Still, I Am Innocent (3)
I impassively examined the faces of the girls standing before me, one by one.
I started with Yujin. Platinum blonde hair, massive tits, and hips. Her impression was as flashy and prideful as the overflowing swell of her own breasts.
"Ugh—gross. What the hell are you staring at?"
Yujin spat her disgust at me for that look in my eyes.
I ignored her and turned to Minhui. Long black hair tied up tight in a ponytail. Limbs longer than a supermodel's. Not an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Rock-hard abs from solid muscle. She had a slender build overall, but her thighs and ass were so developed they looked ready to burst her pants at the seams—pure sensuality.
"You know that's visual rape, right? Visual rape, you disgusting fuck."
I ignored Minhui's threats as she lunged toward me and shifted my gaze to Jiyeong this time.
A practical bob haircut, cut just right—not too short. If anything, the shorter hair highlighted her intellectual yet feminine features even more. But it wasn't purely feminine. It was androgynous, the kind that might appeal more to women than men. Wasn't that what they called "handsome beauty"?
Slender like Minhui, but without the muscle or thighs threatening to explode. The perfect build for a women's business suit.
"Yeah, stare all you want. Go ahead. What else can you even do to us besides look?"
I ignored Jiyeong's mockery too. No matter how they taunted and insulted me in turn, I showed no reaction whatsoever.
That must've made me seem like easy prey—their jeers from Yujin, Minhui, and Jiyeong kept coming endlessly.
As their curses escalated in vulgarity and volume, Sua stepped in to calm them.
"Now, now, everyone. Ease up. He was just looking—why make such a fuss? You okay? Your face looks totally stiff... You seem exhausted. Want to rest in our clubroom?"
Sua pretended to care with her kind offer, but of course, I wasn't fooled.
I turned without a word and walked steadily toward the door.
"Fucking retard. You just take the abuse and run?"
Minhui spat her crude insult. But I didn't flinch. I wasn't angry at her words. Right now, I wasn't running or retreating.
I could kill those bitches right then and there with my bare hands—and even if it meant prison and execution, I wouldn't have cared one bit.
Yet instead of taking that easy path, the reason I headed for the door was—paradoxically—not for my sake, but theirs.
Getting beaten to death by my fists would be too quick and painless for them. No, they needed to suffer until their guts burst open, right up to their dying breath.
Just a fraction of the humiliation! The pain! I'd endured.
Soon enough, they'd be the ones begging me to kill them and forgive them. With that thought, I reined in my rage, opened the door, and stepped out.
I didn't fling it open hard. I opened it smoothly, like any normal door, and closed it just as gently. Ignoring their stunned freeze at my sudden composure, I kept walking down the hallway.
Even I was surprised at how cold I could be. After all, hadn't I just been killed like a bug by those bitches moments ago?
But it wasn't that my anger had faded. Quite the opposite. My rage had peaked so intensely that it tipped past the threshold into icy calm.
They finally snapped out of their confusion and hurled curses at my back. But I kept walking without a reaction.
It was dismissal time anyway, and I had my bag, so there was no reason to linger. I headed straight down the stairs.
I'd regressed, but to the point after the accusation, so there was no time to slowly observe and plan revenge.
This school and city were on their side, never mine. My only chance was tonight, while they were off guard.
With that in mind, I quickened my pace—when urgent footsteps echoed from behind.
Framing innocent guys as rapists, forcing apologies, then claiming guilt to extort money or enslave them—it was routine for those bitches.
I hadn't expected anyone to chase me so obsessively. Maybe prideful Yujin? Dumb brute Minhui? Or persistent, cruel Jiyeong?
Didn't matter. Chase me or not.
But as I steadfastly ignored them and kept walking, the pursuer overtook me and blocked my path. I had no choice but to stop.
Once I halted, she climbed back up the stairs to claim the high ground, then stopped.
What the hell was this? I looked up.
It was Sua.
I stood there, silently daring her to say whatever she had to say. But instead of speaking, she hesitated, staring at me with a strange look.
A lonely smile bloomed on Sua's refined beauty, like ink flowers on her face—the kind that would suit a young Confucian matriarch in a drama, earning rave reviews.
But I could see it. The worms lurking in that serene ink painting.
Her wistful expression made my stomach churn, but now was the time to hide my feelings.
I did my best to wipe the disgust from my face. Even so, I could feel how rigidly set it was. But blank was the best I could manage now.
"What if you just leave like that?"
Sua asked.
"……."
Pretending not to notice my frozen face—it was infuriating. But if I hadn't known her true nature, even I might've fallen for that face like everyone else. Sua was peerlessly beautiful.
"Apologize. Then things won't blow up too bad, and it'll end here. You don't want to go to prison, right? Didn't you say you want to be a teacher?"
I'd never told this-era Sua about my dreams. She'd investigated me.
How much more did she know? Didn't matter. She could never know as much about me as I did about her.
"……."
"Say something. Why just stare?"
She shook her head, as if frustrated that I stayed silent despite her efforts on my behalf. That pitiful face would melt most men.
But when I still didn't react, Sua got a bit annoyed and sat on a chair by the stair railing, crossing her legs. She shot me a sticky gaze, as if inviting me to sit beside her. But if I did, she'd deny it all and slander me in an instant. Among them, Sua wore the longest skirt, but still shorter than regulations—like the rest. Crossing her legs exposed her slim ankles and unexpectedly pale thighs blatantly.
"Huh? Not even gonna apologize? Just gonna go?"
Pale skin. Massive thighs you could call violent in their heft. No real muscle, but the taut elasticity made them feel firm, not saggy.
But to me, they were uglier than an old whore's wrinkled folds.
"Apologize for what?"
I'd been silent the whole time, but suddenly spoke up to Sua.
"For what...? ……."
She trailed off, realizing even she couldn't pinpoint anything worth apologizing for.
That was the truth. Throughout the decade-long trials, Sua had relentlessly claimed her "shame" to brand me a molester—but the whole thing had never happened.
I clenched my teeth. Fisted my hands. And imagined myself not human, but a tree rooted to the ground.
Otherwise, I'd have charged up the stairs, kicked that cheap seductress Sua in the gut, sent her tumbling down, mounted her, and pounded her refined features into a bloody mess until they split apart.
"I'm innocent. I never touched anyone. You know the truth too."
"……."
This time, Sua went silent. Meanwhile, the other three joined her on the stairs above.
Sua faltered briefly at my brazen attitude, but with her crew there, she dropped the act as if suddenly "remembering" nonexistent certainty and revealed her true colors.
Her refined face twisted. Just the expression changed, but she looked like a different person—inhuman even.
Her subtle smile had harmonized her features like a Swiss luxury watch. So the shift was dramatic compared to an already ugly face. As her faint smile turned to a sneer at me, the chaste Joseon beauty vanished, replaced by a venomous demoness.
Now four pairs of hate-filled eyes bored into me. But thanks to Sua's shift, I relaxed my stiff face and even managed a slight smile. Seeing her drop the high-and-mighty facade the moment her cheap seduction failed revealed how utterly fragile she really was.
"Hannam."
"Loser."
"Incel."
The three hurled their slurs in turn, and Sua finished it off.
"You think you'll get away with this? Don't get cocky."
Her voice dripped with arrogance, as if she were the pinnacle, the protagonist of this world.
"Cocky," I muttered. Not responding to her, just voicing my thoughts aloud. I looked up at Sua again. Her arms crossed, pushing up her perky tits. If we're talking cocky, those tits with their overbearing presence seemed far cockier.
"Was that the real reason you sued me?" I asked Sua.
I'd hit the mark—she clicked her tongue in annoyance, still arms crossed, and turned her head away.
A mystery I'd pondered for years unraveled in an instant, but instead of relief, I felt only emptiness. The reason she'd ruined a man's life? Just that I was "cocky"—a petty, personal grudge.
Suddenly transferring in, ignoring their entrenched caste system in their kingdom (the school). The rulers weren't the principal or chairwoman—it was them. And this one hannam bastard wasn't bowing to the four of them? Cocky.
Cocky. That was it.
Cocky. So crawl over and kneel.
Cocky. We're royalty, you're a peasant. Cocky. We have popularity, strength, money, power—but you're just a hannam.
But I was never cocky in the past. I just wasn't groveling, kissing their toes like the others.
That wasn't cockiness.
Yes. In the past, I'd simply guarded my dignity. I hadn't realized the cost would be losing everything to them.
But now, regressed with a fresh shot at revenge—what did it matter what they'd taken? I'd savor it. Smash them to pieces.
But...
The smile faded from my lips. Deep in thought.
I still wasn't fully convinced I'd truly returned to the past. Maybe this was a deathbed hallucination as bullets riddled me.
But let's assume it was real.
Then I couldn't punish them for crimes they hadn't committed yet.
Not because I lacked the guts to see revenge through, or some half-assed pity, or cowardly craving for peace.
I still believed in justice and truth.
If I punished them for uncommitted sins like they had me, what separated us?
Why had I dragged out that hopeless trial endlessly? Why protest alone amid the mockery?
For justice and truth. Unlike them. And that wasn't youthful naivety ignorant of the world.
That folly, that idealism, had been shattered after a decade-plus of futile courtroom battles.
I'd learned viscerally: no justice or truth here, just the law of the jungle.
Yet I hadn't quit.
Justice and truth.
Or... was that really their name?
In a brutal survival scrum where filthy, ugly, vicious urges devoured each other until they all died, rotting—something still cohering amid the bubbling malice from the corpse? Justice and truth?
Madness fit better.
Yes. My justice and truth had lost purity long ago. It persisted only through obsession to prove my dignity to myself.
Better a guilty murderer executed than an innocent rapist fined.
I'd accept any guilty verdict, bitter or sweet. But innocent guilt? Never, not even the smallest.
That twisted resolve was my justice, the essence of my truth.
And because it was so warped, I could even set aside my vengeance against them.
"Drop the charges. Then I'll forgive you."
"……."
Sua's face filled with bewilderment and absurdity. The three behind her exchanged confused glances. Silence stretched.
But it didn't last. Laughter erupted.
"What? Forgive who?"
"Hahaha!"
"Try saying that in prison too. 'I'll forgive you.'"
Her friends mocked me mercilessly, but Sua stayed silent. So I eyed her, considering a one-in-a-million chance. No real hope, of course. Revenge was what I craved most.
But my revenge had to be just. I was nothing like them.
A faint smile returned to Sua's face. The demoness vanished; the refined beauty reemerged.
I was certain. No intent to drop the charges. That smile meant battle stations.
"Done talking?" I asked them.
Sua's lips twitched. Words piled up, too many to start with.
No reason to hear them. I walked past toward the school gate without waiting.
Evening sunset warmed my cheeks. The stinging sun confirmed I wasn't dreaming—this was real regression.
"Where you going! Come back! Apologize! Beg my forgiveness!"
Sua's venomous shout replaced the dismissal bell.
I walked slowly, their curses at my back like sweet melody.
Those screams were already dirges in my ears. It wouldn't take long for them to become real.
One of those bitches would turn into one tonight.
I stopped, turned, and looked at Yujin. Not her face—below it.
Ten years back, her face was that much younger, but those tits were still massive, past or present.
My fingers itched at the thought of ripping them until she screamed.