Back Alley Syndrome (1)

Back alley.

A place that, for a long time, the guard’s hands haven’t reached, becoming a hotbed of all sorts of crime. The back alleys that lurk in the city become cancer cells, spreading unnoticed.

But catching these people, spread out like capillaries, isn’t easy.

It’s not just a story of Bridonia.

Any city’s ‘blind spot’ becomes a haven for rats and a hunting ground for hyenas. No matter how hard they try to crack down, new rats and hyenas take their place, so unless they bulldoze the alley and rebuild it, or deploy continuous manpower, complete eradication is impossible.

It’s nothing but a headache.

Most lords, lacking the public order maintenance capabilities of a capital city, chose a hands-off approach closer to surveillance rather than investing precious manpower in these persistently surviving individuals.

Cross the line, and they’ll kill you.

Otherwise, they leave you alone.

Meaning, know your place.

Perhaps that’s why, tired of the endless chicken game, the back alley rats started making and keeping their own rules.

Among them, if you had to pick two that absolutely had to be followed-

-First.

Don’t cross the line.

The standard for ‘the line’ varies from person to person, but it generally boils down to not pissing off the lord.

Even if you kill people, sell drugs, or rape, never do it outside the back alley. If you do, do it while hiding thoroughly. The moment you stick your head above water to breathe, it’ll be cut off.

-Second.

Don’t kill people carelessly.

More precisely, don’t kill customers.

This was more of a bread-and-butter issue.

No matter how much of a lawless wasteland the back alley is, it’s still a place where people live.

Where there are people, money circulates, and an order based on money is formed.

The biggest slice of the pie is, of course, drugs. Dealers and cartels secured their own public order to sell drugs smoothly. If there’s a crazy bastard running around slicing people up, they hire mercenaries to kill him. If there’s a force interfering with their business, they wage war. Customers were guaranteed a minimum level of safety thanks to the fierce fighting over the bread-and-butter.

Of course, beggars who have no ability to pay are not treated as ‘customers’. These people soon fall prey to hyenas and disappear without leaving a single organ behind.

Rumor has it they’re sold to those who want ‘special food’… but no one knows the truth.

Perhaps that’s why.

‘Why… why doesn’t anyone touch me…’

Even though a young girl visited with her bare body without any fear, not a single guy touched her.

“Eueu…”

And I found out later, there was a third rule I didn’t know about.

It was a relatively recently added rule, so I couldn’t have known.

-Third.

If there’s a woman who’s strangely clean, don’t touch her.

When Black Rose’s owner, Dyna Prukaise, trained her employees with Yin Devil Arts, women with delicate bodies but the strength of a workhorse began to appear in droves.

Even outside of work hours, they often visited the back alleys for regular absorption, and they were distinctly different from cheap prostitutes. As they were from Black Rose, they were very clean, and they didn’t flinch even when they saw a man several times their size. Why would they flinch when they’re confident they can win a fight?

“Hey. How much?”

“Get lost…”

In that sense, I was the perfect ‘Black Rose whore’.

“Ssibalnyeon. Acting expensive. Tuh!”

The man who mistook me for a whore and offered money spat and turned away at the word ‘Get lost’. Not knowing the circumstances of Black Rose, I felt a great sense of incongruity at the man’s behavior.

‘He’s just leaving? After being cursed at to his face?’

There’s no way these thug bastards would do this…

He should be pissed off at being cursed at by a girl younger than him.

I thought he’d at least punch me in the gut, and I was going crazy.

‘Sibal…’

But begging won’t do my pride any good. That’s not a Black Rose whore, not a cheap prostitute, just a pervert. I don’t deny that I’m a masochistic pervert, but there’s as much difference between showing it outwardly and just enjoying it inwardly as there is between Pepsi and Coca-Cola.

‘Retarded pussy bastards…’

Getting scared of a girl who’s even small.

Just, like. Kicking her with their feet.

Or strangling her.

Or knocking her down and trampling her…

“Hueu…”

What to do, really.

Surprisingly, no one paid any attention.

The more I acted strangely, the more they avoided me. The quick-witted ones noticed that I wasn’t an ordinary human and cleared out.

“……”

Death urge.

My lips are dry.

If I go back like this, a tedium that’s hard to fathom will surely overwhelm me. Recalling my appearance before I realized my masochism, living day by day like a corpse soaked in boredom, my body trembled.

I’d rather blow my brains out and kill myself than feel that terrible sensation again.

Please, anyone is fine, unleash your dark desires on me. Any kind is fine. Filthy lust, greed, sadism, anything is fine. Make me miserable. Make me beg for my life. Beat me so badly that I can’t even groan. You can use me as a toy.

The excitement that had been building up for 7 days without being released didn’t cool down and heated up my brain.

As I was pacing back and forth like that, a frivolous voice was heard.

“Hey, shorty.”

I turn my head.

I saw a man with a skinhead style and a scruffy outfit.

Presumably affiliated with the cartel.

“Do you even know where you’ve wandered into?”

When I came to my senses and looked around, I had come quite deep.

When I rolled my eyes, I saw several skinhead baldies in the same style as the man.

Without even realizing it, I had entered the cartel’s central activity area.

“Looks like you’re from the Black Rose side, if you don’t want your head smashed, get lost without loitering.”

If a Black Rose employee were to die in the back alley, that alley would be finished that day. That’s because Dyna Prukaise goes into a frenzy and devastates the back alley.

The Yin Devil Arts she had trained to the limit were a problem, but her hand-to-hand combat skills using her fists were also top-notch, so unless you were an extraordinary mercenary, you couldn’t even touch her. I’ll say it again, not an adventurer, but a mercenary. Even mercenaries who have professionally learned the art of cutting people down can’t beat Prukaise.

She doesn’t even come alone. Yin Devil Arts successors, including Laila, come in droves and wage a full-scale war with the cartel. A fight that requires the cartel to be prepared for annihilation. Of course, they can’t touch her easily.

…Of course, I don’t know about that story now.

‘Black Rose again, is it you?’

That damn Black Rose, Black Rose…

I hadn’t been harmed, but I hated her for no reason.

“If it weren’t for that bitch, I’d cut off your limbs and sell you off… ssibal.”

I was really sick of-

………

……

…

…Cutting off my limbs and selling me off?

“Ssibalnyeon, can’t you hear me? If you keep staying there, I might cut off one of your arms? I can’t take responsibility?”

Finally-

I finally found it.

My heart is pounding like crazy with joy.

“This gaejochlyeon, what are you doing now-“

Let’s calm down…

It could end halfway like with Agnes.

I couldn’t even think of hiding the smile that was blooming and said.

“Black Rose… I’m not.”

“What?”

“It’s as you heard. I’m not affiliated with Black Rose.”

“……”

The sticky gaze that scanned my body in an instant.

He licked his lips lewdly and asked carefully.

“Which side are you from? A guy from the South Street?”

The baldie took out a slightly long bamboo tube from his pocket.

Then he pulled on both sides, and a sharp metallic sound rang out.

It was a Jangdo粧刀.

“You better answer well.”

* * *

Logan, affiliated with the North Cartel, walked through the back alley with his hands in his pockets and a bad attitude.

“Ssibal.”

It was fucked up.

Everything was just fucked up.

The Black Rose whores and the South Cartel guys were all fucked up.

The struggle with the South Cartel to take over the back alleys of the East Street showed no signs of ending, and when the Black Rose whores started wandering around the back alleys, the cheap prostitutes disappeared.

Once the whores who spread their legs while saying “hell yeah” after a hit of drugs disappeared, there were more than a few inconveniences.

I was exhausted from fighting with the South Cartel, and I couldn’t even satisfy my sexual desires? Sexual desires were building up, the fighting continued… the atmosphere within the organization was the worst. Besides, there were more stupid bastards than I thought who were giving money to try to fuck a Black Rose bitch once. That means money within the organization is flowing to Black Rose.

‘Fucked up ssibal…’

There’s a lot of demand for women, but no supply.

If there was a rare whore who came to get drugs, they’d take turns fucking her until she died. Most of the whores who had to deal with at least ten men without rest died from uterine rupture or beatings during sex.

Even that wasn’t satisfactory.

The more fucking was pushed back, the more it felt like I was fucking the air.

A worn-out pussy was worse than masturbating.

Perhaps because of that, the number of whores visiting the back alley was decreasing, and in the end, a bizarre scene unfolded where all the women walking around were affiliated with Black Rose.

And that was…

“Hey, shorty.”

The red-haired girl in front of me was probably the same.

“Do you even know where you’ve wandered into?”

The girl in front of me was very beautiful. An petite physique that was perfect for pounding, and an arrogant expressionless face that made me look forward to her expression when she was broken… She was short, but proportionally perfect. If possible, she was a woman I wanted to keep as a pet.

There’s no way a woman like that would be in the back alley, so…

‘She’s 100% a Black Rose bitch.’

I lick my lips.

“Looks like you’re from the Black Rose side, if you don’t want your head smashed, get lost without loitering.”

If it weren’t for Black Rose, I’d fuck her right away.

Logan preferred women with big breasts, but it didn’t matter.

In his head, he had already fucked her thousands of times.

It’s just a shame that it’s just imagination.

“If it weren’t for that bitch, I’d cut off your limbs and sell you off… ssibal.”

Dyna Prukaise.

I wouldn’t feel bad even if I ground her up and drank her.

Someday I’ll definitely fuck her.

After I fuck her, I’ll cut off her limbs and give them to the dogs as food.

That’s when I was making such an impossible resolution.

-Ttokak, ttokak….

The girl smiled in a strangely sensual way and came forward.

Logan drew his Jangdo and took a defensive posture at the unexpected behavior.

“This gaejochlyeon, what are you doing now-“

But the girl wasn’t afraid at all even though I was holding a knife to her, and instead opened her mouth with a smile as if she was enjoying it.

“Black Rose… I’m not.”

A trembling voice as if she was forcibly holding back her breath.

“What?”

Logan had a brain freeze.

“It’s as you heard. I’m not affiliated with Black Rose.”

“……”

Did she come to buy drugs? It was fucking suspicious to say that. The fact that she crawled all the way here without going through our dealer means that she has some kind of purpose.

“Which side are you from? A guy from the South Street?”

If the South Street guys came without fear, I’d cut off their limbs and sell them off… no, no. It’s a waste to just kill them.

“You better answer well.”

He licks his lips, sticking his tongue out.

If that bitch isn’t really affiliated with Black Rose, I’ll fuck her like a dog before I kill her. With that kind of appearance, she’s in the top rank in the province… I have to use her before the other bastards ruin her. Logan, who was already built up and feeling very fucked up, swung his Jangdo and approached the girl.