Club Orgy (2)
"Hey, what the hell were you trying to do?"
"You okay...?"
"Your cheek's hugely swollen..."
It was embarrassing. Not the pitying looks for the pain—the pure humiliation made me want to crawl into a hole and die. I was just like that bastard, glaring back at them.
"No, but that bitch went too far. Does everyone just slap first thing?"
I hadn't planned anything specific. I'd just sidled up a bit to dance.
"Haa, I only got close to dance. Fuck. Everyone there was grinding like that, and that slut was too."
"Before I even approached, I clearly saw her rubbing up against other guys."
She calls them friends, but then slaps me out of nowhere, hops off the stage, joins those asshole guys who look like her crew, and starts mocking me with sneering laughs. What the hell else could it be?
"Haa, you okay...?"
Fuck. Seriously. Why the hell am I the one getting this pity treatment after going down?
"Hey, what were you gonna do?"
"You okay...?"
"Don't butt in like that. Let's just have our own fun, dude."
If this were before, I might've thought the same. Hell, I probably wouldn't have approached a girl first to begin with.
But now? Totally different.
Time Manipulation.
Time Manipulation has been activated.
The friends who'd been blocking me right in front froze in place. The deafening club noise vanished into dead silence, leaving an eerie vibe. My ears rang a little too.
"Anyway, let's start with that bitch."
Scanning around, there she was on stage still—massive tits jiggling, surrounded by those so-called "friends," the guys who'd slapped and pitied me.
Words like friends, my ass. One had his dick grinding her ass, another groping her tits. If that's friendship, count me the fuck out.
Target Designation. Those thugs and that slut. Minds only.
Target Designation has been activated.
The club was dead silent—no one could move. Panicked voices from the thugs and slut echoed awkwardly.
"Wh-what the fuck? Why can't I move?!"
"Fuck! What is this shit?!"
"Why's it so goddamn quiet?"
They finally clocked it, glancing around sideways.
"N-no one's moving...?"
"Music stopped too..."
"Everyone's just... frozen... What the hell is this...?"
Confused faces all around. I strolled forward slowly.
"Wow, friends, huh? These days you guys finger each other's pussies and grope tits and call it friendship?"
"What the fuck, asshole! Why can you move?!"
"Fuck you, you the cause of this?!"
Ugh, they knew and still talk shit. Fucking insane, you retards.
I sighed deeply, grabbed one guy, and yanked him toward me. He dragged limply, face twisting in shock.
Then slammed him to the floor!
"Aaaagh! Fuck!"
Yeah, that's right. Feel the pain proper.
"What the—?!"
"What'd you do?!"
"Fuck, you assholes can't read the room?!"
I grabbed another and flung him down. Thud!
"Gaaah! Ack! It huuurts! Hurts, fuck!"
Stepped on his mouth, grinding down.
"Mmmph! Grrk! Nngh! Ngh!"
Screams muffled under my foot. Even if they begged nicely, no mercy now.
Anyone calls me shit? Wham! Kicked his trapped mouth— agonized yell exploded.
"Aaaaaaaagh! Ack! Hng... hiiik...!"
"St-stop! Why, why are you doing thiiiis...!"
"Don't you remember slapping my cheek? Literally just happened."
I approached the shrieking slut, pinched both her cheeks hard.
"Wha, thiiis craaazy biiitch...!"
"What're you mumbling, you psycho slut."
"Touch me and you're dead! I'll kill you!"
Even after being tossed like trash from the stage, she hadn't snapped out of it. One guy was still wailing from afar.
"Kill me? How? How you gonna kill me?"
I smirked, adjusted his view so the slut was crystal clear.
"Alright, now watch close how I handle this bitch. You assholes brought this on yourselves, so don't feel too hard done by."
"P-please, sp-spare me...!"
"Nah, not killing. Not killing."
She begged in a trembling voice. I went to the shouting slut and ripped off her clothes, tossing them aside.
"Fuuuuck you bastard! You right now—"