Chapter 22 - Escape (1)
I escape today. From this house, and from this fucking bitch.
Hngh, hngh, you fucking cunt…
Even I know how pathetic I look sniffling like some fragile girl, but I can't help it. A week ago, I turned into the world's sluttiest, most broken fuckboy who spreads his legs after a few fucks.
Over those few days, enduring Min Eunjeong's overwhelming lust, I've been living like a soulless doll—yeah, a flesh puppet fits perfectly. Just as my revenge and will to escape were melting away under that crushing pleasure, reduced to nothing but a body that accepts this woman's form—
Fuck…
Yesterday, that horrific shit finally happened.
I could tolerate being made to stroll naked down a dark alley at night. It's embarrassing only for me, after all.
I could endure being woken at dawn for forced fellatio in my sleep.
But anal—her slurping my dick with that schlurp-schlurp—that was utterly unforgivable!
The moment I woke up, it was too late. The deed was done. It crushed my dignity, a truly horrific, unthinkable violation.
But thanks to that, my mind snapped awake.
Like cold water splashed on a drowsy face, the intense pain revived my dying resistance. Should I call this a blessing? Or pity myself for needing agony to awaken…?
Either way, this is my absolute last chance.
Time's running out.
I need to shake off this naked bitch on top of me somehow, activate Ivan 5 to distribute the brain damage to clones, and bolt.
It looks flimsy, full of holes, but if it wakes sleeping Min Eunjeong, this hard-won opportunity goes poof. If I'm caught… I can't even imagine the hell I'll be reduced to.
Still, it has to be now. No other choice. I have to try escaping right this second.
No time. Who knows when she'll wake and pull some new stunt? It has to be now. I need to run, no matter what. No time for detailed, perfect plans.
Self-justifying like I'm explaining to someone, I skip reviewing this half-assed scheme and commit to executing it immediately.
"Hngh…"
First, I need to shove this body off me…
Like before, her massive frame makes it no easy task to slip out.
"Nngh…"
No other way, so I wriggle slowly, ever so slowly, inching out from underneath like a turtle. Using hands and belly, I creep outward bit by bit.
"Ugh…"
Thank fuck, while I'm grunting and struggling free, Min Eunjeong doesn't even twitch an eyebrow.
Phew…
How far have I gone? About halfway out, I pause to catch my breath. Clutching my madly pounding chest, I calm it and gaze at her sleeping face.
Her face is pretty… Shit, if she weren't such a bitch, I'd feel closer to her.
No matter how much I hate her, Min Eunjeong is undeniably a beauty. Fiery red hair, sharp nose, eyes like polished black jewels.
Even after all that fucked-up shit she pulls on me, her face stays gorgeous. With looks like that, she could snag any guy easily—why me?
Whatever. Pointless bullshit.
Rest time's over. Time to wriggle out like a worm. She seems like the type who sleeps like the dead once out. I can move a bit more aggressively.
"Eutcha…"
Palms on the floor, I push forward slowly. Her skin—smooth as a baby's despite all the workouts—rubs against mine, equally soft. Like touching dolphin skin, silky smooth.
How is her skin this good? Better than mine, even…
"Phew…"
Finally, I slide completely free from under Min Eunjeong. As I said, she's heavier than she looks; it took serious effort. I'm drenched in sweat like I ran a full-body workout.
Good thing I'm naked—no clothes means no stink.
Alright, now just head out.
Slipping away from her was easier than expected. Should've done this sooner?
Before clones and bolting, grab some clothes first.
Clearing the first hurdle so smoothly stirs a greedy urge to dress. Sure, it seems like wasting time, but there's solid reason beyond greed.
Running out like this? Cops grab me quick. As a registered villain, I'd be re-delivered to her in no time.
Clothes are essential. Even if it's that ridiculously skimpy shit.
Okay. Sneak over quietly.
I feel like the mouse from that kids' cartoon Cat and Mouse aired 300 years ago. Heels up, big tip-toe steps, silent as a rat.
Each footfall thuds—thump-thump—like a hammer to my hyper-tense ears. Just a few steps… but today, it feels like a desert mirage, endlessly far.
Phew…
Reaching the wardrobe, I glance back at soundly sleeping Min Eunjeong.
"Mm… Ivan's diccck, hngh…"
You fucking bitch, what kinda dream is that? Spouting such cockshit, you psycho slut. Slurping sounds and that nonsense—ugh, what a deranged cunt.
Still, she's sleeping soundly. No sign of waking soon.
Then, onward.
I stride forward steadily. Seeing her sleep-talk that deeply, I can walk normally, right?
Done.
Ignoring caution, I hurry—and reach it quick. Carefully ease the door open without a creak, snag my last shirt and pants, slip them on.
Feel the fabric against my skin. Underwear? That wicked bitch ditched it 'cause it got in the way when groping my ass.
Clothes sorted. Now jimmy the front door and out.
This old house still uses outdated iris-scan locks, even 20 years later. Easy pick—why haven't they upgraded?
I dash to the kitchen, grab chopsticks, sprint back to the door. Footsteps louder, but whatever—she won't wake now.
Shove it in this gap…
Pry open the ancient iris unit's cover, jam the chopstick precisely into the main system's slot.
Twist here…?
Click. Door unlocked.
Of course, iris-picking looks easy, but one slip triggers instant alarms—so a bit tense.
Skills haven't rusted. Picked so many locks for this thrill. Miss those days.
15-year-old master thief Mikhail lives on. Cheering inwardly, I grip the door handle.
Just step out—freedom. Oh, right, clones first to shunt headaches.
Finally breathing free air after so long. Clutching my thrilled chest, I fling the door open.
And then.
UNAUTHORIZED INTRUDER DETECTED!
INTRUDER DETECTED!
"Huh?"
Sirens blare loudly from speakers throughout the house.
And a creepy presence from behind.
I desperately deny it, turning slowly.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing up front?"
Her voice drips with killing intent.
"What, the fuck, are you doing? Ivan."
Once more, like a proper lady, she asks calmly, softly, without excitement.
Did he try picking the door to escape me? No, no— Ivan's already my personal fucktoy, toyed with by my pussy. With his abilities and range sealed by Long-term Child, what could he do? Yeah, stupid thought.
"Hands off the handle. Come here now. You need a beating today."
Just woke up, head foggy, can't grasp the situation. Guess I need to fuck him while interrogating. Yeah, that'll work.
"Come here ri—"
"No."
"…What?"
"No, you dumb bitch. Why the fuck would I?"
Unbelievable. Sweet, obedient Ivan, hurling curses at me.
Why? How—did some unique ability user brainwash him behind my back?
"You're joking, right?"
"Do I look like a comedian?"
"Haha… you little-dicked brat."
Like any first-class denial, mine was brief. Ivan was trying to flee me.
I kick off the floor, lunging like lightning at that tiny body.
Crack—the floor dents in my foot's shape.
I won't kill him.
Just rip off those limbs. So he never escapes again.
"Aaaah!"
Startled by my speed, Ivan screams and flops to the floor. Begging for mercy? Too late.
I reach out, grab his small face.
"Nap time."
Thud! Slam his head into the floorboards.
Not dead—just enough concussion to knock him out.
"Wake up shorter. Sweet dreams."
Daring to run from me? Cheeky little shit—rage boils over.
After all I've done? Tossing my devotion aside?
Can't forgive…
He played me. Planned to betray this pure heart anytime.
Unacceptable… Ripping legs off won't cut it now.
Smash his skull, turn him braindead, lock him in forever. My personal doll, helpless without me.
First, the le—
Poof—like a flour sack bursting, a loud pop echoes.
Even amid the blaring sirens, the odd sound pierces my ears.
"Huh?"
Ivan's body vanishes like a desert mirage. Evaporated?
I scan around briefly.
"No way!"
Bait? A decoy?