21 - Chapter 19: Delinquents
Without even giving me time to savor the afterglow of ejaculation, the short-haired girl slipped out from under me.
At the same time, the dyed-hair girl finally took her hands off my butt and pushed me down onto the mattress.
The dyed-hair girl pulled down her skirt and panties at the same time and squatted over my body.
"Huu..., huu...."
Unlike the short-haired girl, the dyed-hair girl was a bit rougher. She also pushed herself onto me more aggressively.
"Ah...! Ah...! Ah...!"
The dyed-hair girl's face flushed with excitement, and her hip movements grew faster and faster.
As her hips moved faster, her actions became bolder. At first, she was just squatting and moving her hips up and down, but suddenly she grabbed my legs.
Forcing my legs open into an M-shape, she shifted from her squatting position to a kneeling one, placing my legs over her thighs.
"Ah..., fuck..., feels so fucking good...."
The dyed-hair girl's upper body leaned lower and lower. Soon, she was hunched over, wrapping herself around me from above.
My face was buried in the dyed-hair girl's large breasts. It was a bit hard to breathe. Unconsciously, I moved my legs and wrapped them around her waist, reversing our positions from earlier.
"Ah-hat..., heh..., look at this..., hm...? Wrapping his legs around my waist first...?"
The dyed-hair girl muttered, looking back at the resting short-haired girl with a face full of female pride.
"Hey..., I think he likes my pussy more...?"
The short-haired girl also smirked and shot back, refusing to back down.
"Whatever. That's just because of the position. He's holding out longer than with me."
"Haat..., ah..., th-that's because I'm helping him out too...."
While arguing with the short-haired girl, the dyed-hair girl hugged me tightly, almost to the point of pain.
"Haa..., huu..., huu..., then..., compared to when you two fucked..., huu..., if he lasts more than twice as long, shall we call it your win...?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Alright...!"
After that conversation, the dyed-hair girl began to squeeze me as if they were in a competition. She tightened her pussy as if to say she had purposely kept it loose until now.
The intercourse, which felt like an insect trapped in a Venus flytrap, ended with me ejaculating once again.
"...So, who won?"
"No idea. I didn't time it."
"Honestly, me neither."
The match between the two delinquents, with their female pride on the line, fizzled out just like that.
"I'm hungry."
"...Me too."
Once their sexual desire was satisfied and post-nut clarity hit, hunger—a primal human desire just as strong as lust—naturally reared its head.
For a moment, the dyed-hair girl and the short-haired girl seemed to completely forget about me. They sat at the edge of the mattress with their backs turned, chatting about what to eat.
"...."
Naturally, from my perspective, this was the perfect opportunity.
The automatic knife the dyed-hair girl had threatened me with was definitely small. That was why she kept it in her skirt pocket.
Recalling that fact, I checked the location of the skirt she still hadn't put back on. It was far enough away.
Carefully, erasing even my presence, I stood up. I clasped my hands, which were bound by the cable tie, and raised them high above my head.
And then.
"Huh?"
I began to relentlessly hammer down on the backs of the delinquents' heads.
"Aagh! Ack!"
"Gahk! Ugh! Kek!"
Since my wrists were tied, precise movements were difficult. Subduing them with a single blow to the neck like in the movies was impossible.
So, I subdued the delinquents by repeatedly delivering crude but powerful blows.
The barrage of fists from an Apprentice Hunter with a D-rank mana rank, who had trained and exercised consistently, was practically like being hit with a hammer.
In fact, the delinquents were so disoriented by the sudden impact that they could only flail around, unable to mount any proper counterattack.
As I stomped on the dyed-hair girl and the short-haired girl sprawled on the floor to make sure they were down, I confirmed they had been beaten to a pulp, bleeding from their heads and completely knocked out.
"Huu...."
Only then did I let out a relaxed sigh, gathering mana in my fingernails to cut the cable tie. It was a cheap, mass-produced item, so it snapped easily.
Pulling up my slipped-down pants, I left the building, briefly wondering if I should report to the police that I had been raped.
'...No, forget it.'
I quickly dismissed the thought, though.
Public security in this world's Korea was far more unstable than in the Korea of my previous life.
It was only natural, considering that individual physical power had been leveled up across the board.
That was why the Korea of my previous life had gone to such lengths to outlaw firearms and strictly regulate even airsoft guns.
In my personal opinion, making the requirements for self-defense ridiculously strict was also a way to thoroughly suppress individual power so they could easily control the citizens.
Even if innocent people suffered in the process, to those in power, maintaining control was probably more important than the plight of wronged citizens.
Anyway, the police in this world were far more corrupt and lazy compared to those in my previous life.
You could basically assume they were all taking bribes from local gangs.
If those delinquents belonged to such a gang or had some kind of connection, my report would easily be swept under the rug.
And if things went that way, I would definitely face retaliation.
If it was just beating up some street delinquents and running away like now, there was a decent chance they wouldn't retaliate.
So at first, I had thought about just playing along and waiting for them to let me go on their own.
But since no one could predict what would happen in the end if you got involved with delinquents like this, I gave up on that idea too.
In the worst-case scenario, I had to consider human trafficking or even being murdered. If there was a terrible risk either way, I might as well do whatever the hell I wanted. What else could I do?
Hoping the delinquents would keep quiet about this out of embarrassment from being beaten to a pulp by the guy they'd just raped, I headed straight home.
*
Life is something that doesn't go the way you want it to.
It was like that in Han Su-hyeon's previous life.
And it was the same in his current life.
In a dark room, a woman was knitting with a cigarette in her mouth. It was an incongruous combination.
There was no hesitation in her hands as she tirelessly worked the needles, weaving the yarn.
Even though the knitting needles and the pattern of the scarf being made were barely visible, the woman's knitting was surprisingly precise.
The quiet concentration of the woman focused on her knitting was broken by someone knocking on the door.
At the sound of the knock, the woman stopped her needles and spoke.
"Come in."
"Excuse me."
As the door opened, the light in the room turned on.
The woman's appearance revealed under the light was quite intimidating.
Her body, completely shirtless and exposing her breasts, was well-toned with firm, compact muscles.
Her face, with snake-like eyes, was certainly pretty, but it left an impression that would make a first-time viewer feel a chill before noticing her beauty.
Her ebony-black hair hung long and sleek, and combined with her eyes, it looked as smooth as snake skin.
Above all, the Irezumi tattoos covering her entire back made it clear that she was no ordinary human.
Even though the surroundings had suddenly brightened, the woman didn't squint and turned her head toward the door.
"Yes, what is it?"
At the woman's question, the subordinate quickly spoke.
"I think you'll have to go there in person."
"Is that so?"
Surprisingly, the woman stood up without a fuss.
"Then I must go. Lead the way."
Saying so, she stepped out onto the street wearing nothing but a bra.
A woman with tattoos all over her body, wearing nothing but a bra on top, and even smoking in public was more than enough to draw everyone's attention.
Yet, no one on the street looked directly at her, nor did they even steal a glance.
That seemed to explain the status the woman held in this place.
Caring about no one's gaze and receiving none, the woman arrived at the hospital guided by her subordinate.
Entering the hospital, she headed toward a double room.
Inside the double room, two women could be seen lying down, their bodies covered in bandages.
One had long hair dyed yellow, and the other had a stylish short haircut.
The woman, who didn't even put out her cigarette in front of the patients, asked her subordinate.
"Who did this to our girls? How dare they be so fearless."
At the boss's question, the subordinate scratched the back of his head and answered cautiously.
"Well..., we brought you here in such a hurry that we haven't figured it out yet...."
"Then I'll do it myself."
"Ah, will you do that?"
"Since all I have to do is ask these idiots right in front of me."
Ilina, the boss of the gang that controlled this area, took a deep drag and blew the smoke right into their bandaged faces, huuuu.
"Now, tell me. Who put you in this state?"
The bandaged face, having inhaled a lungful of someone else's cigarette smoke, might have coughed, but she desperately held it in and opened her mouth.
"Well...."
"Hmm. Hmm."
Listening to the testimony, Ilina nodded. She looked like a beast heading out for a hunt.