35 - Chapter 33: The Park at Night
'Fuck...'
Jeong Yu-mi wheezed, struggling to draw breath through her crushed, flattened nose.
'It feels like I have rhinitis. A fucking painful case of it.'
Pathetically enough, looking around, she was actually the one in the best shape.
The fact that her entire crew had been dismantled in an instant stung far worse than her physical wounds.
Just then, the warehouse door opened once more.
'Fuck, who is it now?'
At the sound of the rusty hinges creaking, she forced her head up.
The first thing she saw was a massive black sedan—a luxury car that easily cost hundreds of millions of won.
'Ah...'
It was a car Jeong Yu-mi had seen a few times before, making it easy to guess who was inside.
As she closed her eyes, dreading what was to come, the sedan's rear door opened and a woman stepped out.
The woman who stepped out looked to be in her mid-to-late thirties, a well-preserved beauty. Wearing a fedora and a long coat, she exuded a sophisticated elegance.
She strode inside without batting an eye at the chaotic state of the warehouse.
The driver turned on the headlights, rolling out a red carpet of light before her.
Blinking against the glare, Jeong Yu-mi opened her eyes and forced her battered, unresponsive body to stand.
"Gasp... pant... B-Boss..."
Despite Jeong Yu-mi's desperate, pitiful state, the Boss's eyes remained chillingly cold.
"What is the meaning of this? I was told the cleanup here was finished."
"T-That's..."
"Enough."
The Boss didn't even give her a chance to make an excuse. Making no effort to hide her contempt, she turned on her heel and walked back to the car.
'Ha...'
This was far worse than if she had gotten angry and punished her.
It meant she wasn't even worth fixing. With zero expectations left, she was simply being discarded.
Years of rolling in the dirt like a dog for the Boss had gone up in smoke in a single moment, all because of one mistake.
Even so, Jeong Yu-mi couldn't bring herself to chase after her. She wasn't in any physical condition to run, and doing so would likely get her killed on the spot.
After all, even rolling in dog shit is better than being dead.
So, Jeong Yu-mi could only stand there blankly, watching the Boss get back into the car and drive away.
"Ah, fuck."
Once the black sedan vanished from sight, she spat a mouthful of bloody spit onto the ground.
'I need a smoke.'
Jeong Yu-mi reached into her pocket for her cigarettes, her mind racing.
'Some fucking losers holding me back? This is bullshit. If that's how they want to play, then I have no choice. I was being nice by not leaking those nudes online. Seriously, you show people a little kindness and they think they're entitled to it.'
She couldn't do it this second, though. Her phone was smashed, and she'd need to transfer the data to a new one first.
"Ah, seriously..."
The cigarette pack she finally managed to fish out felt wrong in her hand.
She pulled it out anyway, only to find the cigarettes crushed to powder, just as she had feared.
'Well, if my phone got smashed, how the hell would my cigarettes survive? Tsk.'
Jeong Yu-mi clicked her tongue and barked an order at the gang member who looked the least beat-up.
"Hey. Go buy me a pack of cigarettes."
"...Why the fuck should I? Go buy them yourself."
"What?"
She stared, wondering if she had misheard. But one look at the girl's defiant glare told her she hadn't.
"Are your ears clogged with blood, or did your eardrums burst from getting beaten like a dumbass? I said, go buy them."
"You fucking...!"
Unable to contain her rage, Jeong Yu-mi strode over and grabbed her by the collar. The girl didn't even have the strength to resist, letting herself be hauled up, but her mouth still worked just fine.
"Why? You still think you're hot shit? You're just a discarded bitch who lost her backing, and you're still acting like you're someone."
"..."
"You always treated us like shit anyway. Did you really think it wouldn't end like this?"
"Ha..."
Realizing that throwing a tantrum would only make her look more pathetic, Jeong Yu-mi let go of the collar.
Having lost her backing, her crew, and her health—everything—she dragged herself out of the warehouse to buy cigarettes, her hatred for Han Su-in burning hotter than ever.
But the moment she stepped into a back alley on her way to a nearby convenience store...
Three or four women jumped out of the shadows and surrounded her.
They were armed with kitchen knives and hand axes, and every single one of them was covered in horrific burn scars.
They were the survivors of the underground arena.
Though their ranks had been nearly wiped out that day, a few had managed to escape.
"Now even these pieces of shit are coming after me..."
Seeing the dead, hollow look in their eyes, Jeong Yu-mi let out a dry laugh.
Though her own eyes looked exactly the same.
"What are you waiting for, motherfuckers? If you're gonna do it, make it quick. I need to buy some cigarettes."
Those were the last words of Jeong Yu-mi's life.
A moment later, nothing but a cold corpse remained in the alley.
Meanwhile, Natalia couldn't stop thinking about Han Su-hyeon's attitude.
'What? "I fell down the stairs"? Even a dog would laugh at that lie.'
She had gone out of her way to ask out of the goodness of her heart, and he had the nerve to act aloof and put up walls.
'Well, whatever. It's better than him clinging to me like a parasite, using his dick as bait to beg for favors.'
In the past, she would have just shrugged it off and let it go. That was what she had intended to do this time, too.
"...Ah, damn it."
But strangely, Han Su-hyeon's cold shoulder irritated her. Once her temper flared, it refused to cool down, simmering deep inside her.
'Fucking annoying.'
It made no sense. Why was she agonizing over some dick-wielding bastard she only kept around to satisfy her lust?
Reaching that conclusion, Natalia impulsively grabbed her phone, summoned Han Su-hyeon, and headed to the meeting place.
The place Natalia designated was the park at night.
With public order completely collapsed, the park was deserted at night, save for the occasional chirp of insects.
Arriving in her car, Natalia sat on a bench not far from where she parked—just in case of car thieves—and crossed her legs.
After waiting for a while, she saw Han Su-hyeon approaching in the distance.
Compared to when she had last seen him, his wounds had healed considerably.
His expression and demeanor also seemed subtly more relaxed.
'I don't know what happened, but it looks like he sorted it out.'
And he didn't even reach out to me for help.
The thought annoyed her all over again.
The idea of Han Su-hyeon handling things she knew nothing about, in some unknown place, in some unknown way, gave her an odd sense of alienation.
Of course, it was an unconscious feeling that Natalia would never admit to.
Unable to make sense of her own emotions, she only knew that she was thoroughly irritated.
So, she decided to act on it.
"Hey. Take off your clothes."
At Natalia's blunt command, Han Su-hyeon flinched slightly and looked around.
"...Here?"
"Where else? Over there?"
It was night, and the park was deserted. He was no stranger to doing things in cars or photo booths.
But stripping completely naked in such an open space made him hesitate.
Seeing him hesitate, Natalia stood up. Normally, she would have enjoyed watching him squirm, but she wasn't in the mood today.
Natalia strode over, grabbed him by the neck, and slapped him across the face several times.
Blood dripped from his nose as he tried to turn his head away, but she forced him to look straight at her and commanded again.
"Strip."
"...Haa."
When Natalia let go of his neck, Han Su-hyeon let out a soft sigh and began to undress.
Soon, he was completely naked. Shivering in the chill of the night air, he instinctively covered his crotch with both hands.
"Are you fucking with me? Move your hands."
At her command, he had no choice but to clasp his hands behind his back.
Exposed to the cold air, his dick hardened against his will. It stood erect, pointing toward the sky, the foreskin pulling back halfway.
Seeing pre-cum bead at the tip, Natalia chuckled mockingly.
"Do you get turned on by showing yourself off? You're nothing but a slut."
With that, she lightly cupped his balls. After massaging them for a moment, she slid her hand up and gently scratched the rim of his glans with her fingernails.
She enjoyed the way his dick twitched in response to her touch, then moved her hand upward before he could ejaculate.
Her hand caressed his stomach, then moved up to his chest, pinching and rolling his nipples.
Meanwhile.
Suddenly, Natalia sent an electric current through her fingertips—her magic, which converted heat into electricity.
"Haaah?!"
As electricity surged through his nipples, Han Su-hyeon's eyes rolled back. Shivering violently, he collapsed to his knees, his erect dick twitching uncontrollably as he leaked a stream of piss.
Watching him, Natalia laughed.
"What's wrong, losing it already? We've only just begun."