Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Deviation
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Warm water washed over my body, but it did nothing to cleanse the filthy feeling clinging to me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Yeah, I never really thought things would go smoothly from the start. What kind of idiot expects blind obedience from the bastard who killed his own girlfriend? Like this is some hentai or AV flick? That's on me for being a moron.
Part of me wanted to march right back and beat the shit out of him on the spot.
But that would mean I'd lost.
If Min-ji ended up dead because of it, my defeat would be etched in stone forever, with no chance of turning it around.
I'd started this venture with bold arrogance.
Throwing it all away over something like this? My pride wouldn't allow it.
Yeah, pride.
Win or lose, I had to see it through to the end.
I couldn't just give up now.
I finished showering and threw on some clothes.
I couldn't stick around here stewing in this grime.
I had to wash it away somehow, so I forced myself to head outside.
"This is the perfect setup to get myself killed."
I knew my current state wasn't normal. I knew I needed to cool my head. But I had no better ideas.
I just wanted to kill and fuck like some beast.
"Hoo."
2 a.m.
I slipped out of the bunker quietly and stuck to the shadows as I headed toward the bustling district.
Craving some chaos tonight, I'd come to a spot I usually avoided. I climbed silently to the rooftop of a three-story building.
I'd bolted out of the bunker like a raging beast, but in the end, I was still a coward.
To stay alive, I had to stick to my usual methods.
Ugh. What a pathetic loser.
Breathing in the pre-dawn air on these unsafe streets finally started to clear my head.
Why the hell did I even come out here?
I should've just put Min-ji to sleep and jammed it into her unresponsive hole.
Suddenly, something popped into my mind.
Ye-ji. Kim Ye-ji.
I hadn't set a firm date, but I'd figured about a week in my head.
Counting the days, tomorrow made exactly one week.
What choice had she made? If I showed up... would she take me in without a fight?
You lunatic.
After getting humiliated like that, and you're still not right in the head.
What are you even hoping for? You think some romance novel bullshit is gonna happen in this fucked-up world?
Loser, loser, loser.
I huddled in the corner of the rooftop, lost in my pathetic thoughts.
Screw it. Time to head back.
A loser like me belongs back home.
As I descended from the rooftop and stepped into the alley, a shout suddenly rang out.
I ducked into cover and peeked out just enough to scan the alley.
"You fucker!"
"You piece of shit!"
"Die, fucker!"
A handful of guys were brawling.
And watching them was a woman.
Too far to see clearly, but she was dressed pretty provocatively.
I shifted my gaze from her to the men.
Five guys total—two against three. Shockingly, the pair was dominating the trio, beating them senseless.
What the hell? What's going on here?
Hiding in the alley and peeking at the fight, one of the duo smashed his fist into the temple of one of the three.
The struck man flew into the wall and vanished.
Crazy... Did he just kill a guy with a punch?
Even if he unluckily bashed his head against the wall, that was some insane shit. I couldn't believe my eyes.
The remaining two from the trio stared blankly at the killer, probably thinking the same as me.
Why aren't they using skills?
No combat skills at all?
The two survivors hesitated, then bolted.
Punch Guy nodded to his partner, who shouted briefly.
A bolt of lightning crashed from the clear sky, striking one fleeing man dead-on.
He crumpled and disappeared.
"Arghhh!"
The last man sprinted at full speed.
But Lightning Guy yelled "Lightning!" again, and he vanished too.
Insane... They held back skills from the start? With that kind of power, why fist-fight?
Punch Guy and Lightning Guy grinned smugly and casually scooped up the coins.
"Worth the wait, cutie?"
The woman they'd called "cutie" eyed them with utter disdain.
Cutie? What kind of naming sense is that?
Punch Guy grabbed her arm roughly. She shook him off irritably, but his grip didn't budge.
"Fuck, playing hard to get?"
"I'm not expensive. Pay up if you want it."
"Hah, listen to this bitch. You know your situation? We just saved you from those three thugs, right? So you should be like, 'Thank you for saving me!' and hike up that skirt!"
"What the fuck are you saying, you psycho? Those were my customers! You killed them all and now you're pulling this shit?!"
"Ha. Look at this slut's attitude."
Punch Guy slapped her cheek.
Her head snapped around from the force. She glared daggers and snarled viciously.
"You fucker! You hit me!? Hit me, huh!? Why don't you just kill me then?!"
Punch Guy flinched at her feral words.
But realizing he'd shown weakness only fueled his rage. He drove a fist into her gut.
"Urk... guh."
"Fuck, seriously. This bitch is nuts. Whatever, let's drag her off and fuck her. She's not gonna play nice, just wasting time."
Punch Guy hoisted the doubled-over woman onto his shoulder like luggage.
"Let... let me go, you fucking bastards..."
"Heh, full of fire. Gonna pound you till you break tonight..."
But Punch Guy's words cut short.
Both he and Lightning Guy crumpled to the ground. I took a deep breath, stepped into the alley like it was no big deal.
The woman, sprawled atop Punch Guy's body, stared at me and said,
"And who the hell are you..."
Still reeling from the gut punch, her voice was weak.
Up close, I got why he'd called her "cutie."
Wavy hair in loose curls, sharp makeup accentuating her features, a body dripping sex appeal, clad in skimpy clothes.
She had that slightly decadent vibe—total cutie material.
I ignored her question and stomped Punch Guy's body with my machete.
He vanished, dropping her to the ground.
"Ow, ow."
I pocketed Punch Guy's coins and did the same to Lightning Guy.
I figured they'd have a ton, but that's it?
Wait—they just killed three other guys. So this is all five had combined?
Sigh. I'm such a jinx.
No, it's not me—these street rats are the problem.
"Hey!"
The woman snapped at me sharply. I struck a cool pose, glancing over indifferently.
"Who are you? Why'd you save me?"
I snorted dismissively and said curtly,
"Get lost."
Then turned to go.
Nailed the cool guy act.
"Hey!"
She called again. I shot her an annoyed look.
"Wanna die?"
She smirked strangely at my words.
What was that smile? Mocking me? Or...?
"Ha. You're kinda hot. Wanna kill me, then?"
She hiked up her skirt a bit.
Sleek legs, smooth thighs—and higher, no panties. Pussy right there.
What? This chick's nuts too? Going commando?
But the sudden twist had my dick throbbing.
Never been here before, but turning it down felt ridiculous. I walked over.
She watched me approach with a provocative grin.
That expression was insanely sexy.
I grabbed her waist, pulled her in, and crushed my lips to hers.
For a second, I worried my amateur tough-guy act would show—I was such a cowardly dork. But she accepted my tongue without hesitation.
Our tongues tangled, exploring hungrily.
I'd never properly kissed before. This felt like discovering a new world.
My dick swelled painfully from the kiss alone.
She sensed it, undoing my pants mid-kiss.
I slipped a hand into her top—no bra there either.
Impressive... really impressive.
Not huge, but soft and plush—perfect just existing.
She pulled out my cock, pressing it to her entrance.
Needs to be wet first, right? But her lips were already slick against my tip.
I stopped groping her tits, hoisted her legs, and lifted.
Lighter than expected. I pinned her to the alley wall and thrust in.
"Haah."
Our kiss broke; her excited moan tickled my ear.
So lewd. I started pumping my hips.
Squelch, squelch.
The wet sounds teased my ears.
But holding her in this virgin position was tough. I set her down, spun her around.
She got it, bracing against the wall, ass out. I slammed in from behind.
"Ahng."
My cock buried deep, filling her.
She moaned sluttily with each thrust, her cries speeding up with my rhythm.
I leaned in, grabbing both tits.
Hard nipples begging for it. I twisted them, hips relentless.
"Ahng, ahng, yes, harder."
No woman had ever reacted like this. Her moans drove me wild.
I pounded full force; her screams grew louder.
"Agh, ahn, so good. More. More. Ahk."
Pistoning intensified. Finally, massive pleasure hit—I creampied her hard.
"Haa. Haa. Haa."
"Hng, hng."
Panting filled the alley.
She stood, my softening cock slipping out.
I pulled up my pants. She fixed her clothes, pecked my lips with a smile.
"Hey. Come with me somewhere."
She hooked my arm, tits pressing soft.
Irresistible.
"What's your name?"
Random question. She purred cat-like,
"Names are whatever. Call me Yeon-ju."
I followed Yeon-ju to wherever she was leading. No clue where, but I went.