episode_0019

Before I could even feel the lingering effects of the ejaculation, the short-haired girl slipped out from under me.

At the same time, the dyed-haired man finally took his hands off my hips and pushed me down on the mattress.

The dyed-haired woman lowers her skirt and panties at the same time and squats down on my body.

“Hoo…, Hoo….”

Unlike women with short hair, dyed hair is a bit rougher. He also actively pushes me.

“Ah…! ah…! Ah…!”

The dyed-haired man’s face is filled with excitement, and his waist movements become faster and faster.

The faster you move your waist, the bolder your actions become. At first, she squatted down and only moved her hips up and down, but suddenly she grabbed my legs.

He forced my legs to spread in an M shape, changed the squatting position to kneeling, and placed my legs on his thighs.

“Ahh…, Shivaal…, I fucking love it…”

The top color of dyed hair goes down as time goes by. Soon she was curled up above me, embracing me.

My face is pressed against the large breasts of the dyed-haired man. It’s a little difficult to breathe. I moved my legs without realizing it and, unlike before, I wrapped my arms around the dyed-haired person’s waist.

“Ahaha…, heh…, look at this…, huh…? Ji wraps around his waist first…?”

The dyed-haired girl mutters that and looks back at the short-haired girl who is resting with her pride as a female satisfied.

“Hey…, I think he likes my pussy more…?”

The girl with short hair also smiled and accepted it without giving up.

“What do you say? It’s because of the difference in posture. You’re holding on longer than me.”

“Haaa…, ah…, that…, that’s because I helped too…”

While arguing with the short-haired girl, the dyed-haired girl hugs me so tightly that it hurts a little.

“Haa…, Huu…, Huh…, Well…, Compared to when I fucked you…, Huu…, If I last more than twice as long, I’ll consider you the winner… ?”

“So.”

“Okay…!”

After that conversation, the dyed hair squeezes me as if competing. The tightening of the pussy from before has tightened, as if to say that it was deliberately loosened.

The copulation, like a bug caught in a Venus flytrap, ended with me ejaculating.

“…So who won?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t measure the time.”

“Actually, I am too.”

The battle between the two gangsters for their pride as females ended in vain.

“I’m hungry.”

“…Me too.”

When the sexual desire was satisfied and the wise man time came, the appetite, which is as basic a human desire as the sexual desire, naturally arose.

The girl with dyed hair and one with short hair seemed to have completely forgotten about me for a moment and sat down on the edge of the mattress with their backs turned to each other and started talking about what to eat.

“….”

Of course, from my perspective, it was an invaluable opportunity.

The automatic knife that the dyed-haired man was pointing and threatening me was small in size. So I carried it in my skirt pocket.

Remembering that fact, I check the location of the skirt that the dyed-haired woman has not yet put back on. Far enough is far away.

I carefully erased any trace of myself and stood up. Clasp both hands bound with cable ties and raise them high above your head.

and.

“What?”

I started hitting the gangsters on the back of their heads.

“Ahh! Evil!”

“Big! Oh my! Kek!”

Since my wrists are tied, precise movements are difficult. So it was impossible to subdue it with a single blow to the neck like in the movies.

So, the gangsters were subdued by repeatedly applying harsh but strong shocks.

A barrage of punches from an apprentice hunter with a magic level of D who has been trained and exercised regularly would be almost like being hit with a hammer.

In fact, the gangsters are unable to properly counterattack because they are unable to come to their senses due to the sudden shock and are squirming around.

While I was stomping on the girls with dyed hair and short hair on the floor, hoping to kill them, I saw that they had passed out with their heads bleeding.

“Phew….”

Only then did I sigh leisurely, gather my magic power into my fingernails, and cut the cable tie. Because it was a crude mass-produced product, it broke easily.

As I pulled up my pants and left the building, I briefly thought about reporting to the police that I had been raped.

‘…No, it’s done.’

I soon gave up that thought.

The Korea of this world had much more unstable security than the Korea of my previous life.

Since the power that each individual can possess has been leveled upward, it may have been natural.

So, in the past, Korea went out of its way to make firearms illegal and even tightly regulate airsoft guns.

In my personal opinion, the reason why the requirements for self-defense have been made so strict is to make it easier to control the people by thoroughly suppressing the armed forces of individuals.

Even if wronged people emerge in the process, it would have been more important for them to have their own control working than for the wronged citizens.

Anyway, the police in this world are much more corrupt and lazy than the police in my previous life.

Basically, it’s safe to say that everyone takes bribes from local gangs.

If those thugs were part of such a gang or had any connections, my report would be simply ignored.

Moreover, if things go that way, you will definitely be retaliated against.

If you beat up street thugs and throw them away like you do now, there is a certain probability that there will be no retaliation.

So at first, I thought about obediently appeasing them and waiting for them to release themselves.

No one can predict what will happen in the end if you get involved with these scoundrels, so I quit that too.

In the worst case scenario, I have to think about being trafficked or murdered, but if there is a terrible risk no matter what I do, I should just do what I want. What can I do?

I was embarrassed that the gangsters had beaten their rapist to a bloody pulp, so I went straight home, hoping to keep the incident quiet.

***

Life doesn’t go the way you want it to.

Han Soo-hyun’s past life was like that too.

It was also the same in this life.

In a dark room, a woman was knitting with a cigarette in her mouth. It was an unsuitable combination.

There is no hesitation in the hands that continuously move the needle and weave the yarn.

Although the pattern of the scarf being made was not even visible, the woman’s knitting was surprisingly elaborate.

The woman’s quiet mind, concentrating on knitting, was broken by someone knocking on the door.

At the sound of a knock, the woman stops working and opens her mouth.

“Come in.”

“Excuse me.”

As soon as the door opened, the lights in the room turned on.

The woman’s appearance revealed under the light was quite intimidating.

Her body, with her top completely removed and her breasts exposed, had strong, tight muscles.

Although the face with snake-like eyes was obviously pretty, it gave an impression that someone seeing it for the first time would feel more creepy than beautiful.

Her hair, as black as ebony, was long and flowing, and when it blended with her eyes, it looked as smooth as a snake’s skin.

Above all, Irezumi’s tattoos covering her entire back showed that she was no ordinary human being.

Even though the surroundings suddenly became brighter, the woman was not dazzled and turned her head towards the door.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

The subordinate quickly opens his mouth in response to the woman’s question.

“I think you have to go there in person.”

“Really?”

Surprisingly, the woman got up obediently.

“Then I should go. Guide me.”

While saying that, I went out onto the street wearing only a bra.

The woman with tattoos all over her body, wearing nothing but a bra, and even wearing long buns was enough to attract the attention of those around her.

But no one on the street looked directly at the woman or even glanced at her.

That seemed to explain the status of women here.

Without caring about what anyone was looking at or receiving anyone’s gaze, the woman arrived at the hospital guided by her subordinate.

When she entered the hospital, she headed to a double room.

In the two-person room, I saw two women lying down with bandages plastered all over their bodies.

One had his fully-grown hair dyed yellow, and the other had a stylish bob.

The woman who did not put out her cigarette even in front of the patient asks her subordinate.

“Who did this to our children? Without any fear.”

The subordinate scratches the back of his head and answers the boss’ question carefully.

“Well… I haven’t figured it out yet because I brought it here in a hurry…”

“Then I guess I can do it.”

“Oh, would you like to do that?”

“All you have to do is ask these idiots in front of you.”

Ilina, the boss of the gang that controls this area, blew all the smoke she had sucked in onto her bandaged face.

“Okay, then tell me. Who made you like that?”

His bandaged face, which had been inhaling a lot of smoke from someone else’s cigarette, almost made him cough, but he desperately held it in and opened his mouth.

“That….”

“Hmm. Hmm.”

Ilina nods her head while listening to the testimony. It looked like an animal going out to hunt.