[You have been connected to a stranger.]
"This month, they said to cut the servers by 20 percent."
"Right away? So we just cut the bottom 20 percent and lower it?"
"Not right away. We still have to squeeze out what we can. Run the recycling program."
"Understood."
I still remember the day the world ended vividly.
The message that appeared before everyone's eyes:
[All players aged 70 and above will be deleted.]
[No new players will be entering the game.]
Just two inexplicable phrases.
Those two phrases turned the world into chaos.
I returned to my hideout.
A secret bunker beneath a wealthy man's backyard.
In this terrifying world, there's no better place to live.
Safety is the top priority now.
The only thing I could trust wasn't people.
The underground bunker—with its climate control system, monitoring room, independent power supply, and groundwater system—was my most reliable partner.
I lay on the bed, recalling the day's events.
A woman whose name I didn't know, one who had satisfied me twice.
But she no longer existed in this world.
When you die, you just disappear… What the hell happens then?
I stopped thinking about it.
No matter how much I pondered, I wouldn't find an answer.
I shifted my thoughts elsewhere.
I'd earned a decent amount of coins, so I wouldn't have to go outside for a while.
The less I went out, the safer I'd be.
With plenty of stockpiled food and enough coins, there was no need to take unnecessary risks.
"Sleep."
I cast the Sleep skill on myself.
But, as expected, it didn't work the first time. Of course not.
"Sleep."
Failed again.
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
"Sleep."
Fail, fail, fail, fail, fail…
A flicker of irritation rose.
Even though I'd never failed when using this skill on others, my own insomnia resisted it.
"Damn it. Just let me sleep. Please."
After spamming the skill for a while, I finally managed to raise its proficiency enough to fall asleep.
"Ugh."
I woke up and checked the time on my phone.
"13 hours of sleep."
I opened an app and recorded how long I'd slept.
With my severe insomnia, if I didn't keep track, I'd have no idea how much I'd slept, so I made sure to log it no matter how tedious it was.
"Hmm."
My stomach growled with hunger.
I went to the food storage and grabbed whatever was in sight—potato chips and cup noodles.
Not the best combination, but it would do.
I poured hot water into the cup noodles, slurped them down quickly, then devoured the potato chips, not even leaving a crumb behind.
Sated, I lay back on the bed.
The world was collapsing, yet electricity and water still worked fine.
It didn't make sense.
Was this even possible?
There's no way people were still working at power plants.
With the world like this, who would still be dutifully doing their job?
But then again, maybe it did make sense. If whatever could kill people in an instant could also keep utilities running, it wouldn't be that hard.
Boredom.
Nothing to do. A mind-numbingly dull routine.
No, wait. There was one thing.
The only pleasure left in this insane world.
In an instant, I was ready to head outside.
But then I hesitated.
Did I really need to go out? Why take the risk when I didn't have to?
I already knew the answer.
Yeah. There were no women here.
Without hesitation, I went to the monitoring room.
Outside, the cameras showed nothing.
I checked carefully to make sure no one was hiding, confirming once again that the coast was clear. Then I climbed the ladder, opened the bunker door, and stepped out.
After concealing the bunker entrance, I stood still for a moment, thinking.
Where should I go?
I'd already been to the mart, so maybe somewhere else.
An officetel? Underground shopping mall? Subway station?
It was 3 AM—not a bad time to move around.
The underground mall and subway station were a bit risky, so maybe the officetel?
A 25-story officetel right next to the subway station.
I'd lived there before moving into the bunker, so I was familiar with it.
It was the perfect hunting ground.
The only downside was that not many people passed through, so I couldn't visit often.
The number of residents had dropped noticeably.
I quietly made my way up the stairs from the underground parking lot.
Ears sharpened, I ascended step by step, cautiously.
Then—murmuring voices.
I froze.
Carefully, I moved toward the sound, using a mirror to peek around the corner.
Four men.
The worst kind to run into.
Three, I could handle. But four? The risk skyrocketed.
I wasn't interested in fights I couldn't win. It was better to avoid them entirely.
Too bad. If it were just three, I'd have taken them out right away.
I decided to observe for a bit. You never knew how things might play out.
"Hey! Open up!"
One of the men kicked a door and shouted.
The sound of the door opening.
"Oppa! You're here!"
A woman's voice.
Instantly, desire surged through me.
Damn it. Just hearing a woman's voice gets me hard?
I stood there, conflicted.
Too risky to engage… but that woman's voice was tempting.
Still, raiding a home was different from ambushing people outside.
What to do?
Hunting opportunities didn't come often… I debated.
Creak.
While I hesitated, the door opened again, followed by loud chatter.
I peeked through the mirror once more.
Three of the four men stepped outside.
"Thanks! We'll enjoy it!"
They laughed, holding something.
Bang.
The door closed, and the men walked toward me.
Oh? Coming this way? All three?
What luck. They were reducing their numbers for me.
The three stopped in front of the elevator.
Without hesitation, I whispered:
"Sleep."
One by one, they collapsed.
I didn't hesitate—I pulled out my machete and finished them off.
[+2,213 Coins]
[+3,101 Coins]
[+1,900 Coins]
"Whew."
It was over in seconds.
A black bag lay where the men had been.
Catching my breath, I checked inside.
"Canned beer?"
Six cans.
I didn't drink, so it was useless to me.
Carrying it would just be dead weight.
But I took it anyway and headed toward the door the men had come from.
Was it this one?
The hallway was long, and I wasn't sure which door it was.
Then I heard a woman's laughter—"Kyahaha!"—from inside one of them.
Here.
Just the sound of her laugh made me hard.
I'm really a fucking degenerate, huh?
The thought almost made me laugh.
I took a deep breath and pressed my ear to the door.
More laughter, male voices.
Another deep breath. Then I banged on the door and shouted:
"Hey! Open up! We forgot something!"
I deliberately made my voice sound nasal and stood out of sight.
"The hell? What is it?"
Thud.
"Ah! Damn it, open it gently, you bastard!"
The door opened just a crack—a security latch was in place.
I'd expected this, so I pretended to be hit and collapsed.
"What's wrong? You okay?"
Click.
The latch was undone.
The door opened, revealing a man's face. I immediately cast:
"Sleep."
Thud.
He collapsed.
"Oppa! What's wrong?"
I swung the door wide and used the skill on the woman inside.
"Sleep."
She crumpled to the floor.
Without hesitation, I finished the man with my machete.
He vanished, leaving behind a golden pouch.
[+4,788 Coins]
I stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it.
"Phew."
Finally, I let out a sigh of relief. It had been a sloppy plan, but it worked.
"Hell yeah. Nice."
The coins were a decent haul, but the real prize was the unconscious woman in the room.
At a glance, she looked incredible.
I almost hummed in satisfaction.
The apartment seemed like hers alone.
It had been a while since I'd been in a woman's room—the feeling was strange.
My erection said everything about my mood.
"Let's see."
The woman looked to be in her early twenties.
Tied-up hair, heavy makeup, a slim figure, a loose T-shirt, and dolphin shorts.
"Damn. Dolphin shorts."
If there were a top ten list of inventions that made the world a better place, these would rank high.
Magic clothing that made men's hearts race just by being worn.
I crouched beside her and stared for a moment.
I was lucky.
No—insanely lucky.
I reached out and stroked her thigh.
Soft skin.
Why were women's bodies so smooth?
Just touching her thigh made me leak pre-cum.
Ah, this was really good.
I lifted her loose T-shirt.
Full boobs—D-cup, at least.
Bigger than the woman from the mart yesterday.
I wanted to suck and bite them right away.
I set down my backpack and stripped.
My dick stood stiff, refusing to soften.
Fully erect, I approached her.
"Ugh…"
I carried her to the bed.
Her disheveled state looked obscenely enticing.
All thanks to those dolphin shorts.
I pushed up her loose shirt and pulled her bra up.
Her heavy boobsspilled out.
They were big enough for a paizuri.
I'd only seen it in porn—never done it myself—so I climbed onto her stomach and positioned myself awkwardly.
"Like this?"
I squeezed her boobs around my dick and rubbed.
"Hmm… fuck? Am I doing this wrong? Doesn't feel like much."
It was harder than I'd thought.
Did the woman have to do it?
Even so, this wasn't as amazing as I'd expected. Felt good, but not mind-blowing.
"Whatever. Since when was I an expert?"
I grabbed her boobs with both hands.
Too big to fit in my palms.
My first time touching boobs this large.
This… was cheating.
My fingers sank into the soft flesh.
And her pink nipples—untouched, it seemed.
I took one boob in both hands and sucked the nipple.
The small, cute bud felt tender in my mouth.
I wanted to bite down so badly, even if it woke her up.
Should I really bite her?
I could just put her back to sleep, but waking her was risky.
Who knew what skills she had?
No point ruining the mood. I settled for sucking.
Her boobs tasted sweet.
"Are you some kind of celebrity?"
She could've been.
Maybe an aspiring actress?
Lost in thought, I indulged in her boobs before moving on to the main event.
The dolphin shorts.
I'd always wanted to try it with a woman still wearing them.
Today was the day.