Taking Down the Child Rapist

Song Yunho bolted upright in bed. He had to stop Kim Gangshik before the bastard could do anything. For the sake of the little girl named Jeong Soyeong's life—and to claim the quest reward.

First, should I call 112? Nah.

If the police asked how he knew about the kidnapping, he'd have no good answer. He paced anxiously, racking his brain, until an idea hit him. He threw on his coat and burst out the door.

His destination: the police station.

He stopped by a convenience store on the way, grabbing five or six drinks, then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strode into the station.

"Hello. Thanks for your hard work. I was passing by and saw the station, so I bought some drinks."

"Oh, you didn't have to... Thank you."

As he handed out the drinks, he snapped a sneaky photo. Back outside, he ran a profile search on his album, pulling up the cops' info. Using the manipulation tool, he masked the names and sent a group message to all of them.

A reply came instantly.

"Damn it, this is insane."

His gut boiled at the cop's response.

"Fucking cops!"

No wonder people trashed Korean police for dragging their feet. Verify first if there's any report, right? "Ignoring from now on"? Any more delay, and the girl might suffer irreparable trauma.

And I'd lose my quest reward too.

"Taxi!"

He flagged down a passing cab.

"Noryangjin-dong detached housing complex, as fast as you can."

If the cops wouldn't move, he'd do it himself. Heart pounding, he headed to Janghang-dong first.

"12,500 won."

"Keep the change!"

He tossed two 10,000-won bills onto the back seat and dashed into the complex.

"117-101... 117-101... Here it is."

He stopped in front of a small single-family house surrounded by a grimy brick wall. The owner clearly neglected it—the fence was filthy, the yard overgrown with weeds. No signs of life inside, so he pulled up Kim Gangshik's profile and checked his location.

Kim Gangshik was out. Just in case, he scanned related photos and found one of a bound child. He opened her profile and checked her location.

The girl was inside the house.

Jackpot.

He vaulted the wall and sprinted to the front door. Locked, of course. He circled the house, checking windows and the balcony door—all secured. Still dead silent inside.

Gotta rescue her before Kim gets back.

No more waiting. He grabbed a hefty rock from the yard and hurled it at a window.

Crash!

He unlocked the frame, climbed in, and scanned the room.

No sign of the girl.

Her location still showed inside. He called out.

"Soyeong? Can you hear me? Say something if you can! I'm here to save you."

"...He...lp..."

A faint voice. He strained to listen. It came from the balcony—thin and weak. His eyes landed on a massive planter. Big enough for a person. Heart sinking, he tapped it.

"Mmph. Sa... mmphmmph..."

He yanked out the tree, soil and all, revealing a girl blindfolded and gagged.

She burst into sobs.

"H-Hic... P-Please... s-save me... Hic..."

"Shh, shh. It's okay. The bad man's gone. Your big bro's got you."

He hugged her tight, patting her back, whispering it's okay, it's okay in her ear until her cries eased.

Then—

"What the hell are you?!"

Thwack!

Pain exploded in the back of his skull. Darkness swallowed him.

He came to with a throbbing headache. His hands and feet were bound with clothesline. Blurry vision cleared on a man. Adrenaline surged.

Kim Gangshik.

"You ballsy fuck. How'd you find this place?"

Kim slammed a baseball bat down.

That the thing that knocked me out?

Stunned and terrified, Yunho froze. He'd smashed in on impulse, but he was just a regular guy. No way to subdue an armed man while tied up.

Kim smashed the floor again.

"How'd you get in?!"

His mind blanked from the shock. He blurted the first thing.

"B-Broke a window."

Wham. Kim kicked his face.

"Wrong answer! How'd you know I kidnapped the girl?!"

"I..."

Thud! He toppled sideways.

"Answer straight!"

Blood filled his mouth.

Fuck, can't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tell the truth—he won't buy it.

Two hits in, rage overrode fear, sharpening his mind. Instead of answering, he scanned Kim's face.

Kim was panicking at the thought of getting caught.

If I play this right, I might see an opening.

His brain kicked into gear with a plan.

"H-Hic... P-Please... s-spare me... Hic."

He forced out tears, sobbing.

"Hic... I-I just heard a kid's voice inside... Th-that's why I came in. F-For real."

Pain from the hits made real tears flow as he committed to the act.

"F-For real, mister... Hic. I-I won't tell anyone. I didn't know... P-Please spare me... Hic."

Kim glanced at the girl, still acting oblivious.

"Hic... I swear I won't say a word. Please. M-Money! I'll transfer money right now from my phone. 500,000 won! All I got. Take it all!"

"How can I trust you? Can't untie you."

"I'll transfer first. Say I helped—if I report, say I'm your accomplice. I paid to fuck the girl. Ruins my life too. I can't report."

Kim's status shifted.

Kim pretended to mull it over.

"Hmm... Yeah, okay."

Yunho was dumbfounded. No need for his backup plan—the idiot bought it, thinking his own scheme genius.

Fine, think what you want. Just get close.

One step nearer, and game over.

"Forget the transfer. But you join in for real. Then I trust you."

"Th-Thank you for sparing me! Anything you say! You'll untie me, right?"

"Not yet, dumbass. Wait."

"B-But I'm your accomplice now."

"Can't relax till your dick's in her. You can get hard tied up, right? I'll go first—you watch."

Kim approached the girl instead of untying him.

Shit, not good.

Risky, but Plan B it was. Jeong Soyeong trembled as Kim neared. When his hand touched her, she wailed hysterically.

"Oh, right. Forgot."

Kim rummaged in the corner, grabbing lube.

Crazy fuck. Lube now?

Kim smirked at Yunho's disgusted glare.

"Heh, dry hurts. Pro tip—remember it."

Kim dropped his pants, kneeling to apply lube.

Now.

Bound limbs and all, Yunho lunged. His hand hit Kim's nape.

Action Hand 20GP

Even 5GP had once whited out Kim Youngae's status. What would 20 do?

"H-Hyaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡!!!!!"

Yunho crashed down—tied up, no clean landing. Kim convulsed in brain-melting ecstasy, then went limp like a dead rat. Piss soaked his crotch.

Status blanked—out cold.

"Fucking asshole. Didn't want shock to hurt my injuries more."

He crawled to the girl, who was hiccup-sobbing. Wrists bound, but fingers free—he ungagged and unbound her eyes.

"Sorry. Should've been faster. Scared, huh?"

"Hic... W-Waaahhh... M-Mommyyy..."

Knock knock knock.

"Anyone home? Police. Got a report of a break-in."

Her wails had pierced the noise complaint he'd filed anonymously on the way. Cops couldn't ignore forever.

Relief washed over him; tension drained.

"W-Waaahhh!"

"Break the door! Tied up—can't move!"