Rookie: Baek Jaesung 30
She was being toyed with. Jang Hana bit her lip hard, venting her frustration. Of course, that didn't change a damn thing.
The sharp energy swirling around her sword was potent enough to slice through bone and flesh, but it never once touched An Jiho. He dodged her attacks with leisurely ease, then struck back. His blows didn't aim for her vitals—they targeted her clothes.
Rip!
The outer suit she wore hung in tatters like a rag. It was a special garment resistant to fire, water, cuts, and even bullets, but An Jiho's dagger was a luxury piece worth hundreds of millions of won. In a gear fight, Jang Hana stood no chance against him.
"Oh ho. Pretty damn juicy."
Sim Chunsik watched An Jiho's show of peeling away Jang Hana's layers one by one, savoring it at his leisure. Jang Hana, who'd pushed her output too hard, was now reeling from the backlash. Her speed had slowed compared to An Jiho's, and her stamina was hitting its absolute limit. He could have floored her anytime he wanted, but instead, he opted to heap even greater humiliation on her.
"Heh heh! This is why I can't quit PK."
"Hey, from what I saw earlier, this punk's her boyfriend, right?"
An Jiho and Sim Chunsik cackled in their sleazy voices.
"Seonuk-ssi!"
"Ugh! Hana!"
Kim Seonuk had been subdued by Sim Chunsik along with the rest of his party. Sim Chunsik ground his heel into Kim Seonuk's head, crushed under gravity's weight, while leering at Jang Hana's plight.
"Hanging with a scrawny little shit like this? I almost pity her. Bet this loser's dick is fucking tiny."
"Haha! Let's take a peek."
Han Siyoung, the healer in Do Byeongseok's party, chimed in with his gutter-trash tone. Sim Chunsik lifted his foot and crooked a finger at Kim Seonuk. Kim felt the crushing gravity release. He whipped out a dagger from his pocket and lunged at Sim Chunsik in resistance.
"What a fucking retard."
But Sim Chunsik casually kicked his wrist aside with one foot. The gap between them was wider than two full ranks. As a PK specialist, Sim Chunsik was as deadly in PvP as their party leader Do Byeongseok himself.
"You think some piss-poor attack like that'll work? I could beat trash hunters like you without even using my abilities!"
Sim Chunsik stomped down on Kim Seonuk's head again and again. Kim Seonuk curled up like a grub, clutching his skull with both hands as he screamed.
"S-stop!"
"Heh! Perfect pose for a worthless fuck like you."
Satisfied with the beating, Sim Chunsik flashed a wicked grin.
"Hey. Whip out your dick."
"W-what!?"
Kim Seonuk's face drained of color. Seeing it, Sim Chunsik's smile grew even brighter—a perfect devil's grin.
Every time he saw terror twist someone else's face, ecstasy flooded his veins. Sim Chunsik was evil down to his marrow, the real deal who got off on crushing others.
"Just wanna see what kinda stud snagged a hottie like her. Or you wanna die instead? Up to you."
Sim Chunsik raised his right hand as he spoke. A purple orb glowed atop it.
"Seonuk-ssi! Don't listen to those bastards! Run!"
Jang Hana shouted toward Kim Seonuk, but An Jiho and Sim Chunsik just mocked her.
"No escape anywhere, bitch. Hey, braindead punk—strip quick, or I'll fuck your girl right in front of you."
They had no intention of sparing her even if he did. Naturally, Sim Chunsik kept that to himself. Kim Seonuk felt an unbearable wave of humiliation.
"This fucker's pride's gonna get his girlfriend fucked. Jiho, bf gave permission. We're good to go."
"Oh, for real? Guess playtime's over."
An Jiho's body vanished. He reappeared right in front of Jang Hana. Her focus shattered, she couldn't track his speed anymore. Her body was already at its breaking point.
"Gahk!"
An Jiho smacked the sword from her right hand while clamping down on her throat. Jang Hana dropped her blade. The fight had been decided long ago.
Still choking her, An Jiho slammed her face to the ground. Jang Hana thrashed, desperate to break free, but with her neck crushed, no strength would come. Even if she had any left after the battle's drain, it was doubtful she'd escape him.
"This moment's the best. Feels like unwrapping a Santa gift."
An Jiho said with a laugh.
"Kek! What Santa gives gifts to trash like you? Unless he shoots you in the head first."
"Fair. Anyway, Siyoung—get over here."
"OK."
Han Siyoung approached the humiliatingly pinned Jang Hana. He yanked down her pants. Her struggles intensified, but An Jiho tightened his chokehold.
"Guh...!"
Jang Hana lost consciousness. Han Siyoung yelled at An Jiho.
"Hey, you dumb fuck! Way more fun when she's awake."
"Ah, sorry sorry. Misjudged the pressure. Thought a tough bitch like her could handle it. Heh. Fainted hole's still decent, though."
"Fuck that. Feels like pounding an onahole."
"Then don't take a turn, asshole! You stood back jerking off, now you're all talk."
"Who said I wouldn't? And watch your mouth— if I hadn't suggested fucking her first, you'd have been sucking your fingers from behind. Who was it that chickened out when Byeongseok hesitated?"
An Jiho and Han Siyoung snarled at each other. Classic demonic party bullshit. Kim Seonuk trembled at the sight.
"You demons...!"
"Better to be a demon than trash who can't protect his own girl."
Sim Chunsik didn't let up mocking the despairing Kim Seonuk. Every word stabbed like a dagger into his heart.
Han Siyoung stripped off Jang Hana's pants. Kim Seonuk growled like a mad dog at the sight.
"No! You fucking bastards! Don't do it!"
"Shut your hole, retard."
Sim Chunsik booted Kim Seonuk's head like a soccer ball. It scraped across the ground, banging into jagged rocks. Kim Seonuk blacked out.
"Girl's a wildcat, but the guy's a total nobody. Healer thing?"
"Fuck, such a shame. Best when both are wide awake for the rape."
"Totally agree."
"Hurry and get it done. Someone else might show."
"Who the hell's coming here? That Baek Jaesung punk's probably dead by now."
"Byeongseok's on him, so yeah."
They didn't question Baek Jaesung's death. With Do Byeongseok on him, it was a done deal.
"Heh. Panties coming off. Ass looks plump and firm."
Han Siyoung chuckled as he tugged down her white panties. Her pussy was laid bare for all to see. Their eyes locked onto it.
"Bush is a bit thick. Not overboard, though."
"Whoa! Gotta feel great slamming into that. Too many bitches shave these days—this one's proper."
"An Jiho, you pervert fuck... Liking a hairy pussy's gotta be a mental disorder, right?"
"You just don't get the appeal of a thick bush. C'mon, try it."
"Crazy bastard."
They traded their sleazy banter. If Kim Seonuk had been conscious, the mental shock alone would've knocked him out.
"Huh? Wait—what's this? The fuck!? A rotor?"
Han Siyoung pulled a pink rotor from Jang Hana's pussy. Everyone, Sim Chunsik included, stared at it in shock.
"What? Total perv bitch. Tch, the tough act was just a front?"
"Fuck, reeled in a big one. Wake her up—gonna have to do it twice."
"Heh heh! Lady luck's smiling today. Let's go—my dick's impatient."
The moment they'd been waiting for had arrived. As always, they settled order with rock-paper-scissors. An Jiho won first go.
"I did the work, so first bat's mine. OK. Here I go."
He stripped with crude motions. His greedy eyes devoured the defenseless Jang Hana's body. He swallowed hard, saliva sliding down automatically.
"Heeeere~ we go."
An Jiho shook his hips back and forth in a vulgar thrust. Excitement dripped from his voice.
An Jiho loved these moments so much he felt like he might float away. Even knowing he'd burn in hell for it, he couldn't quit this addiction. He'd keep doing it until the day he died.
BOOM!
The instant he moved to violate her, a deafening roar like the sky splitting in two crashed over Sim Chunsik's crew. It hit not just their ears but their very skin—like club speakers amplified dozens of times over. They clutched their heads in agony.
An Jiho jolted in shock. He hurriedly activated his ability. Something hurtled toward him from the massive cave hole.
"W-what the hell!"
An Jiho boosted his dynamic vision. He couldn't hide his horror at what flew at him. It was his comrade—the party's tank, Wo Sangho.
"Sangho!"
Wo Sangho's body was drenched in blood. Bones jutted through torn flesh, joints twisted at impossible angles. Limbs were severed clean off, leaving him a mangled, wriggling worm-thing.
His form was rags in a word. As the tank, Wo Sangho took plenty of beatings, but An Jiho had never seen him like this.
"Figured it was a fight. Good thing my radar's top-notch."
A man slowly emerged from the giant cave opening. He was someone who should've been dead already.
"You..."
"You're Sim Chunsik, right? Exster Clan sub-master?"
Jaesung eyed Sim Chunsik as he spoke. Sim Chunsik didn't reply. He sized up Jaesung's presence and gathered his power.
A man who should be dead was alive. The variable wiped any trace of complacency from Sim Chunsik's mind. Without a word, he launched the first strike at Jaesung.
Gravity—20x.
He instantly maxed out his power, multiplying gravity. But his target, Jaesung, suddenly vanished from sight.
"!?"
Jaesung reappeared right in his face. Sim Chunsik panicked. The opponent should've been crushed under his gravity—yet here he was, up close.
The distance between them had been over 10 meters. This wasn't just fast movement. It was like the world's physics engine had glitched.
"You're a Gravity Control user, huh. That almost got tricky."
"Damn! I'm confident in close quarters too!"
Sim Chunsik clenched his fist. But something felt off. Before he could look down at his hand, he knew the cause—blood spurting from his own wrist.
"!?"
Both of Sim Chunsik's hands had been severed clean off. He'd taken an attack he hadn't even registered. He had no idea how it was possible.
He was bewildered. Sim Chunsik couldn't even guess that Jaesung had briefly halted the world's clock.