Payback

The people whom I used to believe were friends all turned away because of my situation. I don’t blame them. And now was not the time to worry about those things. I was in debt and to pay it back, so I had to work like a dog, just as I told the boss. So I started working properly for the first time. At dawn, I delivered newspapers, and from morning to evening, I worked at the factory, packaging materials. At night, I dressed up in ridiculous costumes and distributed flyers on the streets of entertainment districts. 

I slept about three hours a day, and ate two meals a day. That’s how I started working. My mother lived three more months after that day. Contrary to the doctor’s belief that my mother would not last a few weeks, she struggled for three months until her last breath, thinking about her son. She tried to keep me from being alone, even for a little while more.

On the day I went to pay the last of the hospital bill, I also cleaned my mother’s single room. I was really broke, so I had to go and distribute leaflets at the entertainment district. Wearing a suffocating mascot suit on a midsummer night, I handed out flyers for a newly opened karaoke room to people. It was the day I scattered the remains of my dead mother into the river, but there was no rest for me. Since three months I started working, there was a part of my head that remained motionless and hardened.

I don’t know if it’s because my feelings have been dulled, but I noticed something strange when I finished work at 2 a.m. and sat down in the back alley of the entertainment district. Did I really want my mother to live by paying the expensive hospital bills for three months? Why don’t I feel sad at all? However, the questions that came to my mind were quickly suppressed by fatigue and disappeared in an instant. Since I still had to deliver newspapers in the morning, I planned to stay in a rental warehouse and sleep on a chair so that I could rest for 2-3 hours.

But my body, which would usually have headed to the warehouse quickly, could not move easily. I sat in a daze in the animal suit when I heard the sound of fighting coming from somewhere. The sound of fighting in an entertainment district was not uncommon but it would be rare if the voices were not drunk but instead sober. Even so, it didn’t catch my attention. But one word that someone said made me move. 

“Damn you, bastard!”

Following the voice of a rough man, there was the sound of clashes and fights.

Dang, clang, thud!

People and objects collided, the sound of bottles breaking resounded. This type of sound was very familiar to me. As I walked around the corner, I saw a man surrounded by four men who were attacking. Of course, the one being confronted was on the defensive and driven into a corner, but the situation was almost neck and neck.

I was good at fighting alone, but what I would not want was many attackers. They were in their early to mid-20s and looked like neighborhood gangsters who pretended to be strong and came out to play at night. With such guys, I could have handled them by myself. What surprised me was that one of them was fighting with only one arm. He was wearing a cast on one arm, but he managed to fight against the four people with an expressionless face.

I don’t know what happened, but the man with the cast seemed to have won in the end. If it wasn’t the phrase that caught my attention in the first place, I wouldn’t have paid attention, so I started to turn around. But just then, I saw one of the attackers taking something out. I was familiar with it; it was a dagger. The same kind of knife I’ve used before was held in that person’s hand. Before I could realise it, my feet moved automatically. And when I came to my senses, my hands had already moved.

“Argh-!”

Clang. The thug dropped the knife and screamed when I grabbed his hand and twisted it. Perhaps it was because he was overpowered by me in an instant and broke his arm. The fight had stopped and all eyes were on me. Their eyes were glinting in shock. 

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“Memx, jgf sbe bc atf rjwf rlvf jr atja pfgx?”

I shook my head without looking at the person he was pointing at. But another guy jumped up with a shocked expression on his face. 

“This cheap bastard! Colluding with each other and attacking from behind?! This coward…”

Complaining about what was cowardly, the pathetic gangsters picked up their friend who was on the ground, and ran away. The four of them couldn’t even beat one person, so it must have been scary to deal with me. I turned around as I watched them run away. Anyway, I should go to bed now. I set a goal in my head and was about to take a step, but the other person called me.

“Hey, rabbit.”

Rabbit? I turned around in confusion and then realized that I was still wearing the mascot suit. This was why the gangsters looked bewildered when they saw me. As I was thinking of the people who ran away, I heard a slow voice. 

“How are you going to take responsibility?”

As he took the cigarette out of his mouth, he added the reason with his eyes that seemed listless.

“Thanks to you, the guys I was playing with ran away.”

“…” 

“I’m asking you, Jihwaja karaoke.”

He read the name of the karaoke room on the advertisement I put on my chest in a cold voice. If someone else read this name, it would sound funny, but it sounded like a vicious word coming from his mouth. I turned around and looked directly at him.

“So what do you want me to do.”

“You have to play with me.” 

How old are you? He seems to be over his mid-20s, but I can’t tell by looking at him. When I was working at the loan company, those potent eyes were like those of former bosses in that industry. His eyes were shining with his life experience and extensive business experience. Eyes that never wavered no matter what. He talked in a relaxed tone but this made me rather nervous.

I’m also a potent guy, but I realized it while working in a more potent world. You shouldn’t get involved with people with eyes like that. I lowered my eyes and saw his arm that was in a cast. He was tall and had a similar body type to the guys I used to fight with and defeat. If I had met him a year ago, I might have come at him without knowing death. No, the other person can’t use one arm now, so maybe it’s worth a try to fight.

Fighting isn’t difficult. Anyway, that was the only skill I learned. However, today I wasn’t in the mood. I felt frustrated in my heart, and I had a feeling that if I fought now, this frustration would only increase. Perhaps he took it as a sign that I didn’t want to answer, he twisted his lips as he threw a cigarette about 1/3 burnt on the floor.

“If you don’t like it, I have no choice but to force you to play.” 

As I watched him come closer, I blurted out something unusual.

“You’re fine with guys too?”

He stopped. He realised what I meant, and for the first time there was a smile in his eyes. His languid voice flowed into my ears.

“If I’m the one doing the fucking.” 

Wearing my mascot suit with only my lower half exposed, I climbed onto the man. Despite how ridiculous I appeared with the Chupa-Chups-like mascot head, neither the man in the cast nor I laughed. Lowering myself onto the man’s stiffened cock, I stifled my moans in pain… I couldn’t laugh, because my entrance was being torn and my legs were shaking.

“Do it slowly.” The man even gave me serious advice.

A strange sexual intercourse. No foreplay, just undressing and insertion without anything. There was nothing but pain, and I wasn’t hard, I just bled and hoped it would end soon. Even so, I didn’t tell the man below me to stop. For some reason he was hard even until I was exhausted and could no longer move on my own, he suddenly sat up and held me, not wanting to let me rest for a second. Regardless of whether my behind was bleeding or not, he grabbed my waist with one free hand and held me tight to prevent me from escaping, fucking me inside for a while.

It took a really long time, as I endured in pain and fatigue with a dazed mind, but I suddenly noticed something when he entered me for the last time. I didn’t realise it because I was panting, but I was crying. As I exhaled a hot breath under my mask, I suddenly realised that my face had been smeared with tears. I feel like I’ve been crying for quite a while, as I supported my upper body with my hand resting on the man’s torso. 

Perhaps I needed to feel some warmth. However, I, who should be punished by the heavens, could not completely receive warmth. I wonder if this was the price of the pain I have to endure from the 20-minute intercourse. So is that why I was crying? As I cried, I was still holding the man’s thing in my body. I raised my head and my eyes met him, who was looking at me expressionlessly.

“You, if you’re done crying, take off your mask.”

“…..”

There was a strange power in the naturally imperative tone in his voice. I might have taken my mask off, but instead I lifted myself from on top of him. I could vividly feel the genitals that had been vividly embedded in my body being pulled out. His cock came out and the cum dripped out from my hole but I started putting on my pants anyway. Noticing that I was about to leave, he stood up with his eyes darkened. 

“Hey, rabbit. If you want me to spoil you, then obediently listen.”

Hearing the languid threat, I approached him with only my pants on. I stood in front of him as he looked up at me while sitting, and asked.

“Is there such a thing as retribution in this world?”

“No.” 

I nodded slowly at the immediate answer.

“Right. There’s no such thing as retribution.”

The reality was that even if you were a person who deserved divine punishment, you just do worse things and live a good life. Yes, I wasn’t receiving punishment. I was just getting the consequences of my actions. Retribution might be a luxurious reason for me. To cast my sins away as punishment that did not exist in the world. I became like this only because I was unlucky, so I didn’t need such delusions. Then, I heard the man’s languid voice.

“However, punitive justice exists.” 

“…”

“That’s why the world is so interesting.”

A small dimple appeared on the corner of his smiling lips. At that moment, I held out my hand, feeling like it was unsuitably cute.

“Argh!” 

The man grabbed his cast with his other hand and bent over, inhaling. His hand, which was halfway out of the cast, was swollen and dark red with bruises, so he must have been injured recently. He had twisted his hands, so he would probably have to spend more time in the cast. I felt sorry for him, but I didn’t have time to keep playing. I put the mascot suit that was on the floor on my arm and took some money out of my pocket. There was 20,000 won I had received as a daily wage for wearing this rabbit costume and handing out flyers. I threw it in front of him and added,

“Expenses for playing with me.”