CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELVES

"If I’m a God. Do you think you can stop me?" he walked closer, whispering into her ears.

"You must miss that cock don’t you? I get to be fucked senseless by the man of your dreams. While you have to make do with anything you find on the streets.."

Seraphine hissed darkly, she would make Kaizar pay for this.

She swore on her life.

"I will make you regret crossing me. Kaizar Amagi."

She gave him one last glance before heading back to her carriage.

Min-jae wasn’t too happy about the conversation.

The author of the book didn’t reveal some of Seraphine’s tricks to even the readers, meaning he didn’t know all her plans.

In the novel, there wasn’t a ball but now there was a ball in four days.

"The plot is changing. It could catch me off guard if I’m not careful.."

And Seraphine wasn’t the only villain in this story, there were three other dangerous ones.

The novel was three hundred Chapters long and the manhwa, two hundred Chapters. He didn’t read the last ten Chapters of the manhwa even though there was a huge buzz about it.

Apparently something big has happened.

He’d have to think about this another day, for now, he had to head home.

He turned to head back to the carriage, when a glint caught his head.

The area he was in, there was a town on one side and a forest on the other.

The figures were covered in black from head to toe, we’re these the bandits? He thought to himself.

He wanted to ignore them, he wasn’t mentally ready to fight but when he saw them carry a body and it’s muffled screams.

He immediately moved.

Min-jae trailed them through the brush, his steps light, careful not to make a sound.

Twelve men, he counted each one by their gait, their rhythm, the faint clatter of weapons at their sides.

Twelve against one.

Even if he caught them off guard, it would be a miracle to leave without bleeding.

He followed deeper into the forest. The further they went, the darker it became, as though the trees themselves wished to hide what was happening inside.

The faint scent of blood hung thick in the air.

A warehouse appeared in the clearing, old wood stained darker at the base.

From within came the sound of metal scraping against stone.

And beneath that, a muffled whimper.

Min-jae’s breath slowed. He crouched behind a tree, watching as the men pushed open the door and dragged their prize inside.

The woman they’d been carrying fell hard against the ground, a cry escaping her lips before she could stop it.

Her hands were bound, her gown torn.

She looked young, too young to be here.

The men circled her, grinning like wolves scenting blood.

"Still got some fight in you.." one of them laughed, kicking her side.

"Keep squirming, makes it better when they break."

"Look at that face.." another said, grabbing her chin. "Bet she’s never even touched a man before."

Laughter followed.. crude, loud, heavy with hunger.

The men smiled "We are going to have fun missy."

"We’re going to fuck that virgin cunt of yours until it’s loose and then we’ll send you to hell."

"You must be curious,what it’s like taking 12 cocks.."

"Please... I’m going to be married!" the girl sobbed. "My husband—he’ll..."

Her words were drowned in another round of laughter.

"Your husband won’t even recognize you when we’re done." the black haired man with a scar below his lips smiled.

"Maybe we’ll invite him next time. Let him watch what a dozen men can do." one said while slapping her face lightly.

The woman shook her head violently, tears streaking down her face.

Min-jae’s jaw clenched as he watched the men surround the woman. Every instinct screamed at him to act, but he hesitated, his hands empty. He hadn’t come prepared for this. His plan was to rescue her and not to fight a dozen men single-handedly.

But he couldn’t just stand by. He scanned the ground, his eyes locking onto a glint of metal in the dim light.

It was a knife, discarded or forgotten, lay just a few feet away. Min-jae’s gaze darted back to the men, his mind racing.

"Strip her.." one of them sneered. "Let’s have our fun before we dig her guts out.."

Min-jae’s hesitation vanished. He lunged for the knife, his fingers closing around the hilt as he sprang into action.

A swift, silent strike, and the first man fell.

Swoosh.

Chaos erupted, the others scrambling for their blades as Min-jae stood tall, the knife glinting in his hand.

"Didn’t your mothers ever teach you.." he said, voice calm, "to keep your hands to yourselves?"

The men turned, startled, blades half-drawn.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then a laugh cut through the silence.

"Well, look what the rats dragged in.." one of them sneered, spitting to the side. "Another hero come to save a whore."

Min-jae tilted his head. "Funny. I didn’t know pigs could talk."

The laughter died.

A man stepped forward, broader than the rest, a scar running down his cheek. He gripped his sword and grinned.

"You’ve got a smart mouth, Boy. Let’s see if you still talk when your teeth are on the ground."

"I’d rather not.." Min-jae said softly. "Though you wouldn’t know what, bad hygiene is."

That earned him a blade swinging for his face. He ducked, drew his own knife in a flash of silver, and the man’s wrist split open before the blow landed.

Gash!

Blood sprayed, hot and sharp.

The others cursed.

"Kill him!"

Boots thundered on the wooden floor.

Min-jae sidestepped the first, parried the second, and drove his knee into the gut of the third. A crack followed, his ribs snapping like dry twigs.

"You bastard!"

"Cut him apart!"

Min-jae exhaled through his teeth, deflecting another strike. "Twelve men against one. Is that how brave you are? Or do you need to outnumber your victims to feel like men?"

One lunged from behind, Min-jae spun, slashing backward.

Thwack!

The man dropped with a scream.