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Han Se-gun changed his clothes the moment his part-time shift ended and threw himself toward his motorcycle. At the front of the warehouse, in the middle of a wide empty lot, the RX-125 stood slightly wet from the autumn rain.
It wasn’t exactly good weather for riding, but Se-gun didn’t hesitate. He swung himself onto the bike. Just then, his coworker from the part-time job, Kim Sung-ju, came running out and shouted.
“Hey! Se-gun! How far are you going?”
“Don’t tell me you’re asking for a ride.”
“Why not? Just take me as far as the subway station.”
Carrying someone on the back seat wasn’t exactly recommended. Especially not on a rainy day. But Se-gun said nothing. He simply mounted the bike and jerked his head toward the rear seat.
It was Se-gun’s creed not to stop someone who wanted to die. If an accident happened and they died, that was their fate—that was his somewhat irresponsible line of thinking as he started the engine.
Kim Sung-ju, for whatever reason, seemed overly excited. He wrapped his arms around Se-gun’s waist and chattered away nonstop.
“Ahahaha! Hey, what are you doing after work?”
“I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“Oh? Meeting your girlfriend or something?”
“What’s it to you?”
Se-gun answered curtly and stopped the motorcycle in front of the station. With a sharp screech, water splashed up from the ground.
“We’re here.”
“Ah, right. Thanks. See you tomorrow!”
“…….”
Se-gun watched Kim Sung-ju run up toward the station, then immediately turned the motorcycle around.
Sylvester had insisted on a partnership and ordered Se-gun to come to Arjuna as soon as work ended today. Wasn’t that employment rather than partnership? Still, Se-gun knew well that Sylvester had no interest in the blood of lesser vampires. And Se-gun needed money.
“Damn it. A vampire hunter strapped for cash!”
He muttered complaints about certain vampire movies as he rode off. Judging by how the fuel gauge was nearly empty, more money would soon be disappearing from his wallet.
But… suddenly, Se-gun brought the motorcycle to a stop. For some reason, he felt as though Jin Yu-mi would be waiting in front of the convenience store again today.
‘What does it matter if some idiot woman like that lives or dies?’
Besides, if she died, it would be because of a sin she had committed. Han Se-gun hadn’t become a vampire hunter solely for revenge. But to say he had no desire for revenge at all would be a lie.
The only reason he, still a minor, had endured such brutal training was because of that fierce desire for vengeance.
Yet Se-gun turned the motorcycle around and headed back to the convenience store where he had met her yesterday. Whatever she had done in the past, the girl she was now wasn’t whole. Living as an empty-headed fool might be even crueler than death—but he couldn’t simply leave her to die.
When Se-gun arrived at the convenience store where he had met her, no one was there. Of course, it was raining. There was no reason for her to be out here. And Se-gun and she were neither friends nor lovers—nothing at all.
“Ha ha ha ha ha.”
Se-gun laughed like a madman in front of the store. He had raced here through the rain in a frenzy, and she wasn’t even here…
“Haah.”
But he soon shut his mouth. The man who had just been laughing like someone deranged returned to his cold, expressionless face as if nothing had happened.
Call it a premonition. Sometimes people feel certain without any basis at all. Se-gun suddenly lifted the front wheel, spun the motorcycle 180 degrees in place, and sped up the hill.
He had once dropped Jin Yu-mi off in front of her house yesterday, so he hadn’t forgotten the way.
“…….”
Han Se-gun slipped a hand inside his jacket. He felt the cold touch of a Tokarev. Normally, he kept the Tokarev carefully stored in the wardrobe of his room at the Yeonjeong Gosiwon, but after Sylvester’s return to the country, he had started carrying it with him. He prayed he wouldn’t have to use it… but what if there was a vampire?
He briefly considered getting off the motorcycle and walking, but decided against it. This was a residential area. One or two motorcycles passing through wouldn’t be strange. In fact, getting off early and walking the rest of the way would look far more suspicious.
* * *
At the top of the hill stood an old house that resembled an abandoned building. A filthy structure covered in cobwebs, as though it had never once been cleaned—yet occasionally, heaps of loosely tied garbage bags and unopened butane gas canisters would pile up in bizarre quantities.
Someone definitely lived there. And with delinquent students from the surrounding area flocking in, it had become such a crime-prone zone that even the police had given up patrolling it.
“Ahhhhaaaam.”
A delinquent slumped in front of the entrance yawned—or maybe it was more of a wheeze—and blew cigarette smoke from his mouth. They were easily labeled as delinquent students, but more accurately, they were just plain thugs.
Most had already dropped out of school, and some had even served time in juvenile detention for theft, assault, or rape. The ones who gathered at this vacant house were particularly vile even among delinquents. The neighbors all avoided the place in hushed fear.
“Is this really okay? That girl owns this house, doesn’t she?”
“Leave it. She’s got a hole in her head—she’s not right in the head. Besides, it’s what we always do anyway.”
Yang Su-hyeon, who had once been in the same circle as Jin Yu-mi under the common name “Seven Princesses”, said this as she borrowed a cigarette from the thug at the entrance. The man shrugged.
“So how much are they paying?”
“About a million? Any more than that’s impossible, they said.”
“Hm. Even with a hole in her head, she’s pretty good-looking. Ah, maybe I should say I’ll shoot a video too.”
“Give it a rest. What kind of video are you going to shoot with that tiny thing of yours?”
She scoffed and spat phlegm onto the ground. She wasn’t the only one who had done so—the inside of the entrance was littered with cigarette butts and spit. At least they had the sense to step outside when smoking while using gas. If they hadn’t, there might have been a disaster already.
“But why is she resisting so much? She wasn’t like this before.”
“Who knows. She kept talking about Kurt Cobain or something.”
Su-hyeon shrugged as she answered. She had known for a long time that Jin Yu-mi liked Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain—but what did that have to do with anything? Liking celebrities or idol singers was almost like a religion.
Just as love for a god is separate from love for a human… idol worship doesn’t mean you refuse physical relations between bodies.
Vrooooom!
At that moment, the roar of a motorcycle reached their ears. Soon, the RX-125 appeared before them.
“What the—”
Thud!
Without a single warning, the rider rammed straight into the man sitting in front of the entrance. He stopped the motorcycle in front of him and didn’t even glance at Su-hyeon.
“Uuugh… guh…!”
The man hit by the motorcycle groaned in agony, but the rider casually pushed the bike forward and stepped over him as if nothing had happened. Then he removed his helmet.
“Inside?”
He brushed back his hair along the green bleach-dyed part and turned to look at Su-hyeon.
“W-What are you doing? You crazy—”
She didn’t get to finish. His foot lashed out first, smashing into her stomach in a clean front kick. The moment it struck, all the strength drained from her body. Her insides convulsed from the shock and she screamed.
The impact penetrated through her torso, shooting up her spine and forcing tears from her eyes. She collapsed forward without putting up any resistance.
“…….”
He kicked the door open and looked inside. Just as he had feared, it wasn’t a vampire—but the situation unfolding wasn’t much different.
“W-What… what is this?”
Several men and women were standing at the entrance to the room.
The man swung the helmet he was holding and knocked one of the men down, then kicked the women aside.
Startled voices came from inside.
“What’s going on?!”
The door opened, and out came a man in his early fifties wearing a red cap. Except for the notebook in his hand, he looked as though he had just come from a fishing spot.
“What the hell are you?”
Again, words were unnecessary. The young man who had already taken down six people lashed out with a terrifying low kick, smashing into the man’s thigh. With a sickening crunch, the man lost control of his body and pitched forward onto the ground.
“What the—?!”
A man stepped out of the room holding a small digital camcorder. From what could be glimpsed inside… there was a staff busy producing Korean-style pornography. There was no need to see more to understand what had happened. They must have decided it would make money and were filming a video with Jin Yu-mi, who was barely competent enough to be considered legally responsible for herself.
Thud!
He struck the man holding the camera with a Tetsu Kan Gou (high roundhouse kick), then smashed the young man monitoring as AD with a Tee Sok (spinning elbow strike).
Even if it had been choreographed, it wouldn’t have landed this cleanly. The men hit the ground and could only twitch.
“H-Hey… I’m sorry! They made me do it…!”
Terrified, the naked man backed away without even thinking to cover himself. But when a downward kick came crashing onto his head, everything fell silent.
“Sob… sob…”
Jin Yu-mi was crying like a child. It didn’t seem like anger or humiliation—she was simply crying because it hurt. Ever since her stillbirth, she had suffered from aftereffects that caused unbearable pain whenever her period began.
And… of all days, it had started today.
Those who knew nothing of her situation had sold her off to an online adult video site for money, using her for their own gain.
“……”
Han Se-gun looked at Jin Yu-mi, who was sobbing like a child, and let out a sigh.
What was he supposed to do?
He couldn’t throw away his sense of pity.
If he pretended not to know and walked away, he would surely feel nothing. But then why had he come all the way here instead of ignoring it, beating these pathetic people half to death? It wouldn’t fix the hole in this girl’s brain anyway.
The fluorescent light flickered, scattering light and shadow everywhere. Han Se-gun steadied it with his hand and glared at the camera.
It was a Samsung digital camcorder that used Hi-8mm tapes. But perhaps because they were running an internet porn site, the camcorder was connected to a laptop through a USB port.
Crunch!
Se-gun stomped the laptop, completely smashing it, then lifted Yu-mi to her feet.
“Sob… Se-gun. It hurts. It hurts…”
“……”
Se-gun took out a single Psychedelic Moon capsule and opened it. Then he held it to Jin Yu-mi’s nose. Her throat had already been severely damaged from inhalants like glue, but without a syringe, there was no choice but mucosal absorption.
“…Ahhh…”
The strength drained from her body, which had been writhing in pain just moments before. It was like watching someone dying exhale their final breath and slip into peace. But it wasn’t peace—it was a descent into even deeper pleasure and agony.
Jin Yu-mi smiled slackly, intoxicated by hallucinations. It felt as though a kaleidoscope of vivid colors was spinning before her eyes.
Though the colors blurred and her reason seemed to dissolve, her vision oddly sharpened, the outlines of objects becoming crisp and vivid. A vampire’s sight, a vampire’s senses—for humans, it was the ultimate drug.
Just as vampires feel orgasmic ecstasy while killing humans and drinking their blood, humans heal pain and fall into pleasure with Psychedelic Moon refined from vampire blood.
Click.
Ignoring Se-gun’s attempt to stop her, she turned on the mini component stereo attached to the wall.
……….
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again ………….
Ironically, “Rape Me” by Nirvana was playing from the mini component stereo.
Mixed with the sound of the mini component, the noise of rain could be heard.
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