23. Amazing Sora.

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“Wow. The ground is shaking.”

 

 

A wave of protestors approaching from over there.

They’re marching proudly, even waving flags.

 

 

“How did they get in? Weren’t we surrounded?”

“We are completely surrounded by five ROK Army divisions and a rear corps.”

 

As Seo-hyun said, Gangnam is currently surrounded. Meaning it’s swarming with soldiers and tanks. But they broke through that encirclement and came inside? Just how much are they stomping around?

 

 

“Well, wouldn’t they have caused a ruckus in various ways?”

 

 

Hmm. I can picture it.

Soldiers can’t easily handle civilians. Besides, they’re self-proclaimed women, right? Most soldiers are men. They definitely would have pulled some shitty stunt like “don’t touch me.”

 

 

“There are always people who do what they’re told not to, no matter where you go. Like that Water Bottle Church or whatever, they went to a dangerous place to preach and got kidnapped.”

“It’d be nice to just kill them off.”

“Yeah. If they tell you not to do something, just don’t do it.”

 

Seo-hyun and I nodded.

But there were women who didn’t nod…

 

 

“How about you do better, huh?”

“Says the guy who started a coup?”

 

 

Hmm. My wives.

Sora-nuna and Yuna-ssi.

 

 

Ah. My companions don’t agree with me. How sad, heu heu.

 

 

“But Yuna-ssi, are you okay?”

“About what?”

“Your base got raided.”

 

 

It’s been a while since I’ve forgotten, but Yuna-ssi is from Megal.

Our first meeting was quite the variety show. She called me a “Han-nam” as soon as she saw me. She even called the dungeon goblins “little Han-nams”! She was a hardcore feminist. Just kidding.

 

 

“Base? What base?”

 

It seems she’s forgotten her own identity.

 

I grabbed Yuna-ssi’s shoulder.

 

 

“Wake up, warrior of feminism! The fate of women’s rights rests on you.”

“….”

 

 

Ah. Yuna-ssi is glaring at me with dead eyes.

 

 

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Uhm.”

 

She looks like she doesn’t give a damn about the fate of feminism. Amazing. Even though it’s a place she used to be a part of.

 

 

Of course, I know a thing or two. I heard it through Sora-nuna.

She became a feminist because of her inferiority complex towards Sonya-ssi. That’s why she only imitated it and didn’t really agree with it. That must be why she got out so easily.

 

“So, what are you going to do? Kill them all? Or imprison them like the ones we’ve already caught?”

“Well, to consider fairness, it’s best to do the same, right?”

“Fairness my ass.”

 

Uh-huh. Why are you being like this? I’m someone who considers fairness and equity so much. Equality is the most important value in this world.

 

 

“You just picked that up from somewhere.”

 

Nuna pulled my cheek.

 

 

“If you’re going to do something weird anyway, wouldn’t it be better to just kill them all?”

“Hiiik!!”

 

 

Ah, no, saying such cruel things!

Ah. She’s been tainted. Our Chest-nuna has become a Bad-nuna.

 

 

“What’s ‘Chest-nuna’ now? Is that like saying her chest is her main body?”

“No way. Nuna is, well, um…”

Let’s agree on chest and so on.

 

 

Ttaak.

 

 

Got flicked on the forehead.

 

 

“From their perspective, it’d be better to just die than to be subjected to something weird. Call it a final act of mercy.”

“Mercy isn’t something you give to the enemy. You should give it to the people.”

“You talk a good game.”

 

 

 

“Get out, Yoo-eun, you misogynistic bastard!!”

“”Get out!!!””

 

 

 

Ah. The protest has started.

How far did they come?

 

 

“They’re almost right in front of us. They’ve got some nerve.”

“Good. Then we’ll have to answer that nerve, right?”

“How should we answer them?”

“Let’s start with a light beating with clubs. Like the police… no, let’s just suppress the police too.”

“Why drag the police into this?”

“It’ll be more fun that way.”

 

 

Like Lieutenant Eun-ssi and Shin Do-hee-ssi.

 

 

Come to think of it, I should ambush Do-hee-ssi someday. Her sophisticated and stylish look is exactly my type.

 

 

“Master-nim.”

 

Seo-hyun suddenly whispered into my ear.

 

 

“How about taking someone and doing it in front of the protestors?”

“????”

 

 

Uh…

What is this.

That’s quite the suggestion.

 

“Since they’re losers consumed by inferiority, they’ll definitely squeal loudly.”

 

 

A so-called wide-area taunt!

 

“That’s an incredibly good idea?”

“Hehe.”

“So, who should we take?”

 

Should I just take my loyal handmaidens and receive their service? Proudly. And on the other hand, beat the pigs with clubs. Like police batons.

 

 

“Okay. Let’s go down.”

 

I immediately put it into action.

 

 

“What? You’re going out?”

“Nuna-nims, please stay here. It might be dangerous.”

“Bullshit. Danger my ass. You’re going to do something weird again, aren’t you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Is this the first time?”

 

Ugh. They don’t trust me.

It’s accurate, but it’s sad.

 

 

“Just watch. I’ll give those Kungkwaings a wide-area taunt.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“The devil of the century! Enemy of women! Get out, Yoo-eun, you misogynistic bastard!!”

“”Get out!!””

 

“Worst in history! Sex offender! Get out, Yoo-eun!!”

“”Get out!!””

 

 

 

The scene of the protest.

Roughly 5,000 people have gathered.

 

 

Saying it’s 5,000 people, the scale of the protest is almost like 30,000.

This is because the participants are generally cool and spacious.

 

 

 

Originally, with martial law declared and the Great Gangnam Encirclement in place, civilians cannot enter freely.

 

 

But who are they? Aren’t they feminists who are top-tier in causing trouble and being a nuisance? With their unique shamelessness and idiotic logic, they brushed aside those who tried to stop them and stubbornly came all the way here.

 

 

 

Contrary to expectations, the Harem Palace side was not showing any particular reaction, and the leader, who was inwardly worried about a clash with those called “handmaidens,” smiled with satisfaction.

 

 

‘As expected! They don’t dare to touch civilians!’

 

 

People see what they want to see and believe what they want to believe.

There was no particular reason to have the handmaidens waiting outside, but they’re just letting their imaginations run wild.

 

 

 

“Let’s go!”

 

 

Thanks to that, filled with courage, she began to move even closer to the center of Gangnam, the base of the Harem Palace.

The place where they applied for the rally was there in the first place, and the surrounding police weren’t particularly stopping them either, so she was elated.

 

 

‘Now, the world of us feminists…!’

 

 

But that didn’t last long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Yo. Fatty troops. You guys are quite the sight. How are you all so fat?”

 

 

 

 

Yoo-eun’s appearance!

He left the entrance of the luxurious skyscraper and stood smack-dab in the center of Harem Plaza.

About ten women were standing around him, all of whom were blessed with beauty and figure.

 

 

“Yoo-eun!!”

“Woo!! Die!!”

“Die, Han-nam!!”

“You son of a bitch, someone like you should die!!”

 

Jeers and curses poured out towards him.

The women’s faces are frowning.

But he doesn’t care.

 

Got a problem?

What are you going to do about it if you do?

Would an adventurer dare to touch a civilian? Then the world wouldn’t stand still.

 

 

 

Chak chak chak.

 

 

Just as they were feeling uplifted, an armed group appeared from all sides.

 

“W-what is it?”

 

They were also handmaidens.

But they were somehow different from those next to Yoo-eun.

 

 

First of all, weapons.

 

The handmaidens next to Yoo-eun were all empty-handed, but the women in the group were holding long, black rods.

The length is about 1 meter. It’s not very thick, but it’s shiny enough to tell that it’s made of metal even from a distance.

 

 

Besides, their posture is different too.

You can feel a force that seems like they’re about to run up and beat you to death indiscriminately.

 

 

“Ugh…w-what are those bitches…?”

“Could it be…”

 

 

Anxiety spreads to the protestors.

Surely…they won’t hit us, right? They won’t just kill us, right?

 

 

While the 5,000 fatties were thinking that, the handmaidens next to Yoo-eun suddenly brought out a sofa.

 

Not a simple chair used for camping. It’s a sofa.

They brought one that could seat about three people, placed it behind Yoo-eun, and sat him down with gentle gestures.

 

 

 

“Hmm…but the front is such a disgusting sight that I’m not getting turned on. What should I do?”

“We’ll get you hard, Master-nim.”

Two handmaidens went up to his sides and brought their mouths to his ears.

And three of them unzipped his pants and started fondling his thing, while the rest took off their clothes and started doing something like a striptease.

 

 

 

 

“!!!”

 

 

A truly misogynistic scene!

The scene that feminists hate the most is right in front of them.

 

“H-how dare you…!”

“Ah, shit. Look at them getting angry. Seriously, the body fluids are amazing. I was getting turned on, but now I’m completely turned off. Hey, do something about it.”

“I’ll take care of it right away.”

 

The blonde handmaiden who was rubbing her face between Yoo-eun’s legs said that and gestured to the handmaidens holding black rods… or rather, weapons that looked like police batons.

 

 

Then suddenly, their momentum changed and they started running!

 

 

“Beat them to death!”

“Eradicate feminists!”

“W-what?!”

 

 

Panic.

 

Before that word could be etched into the Kungkwaings’ heads, the first impact sound occurred.

 

 

Ppeok!

 

 

The handmaiden who arrived closest first mercilessly swung at a self-proclaimed woman who looked to weigh at least 150kg.

 

 

Surprisingly, she didn’t faint or die.

She just clutched her hit stomach and knelt down.

 

 

“Hmph. How dare you protest against Master-nim?”

 

 

But that one hit wasn’t the end.

She mercilessly swung the rod and began to knock down the Kungkwaings.

 

 

“Agh!! Aaaagh!!”

 

 

Soon, dull impact sounds began to be heard from all sides.

 

 

Ppeok!

Peoeok!

 

 

“Kyaaak! S-save me… Kkuwehk!”

 

It was truly a free-for-all.

If the weapons were bladed, it would have been a massacre, not a free-for-all. That’s how one-sidedly the Kungkwaings were being beaten.

 

 

“R-run away!!”

This caused some people to try to run away.

But it was meaningless.

 

 

The handmaidens had already surrounded the 5,000 feminists for a long time.

 

 

Hoo-oong!

Ppeoeok!

 

 

“Aaaagh!!”

“Y-you bitchesaaaaaaa!!!!”

“Get lost, Hyungja year!!”

 

 

Some of them resisted.

They thought that they could fight back since they were so big and strong.

 

 

But that was a miscalculation.

There’s no way that those who just stay cooped up in their rooms and keyboard-warrior can beat Yoo-eun’s handmaidens.

 

 

“A crazy pig bitch is resisting. Do you want to get beaten to death and processed into low-grade pork?”

 

 

Peoeok!

 

 

“Kkuwehk!”

Those who tried to use their large bodies,

Those who wielded something that looked like a weapon,

Were brutally assaulted and fell to the ground.

 

 

“Keok…keo-eok….”

 

 

The problem was that it wasn’t the end either.

The handmaidens who followed kicked or stomped on those who had fallen to the ground.

 

People were vomiting and spitting blood from all sides.

 

 

 

 

 

“Ah. Now some of the dirty things are being cleaned up.”

 

At Yoo-eun’s words, Seo-hyun smiled deeply and put his large, swollen thing in her mouth.