Moans poured out automatically at the pleasure that immediately rushed in.
Even though he was exhausted and had no strength left, his body was faithfully busy becoming aroused.
“Yuan is a baby, so you’ll be able to do it. Come on, let’s show Hyung.”
He couldn’t understand what Yoon Seoho was talking about at all.
His mind was hazy, making it feel like his brain wasn’t functioning properly.
He completely surrendered his body to Yoon Seoho, who was thrusting his hips upward.
“Ah-hu, yes!”
While his body was shaking frantically, the hand stroking his penis grew incredibly fast.
The member that had already ejaculated once throbbed painfully.
A strange sensation began to settle in.
It felt somewhat itchy inside the penis, yet it also felt painful; it was truly ambiguous.
Right at the moment when he was thinking about what this situation could be with a dazed mind.
Suddenly, digging his fingernails in, Yoon Seoho forcefully squeezed the crevice of the glans.
‘Gush!’
At that instant, a clear liquid—neither semen nor anything else—sprayed out from his penis. And like a fountain, it splattered in all directions.
“Haa-aaah-ng!”
Simultaneously, his vision went completely white, and his consciousness grew distant.
He couldn’t even register what on earth he had just done.
He merely shivered violently while letting out a shriek, before his body abruptly collapsed forward.
Plunged back down onto the bed, he let his tongue hang out long with his mouth open.
“Haa, hew…”
Now, he truly had no strength left to endure any further.
Due to his completely depleted stamina, his eyes slowly began to close.
“Good job, Yuan. You’re pretty, my baby.”
Through his fading consciousness, Yoon Seoho’s voice was heard faintly before disappearing entirely. It was a blackout.
A crowd of dozens of people was tangled together in an empty lot behind a dilapidated building. Sounds of fighting and screams ran rampant everywhere.
One person didn’t stop punching even while his opponent collapsed on the ground, spilling thick blood, while another was busy slicing someone’s neck with a knife.
It was a complete pandemonium.
“Fuck, kill them all!”
“You sons of bitches, this is our territory!”
“Die, fuuuck!”
There were a few individuals who stood out in the midst of the fighting, and all of them were low-rank espers.
Before long, the crowd with the smaller number of espers gradually began to be pushed back.
This was because anomalous ability users were vastly superior to ordinary people in terms of physical stamina, even if their ranks were low.
“Dumbasses. Did you think you could crush us with just that many people?”
“These guys are just straight-up morons. What can you do if their brains are stupid?”
“Should we catch all these bastards, chop off their limbs, and put them on display? Let’s watch them crawl like insects.”
Jeering voices echoed abundantly from the side that possessed a large number of espers.
Nevertheless, the crowd with fewer numbers did not panic.
They were composed, as if they had already known it would turn out this way.
By this point, it would be normal for the opposing crowd to feel something was off, but since they were already intoxicated by victory, they stupidly failed to notice.
“Die, die, just die! Keke!”
One of the espers, paying no heed to the blood on his knuckles, was smashing an opponent’s face when he was suddenly sent flying to crash against a wall.
“Cough!”
Standing there in a loose posture was a strange man who hadn’t been there just a moment ago.
His height easily surpassed 190 cm, and his entire body was packed with muscle, exuding a heavy sense of intimidation.
Furthermore, because he was adorned entirely in black from head to toe, his impression looked even more savage.
“Why the fuck did you bother calling me out for this? You pieces of shit.”
An expression that looked like he was bored to death was written all over the man’s face.
Along with that, he immediately let out a wide yawn.
Even though he had only moved a tiny bit, the black suit the man wore stretched taut as if it were about to burst.
It was threatening to the point where the muscles themselves looked like a lethal weapon.
“F-Fuck, who the hell are you… urgh!”
‘Crack!’
Right then, a worthless bastard rushed toward the man like a moth to a flame.
Destined to die with his neck snapped without even realizing it.
It was an event that unfolded in the blink of an eye.
In less than a second, the man became a cold corpse.
The enemies faltered, every single one of them stepping backward.
“K-Kill him, fuuuck!”
“Crush them all!”
“Die, you sons of bitches!”
All the enemies rushed toward the man in the black suit.
Far from being tense, the man merely kept yawning as if he were still bored.
Then, grabbing one of the guys rushing at him, he ripped him apart alive.
It was literally as stated.
Without any weapon, he tore and ruptured their bodies with his bare hands.
Pieces of corpses were scattered all over the ground.
Blood and screams ran rampant before a sudden silence settled in at one point.
Having finally slaughtered all the enemies, the man brushed off the blood that had splattered onto his sleeve with a disgusted face.
“Ah, fuck. Got that goddamn filth on me.”
In fact, because the clothes were black, the bloodstains weren’t very noticeable unless one looked closely.
Nevertheless, the man made a huge fuss, swearing non-stop like someone with extreme mysophobia.
Then, seeing that blood had splattered onto his black shoes as well, he busied himself rubbing them roughly against the dirt ground.
“Damn it. This is fucking annoying, seriously!”
“Boss.”
“The suit is brand new, for Christ’s sake.”
“…Uh, Boss.”
A man with a long scar across one eye cautiously called out again to the man who was still raving and throwing a fit while brushing off his clothes.
“My ears aren’t blocked, you bastard.”
“We went to the warehouse and checked just now, but they say there’s nothing there.”
“Nothing?”
“Yes.”
Frowning at those words, the man headed toward the warehouse with the broken door.
The inside of the shabby warehouse was completely empty, with nothing but trash rolling around on the floor.
The man’s gaze, sweeping across the interior, directed toward a certain spot.
None other than toward the floor where steel plates were patchily overlaid.
Moving his steps without restraint, the man immediately tapped on the steel plates with his shoe.
That action was repeated three or four more times.
Tapping the floor like that, the man paused for a brief moment and then hoisted his leg straight up.
‘Boom!’
The moment the man’s foot slammed into the ground, the floor collapsed with a loud crash.
White dust rose into the air before settling down.
“Those motherfuckers hid it here.”
The man, scowling fiercely, looked down.
A small space was formed beneath the floor he had broken himself, and inside it lay dozens of bundles wrapped in layers of plastic.
They were none other than ‘candies,’ which boasted an expensive price tag made by mixing haeseo and narcotics.
The man… that is, Seok Beomjun, was the boss of a criminal organization and a major player whose main business was drug trafficking in the underworld.
He also dabbled in human trafficking, but currently, he had expanded the drug trafficking business further.
There was only one reason.
