Righteous Man

Ten Minutes Later.

A deathly silence hung in the air.

The once chaotic schoolyard was now a battlefield.

Bodies littered the cracked asphalt...

Gowu Deol, Sowu Deol, Doosik, Choyran, Namsu Park.

The whole pack of third-year delinquents sprawled out, bloodied and half unconscious like discarded trash.

In the middle of it all, he squatted down, legs wide open, one arm resting lazily on his knee.

Sae-Joon.

His face remained flawless, not a single scratch, as if he'd just walked out of a photoshoot. Sweat trickled down his sculpted jawline, his raven-black hair damp under the evening sun.

His loose shirt clung to his toned chest, a few buttons torn off in the scuffle.

Even now... he looked more like a runway model than a fighter.

But the blood splattered across his knuckles told a different story.

Minsook knelt before him, the self-proclaimed king of the school reduced to a sniveling wreck.

His swollen lips trembled, two teeth missing, blood trickling down his chin.

"Do you have a cigarette?"

Sae-Joon's voice was calm.

Detached.

Like he was asking for a favor, not talking to the same bastard whose whole gang he'd single-handedly demolished.

Minsook's pig-like eyes twitched.

"M-my father... my father is the director of this school...!"

Smack!

Sae-Joon's palm cracked across his face — the sound echoing through the hushed crowd.

A few girls flinched, covering their mouths.

Even the boys winced.

Too bloody.

"I asked..."

Sae-Joon's voice dropped lower, colder.

"...do you have a cigarette left?"

Minsook's head hung low.

Even with half his gang broken at his feet, the blood still fresh on the ground, the rotten bastard still thought he could wriggle out of this with his father's influence.

"Y-you're dead... just one word... I'll get you expelled... You...b-bastard—"

Slap!

Another tooth flew out.

Minsook's head snapped to the side, drool mixed with blood dripping onto the pavement.

"I hate the way you all smell."

Sae-Joon wiped his knuckles on his pants.

"I need a cigarette to purify my lungs."

He leaned in, the devil's smile curving his lips.

"I'm asking for the last time."

Minsook's body shivered.

He didn't dare to curse this time.

With trembling hands, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a half-crumpled packet of cigarettes.

Sae-Joon snatched it.

"I only need one."

"Y-y-yes... yes..."

Minsook nodded like a broken puppet.

Sae-Joon lit the cigarette with one smooth motion, took a long drag, then exhaled, the smoke curling lazily through the air.

Finally... his nerves were cleansed.

He glanced down at the wrecked third-year boss.

"So... what were you saying about your father?"

Minsook's breath caught in his throat.

He knew.

If he answered wrong — he'd lose more than just teeth.

"...H-he... he's the... husband of a woman whose... v-vagina you'll w-widen... f-future cuck..."

Smack!

"You... you—"

Smack!

"W-what did I say wrong—"

Smack!

"B-bastard... W-why—"

Sae-Joon's eyes narrowed, as if gazing at a creature lower than dirt.

"You dare to disrespect my woman?"

His voice was venomous.

"How dare you insult her like this?"

"...!"

Minsook's body flinched, but no words came out.

Tears welled in his bloodshot eyes — the gap in his mouth painfully visible.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

A twisted smile flickered across Sae-Joon's face.

"I'll ask once again... who is your father?"

Like a dog, he patted Minsook's greasy yellow hair.

Sobs.

Humiliation.

Pain.

Fear.

Minsook felt all of it — more than he'd ever inflicted on others.

"M-my father's name is Sae-Joon nim... my mother is captured by an evil man... Sae-Joon nim needs to free her... make her life happy... As her son... t-this is my greatest wish... to have a stepfather like Sae-Joon nim..."

His voice cracked, but those words sounded too sincere for anyone to laugh.

"You learn fast now."

Sae-Joon took another drag — the ember glowing bright.

"Begone."

Minsook collapsed onto all fours, dragging himself away like a broken animal.

At that moment, his remaining five dogs bowed to Sae-Joon, hauling their battered boss away. Minsook's face twisted in frustration, those bastards weren't even that injured.

"Fucking cowards... I'll deal with you one day."

He could tell they were faking it, playing dead to avoid another beating while letting him take the fall.

He had lost everything—

Dominance, respect, Hyejin—

And now, he was an unworthy son who couldn't protect his own mother's dignity.

By tomorrow, everyone would laugh at him.

On the other hand.

The whole crowd shivered.

At that moment—

A devil was born in Samwha Private Academy.

A Handsome devil.

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It didn't take long for the crowd to disperse, with only faint whispers remaining, carrying traces of awe and fear.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for saving his dignity by destroying the gang of hooligans.]

[Ding! One Desert Eagle (Gold Edition) with unlimited bullets has been transferred to the system space.]

[Ding! Ten basic-level healing pills obtained. Effect: Stops bleeding and accelerates wound healing.]

[Host's heroics have gained him popularity among the students. Hyejin's lust has increased. Minji wants to squeeze the host between her tits. Influence: 34%]

Sae-Joon barely reacted to the notifications.

A golden Desert Eagle? Unlimited bullets?

This system... it really had no intention of turning him into a saint.

Before he could ponder further—

"Hyung... t-thank you..."

Jisoo staggered forward, clutching his bruised ribs, eyes glistening with gratitude.

Sae-Joon exhaled a stream of smoke, giving him a bored glance.

"Thank yourself. It was your blessing that they messed with me."

"No... even if it was fate, Hyung still protected me. I..."

Jisoo's voice wavered before he clenched his fists.

"Hyung, can I show you something? I recorded something on my other phone... and I think only a righteous person like you can help me."

Sae-Joon flicked his cigarette, arching a brow.

Righteous?

This idiot... is he insulting me?

Still, his curiosity stirred.

"Alright. But not here."

Jisoo scratched his head, hesitant.

"T-then... Hyung, do you mind coming to my house this evening? My mother cooks well."

Sae-Joon was about to refuse when something caught his eye—

Jisoo's phone lay on the ground, its screen cracked from the scuffle. Sae-Joon picked it up, wiping the glass with his thumb.

Then—

His gaze locked onto her.

A family photo... but Sae-Joon's eyes only saw one person.

Jisoo's mother.

And fuck—

His cock twitched instantly.

A woman built for sin.

Clad in a black gown, her massive, jiggling tits strained against the thin floral fabric, so tight that it seemed her heavy breasts would spill out at any moment.

The faint outline of her nipples pressed through the material, thick, perky nubs begging to be sucked.

Her waist was small, hips wide— a body made to be grabbed, held down, and fucked until she forgot her own name.

Thick thighs.

A plump, round ass that would jiggle with every step.

And that face...

Mature, yet painfully beautiful—sharp features, seductive green eyes, and naturally glossy lips that looked like they were made to be wrapped around a cock.

Blonde hair tied back loosely, with a few strands falling over flushed cheeks, like she'd just been fucked raw and left panting for more.

A neglected wife.

A woman starving for cock.

Sae-Joon's pants tightened.

The urge to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her senseless, right in front of her pathetic husband, burned through him.

He wanted her.

Anyway, this was an NTR world.

And the plot didn't even spare the protagonist's mother from blackmail and gangbangs...

Office Orgy.

In the end, she was NTR'ed by her boss in the office, and when Jisoo found out that his mother was fucking an old man and cheating on his poor father, he cried the whole night.

Sae-Joon thought by stealing her first, he was doing this world a favor—saving it from cliché ugly bastard tropes.

'If I take her... at least I'll keep her for myself. Yes, Jisoo was right. I'm indeed a righteous man.'

Jisoo, oblivious to the lustful hunger swirling in Sae-Joon's eyes, kept talking.

"Hyung, will you come? I really need your help."

Sae-Joon blinked, snapping back to reality. He slipped the phone into Jisoo's hand.

"Alright."

"Really?!"

"Yeah. Give me your address."

Jisoo scribbled it down with shaking hands.

Sae-Joon pulled out a small white pill—the healing pill from the system.

"Here. Take this."

Jisoo blinked at the pill, then recoiled slightly.

"W-what is this, Hyung...?"

Sae-Joon's smirk deepened.

This little bastard... does he think I'm trying to drug him?

"It's medicine."

Jisoo narrowed his eyes.

"It looks like... drugs."

Sae-Joon flicked his cigarette, lips curling.

"...What are you, a beautiful woman that I'd drug?"

Jisoo gulped but still hesitated.

Sae-Joon leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"It's a traditional herbal painkiller... a mixture of Chinese and Indian herbs. Stops bleeding, heals wounds faster... something only real men use."

He exhaled a lazy puff of smoke.

"But if you don't want it... suit yourself."

Jisoo's pride wavered.

Real men...

He snatched the pill and dry-swallowed it, wincing.

Sae-Joon's smirk stretched wider.

Idiot.

It wasn't kindness.

He just wanted to see if the system's pills actually worked—if they'd regenerate Jisoo's wounds or if the system was feeding him bullshit.

Jisoo was nothing more than a test subject.

"Hyung... t-thank you..."

"Don't thank me yet."

Sae-Joon's mind was already elsewhere.

First—he needed to hit the gym.

Without a strong body, he wouldn't survive this degenerate world.

As Jisoo limped away, Sae-Joon flicked away his cigarette, watching the boy disappear down the street.

A few minutes later, Sae-Joon also headed toward his destination.

Then—

A pair of seductive eyes peeked from behind a street pole, pink irises glinting beneath messy blonde hair.

Watching them.

"That oppa saved Jisoo... he is a good person."

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( End Of This Chapter)

Need power stones 😭