Runaway family. 2
Runaway family. 2
Min-cheol kneaded her pale buttocks with one hand while pulling down his pants with the other.
He pulled down his underwear too, and took out his dark, thick cock.
Spreading her butt cheek flesh with one hand, he rubbed the cock he held in the other against her vaginal lips.
"Fuck. Look how wet you are. You enjoy this, you bitch. Huh? You fucking love it, don't you?"
Min-cheol pushed his cock into the hole.
Squelchhh.
Even though she'd been selling her body moving between noraebangs and hostess bars, being bent over like a dog in a bathroom filled her with humiliation.
But Min-cheol, who couldn't care less, just panted and thrust his hips.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Huff. Hah. Hah. Huff."
"Euugh. Ugh. Ah. Ah. Easy. Ah. Min-cheol-ah. Go. Easy. Ugh."
Min-cheol's cock kept plunging in and out of her cunt hole.
The unaroused hole was tight and not smooth at all.
"Fuck. Shit's tight, you bitch. You not enjoying this? Huh? You hate being with me? Fucking hell."
He spat saliva onto his own pale buttocks.
The falling saliva trickled down through his butt crack and onto the cock buried in her pussy.
Whether the saliva-wet cock became a bit smoother, Min-cheol's hips moved faster.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Huff. Hah. Hah. Huff."
"Eugh. Ah. Ahnn. Ahnn. Hnnn. Aaaaahnn."
Her moans, mixed with pain and humiliation, excited Min-cheol even more.
Pouncing on a weak animal, biting, raping, violating her.
Feeling the delicate female body trembling and sobbing from pain and shame, a sense of depravity and dark euphoria rose within him.
Min-cheol's hips moved faster.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Huff. Hah. Hah. Huff."
"Ah. Heugh. Hnng. Hnnnnng. Aaahnnnng."
Blood and semen gathered at the tip of his cock.
His cock, nearing its climax, swelled in size.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
His cock kept pounding her pussy.
Just instinctive, simple back-and-forth movements.
Both hands that had been gripping her hips moved up to grab the breasts bouncing beneath her bent upper body, squeezing them tightly.
"Aaaahk. Easy. Aack."
"Huff. Huff. Fucking bitch is so damn loud. Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff."
The piston action increased its RPM.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The wild dog, gripping the delicate pet's hips, thrust his head back and drove his cock deep inside.
His cock plunged thump thump thump into her pussy hole.
Her body shook, and the trembling in the girl's voice grew more frequent.
"Haaaaahn. Haaaaaueugh. Hwaaaaaaaahn. No. Not inside. Hwaaaaaaaahn. Min-cheol-ah. Please, not inside."
He reached the end.
Feeling the rising urge to cum, Min-cheol pulled her hips back with the hand that had been squeezing her breasts.
And with one final push, he drove his hips forward with all his strength.
His cock pushed all the way in.
The glans touched the very end of her cervix.
After a moment of stillness, white semen poured from the dark, thick organ, filling her vaginal canal.
His thighs trembling, Min-cheol finished ejaculating and pulled his cock out of her ass.
Pop.
White liquid seeped out between the short-haired girl's slender, pale legs.
Exhausted from Min-cheol's rough violation, her legs gave out and she staggered momentarily.
His cock, slick with fluid, drooped downward as if deflated.
Min-cheol roughly wiped the mucus off his cock with some toilet paper from the wall dispenser, fixed his pants, and stepped out of the bathroom.
As if nothing had happened.
After Min-cheol left, the short-haired girl caught her breath for a moment, then sat on the toilet lid to steady herself.
In her hand, she still held the lipstick, its cap yet unopened.
South Korea is indeed a country with strong public safety.
Surprisingly, there were many days when nothing happened. Surprisingly, fights didn't break out easily.
Even wandering the streets all night, either no trouble would start, or if it did, it was often just drunk kids messing around.
Kids like that were trouble if you messed with them.
Beating them up a few times was one thing, but if you went all out trying to make them submit, someone might call the police.
That would restrict my activities.
The prey I was looking for had to be vicious, but also have enough dirty secrets that they couldn't go to the police.
That's why I'd only succeeded in hunting twice.
The points I'd accumulated were a mere five points total.
Ah. I'm craving a mission. Why doesn't something like a legendary mission pop up again?
With nothing to do, maybe I should try that Gyeonggi Province High School Unification thing the Gyeonggi Alliance (Gyeonggi Alliance) was planning?
I had nothing to do during the day anyway, so I headed out to the hunting grounds.
I wandered through a dark alley crowded with motels and multi-family houses, then got hungry.
I had enough money, but my appetite was acting like a picky kid's, so I headed towards a convenience store.
If I went there and ordered a bunch of stuff to eat, the satisfaction was no joke.
After circling the alley a few more times, I found the convenience store and approached it.
Just as I was almost there, I saw two women coming out through the convenience store door.
One had a slender figure with short hair, and the other was a small-statured, curvy type with her hair tied up in a topknot.
Both were dressed in short shorts and t-shirts, as if they'd just stepped out for a neighborhood errand.
But the curvy one looked familiar.
As I slowly approached, they both saw me.
And the curvy girl's face stiffened.
As expected.
My outfit had been the same for days, so there was no way she wouldn't recognize me.
A black windbreaker. Who else would be wearing a windbreaker in the middle of summer, let alone with the hood pulled up?
As I got closer, the curvy girl quickly signaled the short-haired girl next to her.
"Hey. Eonni. Call someone. Hurry."
"Why? What's with the sudden call?"
The surprised Danbal-i (Danbal-i) was urged on by the curvy girl.
"Over there. The Hunter. It's the Hunter."
"Hunt? What?"
The short-haired girl, who had no idea what was going on, finally looked at me.
Seeing my appearance, she immediately understood what "Hunter" meant.
It was a story that circulated like an urban legend among delinquents.
A guy in a black hood is hunting down thugs.
He's an incredible fighter, and anyone who gets caught gets beaten to death, with some even ending up disabled.
It's clearly a crime, but since the Hunter bastard only picks on the worst scumbags, it never even gets reported to the police.
Given the situation, there's even talk among the runaway groups (Gachulpam) that if you see a black hood, you should just run.
More than anything, two guys from the runaway group (Gachulpam) that Danbal-i (Danbal-i) and the curvy girl belonged to had been beaten by him and were still in the hospital.
While the two were making a fuss, the black hood came right up in front of them.
I spoke with a smile.
"Up close, yeah, it's you. We saw each other in front of the motel last time, right?"
The curvy girl talked back.
"Yeah. Who are you? I think this is the first time I'm seeing you."
"Oh, really? You don't remember me? Come on, you saw me in front of the motel last time. You were with another friend, and I asked if you wanted to go eat a Big Mac. Are the guys doing okay?"
"Ah. No. I said I don't know you, so why are you like this? Seriously. Eonni, let's just go."
The curvy girl linked arms with the short-haired girl and walked off in the opposite direction.
They had only taken a few steps.
Suddenly, the short-haired girl stopped, turned around, and came back in front of me.
The flustered curvy girl called out.
"Hey. Eonni. What's up? Why aren't you going?"
The short-haired girl stopped in front of me and looked me up and down.
She asked suspiciously.
"Are you the Hunter?"
"Huh? Hunter?"
"The one wearing a black hood, picking fights with thugs and crippling them. The one who calls himself the Hunter when asked. Isn't that you?"
What's her intention? Well, I'll just see how this plays out.
"Hearing it, yeah, that sounds like me. But... why?"
"Are you really good at fighting?"
Her tone carried both suspicion and expectation. Interesting.
"Hmm. I'm pretty good."
"How good?"
How good? How should I put it? It'd be nice if there was something like a combat power reading. But I can't exactly tell them my level. I'm trying to think of a fitting expression.
"Just school bully (iljin) level? 20 or 30 of them wouldn't be a problem."
The short-haired girl's expression showed she didn't quite believe me. But my reputation was pretty strong.
Rumor had it that four of them had been together and still got taken down.
Even if 20 or 30 was an exaggeration, it meant I could easily handle 4 or 5 at once.
She wanted to take a chance on me.
"You? You want to fight, don't you?"
"What?"
Asking that directly. How surprising.
"You dress like that because you want to fight, right? To stand out."
My clothes were always the same. It was originally to hide my appearance, but I hadn't really thought about changing them.
After my level had risen enough, I wasn't entirely opposed to attracting some attention anyway.
"There are some guys worth fighting. If I tell you where they are, will you go?"
"Hey. Eonni. What are you talking about?"
Hmm. This is sudden.
It could be a trap.
But the startled look on the curvy girl's face doesn't seem like this was planned.
So why is she doing this to me?
"Why are you offering to tell me?"
The short-haired girl hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"There are these bastards. Every day is a gutter, and we can't do anything about it with our strength. I'm asking because maybe you can handle it."
Her expression was serious. I stared, wondering if she was hiding something, but I couldn't tell.
"How many of them are there?"
"Four. Originally six, but you crippled two, so now it's four. They're probably gathered at the hideout right now."
"How can I trust that?"
"Come with me. If I'm lying, you can just crush me first."
Ooh. That's some determination. If she knows about me, she's probably heard about my reputation(?). She'd also know I don't go easy on girls.
"But why are you asking me? You could contact someone else if you needed help."
The short-haired girl cut me off.
"Because you don't touch people who don't fight back."
You only beat up bullies (iljin).
Lee So-ryeong's (Lee So-ryeong's) face overlapped with her words.
Haven't seen her much lately.
She's been going to her academy at the study room near her house.
She occasionally texts, and sometimes asks to meet up, but I've been consciously avoiding Lee So-ryeong (Lee So-ryeong).
I both want to get involved with her and avoid her at the same time.
I spoke.
"You're smart."
"If you fail, I'll get beaten to death by those bastards too. If I'm lying, I'll get beaten to death by your hands. Isn't that trustworthy enough?"
After a moment of thought, I came to a conclusion.
"Where is this place?"
"It's hard to find just by explaining. Follow me."
The short-haired girl led the way. And I followed behind her.
The curvy girl, glancing at me and Danbal-i (Danbal-i), made a face and followed along.