Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Transaction Day
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I couldn't wrap my head around Ye-ji's words right away.
Who killed whom?
"Oppa?"
"Yeah! You fucking bastard!"
Tears streamed from Ye-ji's eyes.
She was naked, sobbing hysterically as tears poured down her face.
"Oppa... your real oppa?"
"Yeah... you piece of shit..."
Vaguely, I recalled the first time I'd seen Ye-ji.
Four men entering her room... and only three coming out.
The bag with canned beer... right in front of Ye-ji's door... and her laughter echoing from inside...
"Your real brother?"
The first man I'd killed in her room—he was her actual brother. And right there, with her asleep beside his corpse, I'd raped her.
And all I'd said was that I'd come back in a week...
"You..."
Was this woman waiting for me all this time, plotting revenge for her brother's death? Had she played along with my words, acted all sweet and affectionate just to lower my guard and kill me?
That pitiful act she'd put on earlier... her eagerness with me... was it all just theater?
Watching her cry started to feel uncomfortable.
I'd killed plenty of people before—more than one or two. I wasn't about to feel some cheap guilt over this.
But... it was a shame. A real pity.
Ye-ji and I were doomed from the start, never able to truly be together. It hit me how tragic that was.
The moment I killed her brother sealed it—we could never be side by side.
No, what the hell was I even thinking?
Our whole relationship started with rape, didn't it? Was I saying rape was fine? Did I really buy her words—that as long as she didn't kill me herself, it was all good?
I really was a moron.
"These guys?"
Ye-ji, still sobbing, finally forced her mouth open.
"Brother... and boyfriend."
It just kept getting worse.
Her brother and boyfriend. Right.
True to my word, I bought some Small Recovery Potions from the shop.
The moment the potions appeared in my hand, Ye-ji stared at me through her tears.
I sprinkled them evenly over the men's thigh wounds.
As their injuries slowly knit closed, a flicker of hope dawned on Ye-ji's face.
"So one of them's the brother of the guy I killed—your brother—and the other's the boyfriend of the girl I raped?"
The hope in Ye-ji's expression dimmed a little, and I found the shift amusing.
Something inside me felt... off. A little broken.
I didn't know exactly what, but there was this nagging sense of wrongness, like a foreign object lodged in my chest.
Something grinding, uncomfortable.
"Listen up, you bastards. Keep those ears open—your sister, your girlfriend's about to get fucked by the guy who did her."
I scooped Ye-ji up and laid her on the bed.
"Don't! I said don't! You bastard! Just kill me!"
"If I kill you, these guys'll grieve."
Her screams quieted a bit, and I spoke leisurely as I watched her.
"You said sex beats dying, right? No pregnancy, no STDs—totally fine."
The men, mouths gagged and bodies bound, could only mumble incoherently. Ye-ji glanced at them, her face twisted in conflict.
I hardened my cock stiff as I stared her down.
Just hours ago, I'd wanted to cherish her, treat her like something precious. Now? Nothing.
No—truth be told, I was thrilled.
Because from here on out, I was going to break her.
I sliced the tape binding her legs with the machete.
Ye-ji eyed me suspiciously.
"Spread 'em."
Her eyes wavered. The men's muffled protests grew louder.
This situation was too damn fun—my dick stood prouder than ever.
"Fuck... you pervert."
I shrugged and pointed the machete at the men. Ye-ji looked at me like I was scum, then parted her legs.
A body I'd seen plenty, a pussy I'd fucked plenty... but it felt fresh now.
Her changed expression made her seem like a different woman.
I set the machete down right by her head, like an invitation, and positioned myself between her thighs.
My cock kissed the pussy of the woman who despised me—like lovers reuniting.
I started rubbing my glans against her dry folds. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the sensation.
No matter how much she hated it, rejected it... the human body had reactions beyond its control.
A pussy was no different.
Hating me didn't stop the stimulation. Didn't stop the wetness.
Did Ye-ji curse her own cunt for getting slick? Was she trying to deny the pleasure building inside?
Could she even deny it?
Schlup.
My cock plunged deep into the woman rejecting me.
A totally different feel from before. Same girl, but completely new sensations.
Tighter, more gripping—like every inch of my shaft was squeezed and sucked, every ridge inside her walls palpable.
"Ngh."
"Feel that? Even getting raped by your brother's killer, right in front of your other brother and your boyfriend—you're still into it?"
My sharp words degraded her, and my cock swelled even bigger inside. That made Ye-ji moan again.
She bit her lip to stifle it, but when I reached out and grabbed her tit hard, she couldn't hold back anymore.
"Damn, you're loving this? In a situation like this? Pussy's gripping different. Moan a little sluttier. Your boyfriend hasn't smelled your pussy in weeks—least you can do is let him hear your moans."
Ye-ji glanced desperately at one of the men, fighting her moans.
I grabbed her and flipped her over.
Smack—my palm cracked against her pale, firm ass. Her sharp scream echoed through the room with the slap.
"Kyaa!"
"More!"
I kept spanking her reddening cheeks, then rammed my cock in deep.
"Aah!"
She couldn't hold that one back.
I could see her waist sink as my cock hit bottom.
The men's muffled cries had gone quiet.
Maybe out of breath... or realizing it was pointless. Either way, only their ragged panting filled the air.
The room was thick with their heavy breaths, the wet squelch of my cock pounding Ye-ji's pussy, and her occasional stifled moans leaking out.
Her body twitched with rage, revenge burning in her eyes—but yielding to threats, hostages, and pleasure. That lustful surrender was lewder than anything before. And as I ravaged her, my mind exploded with flashing ecstasy.
The room swirled with emotions.
That vortex only calmed when I emptied every last drop of cum inside her.
"Hoo."
My sigh made Ye-ji's body collapse.
She glared up at me with pure venom.
I just gave her a bright, cheerful smile.
She sensed something in it—her face twisted weirdly. When I picked up the machete, horror flooded her features.
"No. No. Why? Don't. Please?"
Quick on the uptake.
But too late.
"Which one's your boyfriend?"
"Don't! No! You used the potions! Why bother if you're gonna do this? I'll do whatever you say! Don't kill him!"
The word "kill" reignited the men's muffled struggles.
I hopped off the bed with the machete and stood between them.
I prodded one guy's stomach with the tip. Ye-ji begged even more desperately.
"Don't! Please don't! Why are you doing this? I'll do anything you want—just don't kill him! Please!"
"This your boyfriend?"
No answer to my question—just pleas for life.
It pissed me off a little, not getting a reply.
I raised the machete and slashed his throat.
"Fuck!!! I said don't!!!"
Regardless of Ye-ji's scream, the man vanished.
She stared blankly, then shrieked in a voice ready to tear itself apart.
"You bastard!!!"
"Cheap bastard."
Killing the guy—whoever he was, brother or boyfriend—right in front of her eyes didn't faze me.
Ye-ji's tearful curses sounded distant, like they had nothing to do with me.
I approached the next one. Her voice shifted to pure pleading, but I didn't care anymore what she was saying.
I just raised the machete and struck.
Her voice cut off the instant he vanished.
I pocketed the coins like it was nothing and turned to Ye-ji. She was face-down on the bed, glaring at me with terrifying intensity.
Now that I knew there was no future with this woman, there was no point in lingering.
No matter how crazy the world got, a relationship stitched wrong from the first button would never line up right later.
Resentment, rage, disgust, hatred... her eyes brimmed with every negative emotion. It was chilling.
I didn't want to see eyes like that.
Male or female, maybe that's why I'd always drugged them to sleep, raped them, and killed them before they woke—to avoid stares like this.
"Should I let you live?"
I had to get used to that gaze, those eyes.
The world had ended, and considering everything I'd done... I'd deserve stares like that a thousand times over. But I'd dodged them from the start.
No more running.
I needed to fully grasp the weight of my actions. Feel the pain.
Ye-ji didn't even bother responding, like my words weren't worth it.
Those lips... I'd wanted to hear sweet nothings from them. "I love you." "Forever together."
Feeling a piece of my heart crumble, I swung the machete down.
Ye-ji vanished without a trace.
Fuck.
Even at the end, she left me with this shitty feeling.
Great body. Pretty face. Amazing tits. Girl who picked the dumbass Can Beer Creation skill. Fucked her enemy without a second thought for revenge. And in this mad world, the one person who hadn't killed a soul.
No, who knows. Maybe she left just 500 coins on purpose.
But thinking of her personality, I couldn't picture her killing anyone.
What a stupid woman.
What a stupid bastard I am.
I collapsed onto the empty bed where Ye-ji had been and sobbed for a long, long time.