Washing my body with warm water doesn't wash away the dirty feeling inside.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Yeah, I never thought things would go well from the start. It's not like some hentai or AV where a girl would just mindlessly submit to the guy who killed her boyfriend. Thinking that way in the first place makes me a fucking idiot.
I wanted to turn right back around and beat him to death.
But that would mean I lost.
If Min-Ji died like that, my defeat would be set in stone—something I could never overturn.
This was something I started with determination.
Giving up and flipping the table just because of a setback like this? My pride wouldn't allow it.
Yeah, pride.
Win or lose, I have to see it through to the end.
I can't just quit like this.
After finishing my shower, I dressed haphazardly.
I couldn't stay here with this filthy feeling.
To wash it away somehow, I forced myself to go outside.
"Perfect conditions to get myself killed."
I know I'm not in my right mind right now. I know I need to cool my head, but there's no other way.
All I want is to kill and ravage like a beast.
"Huu."
2 AM.
Quietly leaving the bunker, I walked along the edge of the darkness toward the downtown area.
Tonight, I wanted to cause chaos, so I headed to a place I usually avoid and silently climbed to the rooftop of a three-story building.
I stormed out of the bunker like a wild beast, but in the end, I'm still just a coward.
If I don't want to die, I have to stick to the way I've always done things.
Ugh. I'm such a fucking loser.
Standing outside in the unsafe streets, breathing in the early morning air, my head finally cools down.
Why did I even come out here?
I should've just knocked Min-Ji out and fucked her unresisting holes.
Then something suddenly popped into my head.
Ye-Ji. Kim Ye-Ji.
We never set a date for when I'd go back, but in my mind, I figured about a week.
Counting the days, tomorrow marks a week.
What choice did she make? If I showed up… would she accept me without resistance?
You fucking psycho.
After what just happened, you still haven't come to your senses?
What the hell are you expecting? You think some romance novel bullshit like that would happen in this fucked-up world?
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Crouched in a corner of the rooftop, I drowned in my own stupid thoughts.
Screw it. Let's just go back.
A loser like me should just turn around.
As I descended from the rooftop and stepped into the alley, I suddenly heard shouting.
I hid my body and peeked out to see what was happening.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Die, you fuck!"
A few men were fighting each other.
And watching them—a woman.
She was too far away to see clearly, but she was dressed in pretty revealing clothes.
My gaze shifted from her to the men.
Five men total—two versus three—but the two were overpowering the three.
What the hell? What kind of situation is this?
Hiding in the alley, I watched as one of the two men landed a brutal punch to the temple of one from the trio.
The punched man slammed into the wall and then vanished.
Holy shit… Did he just kill someone with a punch?
Even if the guy had the bad luck to smash his head against the wall, that was still insane.
The remaining two from the trio seemed just as stunned as I was, staring blankly at the killer.
Wait, why aren't they using skills?
Do they not have combat skills at all?
The two hesitated, then turned to run.
The puncher glanced at his partner, who nodded and shouted:
"Lightning!"
A bolt of lightning struck one of the fleeing men, killing him instantly.
"Ahhhh!"
The last survivor bolted at full speed.
But the lightning guy shouted again, and another bolt erased him from existence.
What the hell…? They didn't use skills from the start? They have something that powerful, but they chose to beat people up bare-handed?
The puncher and the lightning guy smirked, leisurely picking up the coins.
"Did you wait long, sweetheart?"
The woman—called "sweetheart"—looked at them with disdain.
Sweetheart? What kind of naming sense is that?
The puncher grabbed her arm roughly, but she shook him off—or tried to. His grip didn't budge.
"Fuck, you wanna play hard to get?"
"I'm not expensive. If you want me, pay up."
"Hah. Look at this. You don't get your situation, do you? We just saved you from those three thugs, didn't we? So how about a 'Thank you for saving me!' and lifting that skirt right up?"
"What the hell are you talking about, you psycho? They were my customers! You freaks killed them, and now you're spouting this bullshit?"
"Tch. Listen to this bitch talk."
The puncher slapped her across the face.
Her head snapped to the side from the force, but she immediately glared back and snarled:
"You fucking hit me!? You hit me!? Why not just kill me, huh!?"
The puncher flinched at her venomous words.
Realizing he'd backed down, his face twisted in anger, and he drove his fist into her stomach.
"Ugh—khh!"
"Ah, damn it. This bitch is insane. Whatever. Let's just take her and fuck her. Make her beg properly."
He slung her over his shoulder like a sack.
"Let… go, you fucking bastards…"
"Tch. Feisty ones are fun. I'll fuck you till you break…"
But his words were cut short.
Both the puncher and the lightning guy collapsed to the ground.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the shadows like it was nothing.
The woman, now sprawled on top of the unconscious puncher, stared at me in confusion.
"You… what the hell are you…?"
Still winded from the punch, she struggled to speak.
Up close, I understood why he called her "sweetheart."
Wavy hair, sharp makeup, a body oozing sex appeal, and a dress that looked like something out of a fantasy.
She really was a sweetheart—in a decadent kind of way.
Ignoring her question, I drove my machete into the puncher's body.
As he vanished, she tumbled to the ground.
"Ow, ow, ow."
[6,872 Coins acquired.]
After collecting the coins, I did the same to the lightning guy.
[4,319 Coins acquired.]
I thought they'd have more, but this was it?
Wait, didn't they just kill three other guys? So this is the total from all five?
Ugh. My luck is fucking terrible.
No—it's not my luck. It's these street trash bastards who are the problem.
"Hey!"
Her sharp voice called out to me. I kept up my cool act, looking at her with disinterest.
"Who are you? Why'd you save me?"
I scoffed, giving her a short laugh before replying curtly:
"Leave."
Then I turned and walked away.
Damn. Nailed the whole mysterious act.
"Hey!"
She called again. Annoyed, I looked back.
"You wanna die?"
She smirked at my words—a weird, ambiguous smile.
Was she mocking me? Or was it something else?
"Hah. You're kinda cool. So, wanna kill me?"
She lifted her skirt slightly.
Slender legs, smooth thighs—and lifting it further revealed she wasn't wearing panties.
What the hell? This girl's not right in the head either. No panties?
But my dick twitched at the sudden turn of events.
I'd never been in a situation like this, but refusing would be just as ridiculous.
So I walked toward her.
She watched me approach with a provocative look.
And damn, that expression was sexy.
I grabbed her waist and crushed my lips against hers.
I was faking confidence, but she didn't hesitate—her tongue met mine, tangling in a deep kiss.
I'd never kissed like this before. It felt like discovering a whole new world.
Just from kissing, my dick was ready to burst.
She must've felt it too, because while we kissed, she undid my pants.
I slid my hand under her dress—and realized she wasn't wearing a bra either.
Damn… impressive.
Her boobs weren't huge, but their softness was intoxicating.
She gripped my dick and pressed it against her pussy.
Shouldn't she be wet first? But the moment the tip touched her entrance, it was already slick.
I stopped playing with her boobs, grabbed her legs, and lifted her up.
She was lighter than expected, so I pinned her against the alley wall and pushed in.
"Ahh—!"
Our lips parted as she moaned, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
Her voice was so lewd it drove me wild.
But this position was awkward—holding her up was tough.
I set her down, turned her around, and bent her over.
She braced against the wall, arching her back, and I thrust in from behind.
"Ngh—ahh!"
Deep inside, my dick filled her completely.
Every thrust drew another sinful moan from her lips, and the faster I moved, the louder she got.
I grabbed her boobs with both hands, twisting her stiff nipples as I fucked her harder.
"Ahh—yes, harder—!"
I'd never had a girl react like this before. Her moans drove me insane.
I gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding into her until her cries grew louder.
"Ahh—yes! More—ahh!"
The rhythm grew frantic, and soon, I came inside her with a rough groan.
"Haah… haah…"
"Pant… pant…"
The alley echoed with our heavy breathing.
She straightened up, and my softening dick slipped out with a wet sound.
As I pulled up my pants, she fixed her dress, then smirked and pecked my lips.
"Hey. Come with me somewhere."
She looped her arm through mine, pressing her boobs against me.
No way I could refuse.
"What's your name?"
My sudden question made her grin like a cat.
"Name? Just call me Yeon-Ju."
I let Yeon-Ju lead me somewhere unknown.