Chapter 105
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 105
Chapter Title: Club
If someone asked the biggest reason for smoking, most would mention nicotine, the key component.
But in truth, smoking stems from the psychological comfort of inhaling that smoke and the relief from anxiety it brings.
The brief sense of liberation from stepping outside for some air to light up,
the short conversations shared in that moment,
the nicotine seeping into the lungs—
it's only when all these come together that you can truly understand smokers.
Yet Crow's cigarettes carried an inexplicable emptiness. No matter how many he smoked, they couldn't even touch the satisfaction of those he'd lit up in prison.
It was all Scardi's fault.
The cigarettes she'd given him still lingered in his body and mind, making his fingertips tingle.
Cough, cough!
Even so, Crow returned to his hideout and lit another one. He'd bought a few more packs on the way, but there was still no real thrill.
"O-Oppa... Th-that's bad for your... b-body..."
Lily, sprawled haphazardly on the floor mat and shivering uncontrollably, coughed repeatedly as she tried to stop him.
But he didn't stop, pulling out a fresh cigarette, putting it between his lips, and lighting it.
"N-Now, please... let me..."
While Crow had been out, Lily had rubbed herself desperately against desk corners and such in pursuit of orgasm alone.
But her body, having experienced intimacy with Crow, could no longer find satisfaction in such dry masturbation.
"..."
That was why his indifference hit her even harder.
Unable to do anything else, Lily whimpered and acted coquettish at Crow's feet as he puffed away on his cigarette, lost in thoughts of his next moves without a word.
"O-Oppa... Please hear me out. I'm really doing this for you..."
With the little woman at his feet spouting nonsense, Crow didn't even blink, just kept smoking.
He wasn't sure if it was his body's discomfort, but irritation gnawed at him. The displeasure from physical pain kept surging.
Those negative emotions naturally turned toward the women who had ruined him. His unfocused eyes stared blankly at the TV.
There, an announcer and an anchor were giving major coverage to the prison escape.
They expressed concern that this incident could cause a huge uproar while demanding that the Hero Association and authorities resolve it swiftly.
"..."
Listening to their voices,
Crow closed his eyes and finished his cigarette.
"Oppa...!"
...Even that fleeting moment of reflection was interrupted by Lily, making him wonder what to shove in her mouth.
"Hear me out... First, we go smash those other bitches properly. I have a plan...?"
Her noisy chatter showed no sign of remorse. Crow suppressed his withdrawal-racked body and unbuckled his belt.
"Ah...?"
He yanked the prone Lily by her hair, dragging her forward and forcing her to kneel before him.
"O-Oppa? Are you lis...?"
Crow had exactly two ways to endure his wrecked nervous system.
One was getting his meds.
The other was...
"Glrk!"
Without warning, Crow thrust into Lily's mouth, shoving himself to the back of her throat before lighting yet another cigarette.
Only then did the pain ease a little.
Without that sharp pleasure, his body and mind couldn't function.
"Gack! Hurk..!"
Inexperienced orally, Lily struggled to endure the sensation of her throat clogged tight,
her body writhing in agony.
"Pwah!...! O-Oppa... I-I can just suck it for you... Glrk..!"
Its considerable size overwhelmed her small lips. She had to stretch her jaw wide just to take it all.
It might have been better if she could move herself, but Crow said nothing, using the detestable girl's mouth like a disposable toy, thrusting wildly.
"Guh! Guhuk..."
After letting her suffer for tens of seconds, he gave her a brief moment to breathe,
and Lily knelt properly, trembling as drool and precum dribbled freely.
"Y-You're so mean..."
Even in this situation, Lily clung to her position, so Crow felt no guilt using her.
Wasn't this the cock she'd craved so badly?
So he'd give it to her, without mercy.
Not down there.
Down there, and she'd enjoy it too much.
"Y-Yeah, at least... like this with Oppa... Oog..."
Before she could spout more nonsense, he shoved deep into her cheek again, receiving her service.
His hypersensitive body reacted honestly to the slick stimulation.
Now, Crow
couldn't endure without this intense pleasure.
So he set the cigarette aside,
gripped Lily's head with both hands,
and thrust even deeper, shuddering.
Finally, he felt a bit better.
His mind even cleared slightly.
"Hng- Guhk..."
Beneath him, Lily shed tears, suffocating and trembling violently.
But Crow ignored her,
savoring the raw pleasure
as he pondered who to take out first.
"O-Ohk..."
Lily's body twisted in pain.
Even so, in the freedom he'd found for the first time since escaping, Crow used Lily however he pleased until the sun set.
His body, raped and violated countless times, seemed unable to properly climax without extreme play.
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Lily didn't reach climax even once through the entire night.
Having experienced women's bodies to the point of boredom, Crow had no trouble tormenting her.
He was just annoyed. Her screaming and begging to be allowed release meant he'd have to move the hideout tomorrow.
"So."
Only in the pre-dawn hours, when everyone else was asleep, did Crow finally ask Lily.
"What was your plan? Tell me."
Lily struggled to speak with her parched mouth but swallowed hard and told him.
"I... asked Deoksoon unnie to... announce that you're innocent..."
"She has that kind of ability?"
"Y-Yes..."
Crow mulled it over while smoking in the morning chill.
"Unique. I'll bring her tomorrow."
"O-Oppa...? J-Just let me go, and I can head straight to the prison and bring her..."
Lily's presumptuous words crumbled under Crow's insect-like glare.
"...S-Sorry. I spoke out of turn again..."
It seemed a significant rift had formed between them.
Of course, Lily still felt the same love for this newly brutal Crow,
but not knowing how long his anger would last left her anxious.
"Stay here and don't do anything."
"Y-Yes..."
Even so, on some level,
she felt an inexplicable pride watching Crow move freely, unbound by any constraints at last.
A bit broken,
but surely Crow would be happy now.
With her by his side,
and no sense of responsibility left,
he could finally be truly free.
"Haa..."
His tears,
his reddened eyes,
would fade someday.
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Crow packed his gear along with a pack of cigarettes and left the hideout. A few hours remained until sunrise.
The reason for his outing at this hour
was for himself, unsatisfied by ordinary cigarettes anymore.
"..."
Crow walked the dawn streets to a club he knew well.
A place he'd frequented while capturing Scardi before.
The neon-lit street,
at 2:20 a.m., bustled incongruously with crowds.
Crossing the particularly lively nightlife district, Crow scanned every building with his eyes and even noted passersby's outfits.
What he sought
was a subtly hidden tattoo.
A finely drawn black rose.
The signature tattoo of Scardi's organization, Black Rose.
His eyes caught a woman with the tattoo prominently displayed.
Drunk and exhilarated, perhaps, she'd tossed off her well-tailored suit jacket, revealing her distinctly lean muscles.
"..."
The moment Crow spotted her, he casually knocked out a waiter and stole his clothes.
The noisy club interior muffled any sounds—perfect.
All that was left was a bit of acting.
He knocked out another waiter heading to that table, hid him out of sight, grabbed champagne and glasses himself, and walked over demurely.
"Ahh!"
Crash!
He dumped it all over and smashed the bottle.
The mood shattered.
Every kind of liquor soaked her lower body, leaving a damp discomfort.
"...Fuck."
The woman cursed in frustration.
Expensive booze ruined by some lowly club staffer.
"It was such a good night."
Then she'd approach first.
Crow kept his head bowed, apologizing profusely,
while slipping a tiny needle between his index and middle fingers with one hand.
"How are you gonna take responsibility...! Huh...?"
The woman approaching Crow to snap at him suddenly felt something strange.
A peculiar sense of familiarity toward the man before her.
"Sorry, noona."
Crow had no intention of hiding his identity from her.
Instead, to let her know he was Crow, he stepped closer and looked her straight in the eye.
"I'll bring a top-shelf bottle to show my sincerity—mind if I pour you one myself?"