Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Kurogami Reina's Demise
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"N-No... D-Don't ruin my... my clit... P-Please don't!"
With a harsh metallic screech, the melted door panel tore apart like paper and crashed inward. Even I had to admit it was absurd leg strength.
Kwangtang!!
A thick cloud of dust billowed up.
"Huh?"
The thugs inside all whipped their heads toward me in unison.
Behind their stunned faces, I spotted a crude set mimicking a girls' dorm room and a camera.
"What the hell is this psycho?"
"Who the fuck are you?!"
They were still dazed, not even grasping the situation.
In a one-against-many fight, you never let the enemy's carelessness slip by.
I charged without hesitation and shattered the jaw of the nearest bastard.
Thwack!
His jawbone cracked as he crumpled to the floor.
These scum who kidnapped innocent girls to film illegal porn didn't deserve any mercy.
"Wh-What!? Wh-What's going on?!"
Crack!
I followed up with an uppercut that pulverized the jaw of the tattooed thug fiddling with the camera next to him.
With those two down, the rest finally snapped out of it and scrambled for steel pipes and the like.
"I don't know what the hell you are, but kill him!"
They rushed me.
A dozen burly bastards.
Whoosh!
I grabbed the wrist of the one swinging a pipe from the side.
Snap!
I twisted his arm like it was a plastic toy.
"Gaaahhh!?"
I yanked his mangled wrist downward, forcing him to his knees, then drove a high kick into the face of another thug nearby.
Krunch!
Blood sprayed as his nose bridge shattered.
He went down.
"You fucking dog!"
The rest piled on at once, but they were just street punks who ran in packs—no real skill in martial arts or anything.
Not a single one had proper training.
I slammed a fist into the gut of the front-runner, then kneed his descending face.
Splurt!
Blood erupted like a fountain.
"Gahack!?"
Liberation.
The pent-up revenge and feral rage bursting free.
I wouldn't worry about the aftermath.
I'd just shove the evidence in the Academy Director's face and ask for help later.
First... I had to let it all out.
Bloody vengeance on the ones who'd made me feel this shitty!
"I'll kill you all!!"
Crunch!
"Grahack...!"
Cobs of corn stripped bare.
Snapping joints.
Torn flesh.
Thud! Pow!
As I knocked out each one who lost consciousness, the warehouse floor was soon littered with bodies like corpses.
"Hoo...! Hoo...!"
That's when I'd sent over a dozen to the dirt in a flash.
Clack, clack.
Loud heel clicks echoed from somewhere. A leisurely gait, as if whatever was happening here had nothing to do with her.
From the dark depths of the warehouse emerged a woman with black hair cascading to her waist. Her massive tits jiggled with every step—rivaling even Director Mesui's enormous rack.
And those swaying hips made you want to pump them full of cum on instinct.
That must be Kurogami.
She smirked and raised a hand.
"What a mess we've got here~?"
Rumble!
"Everyone out here!!"
At her gesture, as many more goons poured in as I'd already dropped. Looked like all the ones left in the building had gathered.
They looked ready to charge, but halted at her signal.
Her, huh.
"You Kurogami?"
She furrowed her brow slightly, glancing between her fallen men and me.
"Yeah. I'm Kurogami Reina. And who the hell are you?"
"Your grim reaper."
Pfft.
"Came alone?"
"Running in packs is for stray dogs."
Kurogami lifted a corner of her mouth in interest and scrutinized my face.
"Ahahaha! Really? Hmm~ You're that Korean kid who's supposed to be a good fighter, huh? If I'd known you were this fun, I'd have met you sooner. And your face is totally my type."
What the hell with this bitch.
Why's she suddenly flirting?
"Wanna get fucked? I've got plenty of girls lining up—grab a number. Wait your turn, and I'll knock you up."
"What? Kyahahahaha!!"
She burst into roaring laughter, wiping tears from her eyes and fanning herself. Even from afar, a sweet black cherry scent wafted over.
"Ah~ That was fun after so long. But you can't just barge in here and expect to walk out. Boys."
Tch... Figures.
"Yes, miss!"
Excluding the dozen-plus I'd taken down, there were easily twenty more in the warehouse. Plus two burly suits who looked anything but ordinary.
And yet, I didn't feel like I'd lose.
But Kurogami clearly didn't imagine I'd flatten them all.
"Boys, I'll head inside. Handle this yourselves."
"Yes!"
She vanished somewhere.
Where the hell—
"Die!!"
But as I tried to pursue, another yakuza swung a machete at me.
Deal with the spark at my feet first.
"Come on."
"Hahk...! Huhk...! Hahk...!"
"Ugh... "
"Gaaah... A-Ambulance...!"
Over thirty men lay sprawled before me, gasping raggedly.
But I wasn't unscathed either.
A folding knife embedded in my back. I'd clenched my muscles the moment it hit to snap the blade, but pulling it out was another story.
Ripping it free would cause massive bleeding.
Throb!
"Tch, ngh!!"
I blew out a bloody clot and felt aches everywhere in my joints.
My shin from the pipe hit and the ulna in my forearm that blocked the bat felt broken.
My heart and lungs were on the verge of bursting; my vision spun.
"Y-You... You bastard! Wh-Who sent you? Yamaguchi-gumi? Shinsengumi?"
What the hell?
Names like some yakuza game gangs—I didn't know shit about them. They had zero relevance to Koikan!'s main story.
"Cut the crap and tell me where you've hidden the girls. Oh, and while you're at it, cough up the ledger for the buyers and the server drive locations."
"In your dreams. Wanting the server drive? You're from Hojinpa, huh? Heard those Chon-senin punks have been rampaging lately—daring to send a monster like you after our Nishikiyogumi!?"
Couldn't make heads or tails of it. Sounded like yakuza turf wars... But I was just here to smash the guys ruining my love life.
Time to put this one down too.
I clenched my fists tight.
The broken bones stung like hell, but whatever.
Crunch!
"Heh heh heh... Come here, you fuck."
My forearm bulged, forcing the shattered bone into place. Ow, electric.
This must be the taste of revenge.
"Broken... arm...? Jesus... M-Monster...!"
Monster?
Hm. Yeah, even I thought I was one.
"Wanna take a hit from a monster?"
Smack!
"Gack!"
Thud!
A precise long hook to his temple dropped the last one.
"Hoo... "
Even I could hardly believe the carnage before me.
A whole platoon... armed punks, all beaten barehanded by me alone. One knife wound and two broken bones, but I was still standing.
Then, from the wardrobe in the makeshift filming area behind the fallen men, came an eerie sob.
-"Sob... Sob sob... "
Ah, that girl from earlier.
Bang!
"Kyaaaaah! D-Don't kill me! Spare me, please!"
"Hey, miss. It's all over. Go home."
"...Huh?"
She peeked through her fingers covering her eyes, then blinked her tear-soaked ones around.
"You... did this all alone...?"
"Kinda embarrassing to flex, but the deeper you're in this shit, the worse it is for you. So don't ask questions—just run while you're still in one piece."
True talk.
"Th-Thank you, bro!"
She clutched her disheveled clothes and bolted out through the wrecked door.
Now, time to find the important stuff.
-"F-Fuck, send more right now, do it!!"
A rough voice from the innermost room.
-"I don't know! Fuck if I know!! It's a total madman—over thirty guys alone, definitely a hitter from another gang—"
Bam!!
I kicked the door open, and Kurogami shrieked like she'd been struck by lightning.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
Step—step—
Her smartphone lay on the floor, screen cracked from hitting a corner, call ended.
My footsteps were the only sound echoing in the silent room.
"Kurogami. Hiding here alone?"
"H-Ho ho ho, b-bro, wait, I—"
I strode up without pause, raised my pot-lid-sized hand, and slapped her pretty cheek hard.
Slap!!
Flop!
One hit buckled her knees and twisted her face sideways.
Dazed expression.
Soul-shocked while still conscious.
"Wh-What...? Kghack, what... just...?"
Her bold red lips split, blood trickling down her chin.
Kneeling on the cold concrete, she took a moment to process, then glared at me with venom dripping from her eyes.
Oh ho.
Withstood the slap with a woman's body, huh.
Crunch!
"You... you fucking dog... Do you know who I am!?"
She snarled through bloodied lips, but fear mixed in her eyes—like prey with a blade at its throat.
"Woman of the Kurogami clan?"
No such family in Koikan!'s main story, but I'd read enough web novels. Obvious dark underworld powerhouse bullshit.
So what?
Like I care?
Grab!
I seized her hair and yanked her face up.
"Grrk... L-Let go... you filthy fuck—!"
Slap!!
"Kyaaak!?"
Another one. Her cheekbone swelled like a muffin, nosebleed gushing. Two slaps turn even a beauty into an ugly hag. Just like her rotten heart.
"Yeah, I'm filthy. Filthier than you can imagine. I think about sex all damn day. But... probably less than you? Hiding behind your family name, ruining nameless girls' lives—you're the real human trash."
"Cough, bullshit... Hrk, I was born to rule worms like you, I'm different...!!"
Her inner cheek torn, she shuddered and spat a bloody glob.
Still this defiant.
Hah~ True yakuza clan daughter. Tougher mind than those male punks.
I patted her cheek lightly.
"Listen up, Kuroshit. You're just a lucky-born whore. A spoiled brat who can't do shit on her own."
"Shut... up... Don't you dare lecture me, you gutter trash...!"
Reina clawed at my face with sharp nails.
I snatched her wrist and twisted.
Snap!
"Hiiiiaaah!! Haaah!!!"
The wrist bone crunch transmitted through my palm.
Her scream filled the empty room.
"This is pain. The kind you dished out so easily."
If I weren't this monstrous, I'd be socially destroyed by now, writhing in hellish agony till suicide. Time she felt the same.
"Grrk... I'll... kill you..."
I chuckled and hurled her to the floor.
Crash!
"Haaak, hak... haaak..."
Kurogami Reina collapsed, panting weakly. The 'Kurogami clan daughter' smirking behind her goons was gone.
Clink—
Something rolled from her breast pocket.
A shiny, sharp metal object.
What the hell?
Carrying needles around?
I picked up the long needle from the floor.
"Yours?"
I held the point to her eye; she flinched back in terror. Even a tough bitch fears this up close.
"G-Get... it away..."
"Spill before I poke a hole in that pretty face. Why carry this?"
Grit.
"Khk... Piercing."
She gnashed her teeth in rage, winced at the jaw pain, and teared up, then answered honestly.
Adrenaline blocks pain in fury, but minutes later, reality creeps in and breaks you.
Like a biker fine post-crash, then collapsing screaming. Same principle.
She was grasping reality now—the pain drilling her skull, that mouthing off could end her this instant!
"Piercing? Speak straight. You use this on yourself? Hm? Let me check."
I brushed her side hair to inspect her ear; she grimaced demon-like but without prior fire. No curses either.
Breaking slowly.
Yet despite her decadent look, no piercings on her ears.
"No piercings at all?"
"...None of your busin— Eek!?"
She spat venomously; I raised my hand, and she flinched instinctively. Pathetic.
Carries piercing needles but none on herself...
"You use this to torment other girls, don't you?"
Her evasive eyes flicked to me—like 'how'd you know?'
Obvious, duh.
Classic sadistic queen type—no self-piercings, toting needles? For others, obviously.
Perfect.
"Since I found the needle, might as well give you one too."
"G-Ghk..."
Her long lashes quivered. She knew I'd do it—this mad dog act.
But squeezing her last defiance, she screamed.
"Do it! Go ahead! Poke away!"
Thrusting her ear out defiantly.
I shook my head.
"Who said ear?"
I grabbed her skirt and ripped it off.
Riiip!
"Wh-What!? What the fuck! You psycho—"
Slap!
"Shut your trap."
"Ghk... Huhk..."
Another slap sent her groggy.
Not pitiful at all.
Tried to frame me as a sex criminal.
Filmed upskirts and sold rape vids for profit.
And in the original scenario, she wrecked Ren.
This is her due.
"Take it sweet, you bitch."
I shredded her panties too and pressed the needle to her crotch.
"You fucking lunatic! H-How can you even—"
Terror of a needle piercing her most sensitive spot swallowed her brain. Paler than her swollen cheeks. That haughty voice gone, now a quivering girl's whimper.
"I-I'm a woman too, you can't do that to a woman's body!?"
"Woman? Bullshit."
To me, women were just my heroines. The rest? Friends... or enemies.
"Here, I'll make it pretty. Your cute little bean'll go numb forever, but self-inflicted."
Kurogami finally got it.
That I was a psycho beyond her imagination.
Gender, woman's body—meaningless obstacles to me.
"Hic...! Hic...!"
Drooling hiccups now. She felt my sincerity in her bones.
Made sense.
Just imagining a needle in my glans makes my asshole clench and skin crawl.
For a woman? Peak horror.
Who told her to poke the bear first?
"Ready? Gonna poke. Sting?"
"Hik... J-Just wait, n-no, please wait... Bro, please... I-I'll apologize... I'll say sorry, so stop..."
"Eh? Might hit somewhere dangerous. Spread your pussy nice."
"S-Sorry... I apologize!! I'm sorry!! P-Please! Please don't! Don't!!"
I grinned playfully and moved my hand.
"Time to wreck our little Kuroshit miss's cute clit?"
I pinned her clit firm with my left hand.
Terror made it swell and twitch erect.
"Excited? Clit's fully hard."
"N-No it's not, n-no, don't ruin my... my clit... P-Please don't!!"
I stared into her eyes, exaggerating my right hand's motion.
"Bye-bye."
"N-Nooooooo!!"
Pssht—!
"Hiiiii... "
Pssshhhh—
A pale yellow puddle spread under her ass.
Hiiisss—
Scared shitless, she pissed herself and fainted.
"Heh heh heh."
Didn't even poke, and she folds.
I'm no torturer—wouldn't do that gross shit. Snap her neck clean...
I just faked the stab and pinched her clit hard with my left.
Her tiny, desperately erect clit trembled in my fingers at life's final spasm. Must've hurt like hell.
Anyway, time to wrap up.
"Now we're filming Ms. Kurogami's ugly side. Got it? No answer means consent~ I'll count to three."