I may not know much, but this world has definitely gone to hell.
I'm hiding in the corner of a supermarket, holding my breath in silence.
The lights I deliberately broke, the shards of glass scattered on the floor—it's a brilliant setup where only I know the layout, not whoever might come in.
This place is my own personal antlion trap.
Please, just let me catch something edible.
Crunch.
How long had I waited? The sound of someone stepping on the glass shards finally came.
Not just one person—at least two.
Muffled voices began to chatter, so I pricked up my ears to listen.
"Hey, man, it's already been looted. You really think there's anything left in this supermarket?"
"Shut the hell up. We're running low on coins, so we gotta scavenge like this, got it? If you keep whining, I'll rip your damn mouth open."
"Keep it down. What if someone's here?"
"What kinda psycho would still be hiding in a place like this? Didn't you see the cobwebs at the entrance?"
Two men and one woman.
Perfect.
Now, if only the woman is decent…
I adjusted the mirror slightly to get a better view of them.
The sound of footsteps grew closer.
"Oh, shit. Canned food."
"No way! Jackpot!"
"Are you serious? This was just lying around?"
The two men rushed toward the remaining cans on the shelf.
I didn't care about them. My only interest was the woman.
Her reflection appeared in the mirror, and I was satisfied.
Long hair, a face that showed slight signs of plastic surgery but still good enough. Big chest, nice body.
Well, of course. That's probably why the guys keep her around.
Around late 20s? Whatever. She's well within my strike zone.
Quietly watching the two men and the woman, I activated my skill.
"Sleep."
Thud.
The two men and the woman collapsed on the spot.
Just in case there were more coming, I stayed still for a while.
Only the hum of the ventilation and the pounding of my own heart filled the silence.
Perfect.
I cheered inwardly and carefully stepped out.
A stocky man with a square jaw and short hair, and a scrawny-looking guy—both were sprawled out, still clutching the cans.
I pulled out my machete and swung.
The blade sank into the burly man's neck, and he vanished on the spot.
In his place, a small golden pouch remained.
[You've acquired 1,208 Coins.]
This is proof the world has gone to shit.
This is clearly reality, yet this kind of nonsense pops up.
And killing people gives you money?
Every time, it feels surreal.
The world really has ended.
Man, this guy's poorer than I thought.
I brought the machete down on the scrawny guy's neck.
He disappeared too.
[You've acquired 28 Coins.]
What, was he a slave or something? 28 Coins is just insulting.
Anyway, the prep work was done.
Now it was time for the main event.
I walked over to the woman.
Up close, she's even better.
Her sprawled-out posture made her look even more enticing.
She was better than I expected.
My heart pounded, and I could feel my lower half swelling.
No matter how many times I do this, I never get used to it. Wait, if I ever do get used to it, doesn't that just make me a complete monster?
Muttering to myself, I slid my arms under her armpits and lifted her up.
Heavier than I thought.
Her height made her weigh more than expected, but there was no way I could do it here.
With great effort, I managed to carry her.
"Ugh."
Thinking about the fun I was about to have made this little struggle worth it.
"Ugh—hah!"
Thud.
I half-dropped her onto the bed, but she didn't wake up.
A shock like that wasn't enough.
My sleep skill wasn't so weak that she'd wake up from this.
"Whew."
Sweat trickled down my back.
My face and neck were already drenched.
I wiped them roughly with a towel.
No point in drying off properly when I'd just sweat again.
Alright. Now it's time for the real fun.
Her rolled-up T-shirt revealed bare skin and a glimpse of her underwear.
A big chest is always a plus.
Just looking at it gets me hard, you know?
Taking off a limp woman's clothes isn't easy.
Especially the top—it's a hassle.
But I didn't need to bother undressing her. I could just cut it off.
I took out scissors and sliced through her T-shirt.
With a bit of skill, I managed to strip her in just three cuts.
The sight of her in a black bra was so lewd I thought my lower half would explode.
I pushed the bra up.
Her boobs swayed slightly even as she lay still.
I climbed on top of her and grabbed them with both hands.
My body was sticky with sweat, but hers wasn't.
Soft skin, plump fullness in my palms—why do men go crazy over these lumps of flesh?
Even as I touched them, I wanted to keep touching.
But touching alone wasn't enough.
While kneading one boobs, I brought my mouth to the other.
Her nipple stiffened under my tongue.
The sleep skill had its perks—her body still reacted.
I kept playing with her boobs, teasing her nipples.
The more I touched, the more my hands sank into them.
I couldn't tell if my tongue was teasing her nipple or if her nipple was teasing my tongue.
"Mmm…"
Since the sleep skill mimicked real sleep, she moaned softly as if in a dream.
Maybe she was having a dirty dream?
Her moans made my already-hard dick even stiffer.
I unbuttoned her jeans.
How do women even wear these tight things?
Black panties to match the bra, and the scent of her body.
Luckily, it wasn't a bad smell.
Some women reek so badly it kills the mood.
This one wasn't that bad, so my dick stayed hard as I slid her panties down.
Her pussy was already wet—my earlier attention had paid off.
I wished she'd trimmed, but I couldn't complain.
Damn, her body's insane.
Stripped bare, her curves were even more impressive than I'd thought.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I pressed my dick against her entrance.
Her pussy twitched at the contact.
I rubbed myself against her, enjoying the slick warmth.
Then, once she was wet enough, I pushed in.
Squelch.
No resistance—my dick slid all the way in.
Her hips jerked slightly.
Every little reaction like this turned me on even more.
The warm tightness, the satisfying sensation—I wished she were tighter, but this was good enough.
I rocked my hips slowly.
My dick slid in and out, teasing her insides.
Her hips twitched in response.
I loved those reactions so much I was already close.
Back in the day, I'd have tried to hold back, but not now.
I thrust freely, chasing my climax, and came deep inside her.
Her pussy clenched around me as I pulsed.
"Haah…"
Still inside her, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial.
"Small Recovery Potion."
Whoever made this shit in real life must've been insane.
What kind of twisted mind came up with this?
Thankfully.
I downed it in one gulp and tossed the vial aside.
The potion restored my stamina—and my erection.
Still inside her, my dick slowly hardened again.
Before the mix of our fluids could dry, I started moving once more.
Her wetness returned, my dick stiffened, and I turned her onto her stomach without pulling out.
I pressed against her, sinking even deeper this time.
Her plump ass was irresistible.
I took my time this round, setting a steady rhythm.
Her muffled moans grew louder.
The best part of this skill? She wouldn't wake up no matter what.
If she weren't reacting, I wouldn't be this turned on.
I wanted to spank her, but too much shock was risky.
I'd have to settle for groping.
Since I'd already come once, it took longer to reach the edge.
Plus, my knees were starting to ache.
No need to drag it out—this was just for me.
I sped up, pounding into her.
Her inner walls clenched around me, and I came again with a groan.
"Haah… haah…"
Panting, I pulled out, and white cum dribbled from her pussy.
I grabbed a water bottle from my bag, wet the torn T-shirt, and wiped myself clean.
A satisfying fuck made cleanup less tedious.
This woman had no idea she'd just been violated by a stranger.
The sleep skill would wear off soon.
Naked and sprawled out, she looked even more tempting.
I turned her onto her back, watching her boobs jiggle.
Sigh. Decisions, decisions.
She wasn't perfect, but finding another woman like her wouldn't be easy.
But keeping her around felt like too much trouble.
A brief debate.
Groping her boobs while I thought it over.
Those big, swaying tits were making a case for sparing her.
But not enough to convince me entirely.
Just enough to keep me hesitating.
Debating over a human life probably wasn't normal.
But nothing about this world was normal anymore.
I made my choice.
With about a minute left on the sleep skill, I pulled out my machete.
There's no way a woman this good won't show up again, right?
Suddenly, another woman's face flashed in my mind.
Ugh, why'd I have to think of her?
I shook my head, trying to clear the thought.
But Sehee's face wouldn't leave.
"Ah, fuck it."
In a now-soured mood, I swung the machete.
The naked woman vanished, leaving only a golden pouch behind.
[You've acquired 24,321 Coins.]
"Whoa, how'd she have this much? Guess young women really are worth more."
Compared to the two guys—no, even otherwise, this was a lot.
20,000 coins? That's enough to live comfortably for two weeks.
I'd had my fun and scored big, though Sehee's memory had dampened my mood.
Still satisfied, I headed back to collect the canned food I'd left on the shelf.