10 [Who Do You Voodoo] 18+

//Man, I'm just straight up naming chapters after music, I don't care.

Also, this ain't a smut chapter, but I thought the 18+ tag was appropriate in the title.

...Should I even bother?

I'm also going to try and give Myul Mang some spotlight, but the main MAIN character of this story remains Jack Ho.//

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The day started off as any other day had. The sun rose above the horizon, beaming light onto the world below as many residents awoke to begin their daily lives in hopeful peace. Some people were just going to work, others were ending their night shift. So on and so on, you get the idea. The world goes on no matter the time, the age and the people.

It's just that, not everyone sleeps. The night owls are the people that prefer to stay awake during the night or go long into the early hours of the morning before finally tucking in. Jack Ho is... kind of a night owl? Well, he most certainly can go without sleep for a while as his blonde girlfriend can attest, but he's usually at least somewhat impaired afterwards. Cognitively speaking. Jack is also not new to going out during the night, either to... further progress in developing and maintaining a prime physique or to just buy a late-night snack. Mary herself was no different, except she did like her beauty sleep but had forgone it multiple times over the weeks just to hang out with her friends and boyfriend.

By hanging out with her boyfriend, I am of course referring to both the innocent dates and sexual escapades. Their bed has seen its fair share of... physical trauma. Usually in the form of Mary's two fat ass cheeks being pounded into it.

"Oh~♥"

Just like she was now.

The sound of excessive and rapid creaks of bed springs completely filled the otherwise quiet room of Jack Ho. His girlfriend's nails roughly dug into his back as her unbelievably thick and succulent thighs tightly pressed against Jack's sides, her feet dangling in the air and roughly moving back and forth with each and every thrust. Loud moans left the blonde's mouth as the sound of their hips collided mixed with the sound of the bed crying out in agony.

Mary's nails had barely scarred Jack's back. The male's broad-shouldered and well-toned back almost completely covered the female being bred beneath him. Only her thick legs, arms and head were visible. But Jack's back wasn't barren, no. On it, a rather intimidating image was painted in the form of a tattoo. It was a picture of a scary, muscular caricature of a man holding a large bell on his back. A feral expression was present on the man's face...

"OH~♥ HARDER~! FUCK ME HARDER~♥"

An almost identical feral look was visible on Jack's face as Mary screamed into his ear, the sweet and indulging sound of her moans, as well as the feeling of her voluptuous body against his certainly took its toll on Jack's hormones. An almost feral sense of dominance and carnal desire to mate had completely erased any rational thought in both of their heads. Even if Jack wore protection... you never know~

Mary's jiggly ass bounced and quaked with each and every thrust, the massive size of her boyfriend's dick reaching well into her depths and crashing against the entrance to her most sacred place.

Such was the life for these two, hellbent on making each other cum at least five times a night... And go through a fortune's worth of condoms too while they're at it.

"CUMMING!"

"OOH~♥"

Despite the plastic barrier being present at the tip of Jack's dick, Mary felt the thick load PUNCH against her insides with an explosive force as huge amounts of virile seed were dumped into the pink contraption making it expand like a balloon.

Mary counted her blessings when the condom remained in one piece after such a hard fuck, but it's only a matter of time before such luck runs out... Especially after November...

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So here we are. In a dark alley just a block from Myul Mang's school. He's 18 now, a big boy who can take care of himself. So then... why in the world would he throw himself against a group of thugs? Simple... excitement! His heart can't just get a boost in rhythm from caffeine. No. He needs something more! Something more physical! A good fight.

"Oi shithead! Are you sure this is the guy?!" a tall, burly man's voice echoed across the dark alley as he glared at the much younger and shorter guy standing in front of him with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

"T-T-That's him!" a frightened and bruised guy replied, he looked to be just a little older than the man currently surrounded by at least 20 thugs from all sides.

The fat thug could only glare at the relaxed and unintimidated high school student in front of him, then he snarled, "Psh, this guy? He doesn't look like much. Hey, shithead! Are you The Soul Eater?!"

The student surrounded by thugs didn't reply initially, further angering the boss of the group of thugs. Then, the boy just took a deep whiff of his cigarette before exhaling a large puff of smoke. His expression was relaxed as always. He didn't appear intimidated, angered or excited. Just... tired if not a little intrigued.

"Soul Eater?" finally, the high schooler spoke in a relaxed and somewhat interested tone, "I've heard a lot of namecalling in my career but that... I like that. Soul Eater. Haha, too bad it's copyrighted."

The level one punching bag, also known as the Boss Thug didn't seem pleased by the boy's attitude. You can't really blame him, he was rude and annoying with his lax attitude towards being completely surrounded and outnumbered. So why... Why couldn't the older tattooed man shake off the feeling of unease? That answer would be soon answered as the large man roared and took a swing at the younger student.

|>---->[Young Thug POV]<----<|

That fight still plays out in my mind, over and over again yet it's always... incomplete. It's like a memory from long, long ago. In one moment, the Gold Lions, the gangster group which I stupidly joined, all attacked that high school delinquent. And then, the next moment my mind recalls... everyone, except me and the man in question, was on the ground in a pool of their own blood. Broken noses, fractured ribs and broken bones were an injury suffered by everyone except me... and him. I saw the fight happen with my own two eyes, I saw him punch, kick and throw everyone around like they weighed nothing. Heavy-weight wrestler-level thugs... reduced to small bags of feathers. I don't know why I remember so little of the fight. Was it fear? The adrenaline pumping through my body like a broken car pump? The instincts yelling, screaming, SCREECHING at me to run away. To get to safety. But... my body refused to move despite the carnage happening around me. Subconsciously, I thought of a scene from a documentary we had to watch back when I had to go to school.

"A young impala, unfortunately, stumbles across a cheetah. The fastest of the fast predators of the Savannah can achieve its top speed of 112km/h in just four seconds. Now, what would you do in that situation? You would have the option to run away using your speciality, the "zig-zag run". However, the little impala does not run. It does not turn its tail on the passing predator. It can't even make a single step. Its muscles were frozen in fear. But the cheetah was not interested in hunting the little impala and walked away, uninterested. And then, when the cheetah is finally out of range the little impala dashes away."

This situation was exactly like that one. I couldn't move a muscle. I couldn't make a sound. I could only watch with cloudy, fear-stricken eyes as a once-powerful gang was reduced to nothing more than a bunch of garbage on the ground. Uneaten raw meat left to rot on the ground by the cheetah. Ah... I see now. We never amounted to anything more than impale, no... even that is too much. We were like rabbits thrown into a cage with a hungry lion. Now I see it. Why this man was so carefree. Why even when he fought, even when he broke bones and raptured lungs... why he still looked so bored. To a lion, a rabbit is nothing special. It is, ultimately...

Just a snack.

Before I recovered from the shock of seeing a lion rip its claws and teeth into the rabbits surrounding him... The lion stood before me. Just a few centimetres away from me. Close enough for me to die in an instant if it swiped one of its claws at me.

"Hey..." it was inevitable, this confrontation made my body tremble like an old wooden bridge between two massive mountains during a hurricane, "...If being part of a gang isn't your thing... Leave."

I had never run so quickly before. With adrenaline pumping through my veins I ran as fast as my legs could carry me away from the danger. I didn't dare look back. I didn't dare utter a word. I just ran. I ran away, leaving behind all those injured gangsters like they didn't matter to me. Because they didn't, case and point. But the feeling of receiving the greatest gift a predator can give its prey truly felt... amazing.

The gift of... mercy.

Only after I sat down on a park bench had I realized my previous mistake. The fight, if it could even be called that, wasn't what had transpired between a lion and a group of rabbits. It wasn't even between a cheetah and an impala. No. This man... this high school delinquent was a far cry from something so humane. He wasn't a lion. He wasn't a cheetah. He was something much, much worse...

He was a... a demon! There's no better way to describe him!

The man's name... I never asked it but I didn't have to. Everyone knows it anyway...

...Myul Mang...

[ The Strongest Delinquent ]

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"...Soul Eater sounds so fucking cringe..."