Runaway family. 4
Runaway family. 4
I listened to a brief explanation while eating ramen.
The short-haired girl's name was Song Yuna.
She's one year older than me. She's 20 this year.
She ran away from home two years ago, wandered the streets, and eventually joined a runaway group.
She didn't ask anything about me.
Where I came from, why I was doing this. So it was comfortable.
A person who wasn't curious about me, didn't know me, and didn't try to know me.
But at the same time, someone who showed me favor.
Of course, she had ulterior motives behind it, but since I already knew what they were, it wasn't uncomfortable.
It also aligned with my needs.
When I finished the ramen, Yuna spoke.
"Should we start from the closest place? Or from the place with fewer people?"
Hmm. With things like this, it's better to take down the strong ones first before rumors spread.
"From the strongest ones."
A surprised expression appeared on Yuna's face.
I felt secretly proud and pleased that I had startled her.
"Will you be okay?"
"Are you worried about me?"
In the end, Yuna gave up and stood up.
"I'll change my clothes and come out. Ga-young. Clean this up."
Curvy Girl approached hesitantly.
She checked my mood, picked up the pot I had eaten from, and went to the sink.
So Curvy Girl's name was Ga-young.
Ga-young, Curvy Girl's back view caught my eye.
Her plump ass made me want to bite it hard.
If I just reached out my hand, it seemed like I could grab it.
Would she say no?
Ah, shit. This feels weird.
Danbal-i. The place I was guided to by Yuna was a shabby motel.
The completely worn-out motel building was so scary it felt like ghosts would appear.
"They use all six rooms on the 7th floor. There are about 10 guys. About that many girls too. There's no owner at the entrance, just a part-timer, but they're such noisy kids that even if there's a lot of noise, they won't report it. The head is Hobin, he always carries a knife. He brags about stabbing someone and going to juvenile detention. There's a CCTV at the entrance, but if you go around to the back door behind the building, you'll be fine."
"You said 7th floor? Will you wait here?"
"Are you sure you'll be okay? All alone?"
"I was alone earlier too."
As I walked forward, Yuna continued.
"There are some girls there who are really bad quality. They're bitches who coax their juniors and younger siblings into running away, then pimp them out."
My face asked what the hell she was talking about.
Yuna spoke as if it were nothing.
"For your reference. You don't hit women. I thought you might need an exception sometimes. If you leave them alone, they could cause trouble later on."
Huh. This girl is really dangerous. How can she understand people so well?
I smiled without a word.
"You saw that coffee shop on the way here, right? Wait there. Don't order anything for me. It'll take a while."
As Yuna said, the back door was open.
I headed to the 7th floor via the stairs.
Once I got to the 7th floor, a problem arose.
How do I lure them out?
After thinking, I just knocked on the nearest door, Room 701.
Kung kung kung kung.
I heard a sound from inside.
"Aish, what is it?"
"Chicken delivery."
"What? Who ordered chicken?"
The door opened along with the voice.
A skinny body. Droopy eyes. Tattoos covering his upper body flashily.
Surprise showed in the guy's eyes when he saw me.
"What?"
My hand grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
"Kkeok. Eok eok."
And I entered the room as is, closing the door.
After smashing the second room and coming out, three guys who had noticed the noise came out into the hallway.
"What the hell? Why is it so fucking loud?!"
The guys coming out met me face to face.
They were all fairly big.
They held baseball bats.
The other two held a pocket knife and a sashimi knife respectively.
A kid who hasn't even dried the blood on his head, carrying a sashimi knife, fuck.
Trying to imitate gangsters?
Not that I have room to talk, but movies have ruined these kids.
No. I shouldn't blame the movies.
It's not that movies ruined them; these already broken kids imitate that way.
If the movie had used a hoe instead of a sashimi knife, these bastards would be carrying hoes.
They're just single-celled organisms.
No Think bastards.
The hallway had high ceilings but was narrow.
Not a bad condition for me.
The guy with the baseball bat charged first.
I stepped back at his swing timing, then jumped off the wall, stepping on his shoulder.
Unable to withstand the force on his shoulder, the guy fell forward, and the guy behind swung a knife.
I kicked the knife away with a mid-air kick.
A low kick to the thigh of the guy clutching his wrist.
My trained shin is no less than a baseball bat.
Thwack!
"Ugh!"
The guy hit in the thigh collapsed forward like a scarecrow.
Now the sashimi knife guy charged.
I grabbed his wrist and threw him backward.
Leaving him tangled with the guy getting up, I kicked the face of the guy who had fallen while clutching his thigh, then turned around.
I saw one of the tangled guys getting up.
I rushed in, tackled him to the ground, and pounded his face.
Thwack. Thwack.
One hit and he passed out. I finished off the rest.
The remaining guy grabbed the baseball bat rolling on the floor and stood up.
As I approached, he swung the bat with all his strength.
I timed it and threw a high kick.
The high kick collided with the bat.
Whack!
Let me correct myself. My trained shin is not equal to a baseball bat.
The bat broke in two and rolled away.
My trained shin is no match for a baseball bat.
The guy, who had let go of the handle from the shock of the bat breaking, looked at me with trembling palms and surprised eyes.
I smashed the jaw of the guy who couldn't move with my fist.
Thwack!
Room 706.
The room located at the innermost part of the 7th floor.
It was isolated, spacious, and even had a double door installed, so sounds from outside were hard to hear.
The leader of the gang, Hobin, was completely naked, grinding his hips while pinning a woman to the bed.
His body was covered in tattoos from his upper body down to his thighs.
"Sniff. Sniff. Hah. Hah."
He thrust his dick repeatedly into the woman's crotch, pressing his hips down against her on the bed.
Every time the man moved, the old bed made a creaking spring sound.
Creak creak creak creak.
When his hips lifted, the dark, thick dick shaft would, as he pushed his hips, stab straight into the hole between her legs.
"Hah. Ugh. Ugh. Fuck. You. You think. I don't know. When you're glancing away? Huh?"
One of the man's hands grabbed and pressed down the woman's wrist, while his other hand kneaded her breast.
The woman pinned underneath avoided his eyes and turned her head.
"I-I really. I'm not. Ah. Sniff. Ah heung. Ah. I said no."
The man grabbed the chin of the woman turning her head and forced it toward him.
He stared into her eyes and said.
"Before I shove my cock in. Fuck. Talk while you can. This fucking. Ugh. Uh."
As he spoke, he kept pounding his hips.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Uh! You wanna die? You fucking bitch. Ugh. Uh. Uh. Like this. Like this, you fucking bitch."
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The man kept bouncing his hips.
His dick stabbed into the hole.
The flesh of the woman's waist under him bounced slightly.
One of the man's hands grabbed and twisted her nipple.
"Ahhhng. It hurts. Oppa, it hurts!"
"Say it. Fuck. Did you give him the eye or not? Huh!"
This time, he grabbed her breast like squeezing a water balloon.
The woman kept pleading she was in pain.
"Ahhhng. Oppa, stop. Really. I didn't. Aack. It hurts! Aack."
Tears welled up in her eyes.
She tried to peel off the man's hand squeezing her breast with her slender fingers, but it didn't work well.
Whether he got more aroused by that sight, he grabbed the woman's thighs and lifted them.
He pressed her lower body into an M-shape, then sat up.
In a kneeling position, he stabbed his dick in deep, deep, deep.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Creak creak creak creak.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the old spring sound made a symphony, with the man's heavy breathing added.
"Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah."
In time, the woman also let out a nasal sound.
She knew well that this was what this bastard liked.
If she didn't properly placate him, he'd get irritable again.
"Uhh heung. Heung. Uuuueung. Ah uueung."
Just as he was about to climax, a knocking sound came from the door.
Bang bang bang bang.
The man tried to ignore it.
"Those fucking bastards. I'm busy. Hah. Hah. Ugh. Ugh. Uh heuk."
Bang bang bang bang.
The knocking grew more intense.
The man shouted.
"You fucking bastard! Get lost!"
Bang bang bang bang.
Ignoring the curses, the sound continued, and the man's anger exploded.
"Son of a bitch!"
In a hurry, the man thrust his ass frantically.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Hah. Hah. Hah. Ugh. Ugh. Uh heuk."
Kung kung kung kung.
But the knocking kept distracting him.
In the end, his anger exploded.
The man pulled out his dick, which was about to ejaculate.
Then he grabbed the baseball bat that was leaning against one side and walked to the double door.
"Bastard! Have you lost your mind today?!"
The man roughly opened the room door.
"You fucking bastard! I'll kill—"
As the man opened the door, the view of the hallway came into view, and he couldn't finish his sentence.
In front of him stood a guy wearing a black hood.
Behind him, he could see guys lying around here and there in the hallway.
They were his minions.
They were collapsed, bleeding, as if dead.
The black hood looked the completely naked man up and down and frowned.
"Ah, you filthy bastard. Cover your dick at least."
"What. Who the hell are you!"
The man raised the bat.
But the hood's front kick was fast.
After kicking the man in the abdomen and sending him flying backward, the hood slowly entered the room.
And the door closed.
Kwang!