Going back a few hours before the welco party of CHG - Central Highschool Graduates Organization for their new first-year mbers—or rather, before the Camping Event ended...
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Dex: Tell you got them or else I’m fucking our girlfriends.
Natan: We found them, Dex. We’re just waiting for the right opportunity to get them.
Dex: Then fucking take them already and bring them to the clubhouse.
Natan: I know. Just give us a bit more ti.
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"That freak," Natan grumbled, ending his conversation with Dexter.
He was the one assigned by Dexter to handle his revenge against Jeff for breaking his nose. But that didn’t an he was just a regular mob. He was a high-ranking mber of FGH and was supposed to be the next chief if Dexter hadn’t used the position of his father, one of the previous chiefs.
He wasn’t lacking in anything as a man compared to him. Dexter might be the current chief, but Natan didn’t actually have to listen to him. Dexter wouldn’t be able to touch him if he dared to refuse the order. But it wasn’t the sa for his girlfriends.
Of course, he had participated in the cri of hunting first-year college girls, blackmailing them into becoming their girlfriends. But in his defense, he truly liked the girls he hunted and didn’t abandon or pass them to other mbers.
However, the decision at FGH on who would have the girls could be influence by the chief, and Dexter was threatening him that he would take his girlfriends if he didn’t obey.
"If he really wanted to get back at soone just for a broken nose and cause trouble for the organization, then he should do it himself," he grumbled again, rembering the details about the person who was their primary target.
The night Dexter was hospitalized due to cumming blood, Natan received the na of their target along with the threat to his girlfriends. He imdiately gathered information, thinking it would be an easy prey. They could just do what they usually did: beat the guy and take his girl as loot. However, the target was soone they couldn’t easily ss with.
He wasn’t from a wealthy family and didn’t have much influence at University. But that was only in Capital City. His influence in Central City actually surprised Natan. The guy was a high-ranking mber of the largest brotherhood organization in Central City, and he had connection with one of the top fashion companies in the country.
If they ssed with him directly, they might end up with an opponent far more dangerous than expected.
Yet despite knowing Natan’s report about Jeff, Dexter still insisted on revenge.
If they couldn’t ss with Jeff, then they would ss with his friends. That was the plan Natan was forced to agree to.
As if it were that easy, Natan thought as they proceeded with the plan—or rather, the plan of Dexter’s n assigned to him along with his own n.
They were going to ss with Jeff’s closest friends, Kris and Marc. Hunt their girlfriends so Kris and Marc would bla Jeff for what happened to them.
They had been following Kris and Marc’s girlfriends for two days, waiting for a chance for them to be alone so they could take them. But with how populated their university was, there was never a mont when either of them was alone. They thought a chance would appear at night as they returned to their dorms, but they had been camping for two nights straight with their college organization.
"What are we waiting for? Let’s get those girls so we can fuck them all night," said one of Dexter’s n.
"There are more than a dozen n in there. We’d be outnumbered if this turns into a brawl," Natan retorted, restraining Dexter’s man.
Their group only numbered seven n: four of his and two of Dexter’s. Although they could only spy from afar, hiding behind bushes and trees, he was sure there were a lot of second- and third-year college guys at the welco party.
"As long as we have this, their numbers count for nothing," said another of Dexter’s n, flashing a handgun at Natan’s face.
"Do you even know how to use that?" Natan said, getting anxious at the thought that the guy might kill soone, either on the target’s side or his own.
"All I have to do is pull the trigger, idiot."
Regardless of his worries and the realization of how idiotic their plan actually was, tonight was his last chance, and now that everyone was asleep in their tents, it was the perfect opportunity for the hunt.
They navigated through the dim surroundings, illuminated by the faint, flickering light of the bonfire, moving toward the tents where they saw Kris and Marc enter with their girlfriends. They planned to silently knock them out and threaten their girlfriends with their knives as they gagged and restrained them before taking them away.
But as they approached the tents, two of Marc’s girlfriends suddenly ca out, heading to the toilet.
Right then...
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"GYAHHH!"
The mont Jeff pulled his still-erect, drenched rod from Nubia’s trembling, soaking-wet entrance—after releasing all of his accumulated load into her womb—a loud scream echoed from within the camp.
The scream awakened and alerted everyone, prompting them to co out of their tents to see what was happening.
It took a minute for Jeff to put on his trunks and shorts and co out of the tent. Then he saw one of Marc’s girlfriends being taken hostage while the other had stumbled and was sitting on the ground, being protected by Marc’s other two girlfriends. anwhile, Marc himself had fallen, kneeling on the ground. His face was bruised from being punched, and he was holding his gut with both hands, enduring and trying to stop the bleeding of his wound.
"Stay down, you fuckin’ bastard!" shouted one of the seven guys holding a bloodstained knife, pointing it at Marc.
"Nobody move, or I’m gonna blow this girl’s head!" shouted another guy holding a gun, frantically pointing it from one person to another, panicking as their group got surrounded with no way to escape.
Damn it, so the Returner Luck wasn’t that reliable after all, Jeff thought, seeing Marc wounded.
He was expecting an assault from Dexter’s n, but he was also expecting that the Returner Luck—the reward he got from Quest 21—would protect him and his friends sohow, just like how it had protected him from getting shot before. He had gotten beat up back then before it activated, so he knew he shouldn’t put too much faith in it, but it was all he could do. Yet seeing Marc injured, Jeff could only wish he had planned things better.
Regardless of his regrets and worries, Jeff needed to handle the situation caused by his blunder.
"You’re here for , aren’t you? So why don’t you take instead?" he said, stepping forward with both hands raised. Right then, Nubia and Veena ca behind him.
"I said don’t fuckin’ move, man! Do you want to see this girl’s brain?!"
Although the guy with the gun was threatening Marc’s girlfriend, he was pointing it at Jeff instead.
Jeff slowly stepped forward, planning to snatch the gun the mont it failed to fire thanks to the protection of Returner Luck, which would save his life from any life-threatening incident. But despite each step he took closer to the guy, despite the guy’s trembling hand holding the gun and his shaking finger slowly pressing the trigger, the Returner Luck wasn’t activating.
"Don’t do anything stupid, Jeff!"
As soon as Jeff heard Nubia’s voice, he realized what was happening.
This bastard had a blind aim. He panicked, thinking that the gun wasn’t exactly aid at him or his vitals but probably at either Veena or Nubia standing behind him on opposite sides.
He didn’t know which side to jump to or who he should protect, so his only choice was to jump in front of the gun, trusting the Returner Luck to at least save his life.
This is gonna hurt for days, he thought, knowing he wouldn’t be able to use the Returner Curse to transfer the damage and injuries without raising suspicion from his friends.
But pain was an old friend of his—one that always told him he was still alive and that there was still hope.
The instant Jeff rushed in to try and grab the gun—and to make sure he was the only one within range—Bang!
"Jeff!"
"Jeff-senpai!"
Seeing Jeff fall to the ground, Nubia and Veena rushed toward him in panic.
Before the guy fired the next shot—even before Jeff was shot—Kris was already charging in.
"Bastard!"
Kris grabbed the arm of the guy holding the gun, twisted it so the gun pointed upward, then dislocated his elbow.
The guy let go of Marc’s girlfriend along with the gun as he stumbled to the ground, squirming and screaming in pain and agony.
"AHH! My arm! It hurts! It freaking hurts!"
With Kris picking up the gun—Bang!—firing a warning shot into the ground further away from everyone before pointing it at the calst bastard, who seed to be the leader, the assault finally ca to an end.
The guys from their group pinned the attackers to the ground and restrained them.
"Are you still alive, Jeff?" Kris asked without looking at him, keeping his eyes and the gun directed at the leader.
"Of course I am..."
Although the Returner Luck didn’t activate, it also ant Jeff wasn’t shot in any vital area that would endanger his life. Even so, his left shoulder was bleeding...
"So getting shot actually hurts..."
—"Of course it does, idiot!"—
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