Leisure Time (7)
“....”
Why the hell does my sister always go that far?
The irritating voice of my younger brother kept ringing in my ears. It was still four in the morning, but going home meant another lecture from Dad. I was too sick of pointless fights with my brother, so I stayed out here instead.
“Everything’s such a fucking hassle...”
I was sitting on a park bench, wasting time I didn’t even want, when I noticed someone walking toward me from far away. Normally I wouldn’t spare a random passerby a second glance, but the silhouette looked familiar. The way it strode straight at me, the blatant stare locked on my face—I couldn’t ignore it.
“It’s still chilly this early. You’ll catch a cold.”
“...What the hell? You came here to try something with me?”
The bastard’s face, hidden in shadow until now, finally came into view. It was the guy I had beaten half to death and sent to the hospital yesterday. Im Chan-woo.
“Yes. That’s exactly why I’m here.”
“...And you came alone?”
His absurd behavior forced a dry laugh out of me. What the hell was this idiot? Why did just looking at him fill me with disgust and irritation? Any normal person would have brought backup. After getting wrecked the way he did yesterday, only a pathetic loser would show up alone thinking he could get revenge.
“I came alone. My friend isn’t around.”
“Doesn’t your girlfriend know you live like this? Figures. This is exactly what cheating scum do.”
“...”
Unlike yesterday, he didn’t get angry at all. From the start he wore a relaxed smirk, hands shoved in his pockets, watching me like he was daring me to keep going. It made my skin crawl.
“If we fight with no referee, I can put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life while you suck your mom dry for money. Want me to?”
“...Bringing up someone’s mother is pretty low.”
When I provoked him, Im Chan-woo pulled his hands from his pockets and flipped his hood back. Even then his face showed no anger. He kept that same relaxed, mocking expression.
“...You really are a son of a bitch.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted to crush that grinning face into paste.
Player qualifications? Who cared. Not after what this bastard had taken from me.
Just like yesterday, I closed the distance in one burst and threw a straight punch. The motion was identical, but what happened next was different.
The face my fist should have smashed wasn’t there.
...He dodged?
By the time I realized and looked where he should have gone, it was already too late. Something blunt and heavy slammed into my stomach with brutal force, driving the air from my lungs. The impact ripped up through my solar plexus, exploded in my chest, and burst out of my mouth.
“...Kuhuk!! Uweeeek...!!”
“...Who would stand there and let you hit them if you do the exact same thing as yesterday?”
I couldn’t breathe. My head wouldn’t work. What the hell just happened? My eyes were glued to the ground, my mouth kept vomiting from the blow to my gut, and my nose was frantically sucking in shallow breaths to feed my lungs. Every part of my body seemed to be moving on its own.
“...You fucking...!”
I barely shook off the shock, moved, and threw another punch at the bastard squatting in front of me, taunting me. Once again my fist sliced through empty air.
“I’m not that generous. This isn’t enough to satisfy me.”
Im Chan-woo caught the arm of the punch I’d thrown. He made some incomprehensible remark, stood up while still holding my arm, and drove his long leg into my stomach while I was still on my knees.
“Kuhuk...!!”
The impact hit me so hard I nearly blacked out. This time he didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He kept kicking me while I was down.
“So, what was your name again?”
Wait—I can’t breathe...!! At this rate I might actually die....
“....Hong Su-a...!! Kek...! Uwek...!”
I blocked the incoming kicks with both arms and my whole body, then barely managed to spit out my name. His leg finally stopped.
“Ah, that’s right. It was you.”
Was I still alive? I couldn’t even tell if I was breathing anymore.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked me away from his leg, and brought his face close to mine. Then he unzipped my tracksuit and shoved my t-shirt up. Before I could resist, my bra was exposed.
“...You!! What the hell are you—?!”
“So you really are a woman. Your abs are nicely trained and hard. But these are so soft and squishy.”
With those words, Im Chan-woo groped my breast with his rough hand. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.
“...You piece of trash...”
“Yes. I am.”
He casually agreed with my curse, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and shoved me into the grass where no one could see.
What the hell was going on? This was completely different from yesterday. Was this strength a human could even produce?
He used the tracksuit he’d stripped off me to tie my hands, then clamped one palm over my mouth. Fuck—somehow—!
I gathered every ounce of strength and kicked him in the stomach with one leg. I barely got to my feet, but Im Chan-woo recovered at monstrous speed, grabbed my hair again, and slapped my cheek. The pain was on a completely different level from anything my father had ever done. It felt like my face was on fire. I collapsed to the ground almost immediately.
“...What do you think is going to happen to you now?”
“...Guys like you whose brains are only filled with that kind of shit all think the same thing.”
Without answering, Im Chan-woo started pulling off my pants. I thrashed my legs, trying to resist, but his overwhelming strength pinned them down. In seconds I was naked from the waist down.
“....Kuh...”
I didn’t want to show this bastard my face right now. I turned my head away, but he grabbed my chin with one hand and forced me to look at him. Im Chan-woo was still smiling that sickening smile.
“...How old are you?”
“...”
I said nothing and spat in his disgusting face. He wiped it off without expression and asked another question.
“...Then have you ever done it before?”
With the question he dropped his pants, revealing his grotesquely erect cock. Gross. Filthy. Disgusting.
“...Get the fuck away from me, you perverted bastard.”
“Ah, so you haven’t. Then this is going to hurt.”
Whether it was a warning or he simply didn’t care, those were the last words I heard clearly. A tearing pain exploded from between my legs, ripping through my entire body.
“Aaaaack...! Ump...!!”
“Be quiet. Someone will hear us.”
He crumpled my panties and shoved them into my mouth. My screams were trapped behind the fabric. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so fucking much! Fuck—take it out—!
Unfortunately the words I wanted never made it past the cloth. Only tiny, muffled “Ump..! Ump...” sounds escaped.
“I usually prefer to enjoy both sides, but in this situation there’s no need for that, is there?”
For the first time the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a dark shadow. He began slamming his hips forward violently, using my pussy like a cheap masturbation toy.
“Ump?!! Ump!!!”
“Is it this tight because you’re a virgin, or because you train so much?”
He looked down at me, muttering to himself and laughing. Fuck. I’m going to kill him. Tears streamed down my cheeks from the constant agony, but I ignored them. I simply glared at Im Chan-woo with pure hatred in my eyes.
I will kill him. I will definitely kill him.
“Ah, I’m about to cum. Where should I finish?”
What? No—don’t you dare shoot that filthy stuff inside me. Knowing the cloth in my mouth would block my words, I shook my head desperately. Please. Not that. Please.
“Why would I listen to you?”
...He stopped moving. I felt a sickening warmth flood in behind my navel.
“Ump?! Ump!!!!”
“I’ll pull out now.”
Smiling leisurely, Im Chan-woo removed the panties from my mouth. A flood of curses filled with unimaginable hatred and venom poured out of me.
“Even if a bug like you dies, no one would give a shit! I’ll kill you myself, so just wait a little, you fucking retarded son of a bitch!”
“...You probably won’t be able to keep that promise.”
“Scared now? Are you scared!! Too late. I’m reporting you and ruining your life. Then I’ll kill whatever spawn you have and ruin it even more.”
Im Chan-woo covered his mouth with one hand to stifle his laughter and pulled something from his back pocket.
...A petal?
“I’m telling you, you won’t keep that promise. You’re my toy now.”
“What the hell are you—”
He opened his hand in front of my eyes. The petal glowed with an unpleasant blue light.
“What is this, have you lost your mind?”
The moment the words left my mouth, the petal twitched.
...Was it my imagination?
The instant I told myself it was just the wind, the petal lunged at me like a predator that had found its prey.
“Kyaaak! What the—ah?! Wait..!! What are you—”
The petal melted instantly, turning into a liquid that stretched with eerie movement and burrowed into my ear, wriggling inside.
It tickles—what the hell is this...?
“....Ah?!♡”
What? Did that sound just come from my mouth?
“Ahik?♡ Mmm...♡”
No—I don’t want to show a face like this to a bastard like him...!! A warm, strange sensation spread from inside my skull. My face went slack. Before I knew it I was making a stupid, melted expression.
“Mmh♡ You!... Heh♡ What the....!!♡”
Am I saying that? No—who are you....♡ It feels so good♡ ..Tastes good. Ah, ah? Who am I? Hong Su-a—is that the name of this ‘body’? Ahik♡ There’s something in my headd..?♡ This feels so good.♡ What? What? Me, I ap@3ㅁㅈ^&8/9() ↑ah♡♨ㅁㄴuh?? Hehe?♡ gㅂ ㅈcbg¶ @)+◐ me?