"Hong Haechan, come here."
At my call, Hong Haechan trembled as he approached me. He probably thought I was going to hit him, but I had no intention of striking him.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and pointed to Park Seonah, who lay collapsed on the floor.
"You do it too. Right now."
"...!"
Hong Haechan's eyes widened. He stared at me in disbelief, then glanced down at Park Seonah, who lay sprawled on the floor.
The woman Hong Haechan had fallen for at first sight. Soft B-cup breasts, a slender waist, and round, pale hips. My semen was still seeping from her pussy beneath the dark pubic hair.
"Hah, what do you mean...?"
"Sex, of course. Isn't she your first love? What else could it be? Did you lose interest because I fucked her first?"
Hong Haechan stared at Park Seonah's face. Her neat bob was disheveled, and tears still streamed down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly, looking up at him. Her vulnerability stirred not only his pity but also the desire he'd been trying to suppress.
"N-no! This is a crime!"
"Hey."
I called out to Hong Haechan in a low voice, gripping his shoulder tightly.
"...!"
Hong Haechan's entire body tensed as our eyes met.
"I'm doing this because I know you like her. Why? Because you're my friend. If you don't want this, say it clearly."
"..."
Clack, clack, clack.
Hong Haechan's teeth chattered. His eyes darted around, avoiding my gaze as if searching for help. But there was no one here who could save him.
"Answer me."
After a long pause, Hong Haechan nodded hesitantly.
"Y-yes... we're friends."
"Exactly. We're friends. So stop overthinking it and be honest about what you want."
I grinned and patted Hong Haechan's shoulder roughly.
Then Park Seonah slowly drew her thighs apart on her own. Her bright red pussy was overflowing with my semen.
"Y-Yujin-ah... I appreciate your kindness, but I'm fine. You don't have to force this..."
"Then say it properly and ask her. Why are you standing there when you're already hard?"
"Th-this..."
Hong Haechan pointed to his crotch. His pants were bulging noticeably. He quickly covered it with his hand, but it was obvious he was fully erect.
"You're being such a pain. If you don't want to do it, don't. But if you do, ask Park Seonah first."
I gestured to the delinquents surrounding us. The naked, kneeling men kept their distance, none daring to come closer while I was watching.
"...Alright."
Hong Haechan unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear.
"...But Yujin-ah, I have a favor to ask. Don't touch Seon-ah after this. Or let anyone else here touch her either."
"I won't touch her. She was already disqualified. I was going to leave her with you."
"Leave her with me? Seon-ah..."
"If she wants you, stay by her side. Sleep with her whenever the two of you want."
"Th-that's..."
"Shut up and ask her first."
Hong Haechan slowly knelt between Park Seonah's legs. Perhaps it was the woman's scent, but Hong Haechan couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Hurry up."
"..."
With trembling hands, Hong Haechan gripped his cock and pressed it against Park Seonah's entrance. His cock was quite substantial not quite as impressive as mine, but easily surpassing the average for the Republic of Korea.
He's a manga protagonist, so he's got the full buff.
Like a virgin, he fumbled briefly, struggling to find the right opening, until Park Seonah reached down and guided him. Only after her small nod did he slowly ease into her.
Instantly, Hong Haechan's face contorted. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He gasped roughly, his breathing ragged with arousal, and reached for Park Seonah's B-cup breasts.
Ho ho...
Hong Haechan's position mirrored the one I had used with Park Seonah earlier. The bastard was starting to get completely lost in the act.
I sat on the sofa, recording the entire scene with my camera. This footage would serve as proof of what had happened today.
Hong Haechan shuddered and ejaculated inside her in less than two minutes.
"Hah... hah... hah!"
Gasping for breath, Hong Haechan tried to get up.
"Hey. You're still hard. If she wants more, keep going."
"...Alright."
Hong Haechan had become more compliant than before. Deep down, he had been craving my orders all along.
I briefly thought about Hong Haechan from Fighting Dog. The protagonist wasn't inherently virtuous; he had simply been weak and pathetic in the early chapters because he lacked combat skills and lived an ordinary life. But after learning to fight at the neighborhood gymnasium, he also received mental training emphasizing that he couldn't use his fists recklessly.
"Most manga protagonists are portrayed as kind and righteous. It's easier to gain popularity that way."
But when you look closely, it's actually quite absurd.
Hong Haechan, the manga protagonist, ultimately defeats the delinquents with his fists and becomes the school's top fighter. The entire conflict begins when a delinquent provokes him first. Revenge leads to more revenge. When one delinquent falls, another challenges him for revenge. Then, a newcomer suddenly appears, demanding a fight to test his skills.
Through this process, Hong Haechan and his friends gradually build their influence, becoming an undeniable bully group. Yet, in the manga, Hong Haechan is still portrayed as a kind and good-hearted character.
"Strip away the manga's packaging, and he's just another delinquent."
Hong Haechan ejaculated four times in quick succession. Perhaps due to his youthful vigor, his stamina was exceptional.
The lunch break had ended, but it didn't matter. Skipping class was routine at this academy, and the teachers had long given up on the students.
"Haechan-ah, if the two of you still want each other, you can keep going," I said to him when his lust resurfaced after some time. After hesitating twice and checking Park Seonah's expression, Hong Haechan slept with Park Seonah again.
By the time the sun began to set, Hong Haechan had ejaculated inside Park Seonah a total of nine times.
"Piercing."
"Y-yes, sir!"
"You're in charge of managing the kids."
"M-me, sir?"
It was too much of a hassle to manage these bastards individually. But if I let them run wild, they might report me to the police and stab me in the back.
"Good. Remember what I said, right? I trust you'll do well. If you do, I'll reward you."
"Yes, sir! I'll do my best!" Piercing replied, his posture stiff with military discipline. I glanced at Gi Jeongseok, who was a bloody mess from Hong Haechan's beating.
"I'll be expecting results tomorrow."
"Yes, sir!"
"Let's go, Haechan-ah! Park Seonah, get dressed and come with us if you want to leave here."
"Huh? Oh!"
"..."
Park Seonah lowered her head and quietly followed behind us.
I plan to stay at Hong Haechan's house for a while. Since he lost his parents in a car accident a few months ago, there's no one to worry about. I'm taking Park Seonah along because of Haechan. The two of them were tangled up in this mess now, and I wanted to see where it led.
"Well then, shall we go meet the heroine?"
Woo Sik Gymnasium.
The name of the gymnasium from the manga Fighting Dog. This dilapidated gym is where the protagonist undergoes his transformation.
I opened the door of the gymnasium, which looked at least thirty years old, and stepped inside. Though sparsely populated, the gym was fully equipped with exercise equipment. At its center stood a boxing ring, spotless and dust-free.
"Huh? A student? What's this? Here to join the gym?"
I ran into a middle-aged man who was tidying up the equipment. Despite his age, he maintained a muscular physique. His name was Go Woo-sik.
In the original manga, he's the man who trains Hong Haechan and teaches him how to fight.
"No, I came to see Hui-ae."
"...Hui-ae?"
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The ordinary-looking Mister transformed into a man radiating danger. For the record, Go Woo-sik is a former member of the Korean Special Forces.
"How do you know Hui-ae? I've never heard her mention having a friend like you."
"Isn't Hui-ae here?"
"Answer me. What's your relationship with Hui-ae?"
Go Woo-sik glared at me, his wariness far from ordinary.
In the manga, he wasn't this overprotective... Did he instinctively sense something from me? Maybe his instincts are just sharp. Well, it doesn't really matter.
I brought the bag slung over my shoulder to the front and unzipped it.
"I asked for an answer... What are you suddenly doing?"
"My answer... is this!"
I pulled a handgun from my bag and aimed it at Go Woo-sik. An MK 23, a .45 caliber automatic pistol.
Go Woo-sik was startled but maintained his composure.
"Your joke has gone too far. What do you think you're going to do with that toy gun? If you were planning a robbery, you've made a serious miscalculation. This isn't America; it's Korea."
Go Woo-sik strode toward me. Given that I was in a school uniform and had pulled out a handgun, it was understandable he'd doubt its authenticity. Especially in Korea, where gun control is notoriously strict.
"You'll regret this."
"Regret? You're the one who'll regret this! Your joke went too far! If you thought I'd let this slide, you're sorely mistaken! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
I chuckled.
"It's nice that there aren't any houses near the gymnasium."
Bang!
The bullet grazed Go Woo-sik's left thigh. Though it was just a graze, blood gushed from the wound.
"...Hngh!"
Go Woo-sik stifled a scream, staggering as he clutched his thigh. He stared at me with disbelief in his eyes.
"Is... is that a real gun?!"
"Don't believe me?"
I pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet grazed his left thigh.
Go Woo-sik's face froze completely. He now understood the dire situation: my exceptional marksmanship and the reality of the gun.
"...Who ordered you to kill me?"
"I'm not some kind of hitman."
"...Then what do you want from me? If it's money, I don't have any cash on hand. At most, I have about 150,000 won. If you want it, I'll give it to you. I won't report you, so please just leave."
"Geez, you're noisy."
He pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet narrowly missed Go Woo-sik's neck.
"..."
Still aiming the pistol at him, I pulled a syringe from my bag. Gripping both the gun and the syringe, I advanced toward him.
"...Are you planning to kill me with drugs? Or is this some kind of truth serum to extract information?"
"No. Just a prop to make you hesitate."
"...Why would you use something like that on me?"
"Your abilities are too valuable to waste by killing you, but I can't trust you not to stab me in the back if I just use you. It's better to beat you down and chain you up."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Go Woo-sik charged at me, but he moved too slowly for my eyes. I easily evaded his tackle, smashed him down face-first, and twisted his arm behind his back.
"Ughhhhhhh!"
Go Woo-sik thrashed wildly, but his resistance was futile. I swiftly subdued him, bound him with chains, and threw him to the floor. His body trembled violently as he glared at me with bloodshot eyes, cursing through clenched teeth.
An hour passed.
Go Woo-sik lay sprawled on the floor, wrists bound behind his back, breathing hard.
Then, the gymnasium doors swung open, and a woman entered.
She had long, straight black hair and a face that radiated both purity and haughtiness. Her figure was striking: a C-cup bust, a slender waist, and perfectly sculpted hips and thighs.
Go Hee-ae. The heroine of the original work. I thought she was pretty when I saw her in the manga, but seeing her in person, she was even more stunning than I imagined.
"Passed."
Go Hee-ae glanced between Go Woo-sik, who was chained and collapsed on the floor, and me, then bit her lip.
"...Who are you? What did you do to my father?!"
"I chained him up after putting him down."
"Chained...?"
Go Hee-ae stared at her father, clearly struggling to process the scene.
To help Go Hee-ae grasp the situation more easily, I aimed my pistol at Go Woo-sik's head.
"If you don't want a bullet hole in your father's skull, get on your knees and keep your hands where I can see them."
"..."
Go Hee-ae's eyes flickered with panic.
I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A deafening gunshot echoed as a bullet slammed into the gymnasium wall. The spent casing clattered to the floor.
Go Hee-ae's face drained of color as she realized the gun was real.
"You have exactly ten seconds. Kneel."