Senior (Yudong) – Is this bastard for real?

* Senior (Yudong) – Is this bastard for real? (7)

“Clueless idiot, I’m sorry habnyeda… Save me… Woo… Ughhhhh…”

The policewoman’s body collapses. Someone pours alcohol into a dog bowl brought over and orders her to bury her face in it, stomping on the crown of her head with their foot. Afterwards, women in various outfits, seemingly her colleagues, rush in one after another, but they all try to please the men and no one tries to help her.

Policewoman, policewoman, policewoman, and another policewoman…

How many policewomen are there here?

Occasionally, there are well-dressed women who look like they work in an office mixed in, and some of them are still bruised from being beaten. They’re completely intimidated and casually say things like, 「We wouldn’t dare to defy the Oppas」. I heard they used to be proud, but that’s all been broken, and now they’re in this state.

Look at this mess.

What is this?

“Fucking bitches.”

“They say it’s ‘flower intercourse,’ flower intercourse, so fucking funny.”

“Is it really ‘flower intercourse’? You guys can’t go anywhere and you’re stuck in this hotel, getting raped whenever they want. Is that really ‘flower intercourse’? Huh? Try saying it.”

The policewomen are stuck between burly middle-aged men and seemingly experienced gangsters, all laughing. They all have their breasts and nipples exposed, piercings dangling, and they’re fawning over them. Some even deliberately make their voices funny, sticking out their tongues and panting.

“Heh, hehet, of course it’s flower intercourse… Ehe, ehehek, so Oppas can have sex easily… We deliberately leave the door open when we sleep… Even if we get cum inside us while we’re sleeping and tape is put on our pussies so we can’t get the semen out… It’s never rape~!”

“That’s right, it’s never rape! We’re all having sex with consent, so other people might misunderstand!”

“That’s right! When we get beat up, it’s because Oppas are correcting our personalities! No matter what other people say, it’s flower intercourse!”

“Really~?”

“Reallyoong~!”

“Roong, she says~! Pya~! Aren’t you ashamed to fawn over the bastard who beat you until your nose broke with that kind of tone~?”

“Oppas beat us out of love, so we’re not ashamed~! Reallyoong~! Kyaang~!”

“Ah, this bitch is so funny~! Doryeonim, did you hear that~?”

“We’re happy when Doryeonim is happy~! Ah, that dog bowl bitch over there is so stupid she doesn’t even know her place, so please don’t treat us the same~! The girls in my room got beat up a few times because of her and their teeth fell out. It pisses me off just thinking about it.”

“Wow, she’s something.”

“She speaks well.”

In response to the gangster’s words, who was laughing heartily, I just blinked with my face half-drunk. The way she rationalizes being beaten by the guy who beat her, saying it’s a beating out of love. How much has she been beaten to be able to say something like that so easily? My dick got hard. Has she been beaten for that long? Is that why she can say something like that so easily? She’s worlds apart from that bitch licking alcohol off the floor.

“That’s right, like you said, she ruined our Doryeonim’s mood, isn’t this joint responsibility?”

“Wanna get beat up as a group?”

“Aang, please save us~! There are more than one or two girls who had to get new teeth because of her~! Instead, we’ll beat that crazy bitch until her pussy drips to help her come to her senses, so please forgive us with your generous hearts~! Or, I’ll take the beating instead… I hope you’ll forgive the new girls this time~! Hehehe…”

“Blatantly trying to protect them.”

“If your colleague messes up, you’ll take the beating?”

“I’m a punching bag~! Oppas, if you’re in a bad mood, please beat me up~! Unlike her, I won’t act like an idiot~! Even if you suddenly come and beat me while I’m sleeping, I’ll take it with a smile~! So, I hope you’ll forgive the girls who are still hurting once or twice with your generous hearts~! I know how generous our Oppas are~! Rightoong~?”

“We’re generous?”

“We’re people who beat people up?”

“Of course, you still keep bitches like me who don’t know their place alive and even give us a salary~! Who wouldn’t know how generous Oppas are~!”

So, the policewoman makes a cute V sign and smiles, implying that they shouldn’t touch the other girls. That newly assigned woman’s tone and actions were quite something. She’s the type who is devoted to her colleagues but merciless to idiots. Whether he liked that or not, the mood of the gang members, including me, improved a bit. The feeling of forcibly blackening something that shouldn’t be dirtied welled up, and the smile didn’t leave my lips.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“Punching Bag~!”

“No, I mean your real name.”

“I don’t have one~!”

“Hmm…”

The policewoman wiggles her nipple piercings, showing them off. The name tag of the woman who protected her colleagues this time literally said “Punching Bag.” Her short, messy black hair, decadent eyes, and scarred body are slightly voluptuous. She knows very well that she’ll die if she doesn’t fawn, so she’s desperately racking her brain.

“Moonsang.”

“Yes, Doryeonim.”

“How do you come up with their nicknames?”

At my question, the bald man’s eyes turned to the Punching Bag bitch. Does she not want to say it herself? Fortunately, that woman, who caught on quickly, explained it herself.

“They make us come up with it on the day we’re dragged here, beaten, and made to sign the contract~! Usually, after we’re beaten until our faces are red and swollen, they make us come up with it while we’re desperately flattering them~! When we’re spouting out stupid words without even realizing it~! They pick a word we said and make a name tag out of it~!”

“What about you?”

“Well, I came up with it when I apologized for acting like an idiot to Oppas~! Every time I’m called by my new name, I remember what happened then, so I can’t dare to defy them again~! Ehe~!”

The new name written on the name tag is like a trauma switch that reminds them of what happened then. So, that’s why they flinch every time they’re called by their nickname. I thought it was a stupid place, but it’s surprisingly systematic. Considering that my father created this place, I feel a strange connection.

“So, my fucking dad. He left me alone at home and went around beating women in a place like this…”

“That’s about right. Hyeongnim really liked beating up strong women and breaking them. Ha-eun was like that too, wasn’t she?”

“That’s a really infuriating thing to say.”

With a resigned expression, I scratched my hard-on over my pants. I just gulped down the alcohol as if to let it pass as something that’s already happened. Even though it’s not something that can be easily passed over. This guy is still that father’s subordinate and the guy who messed up my sister’s body. The thought that that man’s perversion has been passed down to me fills me with guilt.

‘Shouldn’t have drunk so much, I can’t control myself.’

I held back the tickle in my throat and poured out my feelings again.

“I don’t have any intention of using violence myself, but I have this kind of perversion. Even I think I’m a really weird and twisted bastard. Did I get this from my father too? I’m even verbally abusing you guys… Even though I’m not that great…”

“We’re used to verbal abuse. In the first place, we can’t say anything even if we get cursed at by Doryeonim.”

The bald man and his subordinates nod. They know all about my relationship with Ha-eun Noona, so they just let it pass even though I said that earlier. It’s funny that I’m drinking at the same table as the guy who turned my sister’s body into a rag.

“Would Doryeonim like to try it yourself?”

“Try what?”

Without a word, the bald man took out his right arm and made a fist. There’s no way I wouldn’t know what that means.

“If you hit them once or twice, you’ll quickly get used to this place, us, verbal abuse, and things like that.”

“Based on what?”

“Our kids are proof of that.”

I can’t say anything when I hear those words from active gangsters. How many people have they dumped into the sea with those hands?

“Isn’t Doryeonim also acknowledging it? That Moonsan Hyeongnim’s perversion is ingrained in your blood. It might be awkward to hit a woman instead of a man at first, but if you hit them a few times, you’ll quickly become the worst piece of trash in the world.”

“I was relieved to hear that. It made me realize that my grandmother wasn’t just treating my father like trash for no reason.”

“If you do, Madam will wail.”

“I guess so.”

Since I was talking, I decided to spill one more thing. It’s a word I wouldn’t be able to say if I wasn’t drunk. How many scary, burly hyungs are there? Knowing that they can easily take care of a little kid like me, I spewed out more verbal abuse.

“I know I’m not great and that I was a regular person until recently. But I’m not scared at all to be a jerk to you guys. I’m going to keep acting like I’m great. Do you know why?”

“I know.”

“If you know, then cut off all the piercings on Ha-eun Noona’s body. As soon as possible.”

“I will.”

I didn’t care about the violence happening next to me and gulped down more alcohol. I had a brief outburst, but I wasn’t really angry, and I wasn’t disappointed in my family either. If I relieve my stress here today, I can go back to being a normal Lee Junseo tomorrow.

“But who’s my partner? You’re not going to make me bust a nut in front of everyone, are you?”

“Don’t you like it?”

“Jacking off in front of everyone, that’s not my hobby.”

Yeowon’s mother might like it, but I’m not so sure…

“Then I’ll call a woman we prepared just in case. Please follow my subordinates upstairs. The hotel right above here is also managed by us. You can have fun there and then come back down.”

“Hotel, you mean a prison.”

“You’re saying unpleasant things. We’re generously protecting perverted bitches who have nowhere else to go.”

Right? The bald man raised his eyebrows with the same face. The policewomen who were dragged into the VIP room with a Moonsang put on business smiles and belittled themselves.

“Yes! The president is a really grateful person! We’re so grateful that he’s raising bitches like us who are always horny here!”

“We’re perverts who can’t live without men! Here, there are only Oppas who suddenly come to stick their dicks in us while we’re sleeping! Thanks to that, we’re realizing every day how irresponsible of a perverted bitch we are!”

“Bitches like us with empty heads can’t live in society, so we came all the way here!”

“That’s right, please don’t blame the president too much!”

“Ugh, they’re trying to defend their president.”

I glared at the policewomen with a face that said, “Aren’t you ashamed?” but their black pupils were full of thoughts of fawning over men. At this point, I knew why they were doing this. These women really believe that they’re less than human trash. They’ve been beaten, raped, and raised for so long that they clearly can’t stay sane unless they think that way.

‘I don’t want to hold a woman like this.’

It might be fun to watch them act like pets and fawn over me, but they’re not the type I want to keep around for a long time. Unlike Moonyoung, who has a gap.

“Who’s my partner?”

“It’s someone Doryeonim knows too.”

“Should I ask three times?”

“You’ll know when you go up.”

“Tsk.”

The bald man didn’t tell me who my partner was until the end.

Instead, someone imitated the sound of a horse.

Pururururu-

Am I riding a white horse or something?