Club, Drugs, and Kidnapping

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Club kidnapping, huh. Words like ice and rape immediately came to mind.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠headed straight to the motel marked as her current location. It took less than three minutes.

I'd reached the front of the motel, but I had no idea what to do next. I didn't even know how many people were in the room, so charging in blindly was out of the question—and without a room key, sneaking in wasn't an option either. Calling the police was a possibility, but I couldn't explain how I'd found out without raising suspicions, so that was a last resort.

For now, I booked a room on the same floor. Luckily, the one right next door was available.

What should I do?

A frontal assault or show of force was off the table. If they'd gone so far as to kidnap her, they probably weren't working alone. Even with my newly muscular, hulking build, I doubted I could take on a group.

I thought calmly. Racking my brain for a clever plan, one finally came to me.

Stepping out into the hall, I knocked on the door of room 407. In one hand, I held my phone with the camera app open.

Knock knock knock.

There was no response at first, but as I kept knocking, I heard movement inside.

"Who is it?"

"Motel staff. Could you open the door for a sec?"

After a brief silence, the door cracked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠open about fifteen centimeters. A man's face peeked out cautiously, full of suspicion.

Pretending to check a text message on my phone, I held out a condom.

"The boss said you might be out, so he sent me with some."

The man snatched the condom and slammed the door shut.

Okay, photo snap success.

Back in my room, I checked the gallery. Scanning the kidnapper's face pulled up his profile.

As expected, Lee Eunseo had been kidnapped.

I activated the KakaoTalk manipulation-editing feature.

Looking through Kim Sanghyeon's chat list, I spotted shady messages from guys who'd clearly plotted the kidnapping with him. Posing as one of them, I sent a message to Kim Sanghyeon.

After sending that, I cracked open my door to scout the hall.

A moment later, the door to 407 opened, and I heard footsteps heading down. I slipped out, keeping my head low as I brushed past Kim Sanghyeon and darted inside before the door closed.

He didn't notice a thing and kept going downstairs.

Lee Eunseo was sprawled haphazardly on the bed. She wasn't unconscious, but her eyes were unfocused, and she was giggling deliriously. My face twisted in anger.

At least they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hadn't raped her yet.

She should be okay, right?

From what I knew, the drugs used in club rapes caused memory loss and arousal, but a single dose didn't usually have major side effects.

Just to be sure, I pulled up her profile.

No major issues yet, it seemed.

I carried Lee Eunseo to the room next door where I'd stashed her and kept watch on 407.

Heavy footsteps thumped up the stairs, and the hallway grew noisy. The racket from three guys arguing cut off with a slam of the door.

I stifled a chuckle. I couldn't hold back the laughter.

They'd gone to the trouble of using illegal drugs to kidnap women, only to return and find them gone. Their risk had vanished along with the evidence of their crime, but now they had to worry about repercussions.

Realizing this, they started yelling and blaming each other.

Apparently, in their excitement, it hadn't occurred to them that other guests might hear.

Then again, guys who thought that far ahead wouldn't be pulling kidnappings in the first place.

A mischievous urge bubbled up. Should ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I hit 'em with one more?

I stepped out and pounded on 407's door. It flew open, and Kim Sanghyeon's face appeared.

"What the fuck, asshole?"

He doesn't recognize me. I can mess with him freely.

I let loose.

"What the hell are you guys doing? Keep it down."

"What, you punk?"

His face twisted in rage, and I nearly burst out laughing. Face-to-face trolling was the best.

"Hey, what's this? Who's the guy?"

"Dunno, he's bitching about the noise."

They took the bait perfectly, approaching me with curses flying. The three men closed in, surrounding me—pretty intimidating.

But I wasn't scared at all.

Instead of dodging, I scanned their faces.

All three are decent-looking.

Still, only 50-60 points. Nothing compared to me.

"This is a motel—a public place. Don't you have the basic sense not to yell? They say the trashiest lowlifes shout the loudest, and that old saying holds true."

I poured fuel on their already boiling anger. Their faces turning red and purple was quite the sight—I couldn't help but grin.

"This fucking bastard really wants to die."

Kim Sanghyeon reached for my chest, probably to grab my collar.

But right before he could, he froze at my next words.

"I overheard you fighting about ice and shit. That's no way to live your lives, you idiots."

I didn't actually hear clearly.

The motel was well soundproofed. But they didn't know that, so it didn't matter.

I slapped away his outstretched arm. It fell limply.

Sneering, I said, "I don't give a damn about your idiot bullshit, so shut up and fuck off before I call the cops. Got it?"

Furious to their cores, they still couldn't muster more intimidation. They weren't bold enough to charge after I'd hit their weak spot.

Frozen by the mention of "ice," they stammered incoherently and slunk away.

Back in the room.

"Now what?"

Lee Eunseo was still giggling, flailing her limbs. The room must've felt hot; she'd undone all her clothes. With no memory of how to undress properly in her state, buttons were ripped off and sleeves stretched out.

"Heehee, hee... Who're yooouuu!"

As I approached, she beamed and clung to my arm.

After shaking me for a while, her awareness returned a bit, and she opened her eyes. But her pupils were dilated; she just kept giggling vacantly—no real consciousness.

The drug they used must've been low-quality crap.

"This is a problem."

I cleanly ignored the quest. It was just an excuse for rationalization anyway; I was really just worried about Eunseo.

"Whooo are yooouuu!"

"It's not you, it's oppa. Oppa."

Four years younger, and she's calling me "you"? I could feel the heat rising in her body.

Hospital was out. Aside from not being able to explain how I'd tracked her, if we went now and the cops got involved, it'd look like I'd tried to drug-rape her, given up, and called it in pretending I didn't know.

No need to stir up trouble after everything was resolved.

For now, I'll watch her condition up close and wait it out.

First, using the KakaoTalk manipulation-editing feature, I messaged her friend who was probably looking for her. That should prevent a missing persons report.

"Oppa-aa!"

I straightened her out on one side of the bed and covered her with the blanket as she writhed against me, giggling.

"Nuuuh! So hoooot!"

But Eunseo kicked it right off, undoing my efforts. Through her disheveled clothes, her bra and panties peeked out.

"Nngh... Stuffy..."

She fumbled to unhook her bra. Looking down at her pure, innocent face, I poked her cheek lightly. It was snow-white, like untouched powder.

From peeking at their chats, Kim Sanghyeon's crew were real scum. They filmed kidnapped women and abused the videos endlessly—did every evil thing imaginable.

"You got lucky. If it weren't for me, you'd be in deep shit today."

Whether she sensed my sentiment or not, she finally freed herself from the bra after struggling.

"Nngh, got it! Hee, open open."

Damn, what a body under there.

She didn't look that big clothed, just a bit plump. But seeing her bare breasts, the visual impact was insane. They felt even bigger than Shim Uran's. With her petite 152cm frame and D-cups, they had to be.

Watching her pale breasts jiggle stirred something lewd in me.

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