True Education Complete! Pure Love Sex Begins?!
Romi and Hee-joo backed away in panic. But there was nowhere left to retreat. Just the cold concrete wall blocking their path. Hee-joo gritted her teeth and shouted,
"What the hell are you guys? I'm gonna scream!"
"Go ahead and scream, you bitch. Looks like what the boss said was right."
"What?"
"You're the one pulling the strings from behind, huh? Fucking traitor bitch."
Hee-joo panicked. Did Ji-hoon know all along? No, it had to be a coincidence. An insanely perfect coincidence, that's the problem.
Damn it, I should've acted a bit longer!
Hee-joo clenched her fists and glared. "Hey, I'm a senior too!"
"What kind of senior can't even fight and just spreads her legs? Fuck."
A thug raised his hand to hit her. Hee-joo hurriedly stepped back. Meanwhile, Romi coldly stared down the thugs. Even at a rough count, there were about five of them.
One would be tough enough, but five? This is bad.
A total crisis. The thugs grinned at each other as they closed in. They were like hunters with prey already cornered.
"Damn, both look hot up close."
"The boss just said to beat 'em up, right?"
"Yeah. Fucking them shouldn't be a problem?"
"I'm taking that twintail bitch first. Her pussy's gotta taste good."
The situation was spiraling into the worst possible direction. Romi swallowed her anger.
"You guys really gonna do this? It won't end well for you."
"What're you yapping about, you fucking bitch? Want to get beaten first, or just stripped?"
"You losers are the most pathetic. Can't even get love from your parents, committing crimes like it's nothing!"
"What?"
The atmosphere chilled instantly. Hee-joo looked at Romi in shock. Stepping up like that in this dangerous spot? It took real guts.
Romi, was she always like this? Somehow, it made her envious.
The thugs kicked nearby trash in rage.
"Fuck, you talk real pretty. I'll rip you apart."
"You'll regret this. Living like that!"
"Make us regret it, bitch. What, write a half-assed apology letter in court? Hehehe!"
The other thugs laughed along. Victim or judge granting mercy—classic Korean legalism. They had no fear. Worst case, they'd hire lawyers with their crime money.
"Enough."
Hee-joo stepped forward. For the first time in her life, summoning courage. She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her skin.
I'm tired of running away!
With trembling lips, she continued. "You fucking bastards. You enjoy playing like this?"
"This bitch too, huh. Hah."
The thugs sneered. Hee-joo screamed at the top of her lungs, tears welling up.
"Aren't you ashamed?!"
"This bitch."
A thug raised his fist and advanced. Romi grabbed Hee-joo's hand and bowed her head. In that moment when it seemed like everything was over.
"What's going on here?"
A woman's voice. Everyone turned. A woman with red long hair and flashing orange eyes appeared.
One thug waved her off, glaring. "Fuck off. You wanna get fucked too?"
"What if I can't do that?"
"Then we'll rip you apart, lady."
"La...dy?"
It was Seung-hee. She smirked coldly and approached. Plenty of reason to fight. She kicked the advancing thug's knee.
"Guh!"
Spinning back kick straight to the jaw. The thug flew back and passed out. Everyone was stunned. Seung-hee smacked her lips and grinned.
In pure kicks, I'm better than Si-hyeok!
She approached beaming, loosening up like she was dancing. Her eyes burned.
"What're you waiting for? Come at me, trash."
"Get her!"
The remaining thugs charged. Seung-hee clicked her tongue and dashed at the wall. She planted her foot and vaulted over, unleashing a kick. One thug went down.
"Fuck!"
Another thug swung a steel pipe in a full circle. Seung-hee slipped it with a weave and struck his groin. As his stance crumbled, another grabbed her shoulder from behind.
"You're done."
"Am I?"
She alternated elbows into his face and jaw. Then a knee to the collapsing thug's face, dropping two at once.
The last thug flexed his hands. "Not bad. For a girl."
"Bring it. You look like a middle-aged dude but act like a virgin loser."
"I'll make you beg for death."
"You even know how to cum?"
Seung-hee glanced at his crotch and shook her head. Enraged, he slipped on knuckle dusters and charged. She low-kicked. He tanked it and threw a jab-hook combo.
"Hmph."
She dodged with upper body movement alone. But he was already out of sight. Thud! He'd grabbed her single leg.
"You're finished!"
He tried to take her down. Romi and Hee-joo panicked, but Seung-hee swept his ankle and reversed, trapping his left arm with her legs and right arm with her own, grinning.
"Crucifix, know it?"
"Wha—when?!"
"Bye."
Thwack, bam, crunch, smack! Elbows rained on his face. He passed out in a bloody mess.
Situation over. Seung-hee stood and approached the two women.
"Whew, you two okay?"
"Y-yes. Thank you."
"Hwahhh."
Back to normal.
We entered a building that used to be an academy but had been abandoned for five years. Masked up, we climbed to the third floor and went inside. A judo uniform guy lay collapsed, with another muttering while mounted on him.
"Ah, no. I'll succeed, yeah, fuck. Live flashy. Drive a Ferrari. But if I fail? Ahh, no, I'll succeed. I'm a genius. Yeah!"
I smirked coldly and stomped the ground. Whips for idiots. At the sound, Kang Ji-hoon turned. I kneed his jaw.
"Gack!"
"What're you mumbling, you dog?"
Calf kick, low kick alternating on the staggering Ji-hoon. He ground his teeth, stepping side to side. A one-two flew like the wind.
Fast? And clean.
Pro-level movement. Concise, no waste. A bit ring-rusty from not fighting long, that's all. I slipped it easily. He followed, spinning for a backspin blow. I ducked and hooked his side.
"Urk!"
"Your movements are sluggish."
"You fu—fucking dog!"
"Your brain's rattled. Gotta respect the mental. But."
Ji-hoon wildly threw a straight. I parried with elbow, knee to his side. He gasped and retreated fast, tripping over the judo guy.
"Kuh!"
"Versatile."
"Dirty bastard, ambushing?"
I paused, looked around, shrugged.
"Hey, you know Dana White or Black?"
"Huh? WFC prez."
"He here?"
"What bullshit."
"Right? This ain't WFC octagon. Why fight fair against a criminal like you?"
Hit the nail. Basement humanists say violence against criminals is wrong. Reform them.
Ugh, bullshit.
Judges forgive, mob laws protect. Reform? Electronic anklet cut, back to crime—like that famous pedo. Reformed?
Modern criminals are society's monsters. Burn 'em out.
Ji-hoon smirked, shook his head, exhaled long. Clean steps.
Orthodox boxing stance. Outboxer. He closed in.
"Yeah, it's you. The guy fucking us over."
"And?"
"Fuck, Dark Knight? Middle school syndrome much?"
"Hey, I get complaining about the name. It's true."
Ji-hoon tilted his head. I barked.
"But bitching about it? Unforgivable!"
"What the fuck."
"Then die."
He sneered, rapid jabs. I palmed or parried. Sneaky kick to my side! Thud! Barely caught it with open hand.
"What?"
"Boxer doing kicks? Funny."
Tried to elbow his knee. He pulled back, orthodox to orthodox hook. Weave dodge. Whoosh! Follow-up.
Rear straight? Ducked with duck, jabbed his face. Ji-hoon flowed like water, evading.
One thing folks don't know: Boxing exchanges differ from MMA.
Seem similar, totally not. Why Kim Ganu failed.
Good I learned boxing just in case. Closed distance with quick one-two. He swayed away.
Then.
Stomped ground, superman punch blitz. He guarded desperately. Flowed to calf kick. Ji-hoon wobbled.
"Kuh!"
Reached for his collar. As he guarded, I ducked—single leg takedown. Pushed his upper body with my head, spun with his momentum, slammed him down.
"Fuck! Perverted mask freak!"
"Harsh words. All that local boss shit over this? Embarrassing, punk."
He tried TV butterfly guard. I laughed, passed to half. Left knee to knee-on-belly, stabbing his side like a stake.
"Aaaagh! Fucking dog, die!"
Punched wildly. Ground noob classic. Dodged easy, pounded. He guarded barely. Pain made him turn for back take and stand.
Waited for it. Ground clueless are slow!
Boxer weakness too. Why boxers can't beat MMA fighters.
Trapped his left arm with both, extended legs for armbar.
"Urgh, let—let gooo!"
"Die then."
Crack! Nasty snap, left arm limp. Promised scream.
"Aaaah, fuuuuck yoooou!"
"Something else then."
Rolled with legs, heel-hooked ankles one by one. He convulsed, spewing curses. Crawled with right arm. I followed leisurely.
Look at the "top dog"?
"What, already done?"
"Ugh, uugh. Crazy fuck!"
"Gotta go crazy to awaken. Fake psycho."
"Hngh, hng!"
"Feel your evil deeds to the bone. Repent."
Thought a sec, shook head.
"Nah, don't repent. Let me beat more."
"Wha?"
Mounted his back, beat freely. Started screaming, then went limp. Smashed face, stood.
"Oh, Ji-hoon. Know what? The girls you had? I took 'em all."
"Eurk, dog. Your parents, die... "
"Yeah, trash talk now. Kill my folks then."
Soccer kick to face. Satisfying thud, out cold. Snapped pic, sent to Romi and Hee-joo.
Victory high, then phone rang.
"Oppa, oppa! You okay?"
"Yeah, you guys?"
"We were in danger but it worked out. Hic."
"Glad. All done now."
"Agh, so thankful. Oppa, my Si-hyeok oppa!"
"That's kinda embarrassing nickname."
Romi hesitated. More to say? I stepped out. Finally, her voice.
"I want to have sex with oppa. First time sex."
I froze. The words I'd longed for. Chest swelled.
"Yeah, let's. Meet up first!"
"Yeah, got it!"
I grinned wide. Finally, it had come!
