A woman lying on the bed.
I heard that if boobs spill to the side when lying down, they're genuinely big. And hers are so plump that my hand naturally reaches for them again.
Squeeze, squeeze.
My hand won't let go… Feels so good. No, I can't just stay like this. I got to get those dolphin shorts off quickly… I lift her legs into an M-shape and take a moment to admire the view. What a sight. There's a different kind of thrill compared to seeing her completely naked. While gently stroking her thighs, I use my thumb to push aside the dolphin shorts and the panties caught on my fingertips in one swift motion. A pink pussy. I've never seen such a pretty one before. Plus, it looks like she's had waxing—not a single strand of hair.
"Hah."
A sigh of admiration escapes me before I realize it. I'm proud of myself for deciding to come to this officetel today. Her pussy is so pretty that I end up staring at it for a long time. Until now, pussies were just holes to stick things into—never something I admired or appreciated. But this woman… Just looking at her gives me satisfaction.
I lightly trace her labia with my finger. I never really cared about pleasuring women before. Since I didn't need to satisfy them, I was indifferent. As long as they got wet, it was enough. If they weren't wet, I'd just suck their tits or finger them until they were ready.
The tip of my finger brushes against a soft, bead-like bump. It feels like a tiny nipple.
I slide my middle finger in about an inch. She's not fully wet yet, so I can feel the texture inside her pussy clearly. The woman squirms slightly. I don't know much about G-spots or whatever. But I do know that when you slide a finger in and gently stroke the inside, women twitch like this. My fingers grow slick with her wetness as her spread legs tremble slightly. No, no, can't have that.
I use my body to keep her legs from closing and push my finger deeper inside. She shudders slightly. This reaction… I love it. If women didn't respond like this, I wouldn't bother going through the trouble of hunting them down. I could just lock myself away with an onahole or a love doll. But their raw reactions, the way they twitch—that's why I endure the effort. A coward like me would never dare do this to a woman who's awake. So I put them to sleep first and indulge in their bodies like this. I tease her inner walls with my finger. Her squirming grows more frequent. Her hips lift slightly—she must be feeling it. The proof? Her juices are flowing freely now. Good, that's enough.
I press the tip of my hardened dick against her entrance. Even just the head feels amazing.
I push deeper inside in one smooth motion.
"Mmm…"
Her hips lift slightly as she lets out a moan. Yes, this reaction. Exactly what I want. I take in the sight before me—her splayed boobs , the dolphin shorts, my dick buried between her legs. An intoxicating view. I start moving my hips slowly.
Squelch, squelch.
Despite how turned on I am, fucking her with the dolphin shorts still on is more awkward than I expected. It looks hot, but it's not really my thing.
I pull out and strip off her shorts and panties completely. Now her naked body is fully exposed. Yeah, this is much better.
As I grip my dick to re-enter her, her glistening pussy catches my eye again. Smooth, hairless, and dripping wet. Before thrusting in, I feel the urge to taste her while she's still fresh.
I grab her thighs and bring my face to her pussy. No unpleasant scent at all. In fact, it smells… nice? I've never encountered a woman whose pussy smelled this good before. Did she wash thoroughly before I arrived? It doesn't smell like her natural scent—more like body wash.
I lick her folds. The smoothness, the softness.
Then I push my tongue inside. A slightly tangy taste—not amazing, but it feels dirty in a good way. As my tongue explores her, her body writhes more intensely. Does it feel that good? A sensation I'll never experience as a man. Her hips buck, and her knees keep trying to close. Her reactions drive me wild, so I keep teasing her with my tongue. Her juices flow even more, and my dick grows painfully hard.
"Can't hold back anymore. Time to fuck."
I push into her slick entrance. The feeling of my dick sinking into a woman's warm body is always electrifying. That sense of conquest, of achievement. The feeling that drives men wild. My fully erect dick fits perfectly inside her. Every inch of me clings to her inner walls. I finally understand what people mean when they talk about feeling a woman's ridges. How can it feel this good? I've hunted plenty of women, but none have felt this incredible. Her face, her tits, her body, even her pussy—everything is perfect. I've barely started moving, but I can already feel the pressure building.
As the pleasure mounts, I thrust faster. Trying to hold back, I focus on giving my dick as much stimulation as possible. But when I can't take it anymore, I bury myself deep inside her and let go.
"Ngh—!"
The pleasure is so intense that my stomach tenses, my body convulsing. This might be the best sex I've ever had. The satisfaction afterward is unlike anything I've felt before. At this rate, I might actually become a sage.
I pull out my limp dick and look down at the disheveled woman. A flicker of greed stirs in me. I can't just kill a woman like this. It'd be a loss for humanity.
I wash my sticky dick in the bathroom and return, water droplets still dripping onto the floor.
Only five minutes of sleep time left.
I pull out duct tape from my bag. I've never done this before, but it's my first attempt. My heart pounds wildly. The old me could only imagine doing something like this. That's why I've simulated it in my head hundreds of times.
I gather her arms above her head and wrap them tightly in duct tape—so tight she'll never break free on her own.
Then I bind her legs in an M-shape, securing her thighs and calves together.
Hmm, nice.
Just like in those adult videos. Next time, I should bring black tape instead.
Finally, I tape her eyes and mouth shut. Who knows what skills she might have? Everyone gets to choose one skill in this world. If she wakes up and attacks me, I need to be ready.
One minute of sleep time left.
I glance around the room and spot a bag on the dresser. Rummaging through it, I find a designer wallet and pull out her ID.
Kim Ye-ji. Twenty-two years old. Nice.
"Mmm…"
Just as I'm thinking that, she starts to wake.
"Mmph! Mmmph—!"
She struggles, mumbling through the tape. I let her writhe for a moment. This is my first time doing this, but I've simulated it enough. I've also read plenty of guides written by self-proclaimed experts.
After a while, she stops struggling—she must've realized her situation. Bound hands, tied legs, naked, her lower half exposed. And with her eyes taped shut and mouth sealed, fear must be overwhelming her.
Her silence means she's focusing all her senses on listening.
I walk over and stand beside her, then speak.
"Kim Ye-ji."
She flinches at her name.
"I'll take the tape off your mouth. If you say anything unnecessary or lie, it goes back on. If you try anything stupid, I'll kill you. So answer properly and don't do anything suspicious. Nod if you understand."
She nods shakily, breathing heavily through her nose.
"Off."
Making her think there are multiple people here will keep her from trying anything. So I give orders like I'm not alone and peel the tape from her mouth.
"Hah… hah… Please, let me go."
"I said no unnecessary talk."
She clamps her mouth shut, trembling. Seeing her like this—naked, vulnerable—makes my dick stir again. Maybe I have a sadistic side.
"What's your skill?"
She hesitates slightly. In this brutal world, skills are like lifelines. The fact that she doesn't answer immediately means she's not completely stupid.
"Kill her."
My cold tone makes her blurt out:
"C-Canned beer production! I can make canned beer!"
"You're lying in this situation? Kill her."
"It's true! I can show you!"
I'm baffled but keep my composure. Canned beer production? Is she insane? In this hellish world, she chose that as her skill?
"Do it."
She trembles and speaks.
"Canned… beer."
A can of beer appears between her legs.
Disbelieving, I pick it up. It's ice-cold, like it just came out of a fridge. The design is identical to store-bought beer.
I crack it open and take a tiny sip—tastes exactly like the real thing.
"Ptooey."
I spit it out, realizing too late that it could be poisoned. But nothing happens. Come to think of it, those four guys who collapsed earlier were carrying bags of canned beer…
"What's your relationship with those four men?"
"I-I don't really know them! They live in this officetel and kept following me around, saying they'd protect me…"
"You let strangers into your room?"
"I have to survive somehow!"
She doesn't seem to be lying. In this world, a powerless woman has few options. Either grow stronger or cling to those who are.
I step back and whisper, activating my sleep skill.
"Sleep."
She collapses back into slumber.
I sit beside her, thinking. What should I do? Part of me wants to take her to my bunker, but that won't be easy. I've already crossed a line, though. As I ponder, my eyes drift to her ample boobs, her M-shaped legs, her pink pussy.
Screw it.
I'll fuck her one more time, then decide.