Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 705 Suspicious Activity

"Did you guys come from Riverdel?" Smoker inquired, wearing a warm smile and behaving like a true gentleman.

"Yes, we barely escaped a ferocious mutant there, but we lost most of our male companions in the end."

Sonia replied, her form entirely wrapped in clothing.

"Oh, that's terrible. In this apocalypse, survival depends on sticking together. We have plenty of food here, so feel free to stay as long as you like." Ribbit quickly added.

"Plus, with me around, no mutant can touch you." Hunter boasted, sneaking peeks at each of the women.

Up close like this, their beauty stood out even more, and the men struggled to conceal their desire.

"Ah, thank you so much. We promise not to trouble you at all." Onest responded.

"We have plenty of empty rooms available for you." Smoker mentioned, exhaling a puff of smoke.

The group nodded gratefully once more before stepping into two of the rooms.

Vritra shared his room with all his wives, while Shitless and Onest took the other one.

Witnessing this setup, the men outside stood stunned.

"W-Why is that jerk bunking with all those women?" one man in the crowd muttered in frustration.

While some thirst to death, others swim in abundance.

"Regardless, we'll strike soon. Ribbit, scout their power levels first, then hehe." Smoker grinned widely.

Right then, a woman's moans began echoing from the room.

Sonia's cries fueled the growing rage among those outside.

The building hadn't housed any women for months—the last one was an elderly lady.

Yet here these newcomers reveled so shamelessly.

KNOCK KNOCK

Ribbit chose to barge in, knocking to assess their strength.

In the adjacent room, Vritra lounged on the bed with his wives, yawning before reclining fully.

"Darling, why not just eliminate them instead of dragging this out?" Fiona questioned, repulsed by their lecherous stares.

"To gather intel, naturally. Let Shitless handle it." Vritra answered.

"Gather intel?" Vanessa echoed, astonished.

"Exactly. Sir Shitless excels at that. For now, relax. We'll pick up where we left off after learning something useful."

Vritra gave a subtle smile in response, then drew Vanessa's arm to pull her close beside him.

"Hmm, their power should keep them safe enough." Vanessa murmured, embracing her son tightly in a cozy cuddle.

Meanwhile, Smoker, Ribbit, Hunter, and the rest lingered by the door.

Moments later, the door creaked open as Onest poked his head out.

"What do you want?" he demanded irritably.

"Uh, if it's okay, could I step inside and—" Ribbit started, only to get cut off.

"It's not okay. Scram." Onest snapped, slamming the door shut.

'This scum!' Ribbit fumed inwardly—who dared speak to him that way?

'Stay calm; I'll handle him soon.' He steadied himself and knocked once more.

"What the hell do you want now?" Onest bellowed, head appearing again.

"Truth is, I need a private word with you, so may I—" Before finishing, Onest grabbed Ribbit's collar and yanked him inside.

The onlookers gaped in shock, turning to Smoker for guidance on whether to act.

"L-Let's hold off for the moment." Smoker ordered with a scowl, placing full faith in Ribbit.

Betrayal could come from anyone, even Hunter perhaps, but never Ribbit—they'd been inseparable since before the apocalypse.

Like father and son, almost.

"Ahhhh~"

All faces stiffened at the sudden moan from within.

Smoker took the biggest hit, realizing Ribbit had jumped straight into pleasure.

"T-That swine! I was supposed to pick first from the women!!" Hunter yelled, trembling with fury and itching to smash the door.

"That traitor ignores his own boss. Fine, let him take one—she's his, and he'll scout for food solo next." Smoker spat venomously.

The moans persisted from inside, growing louder soon after.

"Ahhhhh Fuck N- Not so hard ughhhhh T- Too deep!! Nooooo" Ribbit's pained yells burst out abruptly, jolting everyone outside.

They exchanged uneasy glances and swallowed hard, vivid and bizarre visions flooding their thoughts.

"B-Boss, is Ribbit alright? Sh-Should we rescue him? I never guessed he liked it that rough…" Hunter stammered, shivering at 'deep.'

So that fool used his rear as the main gate?

Revulsion washed over them all, followed by Ribbit's escalating cries repeating the same pleas.

Too deep, ripping me up, it's leaking out, ease up, not both together, it's spilling…

"Huh? Both? So the man and woman are sharing?" A collective shudder gripped them.

"I-I'm saying we leave him be for now. What say you, boss? He can gauge their strength through the thump—with his unique talents, I mean." Hunter proposed.

The mental images from inside tormented them endlessly.

Hastily, the group cleared the floor and departed, plotting the demise of the two men.

Better to earn the women's loyalty than seize them by force—that would keep them here voluntarily.

As they scattered, Onest pulled his hand from Ribbit's mouth; the man was bound to a chair, two knives plunged deep into his gut, blood pouring hot.

"You scum! They'll find out and slaughter you all!!" Ribbit screamed, tears streaming down his face.

They'd stifled his real cries, forcing those humiliating phrases—what twisted conclusions the others must have drawn.

Ribbit's gifts lay in his smarts, sharp instincts, and blazing speed, but none helped now.

He eyed the stunning woman now morphed into a crimson mutant, while the bald brute leered menacingly.

Shitless embodied a nightmarish fiend, pure villainy.

Sonia had already charmed key details from him, uncovering mentions of a crow-like figure.

Likely a player.

Further torment yielded nothing more.

"I suppose that's all from him." Onest declared, arms folded across his torso.

"So what next for him?" They turned to the terrified Ribbit.

"SOB P-Please let me live, I have family, I'm no guilty party. Never hurt a soul SOB ughh mercy, I'm pleading."

Ribbit broke down begging, stirring genuine sympathy in the pair.

"I say we release him; he doesn't seem evil." Onest suggested.

"But he might spill everything, and they'll hunt us." Shitless pointed out quietly.

"N-No, I swear silence! Your secret's safe. Make me your servant, just spare me!" Ribbit vowed inwardly seething for revenge.

"Fine, you're free to go." They agreed with nods.

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