Chapter 367
Chapter 367
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 367
Chapter Title: Fighting Dog
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"Hong Hae-chan. Come here."
When I called him, Hong Hae-chan trembled as he approached me. He probably thought I was going to hit him, but I had no intention of doing so.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and pointed at Park Sun-ah, collapsed on the floor.
"You do it. Right now."
"...!"
Hong Hae-chan's eyes widened. He stared at me in disbelief, then looked down at Park Sun-ah on the floor.
The girl Hong Hae-chan fell for at first sight. Soft B-cup breasts, a slim waist, and pale, round hips. Semen was oozing from the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs.
"W-what do you mean, do it...?"
"Sex, obviously. This is your first love, right? Or what, you lost interest because I fucked her first?"
Hong Hae-chan glanced at Park Sun-ah's face. Her neat bob haircut was disheveled, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She was quietly sobbing, looking up at him. It stirred not just a man's pity, but his sadistic urges too.
"N-no way. This is a crime! R-rape...!"
"Hey."
I called out to Hong Hae-chan in a low voice and gripped his shoulder hard.
"...!"
Our eyes met, and Hong Hae-chan shuddered. I was leaking just a hint of killing intent.
"I know you like this bitch, so that's why I'm doing this. Because you're my friend. Right?"
"..."
Clack, clack, clack.
Hong Hae-chan's teeth chattered. His eyes darted around wildly. He couldn't meet my gaze, desperately seeking help from someone. But there was no one here who could help him.
"Answer me."
Lacing my words with heavy killing intent, he nodded frantically.
"Y-yeah... We're friends."
"Good. We're friends. So don't ignore my gesture. You know what happens if our friendship ends."
I grinned and patted his head.
Then, using my foot, I forced Park Sun-ah's thighs apart. Her pink pussy was filled with my semen.
"Y-Yu-jin... I appreciate the gesture, but I'll pass. I'm fine, really..."
"Shut up and fuck her. Your dick's already hard—why hold back?"
"T-this is..."
I pointed at his crotch. His pants were tented up. He quickly covered it with his hand, but anyone could see he was erect.
"You're really annoying me. If you don't, Park Sun-ah ends up like Ki Jeong-seok. I'll beat her all over, break her fingers, and let those guys gang-rape her."
I gestured at the thugs around us. Naked and on their knees, their dicks were hard. With my permission, they'd pounce on her immediately.
"...Got it."
Hong Hae-chan undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear.
"...But Yu-jin, one request. Leave Sun-ah alone after this. And don't touch her with anyone else here."
"Won't touch her. She failed anyway. Was saving her for you."
"Saving her for me? Sun-ah is..."
"Use her as your personal fuckhole. Pound her whenever you want."
"T-that's..."
"Shut up and do it."
I pushed down on his shoulder. Unable to resist, he knelt between Park Sun-ah's legs. Was it her scent? He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Hurry up."
"..."
With trembling hands, he gripped his cock and pressed it against Park Sun-ah's pussy. It was pretty decent-sized—not as big as mine, but well above the Korean average.
'Manhwa protagonist buffs in full effect.'
Like a virgin, he fumbled for the hole at first but soon slid inside.
Hong Hae-chan's face twisted in an instant. His eyes bulged, mouth agape. Breathing heavily in excitement, he reached for her B-cup breasts.
'Ho...'
Hong Hae-chan's posture mimicked the one I'd used to fuck Park Sun-ah earlier. He was getting hooked on sex.
I sat on the sofa and filmed the whole thing with my camera. Blackmail material.
Less than two minutes in, Hong Hae-chan shuddered and came inside her.
"Hah! Heuk! Hah!"
Panting roughly, he tried to pull out.
"Hey. Still hard. Keep going."
"...Okay."
He was much more obedient now. Deep down, he'd been hoping for my command.
I thought about Hong Hae-chan from Fighting Dog for a moment. The protagonist wasn't some naturally good guy. He was just a wimp early on because he didn't know how to fight and lived normally. But at the local gym, he learned to fight—and got brainwashed that fists shouldn't be used recklessly.
'Manhwa protagonists are mostly goody-two-shoes with justice boners. Easier to make popular that way.'
But peel back the layers, and it's laughable.
Hong Hae-chan from the manhwa beats down thugs with his fists and becomes the academy king. It starts with a thug picking a fight first. Revenge leads to revenge. Knock one down, another comes for payback. Then some rando shows up to test his skills.
Before long, he's built a crew, become an untouchable delinquent boss. Yet the manhwa paints him as the good guy.
'Strip away the manhwa packaging, and he's just another thug.'
Hong Hae-chan came inside her four times in a row. Must be that youthful vigor—insane stamina.
Class time ended midway, but who cared? Skipping class was routine here, and teachers had given up on the students.
"Hae-chan. Want more? She's yours now anyway."
After a while, as his lust returned, I spoke up. He refused twice, then went at her again.
By sunset, he'd creampied Park Sun-ah a total of nine times.
"Piercing."
"Y-yes, sir!"
"You manage these guys."
"M-me, sir?"
Too much hassle to handle them myself. But letting them loose meant they might snitch to the cops.
"Yeah. Remember what I said? I trust you'll do well. Rewards for good behavior."
"Yes, sir! I'll do it!"
Piercing snapped to attention like a soldier. I glanced at Ki Jeong-seok—beaten to a pulp by Hong Hae-chan.
"Expecting good things tomorrow."
"Yes, sir!"
"Let's go. Hae-chan! Park Sun-ah. If you don't wanna die, get dressed and follow."
"Huh? Uh!"
"..."
Park Sun-ah hung her head and obeyed.
I planned to crash at Hong Hae-chan's place for a bit. His parents died in a car crash months ago—no one to bother. Bringing Park Sun-ah was for him. Time to teach him how good pussy feels.
'Alright then. Time to meet the heroine.'
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Woo-sik Gym.
The gym from Fighting Dog. This rundown place transforms the protagonist.
I pushed open the door of the gym—easily 30 years old. Few people around, but fully equipped. A pristine ring sat in the center, spotless.
"Hm? A student? What, here to join?"
I ran into a middle-aged man tidying equipment. Muscular despite his age. Go Woo-sik.
The guy who trains Hong Hae-chan and teaches him to fight in the original.
"Nah. Here to see Hee-ae."
"...Hee-ae?"
His vibe shifted instantly. The average uncle turned dangerous. For reference, Go Woo-sik's ex-special forces from Korea.
"How do you know Hee-ae? Never heard her mention a friend like you."
"No Hee-ae?"
"Answer. What's your relation to Hee-ae?"
Go Woo-sik glared. Heavy suspicion.
'Not this much of a doting dad in the manhwa... Instinctively sensing something from me? Good instincts, I guess. Whatever.'
I swung my bag forward and unzipped it.
"I said answer... What the hell are you doing?"
"My answer... is this!"
I pulled out a pistol and aimed at Go Woo-sik. MK23. .45 caliber semi-auto.
He flinched but stayed cool.
"You're taking the joke too far. What're you gonna do with a toy gun? Robbery? Bad idea. This is Korea, not America."
Go Woo-sik strode toward me. Fair enough—in uniform, pulling a gun seems fake. Especially with Korea's psychotic gun laws.
"You'll regret it."
"Regret? That's you! Too far with the prank! Thought I'd let it slide? I'll fix that attitude myself!"
I smirked.
"Lucky no houses nearby."
Bang!
The bullet grazed his left thigh. Blood poured out.
"...Hngh!!"
Biting back a scream, he clutched his leg, staggering. Stared at me in shock.
"R-real gun...?!"
"Don't believe me?"
I fired again, grazing his other thigh.
Go Woo-sik's face hardened like never before. He knew my aim was lethal and the situation dire.
"...Who sent you to kill me?"
"Not a hitman."
"...Then what do you want? Money? Got about 150,000 won cash. Take it, no report. Just leave."
"Loudmouth."
Bang! Bullet grazed his neck.
"..."
Still aiming, I grabbed a syringe from my bag and approached.
"...Gonna drug me to death? Truth serum?"
"Nah. Heroin."
"...Why heroin on me?"
"Too talented to kill, but might stab me in the back if I just use you. Better tame you as a junkie."
"Don't make me laugh!"
He charged. Too slow for my eyes. I sidestepped his tackle, jabbed the syringe into his neck. Heroin hit his vein.
"Gaaahhh!"
He thrashed. Futile. I pinned him fast, chained him with steel, dumped him on the floor. He convulsed. Unfocused eyes stared at me, foaming at the mouth—looked happy.
An hour later.
Go Woo-sik lay blissed out on the floor.
The gym door opened. A girl entered.
Black straight hair, pure yet haughty face. C-cups, slim waist, shapely hips and thighs.
Go Hee-ae. The original heroine. Thought she was pretty in the manhwa—reality exceeded it.
"Pass."
Go Hee-ae glanced between chained-up Go Woo-sik and me, then bit her lip.
"...Who the hell are you? What did you do to my dad?!"
"Gave him heroin to make him happy."
"Heroin...?"
She tilted her head. Dumb as a rock—didn't know what it was. Makes sense, raised sheltered in Korea.
To help her grasp it, I aimed the pistol at Go Woo-sik's head.
"Don't want a bullet hole in Daddy's skull? Strip. Now."
"..."
Her eyes shook.
I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The shot echoed, bullet embedding in the gym wall. Casing hit the floor.
Realizing it was real, Go Hee-ae's face went pale.
"Ten seconds. Strip."