Hunting time. 3
Hunting time. 3
"Long time no see. White Pig. No, I can't call you a pig anymore. Did you work out a bit during that time?"
I answered briefly to Lee Seong-min's sarcastic tone.
"Yeah."
The corners of the guy's eyes went up.
"Huh? Huh, f*ck. Did this bastard go crazy after taking a few days off? Why? Planning to get beaten up and run away again this time?"
Annoying. He's not even a wolf, or a fox.
This guy is just a rat. One that gnaws on the leftovers of a predator.
"What do you want?"
The guy's expression turned cold.
It was clear he was flustered by the situation not going as expected.
F*ck. What a loser. And he calls himself a school bully.
"You fcking bastard. You got some nerve now that Dongsu isn't here, huh? You cripple who came back right after Dongsu transferred. Did you think you could live comfortably just because Dongsu isn't here? Huh! You fcking dog, you want to die?"
This guy is too loud.
Ah! He touched me just now, right? Then that makes it number 3.
My palm grabbed the nape of the neck of the guy who was blabbering. And
Kung!
I slammed him straight into the desk.
As I looked at the back of the head of the guy whose face was buried in the desk.
For a moment. Ah! I shouldn't break his teeth. Those are expensive.
Since I slammed him down so hard that his nose and philtrum became one lump.
I realized my mistake and grabbed the back of his head to lift him up.
I could see the face of the guy whose hair I was holding. His eyes were unfocused from the shock.
Blood was flowing from his nose, and his lips were all busted and bleeding.
I reached out a finger and poked around his lips. His front teeth.
Ah, thank goodness. His front teeth are fine.
As if his senses had returned, the guy's lips opened again.
"Si. Sipal. You f*cking dog. You."
I grabbed the guy's head, carefully angled it, and aimed his forehead downward.
Kwang.
The guy, having slammed his forehead into the desk, grabbed his head and collapsed backward.
Perhaps the shock was great, as he curled up and groaned in pain.
Lee Seong-min was rolling on the floor.
My gaze turned to the surroundings. It was as if time had stopped in the classroom.
Everyone was looking at me.
Surprise was etched in their eyes.
And the guys who made eye contact with me turned their heads as if it were nothing.
Fear was present in their averted gazes.
I felt embarrassed for no reason.
I buried my head and pretended to sleep on the desk.
But the corners of my mouth, buried on the desk, were gently rising.
The shuttle from Class 3 who ran away smashed a school bully as soon as he returned.
The rumor spread quickly.
A dark place behind the school gym, hidden by broken landscaping trees and waste materials.
That place, where cigarette smoke curled up, was one of the bases for Banya, the school's delinquent circle.
Five or six male and female students were smoking cigarettes one after another.
Huu.
A guy with a fairly large build asked abruptly.
"Did you hear that?"
"What? Class 3? That Lee Seong-min got smashed and went to the infirmary."
"Ah. That."
"When are you going to clean it up? We can't just leave it. He touched us."
"Us? Hey, fck. Ma Dong-su was low-tier enough to be embarrassing, was Lee Seong-min also part of Banya? That's fcked up. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry."
"What's the point of arguing about that now. Anyway, since Dongsu disappeared, collecting money from Class 3 was Lee Seong-min's job. If you don't like it, you go collect from Class 3."
"F*ck off. Do I look like a loser? To go around collecting money."
"Then what do you want to do."
"Let's just see. The bastard who smashed Lee Seong-min. I'm curious what kind of bastard he is."
Lunchtime after the last period of the morning.
But the classroom atmosphere is chilly.
I, who had been reading the room, closed my book and stood up.
I could feel the gazes of the kids in the class turning toward me.
I walked slowly toward the back door.
And just as I was about to open the back door and leave, the door opened first.
Three people entered the classroom.
All tall. Big builds, too.
Superior physique compared to their peers.
The guy in the lead saw me and approached with a smile.
"Are you the one? The bastard who ran away and came back?"
"Do you have business with me?"
The guy let out a scoff.
"Huh. F*ck. He's a total psycho. This guy."
The guys behind him also had expressions of disbelief.
At this point, we should just mass-produce millstones and sell them.
Why are there so many unbelievable things happening?
Anyway, those three guys. I remember them all.
They were the gang that Ma Dong-su brought around last year.
The bastards who held my arms and ankles so Ma Dong-su could take pictures.
I said in a dry voice.
"Nice to meet you."
"What?"
"Nice to meet you?"
"You crazy bastard? Come behind the gym after school. If you run, you're dead. We'll find your house and burn it down."
With those words, the guys turned to leave.
Later? They're naive guys.
You shouldn't show your back like that in front of an opponent.
If you show it so defenselessly.
It's too appetizing.
My pupils moved in all directions.
On top of the locker.
The chair on the left, the desk. And even the broom standing next to the back door.
I quickly reached out my right hand.
I grabbed the steel palette that had been placed on top of the locker. It must have been left there by the art major kid.
The heavy palette felt sturdy.
Not that it matters.
I gripped the palette and smashed the back of the head of the closest guy.
Puck!
I grabbed the back of the guy's head as he fell forward, and I jumped to the left.
Ignoring the guys who turned around in surprise, I stepped on the chair and desk in succession, jumped up, and while suspended in mid-air, delivered a front kick toward the next guy. The guy who got hit in the face fell backward.
The guy behind him collided with the falling guy and they rolled together.
After landing on the floor, I picked up the broom that was standing against the wall. I stepped on it to pull out the wooden handle, and holding the handle, I approached the guys who had fallen to the floor.
They still hadn't come to their senses.
Lack of resolve.
Resolve.
I said, lifting the handle.
"Don't pick a fight unless you really intend to kill me from now on. Otherwise, you might really die."
Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck.
How much did I beat them? I beat them for a long time, and then beat them some more.
Even though my Stamina stat went up to 10, beating up three sturdy high school students is no small labor.
After beating them until their limbs were mush, not even a groan came out.
Still, maybe because I beat several people at once, the atmosphere was set well.
Ting-ting.
[Achievement Unlocked: Complete Submission (7/5)]
You have completely subdued the opponents (2 people).
1 point is generated per person subdued.
Huh. 2 people?
What is this, I beat three of them but only two submitted?
Who is the remaining one?
"Which one is it?"
Hearing my words, the guys looked up at me.
I made eye contact with two of the three.
Seeing them react immediately to my words, it's clear they are afraid. The look in their eyes, like dogs with their tails tucked, confirms it.
On the other hand, one guy was panting with his head down.
'Fcking bastard. I'll definitely kill you later, fck.'
The guy was only swallowing it inside, but he picked the wrong opponent.
"It's you, right?"
At my words, the guy's head went up involuntarily.
"You. You're thinking of getting revenge on me later, right?"
He was startled. How did that bastard know?
He should say something, but he's just stuttering because his inner thoughts were exposed.
Bingo.
I picked up the club again.
"Originally, dried pollack and school bullies get softer the more you beat them."
The remaining two guys were about to let out a sigh of relief, but that won't do.
"You guys are one body and one mind, so. Come on, you all have to get hit together."
The motel room, covered by thick curtains, was filled with reddish light even in broad daylight.
The white, fair skin drenched in sweat glistened under that light, and
every time the slim waist moved back and forth, the perky breasts swayed up and down.
Han Ye-seul, who was on top of the man lying on the bed, pressed down on the man's stomach with both hands and rode him skillfully.
The wet sound of sweat-drenched bodies colliding and the moans coming from the mouths of the two men and women echoed in the room.
"Haaang. Aang. Ah. Oppa-eung. Aaaang. Feels good. Ah. Oppa, it feels so good."
Exciting an old, middle-aged man like that was a piece of cake for Han Ye-seul.
"Ugh. Ugh. Ye-seul. Good? Really good? Ugh. Heuk. Heok. Heok."
"Aaaaang. Good. Oppa's is delicious. So delicious. Hahahaaang."
The man, gaining strength from Ye-seul's moans, squeezed out his remaining strength and thrust his waist up.
Sweat-drenched flesh collided, making a sound like pounding rice cakes.
Cheoltteok. Cheoltteok. Cheoltteok. Cheoltteok.
In time with the waist movements thrusting upward, Han Ye-seul's waist arched like a bow.
Both hands, thrown back, gripped the man's knees.
As Ye-seul's body, riding on the man's waist, leaned backward, her sex and his sex rubbed tightly together.
A position where the penis inside the pussy rubs more tightly and increases stimulation with every movement.
In the changed position, skilled Ye-seul's pussy sucked upward as if licking the top of the glans where the erogenous zones are concentrated.
The middle-aged man's pleasure soared to the extreme. Rough breaths were exhaled from the man's mouth repeatedly.
"Heueok. Heueok. Heueok. Heueok."
"Oppa. Ah. Oppa. Haa. Haaang. Ang. Ah. More. Hit me harder. Hit me deeper. Ah. Ah. Haaang."
The man's waist movements quickly rushed to the climax.
Cheoltteok. Cheoltteok. Cheoltteok. Cheoltteok.
"Haaang. Oppa. Pull out. You can't cum inside. Oppa. Ang. Ang. Haaang. Aang. Aang. Aaaang. No."
The man, whose whole body was flushed red from Ye-seul's technique and moans, thrust his waist with all his last strength.
The penis, facing its final moment, swelled up as if in a frenzy.
Catching this, Ye-seul quickly pulled her waist back.
The penis, having lost its place, swayed upward and sprayed the semen that had been full into the air.
"Ugh. Ueueok. Heueoeok."
Kkul-leok. Kkul-leok. Kkul-leok.
The semen poured onto the man's stomach.
The middle-aged man, who had intended to have a refreshing ejaculation into the womb, felt deflated.
Ye-seul, who had already sensed this, brought her face to the limp, wet penis.
Ye-seul touched the man's penis preciously.
And as if to comfort him, she wiped around the glans with her tongue and sucked on it.
Jjeup-jjeup. Jjjeueueup. Jjeup-jjeup.
Seeing Ye-seul's tongue wiping and eating the semen, the man was engulfed in mental pleasure.
It was the pleasure of conquest, of a ruler.
Ye-seul asked. With semen smeared on her lips.
"Jagi. Was it good?"
The man's face, which had been hardening, relaxed immediately.
"It's always good with Ye-seul."
Han Ye-seul's eyes curved like crescent moons. It was a charming eye-smile.