A small build and timid personality. I don't even have friends, let alone a girlfriend.
After work, drinking soju with shrimp crackers while watching girl idol videos is my only happiness.
On the monitor, the girl idol group 'Girl Slave' was dancing. The tall, big-breasted member behind the main vocalist-she's my main jerk-off material, Noah.
I particularly love their current song, 'I Want to Convey Love.' Because the large movements let me blatantly admire her bust jiggle.
Noah-every time she moved, her augmented breasts shook up and down. Her nipples must be rubbing against her clothes. How does she dance while aroused? She'll probably go jerk off alone in the bathroom afterward, right? I imagined her panting while masturbating in a bathroom stall still wearing her stage outfit.
My hand naturally started fondling my penis. After confirming junior had grown sufficiently, I slowly stroked up and down.
"Noah, you fucking bitch... I'll fuck you someday."
I imagined prying open Noah's plump, crimson lips and thrusting my cock inside. And then-
Squelch squelch.
As always, I came into the toilet.
This was my daily routine until World War III broke out.
Before work, news streaming from the TV informed me a world war had erupted. Korea was among the combatant nations, and dozens of nuclear bombs were scheduled to drop on it soon.
"Guess I don't have to go to work today."
I took off my socks and lay down in my room. Since everything's already over, might as well sleep more. My lower-class life held no particular regrets anyway.
And so I never woke up again. Dying painlessly made it a fairly happy death.
What I thought was the end of my life began anew 200 years later in a world reduced to nuclear wasteland.
This life is more enjoyable than expected. A handsome face like a movie star's, 190cm height, strength surpassing anyone's, agile reflexes-
Perfect conditions for surviving the post-nuclear wasteland. When money runs low, I either take assassination contracts or rob weaker bastards. Of course I have to kill them to silence witnesses. Otherwise, I might get bounties placed on my head and become the target.
Incomparable fun compared to my previous life. Easy access to women, and this world is full of weak bastards~ Puhaha.
My personality seems more cheerful too.
But my money's gradually running out. Lost too much at the Gambling Hall.
A poster plastered on the Request Office wall showed the rough face of a middle-aged man. Jacob-boss of a gang dealing in standard human trafficking and drug trade.
But the bounty's a whopping 100,000 Gelder? That's enough to play at the Gambling Hall for a whole week!
Just thinking about it excited me, so I shoved my hand inside a passing blonde glamorous girl's clothes and groped her breasts.
She jumped in fright, but upon recognizing my face, deeply bowed her head and cautiously spoke.
"K-Kelrot. You shouldn't do this here."
"Stay still. You want to ruin my mood?"
This bitch is one of the many I can fuck whenever I want. In this strength-everything world, no female can refuse a strong, handsome male like me. Females instinctively can't disobey superior males.
After kneading her breasts for a good while, I released her. Her face is mediocre, but this bitch has the prettiest, perkiest breast shape.
I tore the bounty poster off the Request Office wall and crumpled it into my pocket.
"Shall we go make some money?"
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