Breaking past limits and backs.

"What are you going to do twit, I can snap you in half if I want to" he said trying to hold Ji-Hun by the collar.

Ji-Hun knew he wasn't half as strong currently compared to Chul and he wasn't trying to fight in a contest of strength.

Besides, it wasn't a 1V1 between him and Chul but him against the entire gang, the whole six of them.

He moved back as much as the space could allow but sinking a ball point pen into Chul hand that was attempting to grab him by the collar.

He immediately jumped on the desk out of the closed space, he weaved out of Chul reach with the other hand and kicked him back towards the glass.

Chul body slammed against the window glass, not enough to break it but enough to keep him away from him and keep him between the chair and desk.

Ji-Hun kicked the chair, topping it over and before picking it up and using it to push chul into the space before picking up the coke can and slamming it again his face continuously.

This ran shock around the entire class, expect Chul who was already knocked out cold from the continuous knocks he got from a metal coke can.

Ji-Hun adjusted him hair with his bloody hands as he looked at one direction.

It was the back seat last row, he met a mixture of surprised and horror filled expression.

He then remembered that even though they tried to ask tough around Chul and the other kids, they were still teenager who had little or no experience about how gory a real fight would be.

"Who fucking next?!" Ji-Hun said, trying his best to hide his shaking breath and hand.

Was I really this weak in the past, just one fight, and I was already this tired.

He scanned the room on how to take on the others if they ever recovered their wits to attack him, but they never did?

He already took down their leader and the strongest in their gang, they already lost the will power to fight, especially after experiencing a fight like that.

Silence followed.

Ji-Hun stood there with a can covered with blood, while Chul remained on the floor motionless with a blooded nose and more mess of blood to make out the degree of injuries.

The bell rang.

Exactly what Ji-Hun needed.

He needed to get out of his mess, and him walking away wasn't very feasible.

He walked to his seat and picked up his bag. He walked back to the mess he created and as he was about to walk away, Chul grabbed his leg.

He didn't hesitate, he stepped on it.

Crack.

He kept waking away, only the groans from Chul showed his arm was already broken.

Ji-Hun didn't want to take the train, he rather walked home to clear his head.

He finally had revenge, he had killed men of importance in the past-future life before, but he couldn't get the grudge of his hellish high school out of his head.

Not only that, but he required a plan and fast.

Likewise, he had to find who sent him here and why?

His neighborhood was located in a quiet area, the houses were either duplexes or large estates.

Thinking about it, he had no idea what his father did, but he was never around and large amount of money was sent home every now and then.

He got to his house, as he took his key from his bag.

It was quiet, and he wasn't surprised, his stepmom was either shopping away his father money or was in a fancy party with her friends and his stepsisters currently still in school.

But it was precisely what he needed.

A quiet place to think and clear his head, and now he had the house all to himself or so he thought.

He opened the front door.

"What the fuck!" Those words crept out of Ji-Hun mouth, but instead it came out as an act of shock.

He entered through the front door and she was there.

Her red hair tied into a ponytail, her skin fair, and she was an embedment of beauty. But she was naked.

Stark naked as her hands left her clit trying to salvage any piece of clothing she could find to cover up herself.

She was his stepmom, Kim Ho, and she was currently trying to please herself.

Ji-Hun stood at the door, looking at her.

He was already tired and didn't want anything to do with her now.

He simply stared at her as she struggled to cover up before he moved towards her.

Her heart raced when her stepson came into the house. She wasn't expecting him for another 2 hours, and here he was staring at her.

She wished the ground could open up and swallow her.

She had her needs.

Now she has no idea what to do as he walked towards her.

He looked at her but rather spacey. It wasn't her, it was the food behind her as he walked up, picked it up and walked away not even giving her a single glance like she didn't exist.

He didn't even express any sign of lust towards her body.

As he climbed upstairs, she could hear him lock his door.

"Ho, you are really getting old" She said with mixed feelings, she didn't know if she should be disappointed in him not even looking at her or embarrassed that he saw her.

But something else caught her attention, "was that blood on his hands?"

Ji-Hun was starving, he could feel his insides crumble from hunger and this food was a life-saver literally.

He was done with the food within minutes, and he was full after having a cold drink from the fridge in his room.

He decided to take a shower to wash off the blood in his hand and the stains along his head.

Furthermore, he took off his clothes and put them in the washer before stepping into the shower, as the cold water hit his body, how mind went blank.

It was already late in the evening, he had dinner in his room.

He already distanced himself from his proposed family and lived in seclusion in his room.

He had dinner in his room and stayed there, he only came down when he was about to leave the house.

He already had dinner and was on his bed resting when he heard a knock on his door.

He didn't expect anyone, but he already did the math.

He saw her pleasuring herself, of course she was going to ask him to keep quiet about it. He intended to do something about her and her daughters but seems the opportunity delivered itself into his hands.

"Guess it won't be sleeping alone this night." He said as he started to draw up a plan as he walked towards the door.