckle escaped me.
I took a deep breath and pressed my ear to the door.
Her laughter, guys yapping.
Big breath, then pounded the door.
"Hey! Open up! Forgot something!"
I hiked my voice nasal-like, then sidled out of sight.
"Ah, what the fuck?"
Thud.
"Ow! Ease up, asshole!"
Auxiliary latch kept it cracked an inch.
I'd banked on that—flopped like I'd been smacked.
"What the—? Yo, you good?"
Click.
Door shut, latch flipped.
It swung open, guy's face appeared—I hit him with the skill.
"Sleep."
Thud.
He dropped.
"Oppa! What the—!?"
I flung the door wide, nailed the woman in view.
"Sleep."
She folded like a lawn chair.
No witnesses—I machete'd the guy.
He vanished as expected, gold pouch dropped.
Slipped inside, shut and locked everything.
"Phew."
Relief washed over me. Hack plan, but it stuck the landing.
"Fucking score."
Coins alone were a win.
But the real jackpot? The woman sprawled in the room.
Glance alone screamed prime.
Whistling mood incoming.
Place looked like a solo woman's pad.
Last time in one? Felt surreal.
My raging hard-on spelled it out clear.
"Let's see."
Early twenties, updo ponytail, heavy glam makeup, sleek build, baggy tee, dolphin pants.
"Damn. Dolphin pants."
Top-tier invention. Man's best friend on any "world's greatest" list.
Magic that boners up any guy just by wearing 'em.
Squatted beside her, stared.
Lucky? Nah, fucking charmed.
Hand out, stroked her thigh.
Smooth as silk.
Why are women's bodies so goddamn soft?
Thigh grope alone had pre leaking.
Ah, perfection.
Hiked the baggy tee.
Firm rack. D-cups easy.
Bigger than yesterday's mart girl.
Dying to latch on and suck.
Dropped my pack, stripped piece by piece.
My cock stood proud, no wilting.
Approached her full throttle.
"Heave-ho."
Scooped her onto the bed.
Disheveled look hit sultry.
All dolphin pants' doing.
Baggy top shoved up, bra hiked too.
Breasts bounced free.
Paizuri territory.
Only seen in porn, never IRL—I straddled her stomach.
Awkward as hell, but sorta nailed the pose.
"Like this?"
Slotted between cleavage, squeezed 'em together, thrust.
"Mm... fuck? Not right? No buzz."
Tougher than expected.
Meant for her to do it?
Nah, even so—this can't be it. Feels okay, but no fireworks...
"Whatever. Not my first rodeo."
Hands out, gripped those tits.
Overflowed my palms.
First rack this huge.
Straight cheat code.
Fingers sank into the jiggle.
Pink nipples, pristine like untouched.
Grabbed one side, latched and sucked.
Tiny, cute nub yielding soft in my mouth.
Wouldn't mind if she woke—hell, wanna chomp.
'Actually bite?'
Resleep her after, but risky waking her.
Who knows her skills?
No buzzkill—I skipped biting, just slurped away.
Tasted faintly sweet, like candy.
"She some celeb?"
Could pass easy.
Not A-list, maybe aspiring actress?
After feasting plenty, time for the main course.
Dolphin pants.
Always wanted to bang one without stripping 'em off.
Today's the day.