Stepmom's Forbidden Temptation and the Dark Knight's Rampage

Siblings usually bathed together, but the next morning after that, we had breakfast, and Yu-jin came into my room.

"Ugh, son. Even on a break from school, you're still sleeping?"

Just as she was about to wake me up like always, something caught Yu-jin's eye.

"Oh my!"

There I was, sprawled out with the blanket thrown off, wearing only thin gym pants, dead asleep. Between my legs rose something massive and thick, like a towering mountain peak.

What is that? Could that be Si-hyeok's dick?

The ever-kind and prudent Yu-jin was nowhere to be seen. She'd always kept an eye on her stepson Si-hyeok, drawn to his striking looks despite everything. But today, that vague affection swelled inside her like a girl's bursting heart.

No way. Is that size even possible for an Asian guy? It's bigger than my husband's!

It was impossible to think we shared the same blood. Her husband was decent at work and made good money—that's why she'd married him. It wasn't for any bedroom prowess.

But this boy. Her stepson.

It's too big to even call it a dick!

Clutching her trembling breasts, she approached. Cautiously, she stroked the cockhead through his pants.

Throb, throb!

It twitched violently at a woman's touch—a raw, aggressive sight that was utterly foreign to Yu-jin.

Is it from all that training? Or just natural? Either way, it looks delicious.

Without realizing it, Yu-jin licked her lips. Her eyes curved in delight as she fondled her own massive tits.

Just as she reached to slowly pull down his pants—

She flinched and stepped back.

I'm crazy. What am I doing? I'm his mom—his mom! Even if we don't share blood, this is wrong!

Somehow, by the skin of her teeth, Yu-jin regained her senses. She gripped her quickening breath and silently left the room.

How am I supposed to face him now? Hah, I'm losing my mind.

She swore never to barge into Si-hyeok's room again.

Even with that vow.

How do you forget a size like that?

Her eyes gleaming stickily, Yu-jin slipped a hand between her legs as she headed to the master bedroom.

After breakfast, I checked my phone in my room. I felt surprisingly refreshed today.

Romi had sent a ton of info. Profiles on four human scum, including the boss Kang Ji-hoon.

Even after two girls bailed, they've still got four guys. And one woman's left.

Didn't matter. If they wouldn't dodge the disaster, I'd make them enjoy it. Fine by me.

I checked Kang Ji-hoon's details.

Kang Ji-hoon, boxing prodigy since middle school year three. Dual-income parents suddenly divorced over an affair. Now he's treated like a senior by the local punks.

I smirked. Was he claiming his parents' mess turned him into this? What a pathetic sob story.

Who's not unhappy?

Humans are creatures of environment, sure, but Kang Ji-hoon had crossed the line. I wanted to punish the ones who'd crossed it with him today.

I got up right away. Black tracksuit, black jacket, black mask—I headed out.

From the info, they operate day and night. Today, some punk meetup in Nowon-gu, Gwanyang-dong area?

Meetup, my ass. Probably just calling in underlings to flex.

Delinquents' patterns never change, no matter the era. If luck was on my side, I could wipe out everyone there.

No holding back on methods.

Social pests deserved it.

I grinned as I left the house. Of course, I wouldn't take them all out in one day. I wanted to instill fear in Kang Ji-hoon.

Watch your trash underlings drop one by one and feel the dread.

I hopped on the subway. Still packed at this hour. When would it ever thin out? Population decline or not, Seoul's crowds were eternal.

Give it a bit, it'll get worse.

Amazing, really. All these people crammed into this tiny land. An even tinier spot nearby.

I pulled off my mask for a breather.

And this is post-COVID.

Someone dragged a huge suitcase past me—probably here for business. I stepped aside and bumped into the person next to me. A woman, of all people.

To avoid misunderstanding, I apologized quick. "Sorry about that."

"No problem."

She blushed and turned away. What? Gotta pee or something? I shook my head—no way I'd ride ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a scooter; too risky, not my style.

Time passed, and I arrived.

Gwanyang Station.

I blended into the crowd, heading up and scanning around. Never been here before—felt unfamiliar.

Out of the station and into the streets.

Pretty empty.

Early hour made it quiet. Bakeries and street food spots kept it from being a ghost town, though.

I stretched on the sidewalk. Peaceful vibe.

Mask back on.

Headed to the spot from Romi's info.

Failed study cafe turned temp hideout? So they have multiple bases.

Managing a gang ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠meant multiple spots, apparently.

Grown-ass man still playing thug. Horny byproduct.

Wanted to crush them before they escalated to major crimes.

Scanned hard and found it. University area, but a sketchy alley with few people.

Heading into the building, I spotted a big guy on his phone.

Even posted a guard?

He saw me and stood. Easily 190cm.

"Hm? Who're you?"

"AC repair guy."

"What bullshit. Who the hell are you?"

"Then die."

Crack!

I smashed a light hook into his massive jaw. He dropped like a sack.

I chuckled. Big body, weak sauce.

Up to the second floor. Shadows through the glass door: four people. Three guys, one girl.

Two nodding like bitches, one backseat driver, one giggling slut.

Couldn't see clear, but probably two of Ji-hoon's close guys. Lucky break.

Glanced around. Time to make an entrance. Spotted a wooden bat.

This'll be fun. No CCTV in dumps like this.

Pushed open the glass door. Voices drifted out.

"So manage your school right."

"Yes, hyung-nim."

"And you—bring in girls from your old middle school too. Low numbers again, and you're dead."

"Yes, bro."

Made my stomach turn just hearing it. I swung the bat into one guy's nape.

Crack!

"Urk."

Bat snapped as he crumpled. The other turned—I spun full circle into a roundhouse kick. Nailed his occipital perfectly. Two down.

"What the fuck? Who're you?!"

"Eek!"

They panicked seeing me drop two in seconds. I grinned and tossed the broken bat near the girl on purpose. She trembled at it hitting the floor. Perfect—she wouldn't move easy.

"Me? Your friendly neighborhood Dark Knight, here to fuck you up."

My ring name, actually. Coach gave it to me.

The guy shuddered. "Don't care where you're from—you're dead!"

Now I saw his face: Shin Dae-ho, Kang Ji-hoon's right-hand. Judo practitioner.

He glared and lunged, grabbing my collar with both hands in a flash.

Grab speed rivals boxers.

He sneered. "Say 'I'm dead' after me."

"You know? Grabbing like that leaves you open for counters."

He tilted his head—I locked my fingers into a clasp and slammed down on the bend of his extended arms.

His elbows buckled, torso pitching forward.

Thud!

I headbutted full force. His nose exploded. Blood sprayed; he barely blocked with his hands.

Pathetic. What're you doing mid-fight?

"Urgh!"

"Then die."

Grabbed his waist, hoisted him up, and powerbombed him into the floor. Neck snapped back—he was out.

The girl yelped and collapsed in shock. "Ah, aaah, aaaack!"

I approached. Matched the pic from intel.

The fox fawning over Kang Ji-hoon: Ji Hee-joo.

Didn't expect to meet like this. Hee-joo shook her head, slapping her thighs, trying to stand—but her legs were jelly.

I clicked my tongue. "Wanna run but can't, huh? Legs gave out."

"W-who are you? P-please, spare me!"

"Think about all the shit you've pulled. Got the nerve?"

I laughed. Not saying the victims were saints. Guys who ditch family for side chicks.

But that didn't erase the gang's crimes.

"N-no, ahh, I... Ji-hoon scares me. Sounds like an excuse, but I was scared. Y-you know Ji-hoon? I just took money and seduced—that's it!"

"Bullshit."

I smirked. Hee-joo teared up, crawling on elbows till she hit the wall. Gulped hard.

"Hey, pick one."

"Y-yes?"

"Broken limbs or just paralyzed from the waist down?"

"H-heek!"

She shook violently. Pitiful. Made me lean in closer.

I planted a foot on her knee. One push, and it'd shatter.

"W-wait! I can help! Use me, please!"

"What?"

"Y-you're after Ji-hoon, right? I know stuff. Use me—please!"

"Huh."

I tilted my head, mulling her words. She was the type to fawn for survival, yeah. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Even ignored warnings 'cause she hated Romi.

Desperate to live. Begging like this. Could just break a few spots and done.

Impressive. Cyber feminists charge in without a survival plan. Compared to those boars, she was human.

I nodded. "What can you do?"

"I-I'll tell you everything about Ji-hoon! And when you catch him, I'll serve him up on a platter!"

Word choice, quick thinking—solid.

I chuckled. Passing grade. Not romantic A+, but.

"Guarantee you won't stab me in the back?"

"A-anything! Install a tracker app, whatever!"

"Hand over your wallet."

She blinked, then obeyed. ID inside—home address noted.

"Got your address memorized. I'll trust you. For now."

"Y-yes."

"Pull shit, and it's not just you who suffers."

Her face paled; she nodded weakly.

I eyed her. Up close, pretty face.

Slim waist, big tits. No wonder she hooked the gang boss. Turn this bitch into my sex doll?

I smiled softly. Carrot after the stick.

"Don't freak too much. Do good, might get a reward."

"R-reward?"

Shocked but trembling Hee-joo. Wanted to toy with her every way.

Squatted and stroked her hair. Slow, savoring.

"H-hic!"

"Contact through Romi from now on. I'm her bodyguard."

"Bodyguard?"

"You're mine now. Your life too."

"Y-yes."

I sighed, stood. Gave Hee-joo a glare, scanned the downed punks.

Grabbed one guy's jumper and another's snapback, headed out.

Grinned slyly. Perfect. Enough to rile Kang Ji-hoon.

At the station, ditched the jumper and hat in a trash can before boarding.

On the subway, pulled out my phone.

Report first.

Romi ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠should be at her old cafe gig. Sent the update—phone rang instant.

Answer? "Hello?"

"Yeah. Gonna use Hee-joo and you for intel now. Says she'll spy."

"Not done yet. Gotta take Ji-hoon's head."

Got me pumped. Nothing like picking up trash off the street yourself.

"Yeah, why?"

"What?"

I doubted my ears. What was that? Romi's voice oddly flushed, laced with little-devil vibes.

"For real?"

An unexpected reward awaited. I licked my lips. Can't wait!?