Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Beginner's Mind
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I kept staring at the woman still fast asleep from my Sleep skill.
I watched her for a good long while before hauling off and slapping her hard across the face.
Slap!
"Ughhh."
The sharp smack rang out, and I could feel her twitch beneath my hand.
Slap!
"Grkk."
Another solid smack to the cheek, and she squirmed again.
Damn, she just wouldn't wake up.
Slap!
"Guh!"
Slap!
"That hurts!"
Slap!
"It hurts!!"
Slap!
"Sorry... it hurts... please stop hitting me... sob sob."
"Shut up and stop crying."
Finally, she quieted down a bit.
"Tell me about the Chinese."
"The Chinese...? What about them?"
"Total numbers, their hideout, why you got into a fight with them. Everything."
"Those guys... they're exchange students. Chinese dudes from our school... I don't know the exact numbers. But there are a lot. I don't know their hideout precisely either. They suddenly came back to the school. So they attacked us, and we fought back to defend ourselves..."
"You're the victims, huh?"
"Yes! Those bastards are brutal! So many of us died at their hands, and besides..."
"Enough. From where I'm standing, you're all the same."
I put her back to sleep.
I do have a special hatred for the Chinese, but in a world like this, who cares who's the victim and who's the perp?
Besides, looking at what they did to those Chinese girls, they're no different anyway.
No... I don't need to think like that.
Lately, I've been feeling myself go soft.
Saving Seo-hyun back in high school, sparing Da-bin just now.
Saving some, killing others, trying to justify it, figuring out who's right...
Do I even have the right to play judge?
Well, that's how I've lived so far, hasn't it?
It's definitely because of Ye-ji and Min-ji stirring up these weird feelings. No reason to keep her alive, right?
I taped her mouth shut while she slept and dragged her to the bed.
Then I tried peeling off her jeans. But they were so damn tight, they wouldn't budge.
Fuck... how the hell did she even get into these? How'd she squeeze her ass into them?
Once I finally wrestled the jeans off, her plump lower half came into view.
How to put it... she had just enough meat on her bones to not be off-putting?
A nice soft belly pooch, squishy thighs—it was weird how her calves and ankles stayed slim.
Thicc? Nah, not quite that level. Chubby? Not really, a bit short of that too.
Just average. A perfectly decent average.
Finished appreciating the view down below, I tugged her panties down next, revealing a wild, untamed bush.
Whoa. Full-on jungle down there.
I stepped between her legs and brushed my thumb through the thicket.
Coarse yet somehow lewd to the touch.
I slid my hand up, hiking her t-shirt along the way.
Her hoodie gaped open, exposing the ridden-up tee and her bra-clad tits.
I grabbed scissors and snipped the bra right in the center. Her breasts spilled out to the sides with a jiggle.
Bigger than expected. Nice.
One thing I've learned surviving this shithole world: the ugly, fat chicks are all dead already.
No one to protect them. And the world sure as hell ain't kind enough for them to make it solo.
It's been long enough since everything went to hell that finding ones like that is damn near impossible.
Old folks, weaklings, kids, unattractive women... all gone.
In the end, the women still kicking are the ones who got decent treatment back when the world made sense.
Now they're just scraping by with their bodies in this godforsaken hellscape.
This one probably wasn't any different.
Six guys to one girl? Bet she was their cumdump 24/7. Lucky her, at least Sundays were off-days.
I placed my hand on her breast.
A bit sticky in the cleavage and underside, but with the chill in the air, it was tolerable.
Exposed like that, the sweat had dried, leaving them nice and perky.
Goosebumps prickled visibly across her chest.
I kneaded them good and hard until her nipples stood stiff and erect. Always fascinating. Always hot.
My goal was to lube up her pussy, so no urge to suck on those nips.
Just pinch, twist, and tease.
"Mmmph."
Familiar reaction. Familiar progression.
Sleeping girls get wet down there just from breast play.
Thank fuck for that. Not only does it feel good groping them, but it preps her for the main event.
I stripped off my pants, my rock-hard cock springing free.
One hand keeps massaging her tit while the other grips my shaft, rubbing the tip against her slicking folds.
Precum mixes with her juices, making everything slippery and shiny. I ease in, and her warm depths envelop me.
That sensation never gets old.
The pure pleasure only hot flesh can provide.
No need to cater to her moods, no worrying about her climax. Just raw bliss.
No resistance, no fight, no refusal.
But the moans are there.
"Mm. Mmmph."
Not full-throated cries, but the little gasps leaking from her parted lips with every thrust? Plenty thrilling.
Awake women are exhausting. Well, sometimes it's fun, but still.
I piston my hips, lost in the vilest thoughts.
The mattress scratches my knees raw, but I couldn't care less.
All I focus on is the full, intense pleasure surging through my cock.
It's worlds beyond jerking off. Climax builds fast, but I hold back a bit.
My heated shaft grows hypersensitive, every graze against her insides sending bigger waves of ecstasy crashing through me.
"Ngh."
Been a while, maybe that's why—I came hard enough to grunt out loud.
Not just one spurt; multiple pulses, and as I pulled out, cum dribbled after me.
I watched it leak from her pussy and pool on the mattress.
"Ugh."
Why do guys get that grossed-out feeling seeing their own jizz? Just me?
I grabbed her panties and wiped myself clean, then tossed them onto her.
I snatched up my machete without bothering with pants first, cock still dangling.
Standing there naked, dick out, about to kill her—do I look like a total psycho?
Interesting. Women from groups heavy on guys and light on girls tend to drop big coin hauls.
Survival instinct, maybe. Or habit. Or just being cunning bitches.
Only then did I grab my underwear and pants, slipping them on as I scanned the room.
Anything worth taking?
Even I have to admit, I don't look like some rapist-murderer right now. Kinda makes me seem off myself.
But is this really that unusual?
In a mad world, the sane ones are the freaks, right?
If there'd been a corpse left behind, would I have felt this chill about it?
Probably not. Guilt might've hit harder.
Whoever designed this system is a genius.
Best way to wipe guilt from the human brain—nothing beats it.
I stepped out of the dorm.
Moved quiet-like in case any stragglers were around, but the place was dead silent. No signs of life.
Chinese swarming the school, huh? That's why Da-bin got jumped?
Hmm... did that girl make it out okay?
Or... is she tailing me maybe?
Nah, unlikely.
I hopped the fence straight into the dorm, so she couldn't have followed.
Anyway, I headed toward a spot with a view of the dorm entrance.
If that lookout was still around... probably nearby somewhere.
Fuck it. No more worrying about the dorm.
Time to scout the school proper for more Chinese.
Thin 'em out if I can. If not, bail fast.
I checked the central library—nothing. Dead quiet.
Sneaked through, rifling reading rooms and stacks. No traces of anyone passing through.
Just dust bunnies and my fresh footprints.
Makes sense. Even when school was normal, no one hit the library much. No way now.
Headed out toward the humanities building next, but spotted the International Education Center in the distance.
There, huh... Figures.
Those bastards would hole up somewhere familiar.
Problem is, I've never set foot in there.
Knew what it was, but never had reason to go.
Heading into unknown territory with god-knows-how-many unknowns... not ideal.
Got closer to the building, and yeah—my hunch was spot on.
Loud chatter echoing out. When do these assholes ever shut up?
I looped wide around blind spots, homing in on the noise.
Grating, obnoxious racket. No clue what they're yapping about—they're cut off from any real intel.
As I neared where I could see them, a weird sound cut through.
A woman panting?
I peeked around the corner, and holy shit, what a spectacle.
In the lobby with all the glass shattered, about ten guys were standing around. Five more dudes on their knees.
And off to the side, one guy was fucking a woman.
Not fucking—straight-up rape, plain as day.
Situation's clear now.
Probably like the dorm: a group heavy on guys, light on girls, got overrun by these Chinese pricks.
But damn... how do they have so many numbers? Three when I saved Da-bin. Seven at the dorm? Already dropped ten, and here's eleven more.
All dudes too.
Not the same crew? Doesn't seem like it.
The woman was twisted in agony as the Chinese guy pounded her, and the kneeling men didn't twitch a muscle.
Hmm... not a great spot either way. Feels like getting invaded by Chinese scum.
Don't plan on sparing either side, but I hate the Chinese more. Can't be helped.
Too many to rush. Need to thin the herd first.
I've got a trick prepped just for this. Time to test it. No idea if it'll work, but as long as I don't get spotted...