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Translator: uly
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Ordinary Daily Life
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I might not know much, but this world has definitely come to an end.
I'm hiding in the corner of a mart, holding my breath quietly.
Deliberately broken lights, shards of glass spread across the floor.
A brilliant setup where anyone who enters won't notice that side, but I will.
This place is my antlion pit.
Please, just let it catch something edible.
Crunch.
How long had I been waiting when the sound of someone stepping on the glass shards rang out?
Not just one— at least two.
Murmurs started drifting in, so I perked up my ears.
"Hey, fuck, they've probably already cleaned this place out. What the hell's left in a mart?"
"Shut your damn mouth for a sec. We're almost out of coins, so we gotta scrounge food like this, right? Keep whining and I'll rip that trap shut."
"Quiet down! What if someone's here?"
"What lunatic would crawl into a shithole like this? Didn't you see the spiderwebs at the entrance?"
Two guys, one girl.
Perfect.
Now if only the girl checks out...
I nudged the mirror slightly, angling it toward their approach.
Footsteps grew closer.
"Oh. Fuck. Canned goods."
"No way! Jackpot!"
"This is insane. Stuff like this left behind?"
The two men rushed desperately at the cans still on the shelf.
I couldn't care less about guys like that. My only interest was the woman.
Her reflection appeared in the mirror, and I was satisfied.
Long hair, a bit of plastic surgery vibe on her face, but hey, that'll do. Big tits, decent figure.
Figures that's why the guys are dragging her around.
Late twenties? Whatever. She's well within my strike zone.
I quietly eyed the two men and the woman, then activated the skill.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Sleep
Targets fall into deep slumber.
Thud.
The two men and the woman collapsed flat.
To be safe from any stragglers, I stayed put for a bit.
Only the hum of the ventilator and my pounding heart filled the silence.
Good.
I mentally cheered and cautiously stepped out.
The stocky guy with the buzzcut who looked like he could throw a punch, and the scrawny one, both lay sprawled clutching cans.
I drew my machete and swung.
The blade sank into the big guy's neck, and he vanished.
In his place, a single golden pouch.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Acquired 1,208 Coins.
Proof the world's gone to shit.
This is reality, but shit like this popping up? Doesn't make sense.
And killing people gives you money?
The unreal feeling hits every time.
Yeah, the world's definitely fucked.
Man, these guys were poorer than I thought.
I brought the machete down on the scrawny guy's neck.
He vanished too.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Acquired 28 Coins.
What the hell? Slave wages? 28 coins is bullshit.
Anyway, prep work's done.
Time for the main event.
I approached the woman.
Up close, she's even better than I thought.
She lay sprawled in a messy pose.
Prettier than expected.
My heart pounded, and I felt blood rushing below.
No matter how many times, it never gets old. Wait, if it did, wouldn't that make me total trash?
I muttered to myself in my head as I slipped my arms under her armpits and hoisted her up.
Damn, heavier than she looks.
Tall, so more weight than expected.
But I couldn't do it here.
With great effort, I slung her over my shoulder.
"Ngh."
Thinking of the fun ahead made this nothing.
"Heave-ho."
Thump.
I half-threw her onto the bed, but she didn't stir.
No way she'd wake from that.
My Sleep Skill's level was way beyond that.
"Hoo."
Sweat trickled down my back.
My face and forehead were soaked long ago.
I wiped my face and neck with a towel.
No point scrubbing hard—it'd just get sweaty again.
Alright, time to really enjoy.
Her tank top had ridden up, exposing skin and a glimpse of underwear.
Big tits are the best.
Just looking gets me hard.
Undressing a limp woman ain't easy.
Especially the top—such a hassle.
But no need to bother. Just cut it off.
I grabbed scissors and sliced the tank top.
With a bit of know-how, three snips and it was off.
Her black bra looked insanely hot; my dick felt like it'd burst.
I flipped the bra up.
Even lying down, her breasts jiggled.
I climbed on top and grabbed them with both hands.
I was sweaty and sticky, but she was smooth.
Soft skin, full handfuls.
Why do us guys go crazy for a lump of flesh like this?
Makes you wanna keep groping forever.
But touching alone wasn't enough.
I kneaded one breast with a hand and brought my mouth to the other.
Her tit filled my mouth, nipple against my tongue.
I swirled naturally, feeling it harden under my teasing.
This is why the Sleep Skill rocks.
Her body reacts.
I kept groping and sucking the nipple.
The more I touched, the more my hand sank in.
Was I teasing her nipple, or was it teasing my tongue? Hard to tell.
"Mm."
Under Sleep Skill, it's like real sleep, so she moaned in her dreams.
Having a naughty one, huh?
Her moan made my already hard cock throb harder.
I undid the button on her tight jeans.
How the hell does she wear these?
Black panties matching the bra, and her scent wafted up.
Luckily, not foul.
Sometimes you get ones that kill the boner.
This one was fine, so I stayed rock hard. As I peeled off the panties, it grew even more.
Her pussy was wet from all the breast play.
No grooming, but beggars can't be choosers—hell, I should be grateful.
Damn, her body's fucking amazing.
Stripped, her curves really popped—didn't notice clothed.
Couldn't hold back anymore.
I pressed my cock against her pussy.
It twitched at the contact.
I rubbed gently, savoring the slick glans feel.
Then I pushed into the soaked entrance.
Schlick.
No resistance—it slid all the way in.
She bucked her hips slightly.
Every little reaction spurred me on, making me harder.
Warm, snug fit.
Would've preferred tighter, but hey.
I rocked my hips slowly.
My cock slid in and out, glans stimulating her insides.
Her hips twitched more.
Loved it so much that climax built fast despite just starting.
Back in the day, I'd delay it any way I could, but not now.
I thrust freely, riding the wave till I blew inside.
Twitch, twitch.
"Hoo."
My cock softened, oozing inside her.
I pulled a small vial from my pouch without withdrawing.
A Small Recovery Potion.
Wanna see the faces of the psychos who made shit like this in reality.
What were they thinking?
Thanks, though.
I downed it and tossed the bottle aside.
The stamina potion restored me fully.
My cock too.
It swelled back up slowly inside her.
Before her glistening pussy dried, my enlarged cock teased her again.
She got wetter; I got harder.
Still buried, I flipped her over.
Managed to turn her without pulling out and pressed tight.
Deeper now—root-deep.
Better satisfaction, more twitches from her.
My hands magnetized to her plump ass.
This time, slow rhythm, leisurely thrusts.
Soon, excited moans escaped her lips.
She wouldn't wake—that's the skill's best part.
No reaction, no this level of excitement.
Wanna smack that ass, but too risky.
Hold back. Knead instead.
Slower pace post-nut, knees starting to ache.
No need to satisfy her or drag it out.
Sex for my pleasure only.
I ramped up the speed.
Her insides clenched my cock.
Climax surged.
I didn't stop, thrusting till the second load.
"Haa. Haa."
My panting carried a hint of sweetness and potion scent.
Pulled out, and white cum gushed out.
Grabbed a water bottle from my bag, soaked her cut tee, and cleaned my cock.
Good sex? Cleanup's no big deal.
The woman, oblivious to being fucked by a stranger.
Sleep Skill wearing off soon.
She lay naked, face-down.
I rolled her over beside me.
Breasts jiggled as she turned.
Hmm. Tough call.
Not perfect, but no guarantee of finding another like this easy.
Taking her along? Nah.
Brief dilemma.
Groped her tits while thinking.
The jiggling rack pleaded to spare her.
But not overwhelmingly.
Just enough to make me hesitate.
Dilemma. Dilemma. Dilemma.
Weighing a human life? Not normal.
But this ain't a normal world.
Decided.
About a minute left on Sleep.
Drew the machete.
No way there aren't better girls than this.
One face popped into my head.
Ugh, why her?
I shook my head to clear it.
But Se-hee's face lingered.
"Fuck this."
Mood soured, I swung the machete.
The naked woman vanished, leaving a golden pouch.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Acquired 24,321 Coins.
"Whoa, what's with all these coins? Young woman premium, huh?"
Compared to the guys—or even without—that's a haul.
20k coins. Enough for two weeks easy.
Fun and solid coins for once. Se-hee soured the end a bit, but overall satisfied, I went to grab the cans from the shelf.