Chain Smoker Number 7
Chain Smoker Number 7
Beeeeep-beeeeep-beeeeep.
The alarm rang out in its steady rhythm.
Which meant it was 0600 hours.
Number 7 barely managed to rouse her stiff body.
She was still groggy with sleep, but everyone around her was already bustling about, so Number 7 followed their lead and started tidying her bedding.
That goddamn morning roll call.
She couldn't understand why they had to go through this totally pointless, perfunctory ritual every single day.
But what choice did she have?
If she didn't follow orders to the letter, she wouldn't eat a single thing all day.
And on top of that, she'd get beaten like a dog under the pretext of insubordination.
Number 7 had absolutely zero desire to become another cautionary tale like Number 6.
"Yaaawn..."
Just as she finished straightening her sleeping area, took her designated seat, and let out a wide yawn...
"Hey, Number 10 and Number 0 are nowhere to be seen. You know exactly what that means, right?"
Number 4, the most talkative of the group, tapped Number 3 on the shoulder and raised her voice.
As always, Number 3 reacted with open disdain.
"What do you mean? I'd appreciate it if you'd just say it straight."
"Oh, come on, you already know! This! This!"
Number 4 made an O with her thumb and forefinger, then repeatedly jabbed the index finger of her other hand in and out of it.
The meaning of the gesture was obvious.
Sex.
It couldn't have been anything else.
Nobody says it out loud, but we all know. The moment they got called over by That Man, it was clear as day.
Number 7, watching this, let out a cynical internal chuckle.
Even a moron could figure out they got hauled off for that kind of purpose.
The man who'd just come back was a sex-crazed fiend utterly obsessed with women.
In fact, he was a man with such a ridiculous libido that he could handle over ten women and still have energy to spare, so by now, Number 10 Im Soo-ah and Number 0 Jeong Yeon-ji were probably slung about pathetically, completely drenched in cum.
Sure, it does feel good, but... it's way too extreme.
The instant he started thrusting, all five of her senses would sharpen to the extreme.
Her consciousness would scatter in a flash, and what remained of her shattered reason would chase only one thing: pure pleasure.
To put it bluntly, it turned you into an idiot who wanted nothing but to fuck him.
Number 7 was afraid of that.
She'd already endured that hellish experience to the very end, so did she really have to struggle like a beast in heat all over again?
Sure, she only had to deal with one man here, but the problem was that this one man's capabilities went far beyond the normal scope of things.
That Man's cock had something to it.
She didn't know exactly what, but it clearly possessed some kind of power that drove women insane the instant he put it inside them.
Still, there are plenty of other women besides me... so I should be safe for a while, right?
She was long past the point of being sick of sex.
At this point, she just wanted three square meals a day and a peaceful, uneventful life.
Honestly, apart from Jeong Ji-min being such an insufferable nag, she actually quite liked living here.
"How crude. Did you really have to use a hand gesture for that?"
"What, you'd rather I just say they went off to fuck? Using a euphemism like this is way less embarrassing."
"Not even a little bit. I'd rather you just said it outright."
"Ahhh, sex-pussy-cock-butt-spank-baby-mama-juice-dispenser-suck-suck-feels-good~."
"...I take it back. You're better off just keeping your mouth shut."
As Number 7 lost herself in these thoughts, Number 3 and Number 4 chattered on as usual.
But Number 8, who would normally be wedged between them adding snappy interjections, was uncharacteristically quiet.
She wore a strangely anxious, flustered expression.
Puzzled by her fellow comrade's odd behavior, Number 7 asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Ah, uh-huh... I'm fine. I just... really need to hit the bathroom."
...That was it?
Well, it was true that the door stayed locked all night, so no matter how desperate things got, you couldn't properly take care of business in the middle of the night.
That was why Jeong Ji-min always gave them time to use the bathroom before bed, but...
Yesterday, for unavoidable reasons, that chance never came.
Im Soo-ah and Jeong Yeon-ji.
While getting those two ready, she had simply left the 1st Generation to their own devices.
And as a result, Number 8 was in this state.
She was twisting her body, putting on a pitiful display of desperately trying to hold it in.
Looks like she seriously has to go.
Number 7 clicked her tongue.
She checked the clock; it was only 06:15.
Jeong Ji-min wasn't supposed to arrive for another fifteen minutes.
No, even that wasn't a guarantee.
Sometimes she'd just show up whenever she felt like it, so there was a real chance Number 8 might ultimately fail to hold it and humiliate herself completely in front of everyone.
I'd better put some distance between us.
If she really did piss herself, Number 7, as the person right next to her, would suffer the most.
She sympathized, but she had absolutely no desire to get splattered by someone else's yellow liquid.
And she probably wasn't the only one who felt that way.
Number 9, who sat on Number 8's other side, had apparently overheard the conversation and subtly scooted away as well.
She must have read Number 8's expression too and realized the breaking point was fast approaching.
Number 7 looked at the clock on the wall again.
The minute hand had only crawled forward three pathetic minutes.
The more she focused on it, the slower time seemed to drag.
If it was this bad for a bystander, how unbearable was it for the person actually suffering?
Number 8's eyes trembled pitiably as she stared at the clock.
That was when it happened.
Bang.
"Ah, oppa! Don't steal my job! I said I really wanted to do this...!"
"What are you talking about? Since when was this your job? Let's be honest here. You only want to do this because it's fun for you."
"What? No! It's all for you, oppa! You have to establish discipline early so I can be more helpful to you...."
The door opened sooner than expected.
But unlike usual, Jeong Ji-min hadn't come alone.
Beside her was the man who held the real power in this camper van.
"Everyone, attention! Loyalty!"
The moment they entered, Number 9's voice boomed out, loud and clear.
She had shot upright, striking a perfect salute while maintaining a crisp posture of attention.
In response, he waved his hand with an utterly bored expression.
"Ah, that's enough, that's enough. Cut the theatrics. It's not exactly pleasant watching you go through this pointless routine every single morning."
"Oh... yes. Understood."
Number 9 scratched her cheek, looking a little embarrassed.
He tapped her on the butt and added, "Go on, sit down. Sit down and listen comfortably."
Just as Number 9 sat back down with an awkward laugh.
"Oppaaa! What do you mean, 'that's enough'! Do you have any idea how hard I worked to build this system?! This is the foundation for your greater cause, I'm telling you!"
Jeong Ji-min tugged at his arm, raising her voice with righteous indignation.
But as always, his reaction was dismissive and utterly unconvinced.
"Greater cause, my ass. Quit the nonsense and get moving. I'll handle things myself today."
"Th-then, starting tomorrow, I can go back to doing it the way I used to, right?"
"That's a no. Honestly, it's a bit off-putting watching some chick who's never even served in the military try to chew people out with that half-baked authority."
How refreshing.
Number 7 forcefully swallowed the laugh threatening to leak out and kept her face straight.
And then.
"You're so mean! Seriously, you're the actual worst! I hate you!"
Jeong Ji-min whirled around as if deeply wounded and dashed outside in a flash.
He stared at the spot where she'd disappeared, looking completely dumbfounded, before turning his attention back to the room.
"Ahem... sorry about that. Pretty chaotic first thing in the morning, huh?"
"No, sir! We are perfectly fine!"
"I told you to cut that out. Relax and answer me naturally."
"Yes... yessir...."
After gently stroking Number 9's head, he smiled an easy, friendly smile and walked slowly towards the center of the room.
"Anyway, the layout here is exactly like those old army barracks. Not that I ever actually served in a place like this myself. Ji-min, that girl's got a real mean streak."
As he glanced around, his eyes met Number 8, who had cautiously raised her hand.
"Huh? What is it?"
"I... I... ba-bathroom...."
"What? Number two? Or number one?"
"N-number one...."
"Oh, hell, then hurry up and go."
Like a shot.
Number 8 ducked her head in a quick bow and bolted outside.
The sight of her desperately clutching her crotch was pretty laughable, but no one mocked her.
The atmosphere had gone rigid because of his presence.
He might be grinning warmly and speaking kindly right now, but knowing his temperament to some degree, they couldn't easily relax.
No one knew when he might flip.
To put it bluntly, if he singled anyone out right here and ordered them to strip and spread their legs, no one would dare refuse.
This camper van was his little kingdom.
And they were the kingdom's humble subjects.
"Everyone's faces look a little stiff. Am I still that uncomfortable to be around?"
No one answered, but the silence was confirmation enough.
He rubbed his chin for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Number 6, who was trembling especially hard.
"Well, time will sort things out eventually. I might not be pleasant company right now, but one day, you won't be able to live without me. So, in that spirit... shall we start with you?"
As he said this, he placed a hand on Number 6's shoulder and whispered softly.
"You, if you were going to get a tattoo, where do you think would be a good spot?"
"Y-yes...?"
"I asked where you'd like to have a tattoo imprinted."
"I-I'm not quite sure what you mean."
"Then fine. I'll just do as I please."
The man pulled an old piece of parchment from his coat.
He stroked the cheek of Number 6, who was frozen in terror.
Then his hand stopped at her collarbone.
"Right here looks good."
The parchment was rubbed against Number 6's collarbone.
Number 6 let out a broken moan as if it tickled, "Hng... haah...."
And then, shortly after.
Incredibly, a clear spider tattoo was engraved onto her collarbone.
Ah... so it's finally here.
Number 7 watched the scene with complicated eyes.
It was similar to what had happened with Kang Ha-jun last time.
Back then, he had also pressed that parchment covered in strange symbols against her skin.
And the moment it seeped in and sublimated into a tattoo, that boy Kang Ha-jun became incapable of defying him.
So it was safe to assume that this paper was essentially a kind of slave-engraving magic.
The concept was straight out of an erotic comic, but the actual effect was exactly that, so what else could you call it?
"Where do you want yours?"
Before she knew it, the man had come up right in front of Number 7.
Number 7 looked up at him with a blank stare, then answered quietly.
"...My back."
"Yeah? Alright."
The reason she chose her back was simple.
Because she didn't want to face him.
Because she didn't want to see with her own two eyes the moment the brand was engraved.
It's truly the end now.
Number 7 watched as the man rubbed the parchment against her.
After pressing the paper all over her back, he smiled a satisfied, easygoing smile.
The end.
Yes, now she would never be able to escape this man.
Even now, it was already happening.
For some inexplicable reason, she could no longer feel any wariness towards him.
In fact, the sheer fact that she was this close to him brought her a sense of joy beyond compare.
It was an incredibly strange phenomenon.
His scent, his gestures, his face... every single element drew Number 7's gaze.
What could she even call this emotion?
Number 7 couldn't say.
*
Afterward, Number 7 and the other 1st Generation members finished a quick meal and started their work.
Im Soo-ah and Jeong Yeon-ji, who hadn't been seen for a while, rejoined them at this point.
The way they wobbled with every step was the unmistakable picture of people who had thoroughly enjoyed a night of fun.
Comparatively, Jeong Yeon-ji seemed fine, but Im Soo-ah looked like she was in serious pain.
Regardless, the work he assigned them was simple.
All they had to do was line up the items that came out of the vending machine at fixed intervals and hand them over whenever he signaled.
And the items themselves... none of them were especially heavy.
Just cigarettes and alcohol, so there really wasn't any need to assign this many people to the task.
What was truly baffling, though, was his ability to endlessly dispense cigarettes and alcohol from a broken-down vending machine.
With just a single click of a button, booze and cigarettes poured out in a heap.
You'd be hard-pressed to find a magic trick more fascinating than this.
And the temptation was considerable.
Alcohol and cigarettes.
Perhaps because they'd been forced into abstinence for so long, the women's eyes burned with intense desire.
Number 7, a smoker in particular, let her gaze linger on the cigarettes for an especially long time.
If she could get away with it, she'd swipe one on the sly in a heartbeat.
But all she did was stare; no one made a move.
He was clearly nearby, for one thing.
And for another, Kim Ha-yoon, Angelica, and Ha Hui-ryeong kept circling around him at intervals.
"Alright, let's go ahead and switch shifts."
Suddenly, Number 9's voice rang out.
When she glanced at the clock on the wall, she realized a whole hour had already passed.
"Ah... yeah."
Number 7 completed the shift change with Number 9, still feeling somewhat dazed.
They didn't need many hands, but since the process had to be fair, they'd adopted a system where teams of five rotated every hour.
It wouldn't have been equitable for some to rest while others worked, so everyone followed Number 9's suggestion without complaint.
Ah... I'd want for nothing if I could just have one drag.
The only problem was... the image of that cigarette pack sitting right there wouldn't leave her head.
Just as she was finally catching her breath, Number 7's eyes widened into saucers.
"Huh? What the—? Where did you get that?"
She had just witnessed Number 0 Jeong Yeon-ji pulling a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.
Wait, had she swiped it?
What kind of nerve did this girl have?
And to be this brazen about it, with that man right nearby?
Unlike the flustered Number 7, Jeong Yeon-ji just shrugged nonchalantly.
"Obviously, I got it from that guy. I secured a few generous packs last night as the price for licking his asshole."
A-anal... kissing!?
Number 7's face flushed with embarrassment at the explicit phrasing.
It was such a jarring disconnect, hearing someone with a face as pretty as flower petals spit out words like that.
"You... you actually licked it?"
"Obviously. Honestly, it was fucking disgusting, but I did it because he gave me smokes. Without these, I'd have offed myself ages ago."
Jeong Yeon-ji lit up a cigarette and blew out a massive cloud of smoke.
Number 7 watched this scene intently, her own eyes brimming with envy.
Since she was a smoker too, her mouth was practically watering at the sight.
"Was that all you did...? There's no way he didn't do anything else, right?"
"You think he didn't? Five loads in my pussy. And ten up my ass. That crazy bastard said my hole was too loose for a virgin, so he just forced it into my back door."
...And her way of speaking is even cruder than I thought.
That thought was fleeting, though. The phrase "back door" made Number 7's face twist into a feigned expression of horror.
"By 'back door'... you don't mean..."
"Yeah, it means exactly that."
Good lord.
So that meant she had lost both her virginity and her anal virginity simultaneously, on her very first experience.
But how could she be so casual about it...?
"Doesn't it hurt...?"
"Hurts. Hurt like an absolute bitch. But then... Miss Hui-ryeong touched it for a bit, and it got better."
Even with her bold personality, she seemed to dial it back a notch when mentioning Ha Hui-ryeong.
Number 7 could understand why.
To be honest, Number 7 also found Ha Hui-ryeong, Kim Ha-yoon, Kang Ha-rin, and Angelica awkward to deal with.
They didn't see each other's faces often, nor did they exchange many words, so there was a significant sense of distance.
And, most crucially, their treatment was utterly different from everyone else's.
While people like her were complete servants, those women felt more like partners.
"One pack... for one act of ass-licking..."
Number 7 muttered, her voice thick with deep inner conflict.
Her gaze flickered momentarily towards the man's lower body.
One pack of cigarettes in exchange for one anal kiss.
Should she protect her pride, or set it all aside and satisfy her craving?
To her surprise, the internal struggle didn't last very long at all.