Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Heroic Qualities
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Even they weren't content with beating just one person.
They must have some kind of communication network among themselves, because a couple more soon entered the bathroom. They exchanged greetings, then immediately burst into mocking laughter at the sight of Deoksoon getting pummeled.
"Ow! Ack! That's not what I meant!"
"What do you mean not? You thought I wouldn't notice you holed up in here bawling your eyes out?"
"This bitch still hasn't come to her senses."
Her underwear and pants weren't even pulled up properly yet...
Deoksoon squealed shrilly as she was thumped relentlessly atop the toilet.
"Wait a sec! Aaa! You hit my bone!"
"Quit your bullshit. What bone? Is this a bone? This fucking bone? It's a tit, you idiot."
Girls with small chests were always like this, seething with envy and jealousy at the sight of someone else's glamorous figure. Deoksoon inwardly sneered, convinced that the woman beating her had her own complex about her flat chest.
It made her feel a little better. Of course, the pain soon came rushing back, turning her servile again. With every blow, her vision spun and tears prickled at her eyes.
"Ow! Ouchie!"
Before long, her hair was grabbed in a vicious yank. Sobbing pitifully, Deoksoon fumbled awkwardly to pull up her pants while held in place.
"This stupid bitch has always rubbed me the wrong way! Hey, you think just 'cause you're getting out in a few months, you can act blind? You must be cursing me out in your head, right?"
Startled—
"N-nooo..."
Deoksoon groveled obsequiously, biding her time for the future.
Just a little longer, and she'd be rid of these vicious thugs for good.
Once she was back out in society, she'd change her IP flawlessly and upload all their nudes and doxxing videos without mercy...
If only that Telegram room hadn't blown up...
With thoughts like these, Deoksoon endured day by day. She couldn't wait to get out, devour delicious delivery food, sit in front of her beloved computer, and revel in her free life.
"Anyway, this bitch or that Crow fucker... I'll kill 'em both. Just give me an opening. I'll snap their necks right there..."
Creep's gang still harbored a deep grudge against Crow. They eagerly anticipated the moment Creep returned to C Wing and crushed him brutally once more.
If things went just right, they might even smash that haughty Scardi to pieces. Prison life would be so much more fun then.
"Doesn't that pink-haired newbie who just came in need some proper education?"
"Exactly. But fuck... She's glued to Crow's side, so we can't touch her without catching Scardi's eye. Fucking bitches."
"Does Scardi even care about that girl? Looked like she hated her guts."
You couldn't call a place this dull—unable to even throw a proper welcome beating for newbies—a real prison. Their fists itched to pummel Lily and Crow too.
"Care? She's probably just working her angle to suck Crow's dick herself. She wouldn't give a shit if we roughed up the pinky."
"Then let's make this pig bitch do it."
"Do what?"
"Tell her to go 'educate' her."
Since they couldn't risk it themselves, they came up with a clever workaround. Like playground bullies pitting losers against each other for entertainment, they planned to send their poor Deoksoon to discipline Lily.
"Not a bad idea...?"
No risk of getting singled out by Scardi and thrown in solitary. And if Deoksoon failed, they could just beat her bloody instead.
"Hey, listen up. The second you see Lily, go pick a fight. Slap her right across the face. If you don't educate the newbie properly, you're the one who's dead."
"Sniff, hic... I c-can't do thaaat..."
Deoksoon, who'd spent her whole life as the victim, had zero talent for hitting or bullying others. Online, maybe—but in the real world? No way.
"What do you mean can't! You wanna get hit again, you little shit?"
"Aa! No! I won't!"
Still, to survive the moment, she nodded meekly. Meeting Lily alone was ages away anyway.
The odds of her walking into this bathroom right now were slim to none.
Tak, tak—
"Huh?"
But what cruel twist of fate was this?
Creep's gang whipped their gazes toward the entrance.
A woman strode in.
Pink hair.
A fairly petite frame.
The very subject of their conversation calmly took a seat on one of the toilets, walking in on her own two feet.
She might look like an inhuman porcelain doll, but even she had to handle her bodily functions.
Pitter-patter—
In the hushed bathroom, only the faint sound of Lily peeing echoed softly.
Creep's gang smirked and jabbed Deoksoon's side repeatedly.
"Ugh! Eek!"
It was a clear signal. Go crush that ill-mannered newbie's spirit. Show her what a senior looked like.
Sweat pouring from her in rivers, Deoksoon shuffled awkwardly toward Lily in the far left corner. A few hesitant steps...
"Disgusting."
Did I hear that wrong?
Deoksoon jumped, doubting her own ears.
In this sealed-off bathroom with no one to help her, Lily unleashed on Creep's gang without restraint.
"If you're coming, come yourselves. How pathetic do you have to be to push this poor woman to do your dirty work while you just watch from the back?"
Silence blanketed the bathroom once more.
The faint rustle of Lily using tissue to wipe was all that could be heard.
"What?"
One of them asked incredulously,
and Lily repeated it even more clearly.
"I said you're disgusting. Too cowardly to fight head-on, so you snivel and spectate from afar."
"Hey, you crazy bitch. Get over here."
Deoksoon, caught awkwardly in the middle, suddenly felt invisible as the gang and Lily locked eyes.
"Fuck, you dickless cunt—where do you get off?"
Thwack—
Utterly at odds with her bold defiance, Lily offered no resistance. She took the slap full-force, got kicked, and tumbled across the bathroom floor.
"Hit where bruises won't show. Don't make it obvious."
"Hey, pig bitch! Guard the entrance. Keep the others out."
This was nothing like beating on Deoksoon. No playfulness—just raw, unrelenting violence aimed at shattering an arrogant Hero.
Deoksoon trembled at the gruesome sounds but dutifully hurried to the entrance to stand watch.
"Ah, ahhh..."
It didn't feel good. No matter that the girl wasn't her friend—Deoksoon knew all too well what it was like to be surrounded and pummeled by three or four people.
She was Crow's little sister, wasn't she?
Was it really okay to just leave her like this?
"Um, h-hey..."
Even whispering from the back, no one paid her any mind. They were all too busy landing punches and kicks.
"..."
Deoksoon swallowed hard and clenched her fists with resolve.
It was time to honor her promise to Crow.
She still couldn't forget her first time. That sticky, snail-like copulation with her ultimate fave. She'd sell her soul for just one more round.
"E-everyone, st-stop it!"
And so?
Deoksoon mustered her courage. She steeled her heart thinking of Crow's firm, tantalizingly sexy body.
"...What?"
"Why's that bitch acting up?"
The women in the bathroom stared at each other, their faces blank with utter bewilderment.
For this sniveling extra—who'd always obeyed without question—to suddenly stand in their way? The situation was laughable.
"Hey, pig. What'd you just say?"
They wiped the blood from their fists on their prison uniforms and closed in. Deoksoon sweated like a waterfall, shivering uncontrollably.
No matter how much she missed Crow's cock, was it really worth staking her life? For real?
"St-stop it!"
Of course it was. Fuck yes.
If given the choice between six months in the slammer or never fucking Crow again, she'd pick jail in a heartbeat. For Crow—for that chewy, impregnation-bait body of his—it was a risk worth taking.
"You fucking rotten pussy cunts!"
So Deoksoon unleashed her usual online trash talk in full glory, halting them like some Hero straight out of a story.
Even she had to admit it was peak heroism. Tell Crow later, and he'd probably worship her tits while pounding her senseless.
"Haha."
Creep's gang laughed. Surprisingly good vibe, almost. Maybe they were so moved by Deoksoon's stand that they'd let it slide without hitting her.
Splat—
"Eok—?"
But Deoksoon crumpled forward amid a chilling sensation she'd never felt before. It made every previous beating feel like child's play—a genuine, murderous strike.
"Uk—kehek—"
Deoksoon, who'd spent her life glued to a computer,
knew schoolyard bullies' gut punches were a joke compared to these combat-hardened Villains'. It felt like her organs were being pulverized.
Even doped up on drugs that sapped her physical strength, their fists brimmed with killing intent.
"Fucking insane bitches. What'd you eat to make you this crazy?"
The scariest part?
That was just one punch.