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Chapter 6 - Chapter: 6

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Translator: uly

Chapter: 6

Chapter Title: Intruder

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I laid Min-ji down in one of the bunker's empty rooms.

I ripped off the tape stuck to her arms and legs.

A first-time adventure.

She looked much smaller and weaker than me, so I figured I'd give it a shot.

Lying there defenseless on the bed, Min-ji almost seemed to be tempting me.

My instinct-driven cock was raging, begging to be buried somewhere warm.

Sigh, fuck.

Yeah, men get hard at the drop of a hat, and that's how humanity multiplied like crazy.

Not that it matters anymore.

Thinking about it, maybe my dick has a point.

I could probably just stick it in once to start.

...What the hell? Has my brain been hijacked by my dick too?

I eyed Min-ji while entertaining these sleazy thoughts.

Petite all over, and those glasses.

I never thought I had a glasses fetish, but seeing her in those round ones was weirdly stimulating.

Am I discovering a new kink? Or is it just her cute, round face?

Screw the dirty thoughts—better to just do it.

I stripped off my clothes.

Four minutes left on the sleep timer. Plenty of time.

Naked, I climbed onto the bed and slipped my hand into her bra.

B-cup? Right on the edge.

Just the right size to fill one hand.

Felt like A if it didn't quite fill out, B if it did.

Eh, this works fine.

I yanked off her bra and tossed it aside, then stared at her breasts.

Her small frame and slim waist made them look bigger than they were.

Proportions really are key, huh?

I loved how they didn't sag—nice and perky.

Beautiful lines, the kind that really catch your eye.

I sat on the bed, pulled her against me from behind, and grabbed her tits with both hands.

The underboob? That smooth part felt incredible.

Rubbing her breasts with both hands, I teased her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.

"Mm."

A moan slipped from Min-ji's lips at my fidgeting fingers.

My cock swelled, pressing against her back and ass.

"This position's not bad."

One hand cupping her breast, I pinched her nipple lightly.

My other hand slid from her breast down her stomach, over her mound, and to her pussy.

The coarse feel of her pubic hair.

Parting it to the soft flesh covering her deep valley.

Labia? Whatever it's called, didn't matter.

Stroking gently, I felt the depths of her crevice.

Dry as a desert in there—no moisture.

Guess I need to make it flow.

Valleys like this need clear streams, right?

Alternating between both breasts and nipples with my right hand, I gently caressed her pussy with my left.

One minute left on sleep.

Finally, wetness gathered in the valley—my left fingertips felt it slick.

I laid her down, peeled off her panties.

Rubbed my cock against her soaked slit.

Thirty seconds left.

No hesitation—I thrust my cock into her pussy.

Her hips twitched slightly, making my dick throb even harder.

Still buried inside, I grabbed both her hands with mine.

Could I overpower her if she struggled?

Sleep timer counting down.

3. 2. 1.

I felt Min-ji wake up.

I pulled back slightly, then slammed in deep.

"Ngh!"

Min-ji looked stunned at the moan from her own mouth.

Then she screamed as she pieced it together.

"Kyaa! What the hell! Ah! Stop it! Get off!"

Her arms were pinned by mine—no give there. Her legs thrashed, but it just tired her out.

Her heels pounded my back and ass a few times, but the angle made it harmless.

I kept thrusting my hips.

"Kyaa... Ugh, ngh. Stop it!"

Her cries of "stop" mixed with moans, sending a thrill through me.

Like my nerves were burning, my head buzzing.

She wasn't as strong as I'd feared.

A normal guy like me could handle a weak girl like her.

Emboldened, I yanked both her arms above her head, crossed them, and gripped with one hand.

She couldn't break free from one hand, leaving my other free.

This was fun.

I'd only ever fucked sleeping girls before—this wriggling fish was a new thrill.

First time with a conscious woman.

My free hand seized her breast.

She twisted and screamed, but noise doesn't stop hands.

I groped and pinched her nipple regardless.

"Stop! Don't!"

Her screams didn't faze me, but her thrashing popped my cock out.

Grabbing it to reinsert, her squirming made it tricky.

Annoyed, I said quietly,

"Shut up and hold still."

She kept screaming and resisting, ignoring me.

Now kicking to push me off.

Slap.

I backhanded her cheek; her glasses flew off.

One hit didn't stop her screams or struggles.

Slap slap slap.

Three more, and she finally shut up and froze.

"One more twitch, and it won't just be slaps."

She lay there, staring sideways, terrified.

I released her arms.

Free hands went to peel the tape over her eyes—but I warned,

"Peel that, and you're dead."

She froze mid-motion.

I growled low,

"Want to live? Stay still."

Even with free arms, she'd lost the will to fight.

Overpowered by strength and violence she couldn't match, she started sobbing pitifully.

Ignoring it, I sucked her breast into my mouth.

"Ugh."

A weird noise—moan or surprise?

Mouth sucking her tit, tongue rolling the nipple, teeth grazing it lightly.

Right hand kneading the other breast, fingers pinching the nipple.

Left middle finger stroking inside her pussy.

"Hah."

Her legs clamped reflexively—not active defense.

She was forcing down instinctive revulsion.

That gave me a twisted thrill.

Breasts and pussy stimulated at once, her body writhed against her will.

Unstoppable reactions.

Twitching body, bucking hips.

Love juices flowing from her pussy—she couldn't stop that either.

I sat up, grabbed her legs, lifted her lower body.

"Kyaa."

Buried my face between her thighs and lapped at her pussy greedily with my tongue.

"No! Stop!"

She twisted, but couldn't escape this position.

Arms flailed harmlessly; she grabbed a pillow to swing at me but dropped it after a few tries.

When she pushed and hit my head with her hands, that pissed me off.

I lifted my face and spat,

"Wanna die?"

Not an idle threat—this was life-or-death.

She froze, hands dropping.

Clutching her face, she touched the eye tape and flinched.

Realizing she was helpless, she just covered her mouth and sobbed.

I plunged my face back in, shoving my tongue deep into her pussy.

"Ahh."

She muffled an involuntary moan.

I licked everywhere my tongue could reach, teasing relentlessly.

Lips nibbling labia, tongue tormenting without mercy.

Her hips bucked and twitched more frequently.

Too sour now—I pulled back.

Relief washed over her face, free from the assault.

But I rammed my cock in.

"Heok."

She gasped sharply, back arching.

I gripped her waist and thrust hard again.

Each stab made her gasp—hep, heok.

Her tight pussy quivered around me; gasps turned to moans.

"Mm, ngh, mm, mm."

Soon, her moans matched my rhythm.

Hand clamped over her mouth, but moans leaked out.

Hearing real, live moans for the first time was ecstasy.

No more sleepy murmurs—this was a conscious woman's uncontrollable cries.

It chilled me with pleasure, building me toward climax.

I sped up my hips; her moans quickened.

Orgasm hit—I unloaded deep inside without hesitation.

Twitch, twitch. Spurt. Spurt.

Deep satisfaction—I stretched my back.

Funny enough, Min-ji seemed to hit something like a climax too, against her will.

Limp and panting, her body sprawled.

"Good girl."

She flinched at my words.

Something I'd read in an old rape fantasy story—never praise until after sex.

Makes her obedient, supposedly.

Bullshit, probably, but worth a try.

Won't kill me.

"Stay quiet in this room, and I'll let you live. There's a bathroom, and I'll bring food on time. Just behave."

I muttered,

 ⚙ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚙ Sleep 

Min-ji fell asleep instantly.

I approached and peeled the tape from her eyes.

The sticky duct tape made her wince, but she stayed out.

I gave her naked body one last look and left the room.

"Whew."

Success? Yeah. This counts as a win.

Worried about the future, but the start went smooth.

I closed the door and locked the two padlocks.

No way she could break them.

Through the small window in the door, I watched her lying on the bed.

Why this room?

Bathroom and this window.

Bathroom means less hassle for me; window lets me put her to sleep anytime.

Wouldn't have tried without this setup.

Pretty pleased with how plan A worked, I headed to wash up.

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