"Heh, don't struggle, you bitch."
One man held the woman from behind, and the man in front was stripping the victim using his folding knife.
"N-no, n-no! Help me! Somebody, anyone!"
The woman was severely wounded on her knees and her clothes were torn as if violently ripped.
Blood flowed down to her shoes, and the corner of her lips was bruised from the man's grip.
The man in front was about to cut off her underwear with his knife, his tongue protruding, his face full of sexual desire.
"If you struggle, this part will get hurt. Is that okay, huh? Shut up, or I'll slice it too!"
The woman fell silent, grinding her jaw. Tears flowed, her face filled with despair.
Her body trembled weakly because the grip of the man's arm behind her was extremely tight.
"Hey, Bro, hurry up. People might come. After you, it's my turn! I can't wait either!"
The man behind rubbed his prominent penis, sticking out of his shorts, against the woman's plump buttocks, while licking the edge of her ear.
"Woah, look how beautiful this woman's private area is. It looks like she regularly cleans herself until it's hairless, heh, this is a windfall, a windfall!"
Then, the man held her hips, sticking out his tongue until it touched the line of the woman's crotch.
The woman groaned, screaming, but her mouth was forcefully muffled by the man behind her.
"Hmphmm, hauammm!"
"Calm down, bitch. We'll satisfy you, isn't this a win-win?"
The man behind looked thin but tall, with a rather long neck.
He had a tribal tattoo under his eye and ears full of piercings.
The man in front had already licked the woman's intimate area until her clitoris hardened. Then he stood up, trying to take off his pants.
"It's wet enough now. You slut, your mouth isn't as honest as your bottom mouth. Look how tempting it is!"
"T-hmm, t-dammmkk!"
The man pulled out his penis. It was clearly visible in the woman's eyes: long but with a somewhat small shaft and a slightly large head.
"Look! Look! Haha!"
The man in front was somewhat fat but his body was muscular beneath the fat, his height was average, and he had shoulder-length, uneven red hair.
He placed his penis on the woman's crotch, then began to rub it slowly until his penis emerged from behind.
"H-hey, your penis is rubbing me! Just insert it! The stimulation is enough, you idiot!"
"I just can't get enough, buddy! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The woman's body started to go limp, her pupils rolling upwards, her head tilting back. Saliva dripped from her mouth, hitting the left hand of the man behind her.
"Okay, okay, now it's time to eat. Enjoy the meal!"
The man pulled his penis away.
Then, the man behind him spread the woman's thighs wide and held them steady.
The man in front guided his own penis and tried to insert it into the woman's wet vagina.
"H-hey, h-hey, Bro, t-the b-back! T-the b-back!"
The man holding the woman from behind had his eyes wide open, his pupils trembling as if seeing a lion ready to pounce.
"What? What is it? You're interrupting! I was about to insert it after rubbing her clitoris with my penis head. You're noisy, man!"
The man did not look at his friend's face, too focused on his penis, which he was about to insert into the wet vagina, squatting slightly and thrusting his hips forward.
Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from behind.
Then SHUNK!! Robert Jr.'s hand.
with sharp fingernails, plunged into the man's chest from behind, so quickly that the man didn't have time to realize what happened.
Blood burst out profusely, hitting the woman and slightly splashing the face of the man behind him.
"Huaargghh, uhuk uhuk! What is it? Why is there a hand in my chest? Ah, my head... my vision is blurring..."
The man died with the hand still impaled in his chest.
Then the hand pulled out, grasping his still-beating heart, violently yanking it out from the back until the man fell to the left with a face full of blood and a hideous, gaping hole.
"Hello, good afternoon."
Robert Jr.'s voice sounded soft but slightly hoarse, and seemed to echo from a dark, hollow space.
His demonic demi-human form radiated a dark purple aura.
His eyes glowed red, his ears were slightly pointed, and his long tail swayed slowly, full of menace.
The man behind him was so terrified that he choked, unable to speak a single word.
He just screamed, releasing the woman, then fell backward, supported by his hands.
The woman had already passed out when her intimate area was being rubbed, so she did not see anything.
She collapsed to her right side with her ripped clothes exposing her breasts.
Robert Jr. glanced at the woman's face.
Tears still flowed while she was unconscious.
'Turns out it wasn't Park Eunji, but she has a somewhat pretty face. Although she seems to be around my age, and it looks like she was working part-time around here. That means the drink earlier was hers.'
Robert Jr. shifted his gaze to the man who looked desperate.
His mouth was agape, but no words came out.
'Bastard, your face, your clothes, your style don't match your mentality. You low-life human.'
Robert Jr. smirked, stuck out his tongue, licking the fingers of his right hand, which still had fresh blood flowing down to his arm.
Then he ate the heart with a smacking sound that echoed in the man's ears, until the man wet himself and passed out.
"Woah, it tastes terrible. Is this the heart of a low-life human? Haha! I was only trying to scare him. Turns out he passed out and peed himself, even convulsing!"
Robert Jr. spat the heart onto the dirt floor, stomped on it, and threw the rest into a trash bin while flicking his bloody right hand, splattering the residue.
Robert Jr.'s body returned to normal.
He stepped closer to the man, his right hand on his chin, thinking while staring at the man's face.
'He seems like a low-level gangster.'
His right foot lifted above the man's neck, then slammed down hard.
A "Crack!" sound echoed in the ear.
The man died with a tragically broken neck bone.
Then, Robert Jr. turned around, looking around, searching for a large black plastic bag.
He opened the trash bin, took out a large black plastic bag, dumped its contents, then wrapped each man individually and placed them back into the trash bin, closing it.
The alley was a dead end, and the floor was muddy with foul-smelling garbage water.
Before wrapping them, he took a cloth from the dead man's clothes to wipe and clean the blood traces, then threw it away.
It now looked clean without blood traces, and the cleanup took ten minutes. He wiped his hands with the woman's ripped clothes, though there were still bloodstains on his shirt.
Then he carried the woman out of the dark alley to the T-junction where the drink had spilled.
He leaned the woman against the wall, covering her body with a makeshift strap from her torn clothing.
'This is all I can do. Not bad. Now I have to go.'
Robert Jr. turned back toward the alley he first entered.
He held his head, his face slightly annoyed.
'I have to go back. It's been an hour. Auntie is probably worried about me. But Park Eunji, where are you? Never mind, if she's really missing, I'll ask Uncle to search for her.'
Two steps after leaving the girl, the girl slowly opened her eyes, seeing a blur toward Robert Jr.'s back as he walked casually.
'D-did he save me?'
She looked at herself, covered only by a rough cloth from a torn dress that had bloodstains.
Her body was dirty, stained with garbage water, and smelled strongly.
'W-wait for me, my legs won't move, my body is weak from shock.'
The woman fell face-down, tapping her hand on the ground so Robert Jr. would hear her.
However, her voice was faint, and Robert Jr. was already quite far.
The woman passed out for the second time, face-down.
Robert Jr. actually heard her, but he ignored it.
He hurried to the nearest clothing store, buying a black T-shirt and boxer shorts.
He returned to the spot.
It seemed no guard had arrived yet, and the atmosphere looked the same.
Then, he took off the woman's clothes, replacing them with the clothes he bought.
'I'm sorry, I can't buy you underwear. I don't know a woman's bra size. This should be enough for you, you unfortunate woman.'
He threw the rough torn cloth into the trash.
Then, he hurried to carry the woman out of the alley before security arrived, heading to where Ryu Mee-Yon was waiting for him.
People around watched, but Robert Jr. looked indifferent.
Before reaching them, Robert Jr. stopped momentarily, observing Ryu Mee-Yon and Park Eunji from a distance, who looked anxious while staring at the ocean waves.
'What? She was there all along? Ugh, I was looking for her for an hour and couldn't find her, and she was waiting for me there? Are you serious, she changed her maid uniform to beach clothes. This is truly troublesome for me!'
Robert Jr. let out a heavy sigh: the first sign of fatigue after the madness in the alley.
He resumed his steps.
As they saw him, both simultaneously waved, but their expressions did not hide their confusion and questions.
'Then what about this woman? Never mind, I'll wash her with seawater. Her body smells as bad as mine, huh!'