Man Hunters (1)
Everything in the universe inevitably comes with its dual nature. Where there's an inside, there's an outside; where there's yin, there's yang; the deeper the light, the thicker the darkness. This absolute law applies to human society as well. A simple example: slums always form on the outskirts of wealthy neighborhoods.
Paradise City, home to the highest number of millionaires in the country, was also a city of stark duality, boasting the nation's largest shantytown. Even the police avoided the area, where the prevailing attitude was that anyone who got into trouble there deserved it. And today, in one of those back alleys, a woman let out a ticklish scream as she strolled.
"Kyaaah! S-stop that!"
"Sh-shut up!"
"Just pay me, and I'll pretend this never happened!"
"I don't have that kinda money, you bitch! Spread 'em already! I'm a doctor! A doctor who drank American water! How's that? Pretty cool, right? Your pussy juice is dripping already, huh?"
"Sob... what a pathetic man."
The man reeking of days without a wash—hiding nothing now—was Kim Minjae, attempting rape in a deserted corner of the dark underbelly. His victim was a self-proclaimed call girl, perfect bait after luring her with promises of money only to pounce.
"I'd do anything if you just paid... Does that mean I can take it you have no money, resorting to brute force like this?"
"Yeah, fuck! Kicked outta the hospital, rumors everywhere so no job, my life's ruined! I'll just fuck women and live! Suck... You're not as hot as my mom, but damn, you're tempting. Anyway, in this shantytown, who gives a shit if one more girl gets raped—!"
Kim Minjae, his goblin-like face spewing rage, turned into a human skewer in an instant, collapsing on the street with a sizzle. True to his words, no one lifted a finger to help a man electrocuted by a stun gun in this place.
"Oh my, Eunji unnie! I could've handled that scrawny twig myself."
"Sorry. Seeing that little-dick punk act tough pissed me off."
A woman pushing 180 cm tall stood there, stun guns in both hands. Sparks crackled in the darkness.
"But how'd you know he was a little-dick before even seeing it?"
"You can tell from his face."
Yoo Chaeyoung, who moments ago had been trembling and sniffling, now grinned ear to ear.
"Drag this one back to base and train him into a maso. Make sure a shrimp like him never raises his voice at women again."
"Yes! Sounds great, unnie! Training dumb males to know their place is the sacred duty of us superior women."
Skull-faced Kim Minjae was slung over Park Eunji's shoulder and hauled off somewhere. No need to dwell on the horrific physical and mental training he endured. The only trace was that brief local news blurb.
"Tsk tsk... the world's gone to hell."
"Hm? What's up, Mari?"
"This again. Man Hunting."
"Ah..."
Mari, the ex-succubus who wore her police uniform like it was made for her, showed the chief her newspaper.
Kim Dahyeon wiped jjajang sauce from her mouth with a tissue and picked up the conversation.
"No need to sweat it, right? Anyway, let's predict this weekend's overseas soccer results."
"Gambling on sports again? You're a cop, doing illegal bets."
"That's why it's safe—I'm the cop. No one's catching me. Heh."
Her brazenness almost convinced Mari for a second.
"What if someone reports you?"
"Haha! I got a gun, what're you worried about?"
"......"
"I'm always top shot, y'know."
Evidently misreading Mari's dead-fish stare, Kim Dahyeon boasted about her marksmanship. No point arguing further. Expecting responsibility from this chief was like waiting for snow in the desert.
"Sigh... anyway! Already 49 victims. A mysterious three-woman gang seduces men! Kidnaps them! Trains them into masos and releases them in this serial rape case!"
"Ah, horse racing's starting."
"Chief!!"
Mari was the only one who could even nag Kim Dahyeon. The other conscious cops had either caught her laziness like a virus or quit the force.
"Wh-what's the big deal? Horse racing's more important than public safety, yeah?"
"This isn't minor! It's linked to illegal drugs too!"
"Illegal drugs?"
"Yeah! These psychos force the drugs on the victims' moms, sisters, girlfriends who come to pick them up, addicting them!"
"Hmm..."
Kim Dahyeon's eyes still flicked to the horse racing monitor, but Mari pressed on excitedly.
"The drug's so potent and addictive that once exposed, even watching a loved one get trained right in front of them, women beg the Man Hunters on their knees for more! We gotta catch these ones!"
"They'll sort themselves out... Why should we cops butt in?"
"Argh...!!"
"Okay, okay, put the fist down, Lieutenant."
As Mari fumed for real, Kim Dahyeon reluctantly closed her laptop. She stood—barely—but pouted like a kid hating chores, the picture of reluctance.
Thinking back, she once had dreams of working hard to be a great cop. Now? Just punching the clock for a paycheck, no sacrifices for the force—the epitome of MZ generation malaise. Of course, thanks to Kim Hoyoung's hypnosis.
"Victims brainwashed by them walk around chanting 'Males are inferior; being dominated by superior women is their true purpose.' Far from resenting their kidnappers and trainers, some even thank them: 'Thank you for awakening me from my ignorance and rudeness toward women.' It's a special crime where victims don't hate perps, making it extra hard to solve…………What are you doing right now?"
"Huh? Doing what?"
"No, what's that in your hand?"
"Oh, this? Panties."
"I can see that."
Impossible to discuss seriously with Kim Dahyeon in her right mind, she sniffed men's triangular briefs like a kid sneaking snacks in class while taking the report.
"These are the ones Hoyoung wore till yesterday. Jiwon bought 'em for big bucks."
"What money does a civil servant have for expensive stuff?"
"Oh, turns out I do. Y'know, every year, billions pour into police HQ from somewhere..."
"That's national budget for public safety! You didn't buy men's panties with that, did you?!"
"Wait! Don't misunderstand! These are Hoyoung's panties!"
As if that explained everything, Kim Dahyeon calmly sniffed again. Her right hand had slipped into her pants, wriggling naturally.
"Mmm~♡ Top-grade with Hoyoung's wet dream cum on 'em. Took so much to snag these. Sniff sniff."
"Put that away and get your hand outta your pants! Why're you lounging like a tourist at a resort when I said it's serious!!"
Lieutenant Mari spat fire like a goblin. Not a metaphor—actual flames. In her prime, she could've torched the station, but power-drained now, it just visually showed her rage.
"Wh-what? What'd I do wrong?"
But Kim Dahyeon puffed her cheeks, genuinely aggrieved.
"I-I still handle Hoyoung's security perfectly, y'know."
"I admit that, but!"
Though not directly trained by Kim Hoyoung herself, Mari accepted the world order he ruled.
"Cops are supposed to protect citizens!"
"...You're an otherworld demon. Why care?"
"Still! Now! I'm a cop, you lazy bum!!"
Yelling and pointing did nothing; Kim Dahyeon just pouted childishly, unrepentant. Mari seethed, unable to scold her superior, burning inside alone.
"Why so mad? Something bad happen?"
"This is all your fault!"
"When you're that pissed, sniff Hoyoung's cum scent and slow-masturbate for healing. I do it when work tires me out—"
"You don't work!!"
Mari snatched the panties—bought with embezzled police funds—and flung them down, giving up on her boss and storming out alone.
"Ahh! Hoyoung's panties! Nooo! My panties! Sniff. Still good? Sniff. Phew, cum's intact."
"I'm done! Jerk off there! I'll catch those Man Hunters myself!"
Mari donned her cap and mobilized solo.
—Paradise City's public safety now rested on the lieutenant's shoulders.