31 - Chapter 29: Specter of the Past
I stumbled as I walked. Every step I took drew stares from everyone on the street, but I didn't care.
Dragging my aching, throbbing body, I barely managed to make it home. When I opened the door, the female orc was already there, waiting to greet me.
She approached me with a smile, but her expression instantly froze when she saw the state I was in.
I lightly patted her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it."
Even though we couldn't communicate with words, she seemed to get the message.
First, I went to the bathroom to wash off the dried blood. Once inside, I noticed the toilet was completely drenched in water.
Just to be sure, I looked around and spotted traces of vomit that hadn't been completely washed away.
Only after thoroughly rinsing away the vomit was I able to wash myself.
As the water hit my wounds with a sharp sting, I came to a single conclusion.
'That fucking bitch. I'm definitely going to fuck her up.'
I probably won't be able to get help from anyone.
First of all, the police are useless.
Even in the Korea of my past life, which was famous for its safety, there were plenty of times when lazy cops swept things under the rug, only for the situation to blow up in their faces later.
If it was like that back then, how much worse would it be in this life, where public safety has completely gone to shit? On top of being lazy, the cops here actually have to worry about getting killed.
Which means I have to take matters into my own hands.
First of all, I have absolutely no intention of telling Seo-yun. She already went through a terrible ordeal because of me, so how could I possibly face her with this?
And Natalia is the last person I'd want to ask for help.
Relying on a woman that unpredictable and volatile is just asking for disaster.
As for the female orc, the underground arena is frantically searching for her, so taking her outside is a massive risk. One wrong move, and I could turn the entire underground arena against me just to deal with a single punk.
In the end, my only option is to handle it myself.
'Family matters should be settled by family.'
With my mind made up, I rinsed off the last of the dried blood and turned off the faucet.
Stepping out into the living room, I saw the female orc still watching me with a complicated look on her face.
I gave her a faint smile, then stared at my sister's door for a moment.
I briefly thought about knocking, but decided against it.
Instead, I bit my lip, went into my room, and lay down on the bed.
"Haa... Haa..."
Meanwhile, Han Su-in only dared to let out her breath once her brother's presence outside the door finally vanished.
'Alright... time to start again.'
Han Su-in fell back into her stance. She spread her feet slightly wider than shoulder-width, pivoted her torso slightly to the left on her right leg, bent her knees, and raised her heels. Clenching her fists, she brought them up to guard her face.
It was the most basic boxing stance, though she looked awkward and clumsy doing it.
A video site was open on her monitor, the screen casting a solitary glow in the dark room. It wasn't the porn site she usually frequented.
The title of the video playing on the screen read:
[Basics of the Boxing One-Two Punch]
"Huuu...."
Having not exercised in ages, her entire body was already trembling from the minor effort. Even so, Han Su-in grit her teeth and held her stance.
'Now... the punch.'
A punch starts from the legs. Han Su-in pushed off the floor with her back foot, transferring the power to her front leg. At the same time, she leaned forward and threw a left jab.
She snapped her fist back using the recoil of the extension, and right on cue, her right fist thrust forward like passing a baton.
"Hah...! Hah...! Haa...!"
As her breathing grew ragged, her throat began to burn. It felt even worse because her throat was already raw from the stomach acid when she threw up earlier.
She had always been uncoordinated, she'd been cooped up in her room for ages, and she was already completely exhausted.
Combined, her movements looked less like a boxing combo and more like the stumbling of a drunkard.
Still, she didn't stop until her body completely gave out.
"Ugh..."
The next day, Han Su-in woke up from a deeper sleep than usual, her entire body wracked with muscle aches.
Opening her eyes, she forced her stiff body out of bed. She crept over to the door and pressed her ear against it, listening for any signs of movement.
'Looks like the coast is clear...'
Cracking the door open, she confirmed the living room was empty. Since the female orc spent most of her time in Han Su-hyeon's room, there were occasional windows of opportunity like this.
'Perfect...'
Han Su-in slipped out of her room as quietly as possible, planning to make a quick run to the kitchen for a bite to eat.
But she had miscalculated. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, the first thing she saw was the muscular, green-skinned woman.
"Ah..."
She locked eyes with the female orc she had worked so hard to avoid. Han Su-in froze instantly, like a mouse cornered by a snake.
As if she'd been waiting for this exact moment, the female orc stood up from her chair.
"Ah... ah..."
The female orc scooped up the panicked Han Su-in, carried her into the living room, and laid her face down on the floor.
'W-W-What is she doing...'
Lying flat on the floor, she shivered in sheer terror the moment those green hands touched her.
But contrary to her fears, the female orc's touch was surprisingly gentle.
'Is she... massaging me?'
The female orc's fingers danced across her body with fluid skill, like a pianist playing a masterpiece.
Wherever those fingers touched, the deep muscle aches and fatigue began to melt away.
She was giving Han Su-in a special massage—a secret technique passed down only among the natural-born warriors of the orc race.
"Ah... ahn..."
As a wave of pure relief washed over her, a soft gasp escaped Han Su-in's lips before she could stop it.
When the massage was over, she stood up, feeling incredibly light.
The female orc pressed her forehead against Han Su-in's and whispered softly.
"◼◼◼◼◼◼◼."
It was an orcish blessing meant to encourage warriors, but since Han Su-in didn't speak the language, she had no idea what it meant.
*
"Oh my. What happened to your face?"
The moment I arrived at Natalia's summons, those were the first words out of her mouth.
"Fell down the stairs."
It was a cliché excuse, and naturally, Natalia didn't buy it for a second.
"Ah. So those are injuries from tumbling down the stairs?"
"Yeah."
As her eyes lingered on my injuries, I added,
"Not that it's any of your business."
Natalia let out a crooked smirk.
"It pisses me off when someone handles my property so carelessly and breaks it."
"Then go smash the stairs to vent your anger."
I started stripping to keep the conversation from dragging on.
After all, there was only one reason she had called me here.
"Now that you're naked, I'm starting to feel a delicious sense of depravity again. Not bad."
Just as expected, she didn't pry any further.
"Hey, since things turned out like this, why don't we do some roleplay? I'll be the mom, and you're the son. We're in a trashy, dirt-poor household where domestic violence and abuse are a daily occurrence."
"...I don't do roleplay. It's cringe."
"Really? Honestly, same."
Giving up surprisingly easily, Natalia suddenly lunged and grabbed me by the throat. She slammed me down onto the mattress, practically throwing me.
"Gah..."
With her hand squeezing my throat, my breath was cut off instantly. To combat the sudden stress and pain, my brain flooded my system with adrenaline, and my cock instantly surged to life.
Natalia straddled me. Leaning down, she captured my lips in a deep kiss.
Her free hand caressed my bruised, battered body before digging her thumb hard into my unhealed wounds.
"Ugh...! Ah...! Ahhh...! Hah...!"
My face contorted in agony. But the more I suffered, the more Natalia's face flushed, melting into pure ecstasy.
As my mind fractured under the bizarre, overlapping sensations of pleasure and pain, my cock was already buried deep inside her wet, squirming heat.
Between the suffocating grip on my throat, her fingers digging into my wounds, and our tongues tangled in a messy kiss, there was no way to keep my sanity.
I couldn't even groan properly. My vision whited out, blinding me. Rational thought was gone. Even staying conscious was a struggle. The boundary between dream and reality blurred, and by the time I registered anything, I had slipped into a dream.
"Ah...! Ah...!"
What finally jolted me back to consciousness was Natalia's middle finger sliding deep inside me, ruthlessly massaging my prostate.
I snapped back to reality as I violently came, spraying the last of my semen in a heavy squirt.