Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Officetel Farewell
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Officetel
With her legs spread wide, the sight of my cum leaking from her pussy sent a strange thrill through me.
Was it marking? Or the primal pleasure of species reproduction kicking in?
Either way, no matter how much I creampied her, pregnancy wasn't an issue.
On the day the world ended, the second message that appeared to everyone was crystal clear.
Simple enough: no more babies would be born.
It took people a while to figure it out, but now everyone knows.
That's why I could dump my load inside without a condom, no worries.
Gazing at Ye-ji's naked body had my dick rock-hard already.
I could just shove it in, no problem, but cumming wasn't the only goal.
How you cum matters.
I leaned in close to Ye-ji's face.
Her skin was flawless, and she was pretty enough.
But those lips? Perfect.
Plump and juicy.
I flicked my tongue over them lightly.
Why is the tongue so inherently lewd? Anything you touch with it turns sexual.
I slipped my tongue into her slightly parted mouth.
Mmm... nice, but kissing solo just doesn't hit the same.
So, time for something else.
I pressed my stiff cock against her lips.
Grabbed her jaw, used my thumb to pry her teeth apart, and slid it in.
The warm wetness of her mouth enveloped my dick, a different heat from her pussy.
But honestly, not that great either.
The biggest downside of face-fucking an unconscious girl.
No tongue action means barely any pleasure.
I laid Ye-ji flat and buried my face in her tits.
Tits.
Nothing beats a good pair.
You could grope and suck them forever and never get enough.
One hand kneading one breast while I sucked the other—Ye-ji's body twitched.
A signal she wants it? Better give it to her.
I gripped her hips, aimed my cock at her pussy, and thrust in deep.
Her slim waist bucked against mine in rhythm.
The pleasure building fast.
Her hands moved from my waist to clutch her breasts.
"Ah."
A short moan escaped Ye-ji's lips.
That made my grip tighten on her tits.
I squeezed hard, and her pretty face twisted a bit.
Harder? Would that wake her?
In this situation, even if she did, it wouldn't matter.
That thought made me feel okay getting rougher.
I pinched her nipple between my fingers and pulled.
That soft pink bud stretched as I yanked, then bounced back when I let go.
I grabbed her waist again and pounded away.
Slap slap slap slap.
Our bodies colliding filled the room with lewd sounds.
The bed creaked in protest, mixed with Ye-ji's occasional moans.
"Mm-hmm."
Every moan made my cock throb harder.
I paused my hips and rolled her onto her side.
Straddled one leg and drove in deep.
"Ngh."
My tip hit deeper inside her than before.
Ye-ji let out an excited moan.
Creak creak creak.
The bed rocked steadily.
"Hngh."
Her moans came more frequently.
Here it comes.
I unloaded deep inside her.
My twitching cock emptied everything before going soft.
Whew. Even with that potion from yesterday, it doesn't make more cum—back-to-back loads are tough.
Maybe some zinc? Where the hell do I get that?
Two rounds in, and her body still looked better every time.
About ten minutes left on the Sleep duration.
I peeled off the duct tape from her legs.
And the bindings on her arms.
Laid her straight, but those luscious tits kept drawing my eyes.
I rolled her onto her side, lay beside her, and fondled them.
Just resting my hand there felt satisfying.
Slid my palm down to her underboob, then her smooth belly and mound.
Perfect texture.
I could stay like this forever.
Or take her back to the bunker...
"Fuck."
No.
What am I thinking?
I know damn well I'm a sleazy bastard who knocks women out just to get off.
I get that a trusting relationship, living together—that's impossible for me.
Especially starting with rape. No way that turns into something good.
Not even in manga or novels would that fly.
Stockholm syndrome? Please.
One minute left on Sleep.
This twisted thing ends now.
Normally, you'd kill a girl after face-fucking her, but I'll make an exception this time.
She doesn't even know it was me.
If she survives and we cross paths again, maybe another round.
But no lingering attachment.
She's hot, that's all. Cheap sentimentality.
Just before Sleep wore off, I laid her flat and stepped back a bit.
"Ugh."
"Kim Ye-ji. Don't move. Listen to me."
She froze as her unbound hands started toward her face.
"I'm not gonna kill you."
Her body trembled visibly.
"How many coins you got?"
"Ab... about twenty thousand..."
Ye-ji spilled it quick, scared I'd kill her otherwise.
You could lie about coins since no one checks till you're dead, but I figured she was telling the truth.
"Whether you find someone else to protect you or scrape by with your coins, I don't care. But if you let us in next time we come, I'll give you enough coins to survive without relying on anyone else."
I know how stupid that sounds.
But I wanted to test her.
Or experiment? Or maybe just a sliver of hope?
"I'd recommend not stepping outside if you can help it. And don't let anyone in. Anyone else coming?"
"Y... yeah."
"How many?"
"F... four? No, five?"
"People you know?"
"Yes."
"Anyone among them you can't bear to lose?"
Ye-ji stayed silent for a long beat before speaking.
"No."
"Got it. Stay in the room, pretend no one's home no matter who calls. This is just advice, not an order. Do what you want. Lock the door as soon as you snap out of it."
I muttered softly.
Ye-ji drifted back to sleep. I approached and peeled the tape from her eyes.
I threw on my clothes and gave her naked form one last look.
"'Recommend'? What kinda dumbass phrasing is that?"
I muttered, then whispered again.
A massive window popped up in front of me.
Not a game, and yet... how the hell does this even work?
Whatever. My hand moved to the food section and scrolled through.
Water's plentiful, so just food.
Grabbed some cans and ramen—about ten thousand coins' worth.
The items dropped in front of me once the deal cleared.
With that done, I cracked the door and checked the hall.
Empty officetel corridor.
I stepped out, eased the door almost shut.
Pulled out duct tape, tore a strip, and stuck it from door to wall in a spot it'd be hard to see.
Now, later, I could tell if it'd been opened even once.
If the tape's intact? One of two things: she's dead inside, or she took my advice.
I waited in the officetel hall till her Sleep ended.
Running into someone would suck, but I wasn't too worried.
Sleep wore off. My heart started racing.
What would she choose?
God, I hoped she stayed inside.
If she opened the door...
Click, click.
The sound of the lock engaging.
Only then did my pounding heart slow.
A grin crept onto my face.
Ha. I'm a total psycho.
Nah. In this fucked world, this barely qualifies.
I slipped quietly out of the officetel.
Grinning the whole way back to the bunker, though I doubt it'll last.
Three days holed up in the bunker, no outside action.
Just casting Sleep on myself and crashing.
No drive for anything else.
All I want: not starving. And sleep.
Ha. Total animal life. Eat, sleep, fuck... well, fucking comes in varieties.
I rolled out of bed and filled a cup with water for instant ramen, heading to the monitor room.
Three days in—time to check surroundings.
Eight CCTVs: bunker entrance and mansion perimeter.
Damn, the original owner's security was airtight.
Impressive thoroughness.
From the day I returned, I scanned the feeds.
Eight screens flying by.
Nothing special.
Post-apocalypse, few wander outside.
Unless in gangs.
Or lone hyenas like me.
Screens whirring—no changes.
Trees swaying in wind, stray dogs, cats, tumbling trash.
Something caught my eye; I paused and rewound.
A group passing the house.
Familiar faces: the asshole pack I named.
Five guys, two women.
Most dangerous around here.
Psycho killers who attack anything that moves.
...Same as me. What're you on about?
They had seven guys before. Down to five?
Dead? Or holed up?
Doesn't matter—avoid them.
One skill per person means numbers equal power.
Especially for a wimp like me with non-lethal Sleep capped at three targets.
Run into them? Kiss your ass goodbye.
Just monitor, don't engage.
Feeds rolling toward end.
Then—something sneaking into the mansion.
Paused, rewound slow.
One guy, one girl slipping in.
Figured it looked safe?
Timestamp: about two hours ago.
Hmm.
Squatters in the mansion? No biggie.
Nothing left inside anyway.
I smashed the windows, trashed the appliances.
Preemptive measure for folks like this.
Watch and wait.
Fine if they're there short-term, but long stay cramps my exit.
And risks bunker discovery.
That cannot happen.
In this shithole world, it's the only place I can stretch out safely.