If You Touch My Family and Die 3
Messy bun with hair piled up haphazardly. Nipples erect and poking through her T-shirt. A seductive scene where she couldn't hold back the thrill of murder, sticking out her red tongue to lick her lips. Long legs, especially the love juices dripping from her crotch—she was clearly sexually aroused right now. Early twenties? Late twenties? Her age was impossible to guess, with her stunning beauty. But her prayer and mana were on par with Hadojin from earlier. In both hands, she held swords with the exquisite pallor of fine porcelain.
Where the hell did a pervert like that come from… Kim Gi-tae swallowed hard. Berserkers who arrived late surrounded her.
"What the fuck is this place?!" a hot-tempered berserker who failed to guard shouted.
"Destruction Sword, First Form: Spiral Dancer."
Silver flashes extended from both her hands, sweeping through the office. The two longswords writhed like living snakes, drawing spirals in the air.
Kagagagagagang! While the sword in her left hand spun clockwise, the one in her right rotated counterclockwise, forming perfect symmetry. Her body spun gracefully as if dancing, the blades tracing complex geometric patterns. Blood spurting from the berserkers' bodies blended with the silver whirl, creating a brutal work of art.
Shiiik! The first guard's neck was cleanly severed. As her right sword slashed horizontally, the left came down vertically, splitting his torso in two. Blood fountained up to the ceiling, but she was already turning toward the next target. Her toes barely grazed the floor as she spun in midair, the two swords crossing in an X to pierce the second guard's chest. With the sound of his heart splitting in two, his body flew back and embedded in the wall.
"You… what are you?" Her eyes burned like flames.
She gripped the twin swords in reverse grip, her lips moving. "I don't know if my son forgave you… but I can never forgive the bastard who sexually harassed my daughter… Haruna."
The killing intent emanating from her was enough to freeze every being in the president's office. A cold aura like winter wind swirled around her, and even the fluorescent lights seemed to flicker dimly before her.
"Hoo… hoo… hoo…" Kim Gi-tae stared at Haruna's profile card again, his fingers trembling so badly he could barely hold it. The guardian's name 'An Hyeonmi' burned into his retinas like fiery script.
"D-d-daughter… you said daughter?" His voice cracked, his throat parched no matter how he swallowed.
"N-no way… An… An Hyeonmi… nim? Saintess… nim?" Kim Gi-tae's face had drained of all color. His knees buckled; he could only stand by leaning on the desk.
An Hyeonmi's mere presence weighed down the office air, and with each step she took, the floor seemed to vibrate. Manager Kim had already soiled his pants—a yellow puddle formed on the floor—and he cowered in the corner, shaking violently. An Hyeonmi's gaze pierced their souls like a sharp blade.
"Bring me that bastard Kim Manager right now. Or you'll die by my hand." Her sword slowly approached Kim Gi-tae's throat. The reflected light from the blade grazed his nape, and the cold steel touch sent chills down his spine.
"O-over… there." Gasping for breath, Kim Gi-tae pointed a trembling finger at Manager Kim. His finger spasmed like a stroke patient's, lips turning blue.
"Th-there… that's the guy…"
His voice was barely a whisper. Seeing the crooked finger pointing at him, Manager Kim inhaled sharply. His face was ashen like a corpse, eyes dilated in terror.
"Are you… Kim Manager?" An Hyeonmi's voice was like a devil's whisper from hell.
"You… the one who groped my daughter Haruna's shoulder, slipped his hand into her waist… touched her ass claiming it was an accident? The one who made her drink every day after work… was it you?"
Manager Kim knelt, banging his head on the floor in desperate plea. "Hiiik!! P-please… spare me… I-I have a vixen wife and bunny-like daughter. Please… please… I was just following orders!"
His voice mixed with sobs, snot and saliva dripping to the floor.
"You look exactly like a pervert." An Hyeonmi's cold verdict fell. Her twin swords began whipping up a silver vortex in the air. The sound of blades cutting air rang like the harbinger of death.
Manager Kim flailed his arms to the last, screaming "No! No!", but it was too late.
Kagagagagagagagang!!! The sound of flesh and bone grinding filled the office. Blood splashed to the ceiling, walls adorned with red floral patterns. Kim Gi-tae covered his ears, but the horrific noise etched into his brain.
All that remained of Manager Kim, who had begged for his life moments ago, was one brown shoe and scattered meat chunks on the floor.
"Hic… hic… hic." Kim Gi-tae couldn't stop the hiccups from shock. His body convulsed in terror, pants soaked with urine.
"For the crime of sexually harassing my daughter, for driving her to alcoholism—your life pays the price." An Hyeonmi wiped the blood from her swords on Kim Gi-tae's expensive suit. Swipe, swipe. Her movements were elegant like an artist cleaning a brush, but the meaning was utterly cruel. Feeling the warm blood seep through his clothes, Kim Gi-tae nearly vomited.
"I-I really didn't know. Saintess… I truly didn't. That Haruna was… your daughter…"
He whined near tears.
"What did my son demand?" An Hyeonmi's sharp eyes gleamed. That gaze alone made Kim Gi-tae want to spill everything.
"Haruna's five years' salary… and a personal favor later. Th-that's all. Really, that's it!" He screamed until his throat was hoarse.
An Hyeonmi pondered briefly, then commanded coldly. "Ten years' salary. Transfer it now."
Her voice carried absolute authority that brooked no refusal.
"Y-yes… yes yes yes!" Kim Gi-tae responded reflexively, but dizziness hit at the sum. In a life-or-death moment, money meant nothing.
An Hyeonmi crossed her arms, glaring. Her stare was like a predator eyeing prey; Kim Gi-tae couldn't bear the pressure and pulled out his smartphone with shaking hands. The screen shook so badly he could barely see, but he desperately opened the banking app. He botched the password several times but logged in before lockout.
On the transfer screen, entering the massive amount for ten years' salary made his heart pound like it would burst.
"I-it's… transferred." He showed An Hyeonmi the app's sent screen. '700 million won transferred' glowed clearly.
"Keep my visit a secret from my son." Her final warning was more curse than command.
"Of course… of course. Y-yes… the bodies… we'll clean up no problem… yes yes." Kim Gi-tae bowed obsequiously.
As he straightened, he saw An Hyeonmi's retreating figure, hips swaying out the door. Her gait remained elegant, but she left only death and terror behind.
Legs giving out, Kim Gi-tae collapsed onto the sofa. "Saintess of Destruction… An… An Hyeonmi's son?? F-fucking insane…" It felt like a dream. Gazing at the bloodbath in the president's office, he touched his throat. The cold blade's touch still lingered.
Yesterday evening. My world crumbled completely after last night. Raping my little brother Dojin… and repeatedly at that. The first time was forced, but the second was an irresistible impulse. I lied to Dojin that it was a dream and took him like a violation.
"Haa…" Haruna stared at her reflection, berating herself. Wet hair clung to her shoulders, water droplets trailing over her post-shower skin. Touching the kiss mark on her nape sent shivers through her body.
"Ah…" A small moan escaped.
The feminine, kind Dojin thought it was a dream, but what if he learned the truth? Haruna's heart clenched. What if… Dojin gets so shocked he takes his own life? Recalling her delicate egenam's personality, it seemed possible.
But after breakfast, she saw Dojin rush out somewhere. Mom said he went to her company.
"What do I do…" Dojin's words echoed: I'll handle it, so don't worry. And when he returned, he'd resolved everything.
"No way…" She was stunned he got ten years' severance pay. Normally, one month's salary per year worked. It covered mom's rent worries and needs—no money troubles for a while.
"How… how did Dojin do that?" The boy who loved flower arranging and knitting had become a man. He'd confronted powerful assassins, killing two to save her. Dojin's change was unbelievable, yet she felt strangely drawn to his strength.
"Haa…" I finished showering, wrapped my wet hair in a towel. My face in the bathroom mirror felt unfamiliar. But… that video and… that one-eyed bastard are still out there…
Fragments of last night flashed: fishy blood smell, the one-eyed man's disgusting grin, and… on Dojin's fainted body, the pain, humiliation, and overwhelming pleasure that swallowed it all.
I touched my nape with trembling fingers. Dojin's faint kiss mark remained. Recalling it, my lower belly heated, thighs slick between.
I'm crazy, Haruna. You violated your brother. Guilt gripped my heart. Yet twisted desire rose—to hold him again, fill myself with him.
Transparent fluid trickled down my thigh. N-no way. Just from thinking of Dojin? My body? Startled, I wiped hastily with tissue. The hairdryer's roar tried to drown my chaotic thoughts. But amid the noise, my heartbeat thundered louder.
Bzzz- The phone on the nightstand vibrated briefly. My heart sank. Swallowing dryly, I picked it up with shaking hands. A text from an unknown number.
