Runaway family. 1
Runaway family. 1
He smacks his lips. Ah. Only two?
In disappointment, my inner thoughts slipped out without me realizing.
"Only two? No more?"
"What is this bastard saying? Want to die? What are you doing here? Ah. Did you come because you got turned on seeing these bitches? Huh? Want a go? Huh? Fuck. Hahahaha. This is one damn funny bastard."
"No, that's not it."
"No? What? Fuck. Are you joking? Ha."
"I came because I'm interested in you guys, not the girls."
"What? Us? You crazy bastard. Who are you? Huh?"
I've confirmed they're prey, but since it's better to be sure, I ask out of courtesy.
"You're part of the same gang, right? You're the pimps?"
At the word 'pimp,' the bastards' eyes turn sharp.
"This fucking bastard."
The hot-tempered one grabs me by the collar.
If he had a calm personality, he wouldn't be acting like this in the first place.
I grab the wrist of the attacking bastard and kick his ankle.
The bastard, flipped in midair, falls straight onto the concrete floor.
Kung.
Since the impact of his full weight hit his entire body, he won't be able to move for a while.
While the girls are standing there with their eyes wide open at what happened in an instant, the remaining bastard pulls a knife from his waist.
Chaeng.
This is why, no matter how big the stat difference, you always have to be careful when fighting thugs.
These guys are different from ordinary school bullies.
They don't hesitate to use weapons.
This bastard seems to have done this more than once; he sizes me up and thrusts the knife without hesitation.
I dodge the blade, grab his wrist, and trip him in the direction of his momentum.
I slam his upper body into the ground and twist the wrist I'm holding.
Ududuk.
"Ueok."
In an instant, the two are down.
The startled girls, finally coming to their senses, grab their phones and keep calling numbers that don't pick up.
"Ah, fuck. Why won't he answer? Fuck."
I don't feel the need to beat the girls half to death.
Unless they attack me, that is.
Still, I should ask their intention. It's better to be sure.
"Do you want to scram? Or do you want to fight?"
Hearing that, the girls flee with mincing steps under their thigh-tight skirts.
After watching the girls disappear, I grab the scruffs of the fallen bastards and drag them along slowly.
I drag them to a shady corner next to a building.
I have to cook them well without killing them and eat some tasty points.
A mere 2 points.
But what was more satisfying than that is the wad of cash from their pockets.
These bastards seem to be the type who trick men with the promise of compensated dating and then rob them.
From the pockets of the beaten bastards, I find phones and photos galore.
This is what happens when you act like a fool trying to get a taste of a high school girl.
The guys who do it and the guys who rob them are all the same in the end.
But since it luckily fell into my hands, I'll just use it usefully.
There was also 3 million won in cash, looks freshly withdrawn.
It was probably ripped from the pocket of some middle-aged man who got caught acting like a fool trying to get a taste of a high school girl.
I take one more round, but can't find any more prey, so I head back.
When the job is done, I take a taxi and go straight home. The taxi fare adds up, but all of this is an investment.
Mom thinks I spend all day at the study room near school.
The study room is open until 1 AM, so if I take a taxi now and go, it'll look like I studied late and came home.
And so I continued my regular life.
The villa district around Bupyeong Station.
An area crowded with old villas and multi-family homes.
Around evening when the dusk begins to stir.
From inside a semi-basement unit of a multi-family house at the entrance of a damp, gloomy alley, curses spill out.
It was a fairly spacious house with three rooms and one bathroom, but.
It's cramped for five guys and six girls to live in.
In the middle was the living room and kitchen, and right now in the living room, Kim Min-cheol's foot was mercilessly stomping on the body of a fallen girl.
"You crazy bitch. So what! Fuck, you lost the money, and who cares! I, fuck, waited for your call all day! Huh! Are you crazy!"
The woman was collapsed and curled up, bleeding from her face, and Kim Min-cheol's foot kept stomping and kicking her curled body.
The five girls were clinging to each other and the wall, staring at the scene with terrified expressions.
Behind Kim Min-cheol, three guys were standing, giggling as if they found something funny.
They are all in their late teens to early twenties.
Runaways who wandered and found a place to sleep and lean on naturally formed a group—that's a runaway family.
At first, they gather longing for warmth, but in the end, it's always marked by humiliation, oppression, violence, and extortion.
In the downtown areas of Bupyeong, Guro, and Anyang, there were hundreds of such runaway families.
Now, Kim Min-cheol's gang, totaling 13 with five guys and eight girls, is one of them.
The runaway family started with three or four people, and then a thug named Kim Min-cheol, who they knew through connections, joined. He beat all the guys who were already there half to death, kicked them out, and took over the runaway family.
Needing money, Kim Min-cheol pushed the girls into illegal staffing agencies or compensated dating, and the guys would loiter around bar streets, do street robbery of drunkards, or extort money from students and hand it over to Kim Min-cheol.
All the money they earned was being squandered on entertainment expenses for him and his minions.
Sometimes they would lure middle-aged men to motels with the bait of compensated dating, then ambush them and extort large sums. Last night, they had a job and were expecting a big payday, but some bastard got in the way, got their money taken, and the guy he used like his right arm was half-crippled and ended up in the hospital.
Kim Min-cheol vented his anger by beating up the girl who went with them, but still not satisfied, he glared at the terrified huddled girls and cursed.
"Ah. Fuck. Fucking bitch. Get this girl out of here."
Kim Min-cheol walked to the dining table, sat down, took a cigarette from the pack on the table, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
After Kim Min-cheol moved away, the girls ran over to check on the fallen woman.
They took out tissues and wiped the blood flowing from her mouth and nose.
Several girls supported the fallen girl and took her to a room. As they bustled about, Kim Min-cheol shouted at the backs of their heads.
"Ah, fuck. How long are you going to dawdle! You bunch of bitches. Don't you have to go to work!"
At Kim Min-cheol's shout, the girls moved hurriedly.
The time when everyone else is heading home from work is the time these kids have to go to work.
Some head to entertainment establishments, and some loiter around the station looking for men to sell sex to.
The girls who laid the fallen one down in the room each began to prepare to go out.
Their outfits, which were so revealing that there was hardly anything to cover, didn't take long to put on.
Kim Min-cheol, sitting at the table smoking, scanned the girls getting ready, and his eyes landed on one woman.
Short bob cut hair, lean body type.
The short dress, so short her panties were almost visible, bared her shoulders.
The bob-cut girl, with a beauty mark under her eye that draws attention, picked up a lipstick and went into the bathroom.
Kim Min-cheol stubbed his cigarette out in a pile of cup ramen containers on the table, stood up, and followed the girl who was just stepping into the bathroom.
The girl, seeing Kim Min-cheol follow her in, was flustered and hurriedly spoke.
"Why. What's wrong? I need to get ready for work."
"Fuck. Who said anything? You'll get ready for work, won't you?"
Kim Min-cheol locked the bathroom door, pushed the girl against the wall, and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Then with one hand, he pulled down the dress that was covering her chest and grabbed her breast.
He traced and sucked her neck, then the collarbone and shoulder below.
The woman twisted her body, rejecting Kim Min-cheol's touch.
"Ah. No. I'm really late. I told you I'd be in big trouble if I'm late again today."
Kim Min-cheol, already red-eyed, snapped.
"Ah. Fuck. I said I'll finish quickly! Fucking annoying!"
One of Kim Min-cheol's hands slid under her skirt.
And he grabbed and kneaded her pussy over her panties.
The hand that was groping her breast grabbed her chin and turned her head back. Kim Min-cheol's lips covered hers.
Kim Min-cheol's nicotine-stained tongue parted her lips, pushed in, and violated the inside.
With the sloppy kiss and the soft breast and pussy flesh, Kim Min-cheol's arousal quickly heightened.
Kim Min-cheol slid his fingers inside her panties, thrust them into her pussy, and wiggled them.
Cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop.
"Hyeuk. Aheuuuuung. Aaaaaang."
The fingers inside her pussy hole traced and rubbed the plump flesh, vaginal opening, and clitoris.
A one-sided movement that doesn't consider the other's will at all.
The other hand was wrapped around her waist, immobilizing her.
The desire to conquer and dominate that comes from controlling and suppressing the other releases dopamine in Min-cheol's brain.
Cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop cheop.
"Heuuuuk. Hauuuuung."
The woman's body trembled at the fingers violating her pussy.
A slight heat rising from her lower abdomen and shame. And a tremor mixed with fear.
Min-cheol, alone in his arousal, pulled the woman's hips toward him and pressed her upper body down.
The woman, naturally bent forward, placed her hands on the wall.
Kim Min-cheol's hand lifted her skirt hem and roughly pulled down her panties.
The black lace panties got caught on her thighs.
Kim Min-cheol's eyes turned bloodshot as he saw the pale buttocks sticking out behind.
Min-cheol hurriedly unfastened his pants.