Chapter 10

Ah….

Only after hearing their voices did I finally recall them from my memory.

'It's real. Those are the voices from yesterday.'

Inside the villa we'd been debating whether to enter.

They were the fucking bastards who'd already claimed residency by murdering the previous owners and stealing their rights.

Well, not like I had any room to talk….

'Hmm, what should I do?'

Before I knew the truth, and even after.

My wariness toward them hadn't changed a bit.

If anything, it had intensified.

'These fuckers… aren't they the corpse-fuckers from yesterday?'

I hadn't seen it myself.

But from the conversation I'd overheard, it sure seemed that way.

They'd talked about a woman who'd only been dead a short while, yet one of them had shoved his dick into her pussy.

'…Wonder what that feels like.'

But separate from my curiosity.

The inhuman act, and the fear that these kinds of guys might steal away Han Seolyu—whom I'd been working so hard to condition—instinctively filled me with disgust.

"Haha, no need to be so guarded. We're not bad guys."

"R-right. Ha, haha."

They flashed genuinely friendly smiles.

And raised both hands in a gesture that might've fooled us if we hadn't known who they were.

I gripped my spiked bat tighter.

"Don't come any closer."

I warned them in a voice thick with caution.

At times like this, having something in my hand that could pass for a weapon—even if it hadn't done shit for me yet—felt incredibly reassuring.

"Oh, come on. Why act like this? Huh? In a situation like this, we should trust each other! Help each other out!"

"No… it's because of this situation that I can't trust people. We'll handle ourselves, so you guys should head back."

"…."

If they'd just turned and left right then.

I wouldn't have made another move.

But….

"Fuck, these assholes seem to know something."

"R-really…?"

Instead of leaving, they glanced back and forth between me and Han Seolyu, then let out a smirk.

"Can't you tell, you idiot? Look how guarded they are. It's not just stranger danger—it's like they're rejecting a criminal outright."

"Oh, yeah!"

Their vibe shifted in an instant.

Yeah, shifted was the right word.

Their friendly smiles twisted into sleazy, vicious grins, and their eyes gleamed with anticipation as they stared at us.

"Fuck, in this world, you find a prime pussy like the bitch behind you? You think I'd just walk away?"

"R-right. Heh, heh… The dead one was too, too tough. C-cold too. An onahole would've been better!"

At the insane word pussy.

Han Seolyu's face drained to a pale blue.

And I….

#Got a slight boner.

#….

……I gripped the bat harder to shake it off.

Whew, nearly got a full rush of blood down there.

Pussy… pussy….

Such a beautiful ring to it.

"You fucking bastards, showing your true colors now. Come any closer and I'll smash your skulls with this!"

I swung the bat wildly through the air.

Meant to intimidate.

Backfired spectacularly.

"Pfft, fuck… what a loser. You've never swung at a person—or even the bat itself—have you? Looks like the bat's swinging you."

The tall, agile-looking fucker smacked his lips and mocked me.

"Look closer—that weapon's not half bad. Hand it over nice and quiet, and I'll kill you painlessly, you shit."

Gulp.

Watching him size up my combat ability in seconds, I felt the gap in skill crystal clear.

Of course a guy who'd murdered people would outclass me.

And he wasn't unarmed either.

"Heh, good thing I brought this just in case."

He drew a half-rusted kitchen knife from his belt.

"…."

Whoa, fuck.

A kitchen knife's harmless for cooking.

But picturing it stabbing a person? Nothing scarier.

My mouth went bone-dry in an instant.

The funny part?

Not really scared of dying to that knife.

#More like…

#Losing all the progress I've made on Han Seolyu.

#Fuck, there's still so much of her body I haven't tasted.

#Not yet!

#Pussy, pussy, pussy!

Thoughts raced through my head.

What to do, what to do, what to do.

"Pfft, I can hear your brain grinding from here, you nerdy fuck. Drop the bat before you suffer, yeah?"

He assumed a solid stance, knife pointed at me, and advanced slowly.

"S-Seolyu. You start backing away slowly."

"What? P-pervert! What about you?!"

"I'll… hold them off as best I can. Don't worry. I might actually do okay."

I imagined it.

Even if that knife grazed my flesh, or straight-up stabbed my gut.

I'd smash that fucker's skull—or at least his dick.

'Think I can pull it off?'

In movies and anime.

Protagonists get stabbed in the gut and keep fighting fine.

'No reason I can't!'

Right as I steeled myself to let Han Seolyu escape.

"Fuck, you think I'll let her run? Hey, Bongsik! When I charge the guy, you grab that bitch so she can't bolt."

"O-okay…!"

Thinking it over.

These weren't NPCs or extras waiting their turn.

They weren't gonna stand by idly.

And as Han Seolyu tried to retreat, they rushed me even faster.

"Fuck! Get in here, you bastards!"

You think I'd let you steal my pussy?

I haven't even sucked her pussy yet.

Haven't drunk her piss.

Haven't buried my face in her asshole.

#Crazy bastard….

Above all, her flavors and scents were too precious to sample just once.

The slight warmth and musk from her crotch, only sniffable there.

The cozy allure and feminine armpit stench.

The softness of her soles, the reward of tonguing between her toes!

Thinking of that, I felt ready to 1v1 the demon king himself.

"Fuck you, cumrag! Think I won't charge just 'cause you said so?!"

"…!!"

You mad bastard!

Aren't those nails on my bat tip scary?

I swung with all my might at the guy charging me.

Whoosh!

"Dumb fuck…! That's why it won't hit!"

…Thud!

I'd swung wide horizontally, hoping it'd connect.

He ducked fluidly, evading effortlessly, and thrust his knife up at my gut.

Too scary.

Too fast—no time to scream.

But then….

Wh-what…?

In that instant, I felt an unknown force take control of my body.

That was it.

My body moved on its own, ignoring my will….

"…What—Wha—gahk!"

It was pure art.

For real.

His upward knife thrust got casually deflected by my right knee.

Seamlessly into a kick scraping his shin.

And finally….

Crack!

"…."

The bat whipped back in the opposite direction of my swing, nailing his temple perfectly.

The bent nails embedded in the end punched clean holes through his skull.

Thud.

He crumpled into the dirt, motionless.

Blood poured from the holes in his head.

No need to check—he was dead on impact.

"D-Do-Dongmin…!"

"P-Pervert!"

Han Seolyu and the fat guy charging her both froze, staring at me in shock.

Ironically.

I was the most shocked.

'…Not as big a deal as I thought?'

From shorts streams.

Drama and movies I'd binged for ssalmeok.

Nine out of ten characters puked or got traumatized from their first kill.

Couldn't shake it off easily.

But me…?

'Hand didn't feel great, but nothing I couldn't handle?'

Something like that.

#Brain's totally broken….

#Happiness is sex after all.

#Ah, saved Han Seolyu's pussy? Boner time.

"Y-you killed Dongmin…! F-fuck!"

The fat one lost it at his dead buddy and charged me.

I deliberately left an opening.

And….

Crack!

My body moved on autopilot again, artistically pulverizing the fatso's head with brutal efficiency.

'Damn, fuck. This thing works like a charm.'

Killed two people in seconds.

I knew it wasn't normal to feel nothing.

But I thought it was for the best.

'In this insane world, a guy like me might actually survive.'

Felt kinda refreshing, even.

I hid those feelings, panted for breath, and turned to Han Seolyu.

"S-Seolyu, you okay…?"

Flinch!

Her eyes trembled with a storm of emotions as she met my gaze.

"Y-yeah… A-are you okay? Pervert? A-and sorry for… r-really trying to run…."

It was fear and guilt.

So obvious even a dense fuck like me could read it.

I nearly smirked.

'Ahh, fear and guilt….'

Perfect emotions for conquering the heroine.

Mix in a bit of trust and it's perfection.

"Seolyu."

"…!"

I picked up the dropped kitchen knife and handed it to her.

"Wh-why give this to me…."

"If you ever think I'll do something awful to you. Or if you can't trust me. Stab me with it anytime."

"Wh-what?! You call that something to say…."

"Means I trust you that much."

"…!"

I forced the knife into her hand; her eyes trembled again.

In a good way.

And….

I grinned at Han Seolyu.

"Seolyu, how about toast for breakfast?"