Chapter 39 – Port City (15)
In the first room I opened, a gray-haired old man carved a red picture on the body of a prostitute who was about the age of his granddaughter with a carving knife.
In the second room I opened, there was a young man who looked fine on the outside, immersed in masturbation with a prostitute, a prisoner with several needles stuck in her body, sitting on a triangular horse.
The third room I opened was a fat lady with a red candle dripping with wax and a whip dripping with blood in each of her hands, busy playing with the body of a younger prostitute bloody.
The space designed to satisfy the desire of those with dangerous walls who want to torture people to their heart’s content was perfectly soundproofed, so they were completely unaware that the window was being attacked until just before Roden opened the door.
“…All of them are irresistible.”
While checking the room, Roden, who felt a strong stomach upset every time he saw a disgusting scene, only estimated how much trouble it would be to deal with these garbage, and then cut them all down with a sword.
Maybe it was because he had seen a lot of blood since the day before, but Roden’s acting ability was unstoppable, and he wasn’t curious about their detailed stories.
“Ehehe… Hehe…”
All the prostitutes left behind were laughing helplessly with their eyes widened and their taste gone, drunkenly from the drug the customer had given them a moment ago.
Let’s see… Are the medicines roughly available?
As Chang-gwan enjoys sadistic play, tools and potions used for treatment were also prepared side by side next to the space where various tools of torture were scattered.
The prostitutes were drunk and insane, but at least they somehow figured out what they were talking about, so after taking the minimum necessary measures as human beings, they left them to wait.
Roden, who resumed his search, opened the empty room a few more times and hit her in vain several times before finally unlocking the door to the room where Petrog was.
As soon as he opened the door, Roden heard the sound of meat colliding with meat.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Iron!!
“Whoop! Whoop! Whoop-wook!”
I could see the back of her fleshy body holding a slut literally all in tatters.
Shaking his back so vigorously that he was sweating profusely, glistening like oil on his back, as if he was doing some strenuous exercise.
Although, in fact, most of it was the sweat she shed while punching her.
Anyway, Petrog, noticing that the door had been opened a little later, stopped and slowly looked back.
“Haa, that bastard… He’s attacking at the most important timing… I wonder what happened again this time…?!!”
Of course, assuming that an organization member had entered, I turned my head and saw a masked man I had never seen before. Petrog, whose eyes widened at the sight of the intruder, was startled and hurriedly began to put on his clothes.
“As the thug said, there is no such thing as a lump of scaffolding. Are you the leader of a gang named Petrog?”
Roden decided to wait quietly until the guy finished putting on his clothes. There is no such thing as torture to keep seeing that kind of fleshy naked body.
He averted his gaze a little and looked at the top of the bed. The figure of the prostitute, who had been dealing with a pig a while ago, was covered in bruises.
In particular, the face was a mess, but it was swollen from the persistent beating and the blood was bursting, so it was more red than flesh. Originally, it was a pretty face in its own way, but now it has become a truly terrible face.
Roden’s impression was naturally frowned at the miserable state of the prostitutes in the room he had visited so far, making them look like noblemen.
“You…! You, you…!”
Meanwhile, Petrog, who had barely covered her bottom and chubby belly, moved towards her unknown man and raised her chubby index finger, hiding her confused mind with anger.
“What the hell are you bastards doing here carelessly…!!”
“A beast like you shouldn’t point at people recklessly.”
Wickedness!
At the same time Roden said that, she lightly swung her carving knife that she had taken from her room where she had just stumbled, and neatly cut off his index finger with her pet.
It was only after belatedly recognizing her finger that fell to the floor so naturally that the pig felt a sharp pain and let out a loud cry.
“Aaaaa!”
Petrog, who instinctively blocked her bloody cut, crossed her screams as the first thought crossed her mind that she had to pick up her own precious finger that had fallen to the floor.
As long as the severed parts of the body are stored well, they can be attached somehow through potions or healing magic with good efficacy.
Kwajik! Profitable job!
… It’s a problem that the intruder trampled on the severed finger and broke it, and what was a finger turned into red meat.
Roden rubbed his shoes in a motion as if wiping a caterpillar he had accidentally trampled on the floor, and took off the mask he had been wearing all along.
She was subtly frustrated, and since she had no intention of letting the other person live anyway, it didn’t matter if she showed her face.
“Kkeuheuuuuu can possible can you think you’ll be okay?!!”
His head was hot with rage that overshadowed the pain of his finger being cut off, and he glared fiercely at his opponent’s face while shedding tears.
This kid is definitely… Wasn’t that the alchemist guy with those bitches? Maybe a mercenary in disguise? No, whatever this guy’s identity is, it doesn’t matter now!
“You dare… You dare do this to me! I will mobilize all of my men to humiliate and tear you to pieces, not only you, but also your family and lovers!!”
Shouting so, Petrog hurriedly passed by Roden and waddled out into the hallway outside the door. It is no exaggeration to say that it was the most agile moment of his life.
Well, Roden has the confidence to catch up with him, so he didn’t bother stopping him…
Petrog, who ran frantically into the lobby with his sagging belly fat bobbing up and down, saw the hideous sight of not only the guys in the lobby but also the flesh and blood of the members whose upper and lower bodies were separated.
“Heh-uh… Heh-uh-uh…!!”
The pig didn’t dare to go there, and his legs couldn’t move anymore.
Ever since an intruder entered his room, he had doubts about it, but the moment he saw it with his own two eyes, his mind turned white.
A foreign mercenary who even boasted monstrous skills. Isn’t even Shahbat slumped in the far corner?
Accurately, it was only fainting, but because of the blood-stained scenery around it, it was just a simple corpse in the eyes of the pig. Either way is the same in the sense that you can’t help yourself right away.
“Originally, I was planning to just break the tuk-tuk and finish it quickly, but seeing what you were doing in the room, I thought I couldn’t let you go comfortably.”
In the meantime, I heard Roden’s voice approaching silently right next to me. Feeling that he could not run away from him, Petrog raised his voice to somehow live.
“Now… Wait a minute…! You! Are you a mercenary? Money, if you want money, there’s a secret warehouse that only I know of! I’ll give you as much as you want there…!”
“Thank you for your words. But, I don’t really want to touch the nasty money I collected through drugs.”
The carving knife Roden wielded once again drew a sharp light and drew two traces.
Belatedly, both of the pig’s ears became hot, and two thick pieces of meat fell to the floor as lukewarm blood leaked out.
Kwajik! Kwajik!
Roden, who trampled on the flesh this time just like before, completely crushed it so that no flesh remained. Then he swung the carving knife several times, cutting off all of his remaining fingers with Petro and repeating the same process.
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
Kwajik! Kwajik! Kwajik! Kwajik!
Kwajik! Kwajik! Kwajik! Kwajik! Kwajik!
Every time that happened, the cries of pigs covered in tears and snot from pain and fear resonated throughout the Changgwan. No one but Roden heard it.
As he looked at his earless head and the fully rounded pig’s hands, something flashed in his mind. As a bonus, Roden shaved off the boy’s thick hair, making him bald, and giggled.
“Keuhehehe… Isn’t there a completely live-action version of Doraemon? It would be perfect if the whole body was painted with blue paint and the cat’s whiskers were drawn.”
“Ugh, ughuuuuu can possible… You can’t able to get enough money… If you don’t need money, why, why are you doing this to me…?!!”
“It’s punishment for ruining a long-awaited vacation and hurting the bodies of my regular customers and employees. With this, I’ve roughly taken care of my personal resentment… Stay as it is for a moment.”
Chow!
“Kkeaaaaa!
This time, Roden, who cut off Petrog’s ankles like a piece of wood with a carving knife, took out the potion and sprayed it evenly on the wounds where blood was pouring out.
New flesh sprouted from the wound where the potion was applied, as if the cut surface had been welded. The pain subsided to some extent, and the blood stopped completely. It was an emergency measure to prevent the pig from dying from excessive blood loss.
Roden, ignoring the pig’s words to kill him at once, put his mask back on and left the place for a while.
“Now that I think about it… I think dying at the hands of these people would be the best fit for you.”
… A few minutes later, Roden found a waiting room with the remaining prostitutes in the window and took them back to Petrog.
Crunchy, Crunchy, Crunchy.
In the hands of the prostitutes, various instruments of torture and blades were clutched.
“Hee Iik!! Don’t come any closer! These bitches!! Are you going, how dare you point your teeth at the owner, at me?!”
Facing the eyes of the prostitutes full of intent to kill, the pig realized at once what was going to happen and swung her arms menacingly while shouting loudly, but it only fueled their anger.
“Goodbye, Doraemon.”
Beginning with Roden’s goodbye, the prostitutes surrounding Petrog began to literally ‘dismantle’ the pig.
“We’ve been through this all this time because of you and you bastards!!!”
The prostitute holding the tongs pulled out the pig’s eyes and carefully pulled out each tooth.
“Fucking flesh bastard!!”
The prostitute, holding a small hammer, carefully broke each and every bone of the pig.
“Die!!!”
The courtesan holding her sharp saw knife roughly cut off the pig’s tongue and then slit open her abdomen. The sundae-like intestines that were protected by the thick fat protruded here and there, and her blood flowed out.
Then the courtesans began to tug at his intestines and pull them out frantically. In the middle, they bit it with their teeth, cut it with a knife, or pricked it with an awl, causing pain that cannot be expressed in words.
“Care uh… Uh uh uh…”
The cries of the prostitutes without even a hint of mercy and the pain that seemed like it would tear her stomach — actually torn — whispered to Petrog that death was inevitable.
Petro, who was suffering from terrible pain comparable to hell, couldn’t even raise his voice to ask for help, and his consciousness became hazy.
In the port city of Ladvi, the old woman who had accumulated wealth by running a drug business and a brothel for a long time eventually met a gruesome death at the hands of prostitutes.
It was a miserable end befitting a human who had brought countless people to misfortune through drugs, prostitution, and sometimes usury.
