26 - Chapter 24: A Small Ball Launched by a Phone Call
"Kh-...!"
Jin Seo-yun reflexively tried to move.
But she was bound so tightly that her struggles were utterly futile.
Sneers echoed from all around her.
Through the mocking laughter, Ilina stepped into Jin Seo-yun's line of sight.
"You really are devoted, aren't you?"
Ilina squatted in front of the chain-bound, helpless girl and shoved a gag into her mouth.
"Did he take your virginity or something?"
With the gag in place, Ilina stood back up and pulled down her pants as she approached Han Su-hyeon.
"...!"
Realizing what Ilina was about to do, Jin Seo-yun thrashed even harder. But the sneers around her only grew louder, and her struggles remained entirely useless.
"I don't know what you two are to each other, but watch clo-osely."
Stripping off her pants, Ilina skillfully worked Han Su-hyeon into an erection. Her fingers moved like a spider over his cock, stroking him with the dexterity of a master musician.
It was a technique Jin Seo-yun—who had only ever seen a naked man in porn—couldn't hope to replicate, no matter how closely she watched.
Climbing on top of Han Su-hyeon's forcibly aroused body, Ilina straddled him and rubbed the tip of his shaft against her wet slit. As her juices mixed with his pre-cum, a squelching, lewd sound echoed through the damp basement.
The tip, which had only been teasing her entrance, was slowly swallowed up. Once the head was fully engulfed, she slid all the way down the shaft. Soon, his tip bottomed out against her cervix, burying his entire length inside her.
"Ah..., ah...."
It was the first time Jin Seo-yun had ever witnessed actual sex in real life.
And to make matters worse, she was watching the naked body of the man she loved being used right in front of her.
Despite the crushing despair, she couldn't tear her eyes away from them.
'Stop....'
That was what her mind screamed. Tears welled in her wide, trembling eyes, clinging precariously to her eyelashes.
"Hng..., hngh...."
Yet at the same time, without her even realizing it, a deep flush spread across her face.
Even though she wasn't the one being touched, her breathing grew ragged, and her panties were already soaked through with her own sticky wetness.
"Haah..., haah...."
Her body was burning up. Her heart hammered so violently against her ribs that it felt like her chest would burst. It wouldn't have been surprising if she had a heart attack right then and there.
'What is this...? I want to die of shame, so why... why does my body feel so strange...?'
While Jin Seo-yun was trapped in a state of sheer confusion—her body reacting to the extreme stress and arousal like a twisted suspension bridge effect—Ilina reached back and gently cupped Han Su-hyeon's balls.
"There's a good boy. My pussy feels way better than that brat's, doesn't it?"
Han Su-hyeon didn't answer. In fact, he couldn't have answered even if he wanted to. He had never even touched Jin Seo-yun.
"Hmm? No answer? Well?"
At his silence, Ilina's fingers wriggled like a spider once more. She massaged his balls, stimulating him just enough to feel good without crossing into pain.
"Ugh..., ah...."
When Han Su-hyeon finally let out a strangled groan, Ilina cackled.
"Hey, looks like your boyfriend likes me better after all. Is he only good for fighting, or is he just totally useless in bed?"
"Haa..., hah...."
"Alright, I'll be generous. Since your boyfriend has such a pathetic little girlfriend, I'll give him a real treat today."
With that, Ilina looked over her shoulder at her subordinates.
"Once I'm done, you guys can take turns with him too."
At their boss's words, dirty grins spread across the gang members' faces.
'Su-hyeon... gang-raped... right in front of my eyes...'
Her heart hammered even faster. Helpless against her own body's reaction, Jin Seo-yun squeezed her thighs together and crossed her legs to ease the throbbing sensation in her crotch.
'I... have to stop this... somehow...'
But it was nothing more than a desperate thought; she had no way to stop them. Finally, the tears clinging to her eyelashes spilled over and rolled down her cheeks.
At that exact moment.
With a deafening crash, the lock and hinges of the basement's iron door shattered.
Standing beyond the crumpled iron door was a woman with strikingly exotic features. She was a stunning figure with dyed blonde hair and tanned, copper skin.
Natalia chuckled as she kicked aside the ruined metal door she had just blasted open.
"Is this place a beggar's den or what? The door is fucking ancient."
"...Seriously, it's just one thing after another today."
At Natalia's sudden entrance, Ilina sighed and stood up. Pulling up her pants and slipping a knife behind her back, she approached the intruder.
"Hey, fix the door. Or pay for it."
Natalia smirked, clearly amused.
"Look at you, talking about money first. Typical broke beggars. You live like street trash because you don't have a single dime or an ounce of talent."
"Ha, fuck. This is why you can't play nice with people."
Having closed the distance during their idle chatter, Ilina suddenly lunged, slashing with the knife she had hidden behind her back.
"But once I shove this blade into your gut, you'll learn some fucking manners...!"
"Whoa."
Natalia dodged the lethal strike simply by leaning her upper body back. It was a fluid, practiced movement, just like a boxer's swayback.
"Haha, fuck. Are you a boxer or something? Is that why you look down on us? Do you have any idea how many bitches like you—who only rely on raw strength—I've buried...?! Argh...!"
Ilina didn't panic when her first slash missed; she kept swinging the knife in a fluid, natural combination that was surprisingly impressive for a street thug.
Of course, only by street thug standards.
"Oops."
Natalia, who had been dodging the blade with minimal upper-body movements, caught a split-second opening and slammed her forearm into the path of the blade.
The knife slicing through the air ground to a halt as the forearm of Ilina's weapon hand clashed violently against Natalia's block.
"Ugh!"
In the same breath, Natalia's other fist buried itself deep into Ilina's ribs.
"Gah...! Hieek...!"
The single blow was enough to completely knock the wind out of Ilina.
"Wow, you didn't drop the knife even after taking a hit like that? You're a tough bitch, aren't you?"
"You fucking bitch...!"
Goaded by Natalia's mocking tone, Ilina forced herself to swing the knife again.
"Well, if you don't have money or talent, I guess you've gotta have grit."
Ilina's knife and Natalia's leg crossed paths. While the blade sliced empty air, Natalia's knee smashed squarely into Ilina's face.
"Aaagh! Fuck, seriously!"
Ilina dropped her knife and clutched her face, collapsing to the floor in agony. As she writhed, a broken tooth slipped past her bloody lips.
"But even your grit is pathetic. No wonder you're nothing but a lowlife thug."
Natalia cackled, finding Ilina's pathetic state hilarious.
Seeing their boss—the strongest fighter among them—get utterly thrashed despite having a weapon, the other gang members didn't dare lift a finger against Natalia.
"Oops."
Without even looking back, Natalia threw a sharp elbow directly behind her.
"Gasp...!"
The impact of her elbow was immediately followed by the sound of air being violently knocked out of someone.
Park Ye-bin had crept up from behind to launch a surprise attack, but Natalia's sharp senses had already picked up on her presence.
Caught completely off guard, Park Ye-bin took the blow directly to her solar plexus. She stumbled backward and collapsed to her knees, gasping for air.
'This is bad... It hurts my pride, but I have no choice...'
A single exchange was all it took for her to feel the terrifying gap in their strength.
Instead of trying to fight back, Park Ye-bin decided to use her only remaining weapon.
"P-Police...! I'm arresting you for assault...!"
"Oh, wow, you're a cop?"
Sneering, Natalia ruthlessly stomped on Park Ye-bin.
"Argh! Aaah! Stop! I'm a cop! Do... do you want to go to prison for assaulting an officer?!"
"Aggravated sentence?"
Natalia didn't show the slightest sign of stopping, completely ignoring her desperate threats.
"Go ahead, throw the book at me."
"What...?"
"Do it."
With those nonchalant words, her stomps only grew more brutal.
'Ah...! This crazy bitch...!'
It didn't take long for Park Ye-bin to realize she had made a fatal mistake.
Instead of worrying about future consequences or making an arrest, her immediate concern should have been whether she would survive the beating from the tanned blonde who had just materialized out of nowhere.
"Ugh..., ah...."
For the first time in her life, Park Ye-bin felt the cold terror of death.
Overwhelmed by primal fear, her body moved on its own.
"Hng..., ugh..., I'm... I'm so sorry..., I... I didn't know my place and got cocky..., please..., please forgive me..."
Park Ye-bin prostrated herself flat on the concrete, her entire body trembling violently. She kowtowed, slamming her forehead against the floor three times.
"Well, look at that. I guess passing the police exam was good for something. You're a lot quicker to read the room than that bitch over there."
Natalia ground her dirty shoe into the back of the surrendered cop's head. Park Ye-bin's nose crushed against the concrete floor, splattering blood.
"Aaaargh...! Aaaaah...!"
Park Ye-bin squirmed like a bug pinned under Natalia's foot.
Natalia watched her squirm for a moment, then turned her gaze toward Han Su-hyeon.
"Hey, kid. Why aren't you answering my calls?"
As she spoke, Natalia flashed a bright, innocent smile—the brightest she had shown all day.