Chapter 16: A Bastard Meets Worse

Seated at the bar table, Seon Woo-min absentmindedly opened his phone.

YoungRadishBibimbap (Yeolmooping): [Check the ‘5 Cats’ bulletin board]

A message had come from the Invincible Power Kitty Corps management team.

Startled, thinking something might have happened, Woo-min immediately entered the ‘5 Cats’ board.

[Title: Mung Bean is seriously frustrating!!!!

ND = No Answer]

A post criticizing Mung Bean with a provocative title was racking up explosive views.

Seon Woo-min’s heart sank.

Though he was used to criticism of Mung Bean, that didn’t mean it didn’t affect him.

Even before reading the content properly, his mood was already a mess.

[Author: I Am The Boss Monster (killTJ_kingHakssuny)

Ugh, Mung Bean really….

You should have unsheathed the Ruby Sword before even entering the Snail Village.

All that boasting about a fearsome sword, but you’re just playing the coward.

Stop drawing aggro already.

Because of you, the warrior cats almost got wrecked.

So f*cking stupid + frustrating.]

┕ YoungRadishWorld (YMworld): True, can’t argue.

┕ Put_IPKC_In_Ramen_And_Hit_It (1nyangzonegizone1): Mung Bean’s more suited for being a meat shield than holding a weapon lol lol

┕ OhMyCherry (ohmyBzzi2000): What if he’d swapped with Cherry’s spear?

The comments were mostly like this, with similar ones still being added.

Seon Woo-min started to write a comment saying, “Everyone has things they excel at and things they’re not as good at, you bastards!” but then deleted it.

While Mung Bean was clever, it was true he wasn’t agile, and jumping in rashly could bring an even bigger backlash than this.

There had been a time before when he couldn’t stand the criticism of Mung Bean and defended him, only to receive an attack he never imagined.

There was a limit to how much a Mung Bean fan could fight back given their numbers.

And he couldn’t just trash the board either.

Why did Kitty fans apply such high standards only to Mung Bean?

Couldn’t they love their own favorite character and also be fond of Mung Bean?

Did they absolutely have to make someone an enemy to feel satisfied?

Thinking an executive meeting should be called to devise a countermeasure, Woo-min had absently finished a bottle of beer handed to him by someone he didn’t know.

“…Let go.”

Now, in a dark corner behind the large speakers where he couldn’t even tell the other person’s gender, Seon Woo-min pushed away the arms of the man who was repeatedly trying to embrace his waist.

The bearded man was persistent.

Woo-min was angry that he wouldn’t back down easily, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

No matter how he thought about it, he wouldn’t get this drunk from a single beer.

He had a strong tolerance and rarely blacked out.

But now his mind was hazy, as if trapped in a fog.

Even though he was breathing, he was short of breath, and his limbs had no strength.

The bearded man, with Woo-min’s unsteady arm slung over his shoulder, naturally headed toward the public restroom.

Woo-min tried to threaten him, saying he wouldn’t let him do as he pleased, but he could only think it; in reality, the toes of his sneakers were dragging on the floor as they entered the very last stall.

The bearded man sat Woo-min down on the closed toilet lid and immediately tried to pull off Woo-min’s shirt.

But because Woo-min resisted with his limp arms, even unbuttoning a single button wasn’t going his way.

“Aish, damn it.”

Having struggled for a while and worked up a sweat, the bearded man got angry and unbuckled his own belt.

Seeing clearly what he intended to do, Seon Woo-min let out a weak, scoffing laugh.

Despite his apparent composure in observing the situation, he could barely manage to sit upright.

“Hey, suck it.”

“…Hey.

f*ck…off….”

“It’s not your first time, is it?”

Growing impatient, the bearded man roughly grabbed Woo-min’s head and tried to force it down toward his own groin.

When Woo-min stirred and turned his head, making it hard to aim, the man’s competitive spirit flared even more.

In the midst of this, a scene from the anime played out in Woo-min’s mind.

Mung Bean, saving the villagers one by one from the fire-engulfed Bracken Village.

Ignoring his scorched fur, Mung Bean slung a woman over his shoulder, held a child in his arms, and pulled a young man tied to his waist with a rope, charging through the flames.

Woo-min, who had never entertained fantasies of rescue, wondered at that moment what it would be like if Mung Bean appeared.

If Mung Bean existed in reality, it couldn’t be better…

BANG!

Just then, a deafening noise like the door breaking rang out.

The bearded man, who had been gripping Woo-min’s hair, spun around in shock.

“Wha, what?!”

“Uh…?

I broke it.”

Lee Do-kyung scratched the piercing on his eyebrow awkwardly.

Looks like I’m definitely paying for this one, shit.

Muttering curses, he ducked his head to avoid the door, now hanging diagonally, barely attached by the hinges, and stepped inside.

“Wow, you guys were having fun, huh?

Let me join.”

Lee Do-kyung made a clapping motion.

Seon Woo-min, with half-lidded eyes revealing his collarbone through his disheveled shirt, and the bearded man, who had gone pale with his fly still down, together painted a clear picture of what had been happening right up until Do-kyung burst in.

“Ugh…”

Seon Woo-min barely lifted his heavy eyelids.

Who was it?

Bae Jun-ho?

He hadn’t seen him since entering the club, except for occasional messages.

Bae Jun-ho wouldn’t break a door down like that.

If not him, then surely…

…Mung Bean?

“Are you very dizzy?”

Shoving the bearded man away with his forearm, Lee Do-kyung cupped Seon Woo-min’s cheeks in both hands.

Woo-min, unable to focus his eyes and breathing in ragged gasps, had flushed cheeks.

Suddenly, blood rushed downward, and Do-kyung shook his head violently.

Of all times, Seon Woo-min has to have teary eyes right now.

“No.

Not now.

I can’t let myself become a bastard.”

“Hey, I asked who you are!

You bastard!”

“…What?

Bastard?”

As Lee Do-kyung raised one hand, eyes flashing, a crisp smack rang out, and the bearded man flew to the opposite side.

It was only a palm slap, not even a fist, but the inside of his cheek split open, filling his mouth with a bloody taste.

Do-kyung glared murderously down at the bearded man crumpled beside the toilet.

His goatee, neatly styled in a goatee, made him look exactly like a goat.

“Hey, you f*cking extra-blessed goat bastard.

You want to be in handcuffs?

Do you know what year it is, drugging people?”

“Ugh.”

A punch to the solar plexus made the bearded man crumple again after trying to rise.

Do-kyung started to grab him by the scruff but then recoiled, grimacing in disgust.

“Hey, hey.

Can you put that thing away first?”

“f*ck… what are you saying, you crazy bastard?”

“Ah, get that d*ck snout out of here!”

It was Do-kyung who shouted even louder.

Despite trying not to look, his eyes blurred, he couldn’t avoid seeing the limp penis dangling from the bearded man’s shirt hem, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

“I mean, calling that thing no bigger than a glue stick a d*ck.”

Pausing, Lee Do-kyung felt a moment of self-awareness and closed his eyes tightly.

He had looked at another man’s genitals closely enough to gauge the size.

It felt like his eyeballs were rotting from the cornea outward.

“…I’m asking nicely.

Put it away quickly.

Do whatever it takes, just make it so I can’t see that.”

“Ahh!”

If he gave him a chance to do something, he’d put his d*ck away or fix his clothes, wouldn’t he?

The bearded man groaned as Do-kyung’s sneakers relentlessly kicked him again and again.

“Hey hey, don’t look that way, baby.

No, no.”

Covering Woo-min’s eyelids with one hand, Do-kyung used his back foot to kick at the bearded man.

He kept collapsing and scrambling back up, completely helpless.

“Stop hitting me!

I put my clothes back on, you f*cking bastard!”

“Looks like you still don’t get the situation, you f*cking bastard.

Is this thing not enough for you?”

Tapping his temple with his index finger, Do-kyung frowned.

What would have happened if he hadn’t come to this club, and hadn’t found Woo-min?

Of course, given Woo-min’s temperament, he wouldn’t have gone down easily, but that wasn’t the point.

“I could have sent you to prison, but I’m ending it here.

I should call you ‘teacher’ instead of ‘f*cking bastard.’”

“…Ugh.”

“You got that, glue stick bastard?”

Letting go of the man’s collar, Do-kyung let him collapse face-down on the floor.

Wiping his bloody hand on his mouth, Do-kyung carefully helped Woo-min, who was slumped with his head against the wall, to his feet.

You okay?

Seon Woo-min blinked dazedly, staring at the lips in his vision, and the small ring piercing there.

I’ve been seeing a lot of guys with piercings lately, he thought vaguely.

Carried on Lee Do-kyung’s back, Woo-min was moved somewhere.

They passed the head-splittingly loud club music and the people shaking violently, climbing the stairs to the hallway leading outside the main hall.

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