Demanding the 20 Million Refund
That breaking-up couple over there—Go Jin-hyuk. He didn't recognize me, but I remembered him clear as day. Ahn Hye-yeon's boyfriend used to be Go Jin-hyuk, but looks like she'd switched it up since then. Probably dumped her ex for this pretty boy. Before he started dating Ahn Hye-yeon, Go Jin-hyuk had definitely been messing around with some other chick who hung out with Ye-jin. For reference, Ye-jin was the girl who'd almost taken my virginity. She'd offered to pop my cherry out of pity, no feelings involved, and I'd turned her down. Now she was dead from an accident.
"Hey! I only fucked your girlfriend four times today! We've already done it dozens of times! Why'd you lie? This is a return because you bullshitted me, so cough up the 20 million won!"
"Wh-why the fuck should I?!"
The guy with the torn cheek was bleeding out but still protesting like a wild animal. I was dumbfounded, so I poked at his ripped cheek with my finger and explained step by step.
"I saw your used-girlfriend post and bought her right away, right?"
"Y-yeah?"
"But you lied, so I returned her. That means you owe me the girlfriend price—20 million won!"
"Huh...? No, I didn't even get the money...."
"I bought her! Did I buy her or not?!"
"Y-you did...."
"And now I'm returning her. So do you owe me 20 million, or not?"
"You do... Huh? Aaaargh!"
He tilted his head like he was confused, so I grabbed his torn lip and cheek and squeezed. Blood poured out as Jin-hyuk screamed.
"You gonna pay up or not?!"
"I want to, but I got no money! None at all!"
"Why not? You borrowed to party here, didn't you? Wait, is this your place? Sorry then. If it's your house, sell it first and give me whatever's left."
"No, it's... drugs! Drugs! I spent all the business capital on 'em—I'm broke!"
"What? Drugs?"
I hate drugs. Dad said anything short of the muscles and skills you build through hard work just wrecks your body and keeps you from training forever. I'm someone who's put in the work, so I hate that shit. Not knowing any of that, Go Jin-hyuk reached into his backpack and pulled out a bag of white powder to show me.
"This! Sell this, and you're looking at least 100 million!"
"That's drugs."
"Yeah? It is."
"Don't rely on that crap!"
I kicked the drug bag out of his hand. It flew up, hit the ceiling, burst open in stages, and rained down amid the fucking couples.
"Drugs!"
"New sample? Gimme some!"
It was weird seeing these scrawny weaklings with zero muscle charging for it. Not just steroids, apparently. Modern drugs were so good these days, they could turn skeleton anchovies into roided-out muscleheads with one shot. The stuff looked just like the coke from noir flicks or cop shows, but no way was that easy to come by in real life.
"You fucking assholes! That's mine—don't touch it!"
Go Jin-hyuk bellowed at the crowd lunging for his drugs too.
Fuck, if you wanna build muscle, hit the gym instead of drugs—that's the best kind. These idiots. Muscles from drugs couldn't even tear that rider guy's helmet.
This wouldn't do. I couldn't just watch the beautiful world of muscles get tainted by drugs.
"Rider bro, snag all that. Drugs are pure evil."
"I agree, but if we take it, their eyes'll roll back?"
"Snag it before my eyes roll back."
"You got a way with words."
Griping but skilled, Rider bro slipped into the crowd and swiped the bags.
"Whoa, this is top quality. Not for street trash like him...."
"You bitch, hand over the drugs!!"
"Gah?!"
But then the crazed fiends swarmed Rider bro en masse, and shit hit the fan. Some were even waving bloodstained syringes. I got pissed—these fuckers didn't deserve pretty muscles or bodies—so I hammered one punch each to their heads, chests, and guts.
"Kiek!"
"Gulk!"
"Ugh...!"
Clean hits all around; they dropped dead from shock. Weaker than Dad. At least Dad had trained, so hitting him felt good. His resistance was half-assed, but still, Dad was Dad.
"Urk... ugh...."
One guy turned earth-colored as he died and flopped, smacking Ahn Hye-yeon's ass. That jolted her awake from her blackout with a groan.
"What the... ? Why's everyone dead?"
Ahn Hye-yeon peeled her face off the floor, looked around, then spotted Jin-hyuk covered in blood and lost her shit.
"You retarded fuck! Did you kill more people?! What's with the syringes? You doing drugs too? You crazy bastard—we promised never to touch that shit!"
"Shut up, you dumb bitch! It was a business pitch. Gave the junkies a sample taste!"
"Bullshit! You're always lying. Like last time, swearing no cheating then thinking I'd forget the threesome!"
"Why bring that up now?!"
"And you fucking prick, your girlfriend got beat, and you still haven't dealt with that shit-for-brains Lee Kwangwoon? Can't you see? Look at my swollen face!"
"Lee Kwangwoon? Who's that?"
"The fucker right next to you is Lee Kwangwoon! That gym rat loser Lee Kwangwoon!"
"This guy...? That loser?"
Go Jin-hyuk turned to me in disbelief. I grinned and waved at my old classmate—it'd been a while.
"Hey, Jin-hyuk. Heh."
"No fucking way—you're really Lee Kwangwoon?"
"Yup~. Long time no see."
"You little shit, what the fu—let go of me, you dog!"
"Babe, hurry up and fuck that guy up!"
Jin-hyuk and Hye-yeon yapped like crazy. They must've thought I was still the high school punching bag dreaming of pro fighting. I'd stayed chill because Dad said pros don't touch civilians. And after getting their asses kicked by me just now, it was hilarious they were fronting like I was the old me who grinned and took beatings.
"Kill that fucker quick! He hit me a bit... huh?!"
Hye-yeon, hyped in front of her boyfriend, tried to stand using the floor but wobbled. The cum pooled in her pussy—no, her asshole—trickled down her legs. That thug bitch had a killer body; I kinda wanted to fuck her again. Tits a bit saggy, but hips and legs were perfection. Right now she was all cocky and snarling, but stick my dick in and she'd be moaning like a bitch. Plus, ass-fucking kept her tight—no downside. Not my girlfriend anyway, just a slut. Would've been different if she was a virgin. Like drawing a thin pen line on white paper—it shows—but slather thick brushstrokes on a stained rag, no one notices. Come to think of it, her asshole was already dark, so built for it. No guilt, no mercy—just pound and cum. Sluts weren't all bad. Another manly revelation.
"The fuck? Ahn Hye-yeon, you bitch, what's that? You fucked this retard?!"
"It's fine, Jin-hyuk. Just anal, so I'm still a virgin up front. Hye-yeon and I didn't have proper sex."
"You...!"
Jin-hyuk's face twisted red. He thought I'd stolen her or some shit. He sold his girlfriend used for fucking, and now he was bitching because I tested the merchandise? Pissed me off. And his meltdown next made it worse.
"What bullshit is this, you fucking prick!!!! I haven't even done her ass yet!! You whore! You barely let me poke it with a finger to loosen it up, and you give it to this nerd? You tiny-titted slut!"
"Shut up! You put me up for sale, so he fucked it, you ugly bastard! You sell your girlfriend then bitch at me?!"
"Shut your hole! Lee Kwangwoon, you motherfucker!!!! You knew it was me from the start, right? Took her ass for revenge? It ain't 'cause I forced Huh Ye-jin's virginity!!!"
Like I said, Ye-jin offered to take my V-card out of pity, and now she's long dead from an accident. She was a player but never bullied anyone—played nice. She was kind to me too, which I liked, but at the end she looked down on me while offering pussy, so I snapped and dumped on her. She fooled around but was sweet, so I'd liked her.
"Why would Ye-jin be a virgin? She partied with you guys all the time. Fucked everyone."
"Didn't you know? Aside from her big tits, her face was meh, so we didn't touch her—then spun her hard to piss you off, and she OD'd. Didn't know, you dog!!"
"Ah...."
So that's what happened. Ye-jin was gonna give me her virginity. Maybe she even liked me.
"What're you spacing out for! Let go, or else?!"
"Jin-hyuk."
"What the fu—grahk!"
I palm-smashed his torn cheekbone. A palm strike packs as much power as a fist. Breaking or denting's best with knifehand or palm. But for pure destruction, nothing beats a knuckle sandwich. I crept up in a fighter's stance, fist cocked, and he crawled toward the door begging.
"Kw-Kwangwoon. My bad! I fucked up. I'll vanish like I'm dead. Take that bitch. Fuck her front and back. Please spare me...."
"What're you saying? You dumping me, Jin-hyuk?!"
"Shut up, slut! You couldn't behave, so now I'm fucked too! If Dad finds out... what the fuck you gonna do, whore?!"
"Fuck off and die! Dump me and get lost! Get out, you retard! Out out out!"
Too damn loud. I clenched my fist to shut at least Jin-hyuk up when someone grabbed my arm. Rider bro.
"This is getting too big. How you gonna clean all these bodies and drugs?"
"Gotta kill that guy."
"Not here—do it somewhere else later. Calling a cleanup crew and bribes'll cost a fortune."
"How much?"
"For something this big?"
Rider bro held up three fingers. Three big ones. Pricier than Dad's meat.
"Plus, killing Black Joongo members offhand gets the site admins coming down hard. Leave it, and cops plus underworld chase you—trouble."
"So what?"
"I know a cheap guy. Leave it to me, I'll call him for cleanup and help hunt that guy later."
"How much?"
"Normally this, but friend discount to this."
The amount matched Dad's meat price exactly. I'd see all the blood and end up broke. Glancing around, I pointed at the huffing Hye-yeon.
"Can't sell her?"
"She's not yours, dude."
"Haa... calling the guy covers her too, right?"
I sighed, annoyed, and Ahn Hye-yeon's face went pale. She dropped to her knees, clinging to my leg, begging.
"Kw-Kwangwoon. Take me with you. We were good, right? Yeah? You loved eating my ass. You saw, right? I broke up with him. I'm free. Be your girlfriend for free. I'll practice felatio hard, give you pussy and ass. Don't ditch me. If even you abandon me, Jin-hyuk's psycho family'll fuck me up... please...."
Didn't need most of it, but free pussy hooked me. Fine, if I'm going broke anyway, a man needs a hole to fuck.
"Sigh, I'll take her. Call the cleanup guy."
Rider bro raised his arm and wagged his finger at me. I stared blankly, so he fake-gasped dramatically.
"Oh~! Customer left the money in the fart cloud! Thanks a bunch~ I'll take it straight to my pocket, kay?"
Pisses me off. One hit from me'd kill him too, but he's nice, so no touching. No choice—I stripped clothes off the dead chicks and draped them over naked Hye-yeon. Wait—couldn't I sell these bodies for cash?
"Bro, can't sell these?"
Rider bro, on the phone somewhere, laughed at me.
"These? Junkie bodies? Who'd buy?"
Fuck.