Yurin Gets Cucked (2)

Listening to the voices inside the container, Yurin clenched her fists in agitation. Blood seeped from where her nails dug into her palms.

The helplessness of doing nothing while Seon-ah was kidnapped gnawed at her. And his words—allowing Min-ji to have him—cut deep with pain and resentment. It felt like her world was collapsing. Without realizing it, she stepped toward the container, her pace quickening into a run.

She'd beat down that stalker and those scavenger bastards and take Seon-ah back from Min-ji. In this abnormal situation, her chaotic mind pushed her into a reckless decision.

Normally, she should've observed the scavengers, tracked their movements, and reported to the incoming team for proper intel. Waiting for the Hwaryong Guild members to arrive and storm the container together to subdue the culprits—that was the rational choice. But the thought of Seon-ah in someone else's arms overwhelmed her, and she stormed inside.

Spotting her lover on the brink of harm, she shouted, "Seon-ah!"

But he was already stripped bare, not a thread on him, while Min-ji, holding her skirt's waistband, was moments from shedding it entirely.

"You fucking bitches!"

Seeing this, Yurin unleashed a torrent of rough curses she'd never use in front of Seon-ah, swinging a fist at the woman in the black suit. The woman ducked effortlessly, then drove a left hook into Yurin's gut.

Yurin crumpled to the container floor, clutching her stomach. The pain was so intense her forehead creased sharply, her body trembling, unable to stand.

"What's with this chick? What do we do?" the suited woman asked.

Seon-ah pieced it together—Yurin bursting in, attacking, and now possibly facing death. Dropping to his knees, he bowed his head to the stalker, pleading desperately.

"She's my girlfriend! Please spare her. I'll do anything—please!"

The stalker's voice crackled with excitement. "I won't kill her. I was gonna send photos and videos anyway, but now she gets a live show. Lucky her."

She ordered the scavengers to force the fallen Yurin up, making her face Seon-ah. With a sadistic grin, she taunted, "Your boyfriend's about to get raped. How's it feel? I usually send pics and clips to other girls and never hear their thoughts. Now I've got a proper audience to answer me."

"Answer well, and I might stop it," she added, her smirk betraying the lie.

Yurin seemed to know it too—she didn't beg. Instead, she snarled, "Fuck off, you bitch," growling like she'd tear her apart.

The stalker's face darkened with anger. "Hey, rape him now! Fuck him in front of his girlfriend till his dick's trashed. If you don't do it right, I'll kill him, you, and her—so figure it out."

At the threat, Min-ji glanced at Seon-ah reluctantly. He nodded. "We've got no choice if we all want to live. It's the only way."

Looking at Yurin, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Yurin."

Min-ji positioned herself over him, aligning her body and lowering herself.

Yurin's mind raced. Why hadn't she awakened before?

She'd feared that becoming an awakened would make Seon-ah see her as a monster. From kindergarten through high school, she'd secretly used violence to keep others away from him, ruling with her fists. Even as a regular human, years of training at the Hwaryong Guild's grounds made violence her easiest tool.

Seon-ah had straightened her out, convincing her she could fit in without it—creating the "Park Yurin" she was now. Avoiding violence or swearing in front of him was her way of matching his hopes for her.

But as an adult, violence solved little. Society wasn't just teachers, friends, or peers—it was countless people, many stronger than her. As an unawakened nobody, she was near the bottom. That self-loathing—that she couldn't protect Seon-ah with force—pushed her to rely on money instead.

Using cash to hire a detective and blackmail Min-ji's brother. Yet, faced with real power, money meant nothing—a harsh reality she'd crashed into. She craved strength more than ever, but dreaded Seon-ah's fearful gaze if she gained it. That was her true heart.

For years since age 12, she'd trained hard but never truly wished to awaken—torn between wanting to please Seon-ah, her limits, and finding substitutes for power. Only now, with her precious world crumbling, did clarity strike.

After that realization, time blurred. Her body felt lighter yet heavier than usual. She sensed she could crush the scavengers holding her with ease—explosive speed and agility at her fingertips.

She acted on instinct.

The stalker watched the couple, ignoring the girlfriend, as they began. At first, Seon-ah and Min-ji grimaced in pain, but soon pleasure took over—Min-ji riding him wildly, hips thrusting up and down.

Curious about the girlfriend's reaction, the stalker glanced at Yurin. Eyes closed, she sat in silence. Escaping reality now? She's totally lost it.

But when Yurin's eyes snapped open, something felt off. It was the same vibe as facing Daesan Group's top hunters—a predator that could swallow small fry like her whole.

Alarmed, she opened her mouth to order the scavengers to take her out. Too late.

The scavengers sensed it too, lunging at her—but Yurin's hands shot out, seizing each by the throat. With a sickening crunch, she crushed them. The inhuman sound reverberated through the container.

Yurin had wrestled between the gentle self Seon-ah wanted and her violent nature. To protect him, she'd forsaken his ideal version of her. The soft Yurin he'd loved was gone.

Killing for the first time, that bitter thought hit first—not remorse. She'd cast aside the petty yet precious restraint holding back her awakening. No turning back now.

All that remained was deciding how to kill that stalker bitch.

Seon-ah and Min-ji moved together, burdened by guilt. Seon-ah felt sorry for using Min-ji and cheating in front of Yurin. Min-ji, aroused by forcibly taking a taken man before his lover, discovered her own trashy impulses for the first time.

Raping a guy with a girlfriend, right in front of her—even if he'd confessed to her—was beyond the line.

As they continued, something happened.

Yurin grabbed the necks of the two suited abductors and snapped them. Seon-ah gaped in shock. She wasn't awakened, was she?

The stalker, horrified, bolted for the exit. Yurin moved—faster than the eye could track, like a video on fast-forward. An awakened's unique power.

In a flash, she kicked the stalker's legs. Where calves should've been, there was nothing—severed below the knees, embedded in the container wall. The stalker foamed at the mouth, thrashing before passing out.

Yurin approached Seon-ah and Min-ji, breathing heavily, her excitement unmasked.