A Supernatural Phenomenon
"You filthy bastard."
Shluk! Shaking off Jang Yi-soo's grip, I pulled a dagger from inside my jacket and slashed it across his neck like a bolt of lightning.
It was a deliberately shallow strike, made so that no single blow would grant him the rest of death. I had no intention whatsoever of letting him off easy.
"...Huh?"
Jang Yi-soo clapped a hand over the wound torn into his neck, then stared blankly at the red blood smeared across his palm.
"...Ugh... huh? It hurts."
Wary of a counterattack, I leveled my blade at him once more. "I'll kill you as painfully as I possibly can."
But something about his state seemed... off, somehow.
Tk. Tk. Tk. He kept clicking his jaw, spitting out sounds nobody could make sense of, like a patient who'd lost his mind.
"Uuugh. Uh. Uh."
Then he stretched both arms out, planted his palms on the floor, and began crawling toward me in a slow, lumbering bear-crawl.
What the hell is this?
Shluk! Shluk! On guard, I hacked Jang Yi-soo's body to ribbons.
This time, too, I deliberately steered my blade away from anything vital. He wouldn't take a fatal wound, but the pain from the cuts alone should have been considerable—yet Jang Yi-soo showed hardly any interest in defending himself.
"Nnghk!"
Moaning all the while, he stubbornly crawled right up to my feet.
Slurp. Slurp. With eyes soaked in rapture, Jang Yi-soo began licking my toes like they were a delicacy.
"Hooongh! It's... delicious."
His whole body shuddered with pleasure.
"What in the hell is...!"
I was thrown off balance. I'd come here to punish a traitor with my blade, and I'd even prepared a few choice lines to deliver while doing it.
"Jang Yi-soo... do you have any idea who I am?"
But before I could deliver my grand speech of vengeance, this bastard's mind had already gone to pieces.
"...You son of a bitch, Jang Yi-soo!"
Enraged, I rained down a flurry of frost-sharp slashes on him. Even as his body was carved apart, Jang Yi-soo, swallowed whole by euphoria, did nothing but keep licking my toes. By then, he didn't seem to feel pain at all anymore.
Slam. With the tendons in his wrists severed, he lay face-down on the floor, barely able to move anything but his head.
"..."
Jang Yi-soo's tongue slid past my toes and began its slow advance north. Now it was lapping softly around my ankle, teasing the bone as if to tickle it.
His eyes, unfocused like a senile old man's, had left reality behind and sunk deep into a world of bliss. His flesh was suffering agony crueler than the tortures of hell, but his mind alone seemed to dwell in heaven.
Every one of Jang Yi-soo's limbs had been cut through and dangled loose. But his flicking tongue and his absurdly enormous cock were overflowing with more vigor than they'd ever had.
I couldn't stand it any longer.
Shluk! My dagger drew a red line across Jang Yi-soo's throat.
His head rolled away across the floor. On his headless torso, only his cock—swollen even fatter by now—kept spinning like a propeller. It was a sight that made my skin crawl.
"Tch. What a disgustingly slimy feeling."
I'd always assumed that finishing my revenge would feel exhilarating, but instead a gritty unpleasantness clung to me, like I'd chewed through a mouthful of sand.
I looked out the window where light was beginning to leak through. Dawn was breaking.
What a long day this has been. From the battle with the orc, to the fight against dozens of black-ways, to cutting off Jang Yi-soo's head—I'd been through so much in a single day.
Still, the first act of revenge was a success.
The moment I thought my revenge was complete, exhaustion crashed over me all at once. I realized just how worn down I was, both mentally and physically.
"...I'm beat."
My gaze drifted to the large full-length mirror in the room. A bizarre man stared back at me, dressed in women's clothes and wearing makeup. Blood splashed red across him made the strangeness all the more striking.
Pfft. I looked like a clown, and a wry laugh slipped out of me.
"First things first—I need to head back and let Hae-na know that Jang Yi-soo is dead."
Whoosh! I opened the window and slipped out, scaling the wall toward the mansion's roof. Tap. Tap. Just before Jang Yi-soo's men came storming into the room, I was already clear of the mansion.
BANG! The black-ways of Yisu Gang kicked the door in and flooded the room like a tidal wave. Unable to wait for the master key to arrive, they'd simply smashed it down.
"Boss! What the hell happened?!"
A shape about the size of a small flowerpot stood just inside the doorway. One of the black-ways, sprinting in headlong, nearly kicked it flying across the room.
"No...! What kind of mongrel bastard could've done this!"
The shape was Jang Yi-soo's severed head. His final expression was dyed in something beyond description—it looked as if he'd died in terror, and yet, from another angle, as if he'd been drenched in ecstasy.
Grrk.
"Whoever did this, I swear we'll avenge the boss." Kim Bu-yong, the second-in-command of Yisu Gang, ground his teeth.
But his vow would never come to pass.
Eight prostitutes lay sprawled across the bed of an enormous suite—one woman with her eyes rolled back in pleasure, one trembling all over, one lying as good as dead, pinned between thick thighs, and more.
"Jang Yi-soo is dead?"
At her subordinate's report, the colossal woman rippled her bronze muscles and asked again.
"Yes, ma'am. They found his body last night with the head cut clean off. Now the Yisu Gang bastards are running wild, hunting for the killer to take their revenge."
Heo Seong-hee fell deep in thought. That prostitute... I knew there was something off about her.
Last night, Heo Seong-hee had noticed that someone suspicious was disguised as a prostitute—and had deliberately looked the other way. Anything bad happening to Jang Yi-soo meant something good happening to her.
From the moment she'd picked up on that suspicious vibe, she'd had a gut feeling that Jang Yi-soo might end up exactly like this.
A cold sneer settled on her lips. "Strutting around like a bare-assed thunderbolt when all he had to his name was that stale old Siren badge—and now look how nicely he's croaked."
But Heo Seong-hee soon cut her satisfied laugh short. Composing her expression, she climbed down from the bed. Jang Yi-soo's death pleased her personally, but it was also an event that could bring real gains for the Seonghui Gang.
Naked as the day she was born, she pulled out a thin hunter's suit and put it on. The suit clung so tight to her muscles it looked ready to burst at the seams. Her shoulder muscles bunched and rippled as she hefted her greatsword, well over 100 geun in weight.
"Time to feed my darling blade the blood of the Yisu Gang bastards."
Having knocked out all eight women and stuffed her sexual appetite to bursting, Heo Seong-hee left the bedroom to satisfy a different kind of hunger.
Yisu Gang was wiped out to the last man. The black-ways of Yisu Gang were no match for the assault led by Heo Seong-hee. Those who resisted to the very end now lay cold and stiff all over the mansion.
Yisu Gang, one of the pillars of the Gangnam Black-Way Alliance—Gangheukryeon for short—had collapsed overnight.
"Ugh, goddamn it. There's a fuckton of bodies. When the hell are we supposed to clear all this?"
In the wake of the large-scale massacre at the mansion, a corpse disposal crew twice the usual size was at work scrubbing the place clean.
"Tell me about it. We clear them and clear them, and there's no end in sight." One of the crew wiped the sweat from his brow with a rubber-gloved hand.
"Only saving grace is the cool weather. Give it a few months and the maggots'll be all over them in no time." They chatted in the same mundane tone as any other service workers on the clock.
"Hey, look at this." A disposal worker pointed at Jang Yi-soo's corpse.
The body of Jang Yi-soo, once the boss of an entire gang, had been left abandoned like any low-level thug's.
"Holy shit, is that even a human dick?" Jang Yi-soo's headless corpse lay there with nothing but its monstrous cock standing stiff at attention.
"I don't think even Rasputin was packing anything this big."
"Heh. The prostitutes who had to take this guy must've been dying all this while."
Even the other disposal workers nearby drifted over in twos and threes, each tossing in a comment as they gawked at Jang Yi-soo's colossal cock jutting stiffly toward the sky.
Jang Yi-soo's corpse was, quite literally, grotesquerie itself. Overnight his cock had grown even larger, while the rest of his body had withered to skin and bone like a mummy. The cock still seemed to carry a pulse, its plump, thick veins writhing as they pumped out raw vitality.
"What the hell are you lot doing? Even hustling won't be enough to finish this by tonight." The crew chief scolded the workers goofing off.
"Yessir. Let's get to it."
Just as the disposal crew's fascination with Jang Yi-soo's monster cock finally died down, a strange phenomenon occurred.
Squirm. Had anyone been watching, they would have doubted their own eyes. Dead Jang Yi-soo's cock began rocking his whole body as if it had a will of its own.
Whish. Whish. Whup. Whup. What had begun as a small convulsive jerk kept growing until the cock was swinging in wide arcs like a windmill.
THUD! The enormous glans flopped down into the spot where Jang Yi-soo's head used to be.
Squirm. The glans wriggled about, then little by little began creeping from the groin—where its body had always lived—up toward the severed neck.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Jang Yi-soo's stopped heart began to beat again.
How much time had passed? Jang Yi-soo's corpse sprang up from where it lay. A supernatural phenomenon that defied all common sense! Where a human head should have been, an enormous glans had settled in its place.
Wobble, wobble. His withered, stick-thin legs began planting themselves on the floor in an awkward gait. He swayed like someone taking their very first steps.
Slap-slap! Slap-slap! The revived corpse flailed like a tap dancer trying to find its balance.
THUNK! The eyeless corpse walked straight into a wall. CRASH! Its foot caught on scattered debris and it went down. It got back up and took another step. Then another.
The disposal workers, absorbed in their bleaching, never witnessed Jang Yi-soo's impossible resurrection show.
