The Limits of Violence #3
The Limits of Violence #3
Violence has its limits.
At least, for those made of flesh and blood.
Fundamentally, a body made of flesh and blood can only have limited output. While one can overcome these limits by using excellent 'tools' as weapons, even this has its boundaries.
I'm talking about mental limits.
They shed tears at the sight of a kitten strangled by a fishing line, and feel anger at barnacles clinging to a turtle. They even experience emotional turmoil from crude drawings made of just a few lines.
Many scientists say that humans are not rational animals, but emotional ones. The reason we always fail our New Year's resolutions is because we always assume we will make rational judgments.
The failure of communism, which assigned meaning to national economic planning and labor, is in the same vein.
...If so,
What about a delinquent who fiercely protects their own rights while easily sacrificing the rights of others?
Naturally, even the most vicious delinquent has limits.
There was a delinquent group that once set the internet ablaze. They picked up a dog that was wagging its tail and following them, and tried a 'fun' prank.
First, they tied its body. They inflicted a Dambaetppang (the act of burning skin with a cigarette butt) on the struggling puppy's leg.
The skin burned along with the fur, and the puppy whimpered in pain. They didn't stop there; they cut its skin with a knife.
The skinned puppy was horrific. In its miserable state, its breathing grew fainter. Its body was dismembered, and its organs were exposed.
They filmed and photographed all these cruel acts.
They gave the worst treatment to a puppy that had wagged its tail in greeting. Yet, surprisingly, there was still room to 'understand' them logically.
First, they were a group. They not only shared the guilt of violence but also broke down moral boundaries regarding their actions, allowing them to transcend the limits of sadism.
Second, the target was 'just a dog.' Humans don't treat mere animals like people. The praise for life is often easily disregarded depending on the individuals involved.
For them, dismembering a dog was nothing more than a 'fun' prank, rather than an act of violence.
In fact, such rationalization is close to human instinct. Beyond mere delinquents, even serial killers have plenty of room for rationalization.
They threatened me. They insulted me. It's wrong to wear revealing clothes late at night. It's society's fault for not accepting me. And so on.
Thus, evasion for justification is realized with simple logic.
...The basis of rationalization might be the ancient survival instinct inherent in living beings.
* * *
Ji-yoon.
She's a pervert beyond imagination, a fucking bitch who perfectly fits the word 'fuck'.
Getting interested in this fucking bitch was a mistake in my life. And a really fucked-up mistake at that.
I don't know why I'm interested. Is it because of her looks after all?
...Probably not. While the sight of her covered in pubic hair and vaginal fluid was arousing, it wasn't enough to make me lose my reason.
'......Fuck.'
Actually, I know the exact reason. I just ignored it because it clashed head-on with my beliefs.
She doesn't fear me. She doesn't avoid me when she sees me. Even when I hit someone, she showed a confident demeanor, which made me hopeful.
The hope that she wouldn't run away.
The hope that no matter what side of me I showed, she wouldn't run or avoid me.
In the end, it's because of this damn hope. I know it's a foolish thought, but a person's heart isn't something that can be controlled so easily.
I inhaled the liquid. Heavy smoke filled my lungs. Hwaaa... The exhaled smoke dissipated into the ground.
What if, just what if, Ji-yoon doesn't run away? Wouldn't it be okay to truly trust her?
Assuming trust is established, how should I treat her afterward?
...Even I think my body is sexy. It would be more than enough to satisfy her desires. Since she's a bitch who even loves my body odor, devouring my dick wouldn't be a problem.
The problem is Ji-yoon's true nature. Her whore-like nature of flirting with any woman.
"...Should I just fucking lock her up somewhere?"
I seriously considered it.
Vroooom!
After classes ended, Tae-i drove her motorcycle, searching for Ji-yoon. Since she knew where Ji-yoon lived, finding her was only a matter of time.
Rumble..
The day was slightly cloudy. The sky was covered by clouds, and faint rumbles of thunder could be heard. I didn't know if it would rain. Although it was cloudy, it was ambiguously so, meaning there was a chance it would clear up with just a bit of wind.
'If it rains, I can just sleep at Ji-yoon's house.'
I arrived at Ji-yoon's house, a pit-like building at the bottom of the hill. It was close to school, so I arrived in less than 3 minutes of driving the motorcycle.
'...Where did that fucking bitch go?'
Ji-yoon wasn't home.
I felt a moment of disillusionment. Wondering what I was even doing, I rode my bike back up the hill.
...Something felt off. I turned my head and stared at the opposite hill. My senses didn't betray me; I saw a familiar figure.
Ji-yoon and,
......a woman?
It was a woman wearing revealing, sexy clothes.
* * *
Dorakshi Maeul, 78th Street.
Thinking about masturbating with Tae-i's panties, I arrived twice as early as usual.
I just needed to enter the building, but just then, an eye-catching woman passed by.
'Wow... her butt flesh is sticking out.'
A barely-there top, ripped pantyhose, heavy makeup. ...She was the prostitute I'd been indebted to in the public restroom during my 1-hoecha.
My dick stood erect. Although she was far inferior to a heroine, she had a unique charm typical of a slut, making her a good woman to satisfy my sexual urges.
The prostitute going up the hill, was she going into the public restroom again? It didn't matter. What was important to me was fucking a woman.
"Hey!"
Driven by surging lust, I sprinted. To others, she might just be a mere prostitute, but to me, she was the sex teacher who took my virginity.
" ...? "
"Pant, pant... I finally caught you."
"Who are you?"
I always think this, but actions are more important than words. I pulled out a wad of cash from my Slime Bag. It was probably about 300,000 won.
"You offer body-selling services, right? I'll give you a million won. In return, please allow me your body for today."
For now, I pulled out 300,000 won in a hurry, but getting a million won wouldn't be a problem once I had the leisure.
"...You're a woman, aren't you? Sweetie, there's a balance of yin and yang in the world. I only sell my body to men."
"...Huh?"
It was an unexpected refusal.
...I couldn't give up like this.
"...I'm not a woman."
'I have money and a dick, so how can I not fuck her?!'
I looked around. Perhaps because it was a quiet neighborhood, there were no people passing by at all. I always disliked it because it felt like a dead town, but this time, I was grateful.
In a hurry, I lifted my skirt. My huge dick, in a semi-erect state, met the cold wind. I worried if I was developing exhibitionism.
"......A perverted cross-dresser?"
"...Yes, I am a man."
I even abandoned my pride for sex. The prostitute gazed at my huge dick with interested eyes. Seeing her lick her lips slightly, it seemed her interest was piqued.
The long-awaited opportunity for sex had arrived! Thinking about thrusting my dick into her pussy, cum was about to gush out.
"...Alright. You said a million won, right?"
"Yes! I'll fuck you to your satisfaction, so you can look forward to it!"
"Satisfaction should be yours, since you're paying."
"Let's both enjoy it if we're going to!"
The atmosphere became amicable. The wind was cold. Having proven my dick, I lowered my skirt for personal safety. Even with the skirt down, my semi-erect dick revealed a dignified presence.
"I've seen countless men's dicks, but this size is a first?"
The prostitute fumbled under my skirt and touched my dick. The hands of a skilled artisan were incredible.
Vroooom!!!
I was so engrossed in being touched that I didn't notice the motorcycle tearing through the air and speeding towards us.
I turned my head belatedly, but it was too late.
Vrooom!! CRASH!!!
...The motorcycle crushed the prostitute. The motorcycle tumbled on the ground, the woman flew like an airplane, and finally, the delinquent girl landed stably on the ground.
I couldn't react at all to the disaster that unfolded in an instant. More precisely, my mouth wouldn't open.
Tae-i rummaged through a long cylinder on the motorcycle. With a 'clink' sound, a thick metal bat emerged.
Gripping the bat with both hands, she swung it like moonlight.
Thwack!
With just one swing, a hair-like bloodstain appeared on the ground.
Wham!
The person's body folded into a 'ㄷ' shape. It wasn't LEGO, so I didn't know if this even made sense.
Snap!
Have you ever seen a place where bones should be just cave in? I guarantee, the reality you've known until now will feel like virtual reality.
Tae-i swung the bat like a madwoman, and a thick pool of blood formed on the ground.
The prostitute was unrecognizable from her previous state due to the continuous blows. At the horrific sight, my legs gave out.
Tae-i, having finished her 'kneading,' threw the bat to the ground and grabbed my shoulder.
...In elementary school, I once kicked sand at a construction site. Before I could take a few steps, a construction worker grabbed my arm tightly.
It felt just like that moment.
"You fucking bitch."
"...Ah."
I finally clearly realized Tae-i's peculiarity, which I had vaguely sensed until now.
Stabbing balls with a fork, beating an unconscious person, and casually exerting physical coercion.
...Violence without any discernible standard, I felt no ethical line that a human being should possess.
'Do you want to die?'
The words I had previously thought were provocations began to be understood in a completely different light.
"Hey, you fucking not paying attention? Do you really want to die, you punching bag?"
"Do you guys want to die?"
"Do you want to die?"
"...How detestable. If you don't want to die, follow me."
A warning.
Her words weren't meant to threaten people; they were a 'warning' about herself in advance.
Violence has a limit.
But Tae-i had no limits.
"...What were you doing?"
She lifted me and slammed me onto the ground. The impact resonated through my body, and my mental strength curled up like gimbap.
"You fucking bitch!! Answer me!!!"
She choked my neck. I couldn't breathe. Not even a puff of air came from my nose.
"...Is it because you want my body?"
She released my choked neck.
"Cough! Cough!"
"Strip."
Her strong hands stripped off my jacket.
"I said strip."
She stripped off my skirt, panties, and shirt.
My pure white naked body was revealed. She slammed me down once more.
Tae-i's hand grabbed my dick. My pussy, revealed after my panties were removed.
Squish!
The pussy devoured the dick. My body, already piled high with tension, couldn't refuse in the slightest.
"It hurts... It hurts so much!"
The flesh on my back scraped against the asphalt ground. She paid no mind.
Blood flowed from above my head, soaking my hair and scalp. It was the prostitute's blood.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
Tae-i's hips bounced elastically. It felt less like sex and more like she was extracting semen.
My body was crushed, and my mouth was covered. My breathing became rapid. I felt like I would faint from lack of oxygen. My mind grew frantic.
The pussy compressed my dick, and the embedded bumps pulled at it like a clenched fist. The cold intensified due to my damp scalp.
During sex, for the first time, I wanted to run away. My dick, oblivious to its owner's feelings, stood stiffly, as if determined to spew out semen.
Tae-i's fingers tightened around my neck.
"You fucking bitch! You fucking bitch! You fucking bitch!!"
She pounded me with an expression as if she would kill me right then and there.