Chapter 366
Chapter 366
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 366
Chapter Title: 366. Fighting Dog
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“S-Sorry! My bad!”
Hong Hae-chan jumped up from his seat and bowed his head in apology. But the delinquents had no intention of letting him off just because he said sorry.
“You think ‘sorry’ fixes everything in the world? Huh?”
“You crazy fuck. Why confess to Park Sun-ah and blow everything up like this? Don’t you know she’s Jeong-seok hyung’s girl, the king of the second years? Huh?”
“I-I didn’t know! Really! I swear I didn’t!”
It was the truth. Hong Hae-chan had confessed on a whim, dazzled by Park Sun-ah’s looks and a smidge of kindness. But she rejected him, leaving him to face the delinquents’ wrath.
“Knew or not, you never should’ve messed with Park Sun-ah!”
The delinquents started pummeling Hong Hae-chan with their fists.
The students around just watched. Some with indifference, others glued in fascination. Not one thought to fetch a teacher. They knew calling one would make them the next target.
Thwack! Thud! Pow!
“Fuck! You’re gonna get us reamed by Jeong-seok hyung!”
“You gonna take the heat if Jeong-seok hyung comes for us? Huh?!”
“Aaaagh!”
Blood splattered the floor. Hong Hae-chan’s nosebleed.
I felt bored. The delinquents’ skills looked pathetic to me.
‘No hunters in this world, I guess. Real-life punks at least threw decent punches.’
Hong Hae-chan took a roundhouse kick from a delinquent and tumbled onto my desk.
“Fuck. What’s your deal? Why’re you just sitting there? Scram.”
“...Me?”
“Yeah, you. You little shit. Wanna get beat like this loser?”
Pumped from the beating, the delinquent stomped toward me, snarling.
I smirked. The way he strained his eyes was hilarious.
“This fucker... laughing?”
He swung at me.
So slow it made me yawn.
I tilted my head aside easily, grabbed the back of his skull, and smashed it onto a nearby desk.
BAM!
A huge crash echoed as he convulsed. When I released, his nose bridge shattered, four front teeth broken—he passed out on the floor.
Silence blanketed the classroom.
The onlookers, even Hong Hae-chan mid-beating and the other delinquents, gawked at the unconscious guy in shock.
“...Ah, my damn temper... This wasn’t the plan.”
I walked toward another delinquent. He flinched back, snatched a chair, and charged.
I sidestepped the chair and jabbed his gut with a fist.
“Guhk!”
He collapsed, clutching his stomach with both arms.
‘Nailed the strength control. Even in a school bullying manga world, killing brings cops.’
Avoid killing at all costs. Or do it where no one finds out.
I scanned the room. Students averted their eyes, heads down, not daring to meet mine.
“Hong Hae-chan.”
“Y-Yes, yes, y-yes...!”
“No formal talk between classmates. Carry that fainted guy.”
“Yes. Uh, got it.”
Stiff with tension, Hong Hae-chan obeyed without question, staggering to the passed-out delinquent, grabbing his arm and shoulder to hoist him up.
‘Ho. Lifts him like nothing.’
Hong Hae-chan had better physical prowess than expected. Born with talent.
‘Fitting for a manga protagonist.’
I yanked the hair of the delinquent still kneeling in agony.
“Hong Hae-chan. Bring that guy and follow.”
???
The rooftop. Students trailed but scattered when I barked a warning—none dared follow.
Real schools lock rooftops, but manga worlds don’t.
“U-Um... Yu-jin. Why the rooftop...?”
“Perfect spot. No teachers. And ideal for hair-grabbing.”
Creak.
I shoved the door open.
Over twenty delinquents lounged there, all guys, cigs dangling from lips. Eyes locked on us.
I stepped in and chucked the delinquent aside.
“You guys... Wait. That’s the fucker who confessed to Sun-ah? Why these two... One’s out cold?”
A center guy spoke. Skinny, pierced nose, lip, ears.
My gaze shifted to the sofa beside Piercing. Shirtless, flexing a tattoo from forearm to shoulder, exuding menace.
I knew him from the manga.
Ki Jeong-seok.
Park Sun-ah’s boyfriend—the girl Hong Hae-chan confessed to.
I checked Hong Hae-chan inside, shut the door, and muttered low.
“Guard the door. Properly.”
“Y-Yeah.”
Hong Hae-chan nodded blankly. Sketchy reliability, but no clean escapes.
“Jeong-seok. Door guy’s the perp. Confessed to Sun-ah. Hong Hae-chan, right?”
“Then what’s that fucker?”
“Dunno. Friend, probably. Now what?”
“What now? Drag ‘em, make ‘em kneel.”
“You heard Jeong-seok! Move!”
Piercing bellowed; goons lumbered my way.
“Fuck. Such a hassle. Just moderate beatings... Gah!”
I snatched the lead guy’s throat and hurled him. Stunned others charged.
“This fucker!”
Careful power control, fists flew. Delinquents dropped per swing. Spared vitals.
Dodging their punches and kicks? Child’s play. Too sluggish.
After cracking Piercing’s skull to drop him, I advanced on Ki Jeong-seok. He gaped wide-eyed.
“Not ditching the cig?”
“W-What are you! Never heard of your ass at this academy! Where from?!”
“Put out the cig.”
Uppercut to jaw. Couldn’t dodge—flipped back. Not KO force, so he retaliated swinging.
‘Not ordinary like Hong Hae-chan.’
Left hand snagged fist, yanked; right jabbed gut.
“Guhk!”
Ki Jeong-seok writhed. I kept pounding.
“You’re lucky. No kill intent here.”
???
Sofa perch, soda in hand, I surveyed.
Naked delinquents knelt around. Three KO’d in corner—resisters made examples.
Dead ahead.
Two kneeling.
Piercing and Ki Jeong-seok. His left hand: thumb intact, rest snapped. Silent type—fixed that. Worked wonders. Won’t meet my eyes now.
Hong Hae-chan beside me, rigid, eyes rolling.
“Piercing.”
“Y-Yes!”
Piercing snapped to attention. Tossed him a ring.
“Three minutes. Fetch Park Sun-ah. Late? Fingers smashed.”
“Yes!”
Yelled, swapped pants, bolted. No teacher calls or reports. Knows academy staff’s uselessness best.
“Hong Hae-chan. Beat this fucker.”
“......H-Huh?”
“No zoning. Beat him.”
Pointed Ki Jeong-seok. Hong flinched. Eyes quivered, sweat beading.
“You’re my friend. Beat.”
“B-But...”
“Don’t wanna be?”
Stared hard. Gulped dry. I’m strongest, least merciful here.
Shook. Pictured friendless fate.
“Beat.”
Nodded, feeble shoulder punch.
Tap.
Zero force.
“Harder. Demo on you?”
“O-Okay...!”
Grimaced, swung harder. Thud. Improved.
“Form’s trash. Feet planted, power from legs.”
“......”
“Eyes open. Left hand now.”
Aim: Crown Hong Hae-chan academy king. Step one: Toughen him. Simple. Talented—muscle train, hunter basics.
‘Mentality’s key. Hesitation-free hits. Good he’s weak-willed. Early arc, molds easy.’
Steer basics, auto-mode. Quest clears in hours.
“Oh, Hae-chan’s got knack.”
“Haa... haa... haa.”
Panting post-few swings. Not fitness—unfamiliarity.
“S-Sorry. Spare me... Please... Spare...”
Jeong-seok head bowed. Blood dripped mouth, nose.
Hong halted.
“Hae-chan. Hit.”
“Sorry. One chance. Never again. Just once...”
“......”
“Hae-chan. Skip Jeong-seok, you’re him. Hit.”
Hong eyed Jeong-seok.
Naked kneel. Photographed. Snapped fingers. Tears, blood. Bruised face, body.
Eyes hardened, fist clenched.
“...Got it.”
Thud! Thud!
Beats echoed rooftop. Corrected form, checked face. Vast improvement over shakes.
Watched, tweaked stance, monitored Jeong-seok—no death. Tanky. Survives awhile.
‘Near end? Potion it.’
Door creaked—Piercing returned. Eyed girl behind.
Brown bob. Innocent face. B-cups. Cute beauty, but meh taste.
Park Sun-ah. Jeong-seok’s girl. Fakes nice, petty core. Dates power, not love.
“Brought her!”
Piercing bowed deep.
Sun-ah tense scan: naked kneelers, Hong beating Jeong-seok.
Snapped grasp, spun to flee.
Lighter toss—grazed temple, wall-smash, shatter. Froze solid.
Rose, closed in.
“D-Don’t come.”
“You fail.”
“Kyaahhh!”
Forced strip. Flail-resistance futile. Blouse, skirt, bra, panties off—naked.
“Kyaahhh! Stop! No! Aaaah! Oppa Jeong-seok! Help!”
Jeong-seok lurched up. Manly pride? Charged me.
My blank stare pinned him. Hong too.
Pants down, arousal amp active, groped. Pale nipples stiffened fast.
“Kyaahhh!”
Max scream—no saviors.
Prepped. Rammed dick into bush-hidden slit. Red trailed thighs.
“Oh? Virgin? Still fail.”
“Aaaahhh!”
Flipped her floor-down, thigh-spread, thrust hips.
Resistance quit—doll-still. Duller, but fun.
Creampied, rose.
Guys stared. Crotches tented. None bold-attacked.
Jeong-seok eyes shut, cheek-tears, dick betrayed.
Hong murder-glare—first crush. My stare dropped his gaze.
“Hong Hae-chan. Here.”
Shuddered over. Braced for hit—nope.
Shoulder hand, pointed floored Sun-ah.
“Your turn. Now.”