You Beast... ♡!! (6)
The “Gangnam club” most people imagine is actually closer to a fantasy spun by mass media. Of course, plenty of clubs still imposed strict entry rules under the pretense of “quality control.” But the real Gangnam clubs lurked in far more secretive, deeper places.
Instead of gaudy signs, they had refined, elegant ones. The entrances weren’t open to the public, yet everyone in the know recognized them. Supercars worth hundreds of millions were parked casually like cheap sedans in a supermarket lot, while sharply dressed young men and women tossed their keys to the valet with flair. Every time someone stepped inside, passersby who recognized the place would pause and stare with naked envy. It was the feeling of watching the nobles of modern society—or, more precisely, their privileged children.
And right now, an orange Aventador screeched to a halt in front of that very place. The noisy arrival drew every eye. Soon, someone whispered.
“Isn’t that Botal Rabbit?”
“Is that her car?”
The crowd buzzed and swelled. Among S-class heroes, Botal Rabbit was the most active in entertainment—the ultimate superstar. To the trend-obsessed men and women of Gangnam, spotting her was rarer than meeting an idol.
“Coming through! Official business, people, make way~!”
Botal Rabbit shouted cheekily as she leaped from the car, spinning through a perfect mid-air flip before landing in a flawless hero pose. The flashy fan service made the crowd squeal with delight, and the club’s doorman hesitated as he approached.
“Um… do you have a membership card…?”
“Gyuki’s inside, right?”
“We’re famous for protecting our guests’ privacy, so I’m afraid I can’t—”
“I already know that, so move, dumbass.”
She smirked and tried to walk past, only to be stopped. The burly doorman planted himself firmly in her path.
“What? You got a death wish?”
“…Lady Botal Rabbit. Causing a scene here would be problematic.”
“For me? Or for you?”
She cracked her knuckles with a loud pop and glared. The doorman felt his entire body freeze solid. He was an E-class Awakened himself—strong enough to lord over civilians like a god of war—but in the face of a true apex predator’s rage, even when it was only playful, he couldn’t even twitch a finger. A crushing pressure weighed down on him.
“…Please go in. We’d appreciate it if you could enjoy yourself with as little disturbance as possible.”
“That depends. Not on my mood—on the bastard waiting inside.”
Botal Rabbit let out a bold laugh and strode into the club, heels clicking sharply against the floor.
Doom. Doom. Doom. Doom!!
Botal Rabbit hated clubs. She had never once felt the urge to visit a place like this. What could anyone possibly enjoy about this brain-rotting EDM garbage?
“It’s so fucking loud!!”
She covered her ears and grumbled. A rabbit’s hearing was impossibly delicate; noise this loud felt like physical assault. She had to walk while shaking her head, her ears almost completely numb.
“Where the hell is Gyuki?!”
She couldn’t even hear whispers right beside her, so she grabbed a passing employee and screamed in his face. The man ignored her as if he hadn’t understood a word and kept walking.
“Ugh!”
Only after a loud round of stumping did she finally regain enough composure to look around. Half-naked young men and women writhed under painfully bright, flashing lights in the dim, hazy space. It looked exactly like mating dances between beasts in heat.
Tsk. Botal Rabbit clicked her tongue and moved past the main floor. She could understand young people wasting themselves like this, but compared to the real love she shared with Iron Colossus, it was nothing more than childish fooling around.
Slap!
“Kyaa?!”
Suddenly, someone smacked her ass hard. Startled, Botal Rabbit clutched her backside and whipped around. The darkness, noise, chaos, and sheer crowd density made it impossible to tell who had done it. Everyone was half-naked, so her hero suit probably just looked like a costume to them. Men openly leered at her legs and the curve of her ass, smirking.
“I can’t even kill these bastards!”
She growled and left the main hall, heading for the VIP lounge where the private rooms were clustered. As the thumping EDM grew distant, her mind slowly began to clear.
“Ugh, seriously. Just wait until I get my hands on that Gyuki bastard.”
Still rubbing her ringing ears, she walked down the lavish VIP corridor. She knew he was holed up in one of the rooms, but her numb ears made eavesdropping difficult, and randomly flinging open doors felt a little… excessive.
“Wait, this is official business. It should be fine!”
She nodded firmly and yanked open the nearest door. Inside the dark, stylish room… no one.
“Empty.”
She moved to the next room. Then the next. A few were empty. Others contained tangled couples who screamed at the sudden intrusion and hurled cushions. But it didn’t matter. This was official duty.
“Um… are you the next girl?”
“Huh…?”
“Doesn’t look like you’re staff, judging by the outfit… Sigh. Guess he’s finally started ordering girls from outside. Tsk.”
An employee frowned at her. She didn’t fully understand what he meant, but one thing was crystal clear: he didn’t recognize her.
Did this make any sense…? The doorman at the entrance must have told them she had entered. He would have mentioned she was looking for Gyuki. And she was literally wearing her hero suit. How could he not know?
She had never been treated this way since her A-class days, let alone as an S-class. Botal Rabbit stared at him in blank shock.
“He’s been completely out of it for two days now. Sigh, that Japanese prick. Anyway, go to room 13. Good luck. Tsk tsk, making her cosplay too… what a perverted bastard…”
The employee kindly informed her of Gyuki’s location and left.
“What the…?”
Botal Rabbit hesitated for a moment, considering following the man to demand whether he truly hadn’t recognized her, whether he was even Korean, and how any Korean could possibly not know her. But… well, no harm done.
She let out a deep sigh and rolled her shoulders.
“To think I’d suffer this kind of humiliation…?”
Room 13, was it? The very last room—the most expensive one. Everyone knew S-class heroes earned good money, but with spending habits like these, he wouldn’t last long at all.
She stomped roughly down the corridor, seized the jet-black door at the very end—polished so perfectly it gleamed like glass—and shouted.
“Gyuki, get out here you bastard!!”
She flung the door open with a violent bang.
Thump. Thump.
A table littered with fruit snacks, empty liquor bottles, and a completely melted ice bucket shook rhythmically, as if an earthquake were rolling through it.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
On top of it, a naked woman lay face-down, flopping limply like a broken doll. A lemon slice clung comically to her hair. Her entire body was covered in vivid red and purple marks.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her mouth hung half-open, thick bubbly drool spilling out without her noticing. Her half-lidded eyes had no focus left, and dried tear tracks had melted her heavy makeup into a ruined mess.
Thump. Thump.
“Gyuki, get out here you bastard!!”
Bang!
The giant who had been violently pounding into the woman from behind—her body pinned face-down on the table—slowly turned his head at the sudden noise. A bull’s head crowned with a gleaming golden mane. A deeply tanned, muscular body that looked like a Greek statue violently reinterpreted on a massive scale. Veins writhed across his heated skin from prolonged arousal.
“Oh?”
He stared blankly at Botal Rabbit standing in the doorway for a long moment, then snorted loudly and muttered.
“Wow. The real thing is even hotter.”
“…Eh…?”
Botal Rabbit remained frozen in the exact pose she’d had while opening the door. She had expected things to be a little sticky since he’d rented a room in a club, but the scene that greeted her was far beyond that. One woman being utterly ruined. Two, three, four more women sprawled across the sofa. And the towering monster standing completely naked, proudly displaying every inch of his sculpted muscle, his head nearly brushing the ceiling.
“…Eh…?!?!”
“Ah, shit. I’m cumming.”
The monster’s thick thigh muscles twitched wildly. He clamped his huge hands around the woman’s slender waist and growled.
“Hiiiieek?!?! Nngh!!! Uuuuuurgh?!!!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!!
The woman, who had seemed unconscious, suddenly began thrashing. Her legs flailed wildly in her prone position, kicking at his rock-hard thighs, clawing at the table, twitching and struggling like a bug being crushed underfoot.
For a long time—really, a very long time—Gyuki simply kept panting while gripping her waist.
“Wh-what…!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Hold on. Gotta finish. Oooh… whew.”
Gyuki squeezed her waist tightly and gave a few careless thrusts, milking the last drops of cum from his cock. Then—
Squelch♡
Pssssssshhhhhhh♡
He slowly withdrew the massive, steaming black monstrosity. It came free with a cheerful pop, and thick white fluid immediately gushed out like a faucet had been turned on full blast.
“Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy!! You—you right now, what the—!”
“Don’t get the wrong idea, sunbae. I paid for all of them. This is a capitalist country, after all.”
Gyuki chuckled as he picked up the woman’s dress from the table and casually wiped his drenched cock with it before pulling his pants back up.
“And I’d appreciate some understanding. Bulls are in rut for twenty-one days out of every month. Sigh, of all the times to get dispatched, it’s damn near impossible to hold back.”
He stroked the still-hard outline of his cock through his pants and grinned.
“So what’d you come to talk about? Hm?”
Whether she had heard his explanation or not, Botal Rabbit was staring blankly at the woman on the table. Thick semen continued to glurk and glurk♡ out of her like water from a spring. Just how much had he cum…? Was that even a physically possible amount? By any common sense, this was impossible. How could…?
It was the exact moment her understanding of human anatomy completely shattered.
The woman convulsed again. Her swollen, flushed pussy made a wet schlurp and spat out another thick surge of semen.
“Ah, did that surprise you? Hehe. Bulls tend to cum a lot in one go.”
At Botal Rabbit’s horrified reaction, Gyuki snorted with laughter.
A lot? Since when had the standard for “a lot” become this?
She looked around the room with wide, shocked eyes. Now that her vision had adjusted to the darkness, she could clearly see the state of the women on the sofa. They lay like broken marionettes with their strings cut, legs spread carelessly. Each of them was covered in dried trails of semen that had poured out of them.
“Civilian women break pretty easily, y’know. Not like a superhuman of your caliber, sunbae.”
At those crude words, Botal Rabbit unconsciously flinched and pressed her thighs tightly together, as if trying to protect herself by reflex. Even so, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the woman on the table, who was still sporadically expelling thick globs of semen.
What an interesting bitch. Better than I expected.
Gyuki chuckled, puffing air through his nostrils.