Recipe For a Ruthless Delinquent

Chapter 33 The Real Culprit

I stepped out into the hallway, pulling the door shut and leaving the woman bound in the dark with no way to escape.

The corridor was still completely deserted.

I turned my attention to the neighboring room. Each step made my heart hammer harder against my ribs. Will she be in there? Will I catch them in the act?

I reached for the door handle, but before my fingers even grazed the metal, the knob turned on its own.

Adrenaline spiked. I scrambled backward to create distance, my chest heaving, the construction knife already drawn in my right hand.

The door swung open. A short, thin girl with long hair stepped out into the hall, adjusting a small jacket over her mini skirt. Her head was tilted down—I couldn't see her face.

I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth as I braced myself for the revelation.

She paused for an agonizing heartbeat, then finally lifted her chin and looked up at me.

It wasn't her.

She gave me a dull, second-long glance, then turned and walked away down the quiet hallway. It was the second time I’d seen her—the same prostitute who had accompanied that fatso last time.

A ragged, trembling exhale spilled out of me. My legs went hollow, and I leaned heavily against the cold wall to keep my balance. I stared up at the harsh ceiling light, desperately trying to gather my resolve. Slowly, my eyes drifted toward the heavy double doors of the master suite. Cold fear instantly crept up my spine. Am I getting played?

I looked back toward the private room where I’d left the hottie tied up. A bitter, self-mocking thought hit me:

Why don't I just take the easy win?

If I turned around right now, I could still go back inside. I could sink into her, lose myself completely, and actually find some relief. Maybe—just maybe—if I took the easy pleasure right in front of me, I could finally forget about the vendetta that was tearing my sanity apart.

I pushed myself away from the wall, turned my back on the master suite, and started walking toward the bedroom. With every step away from the danger, the crushing weight in my chest felt lighter. The temptation was so easy.

Then I froze.

No.

I spun around and rushed straight at the master suite before my hesitation could catch up with me. My hand grabbed the heavy knob and twisted.

No lock.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Low, dim shadows greeted me—a jarring contrast to the bright glare of the hallway. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I caught movement: several shifting figures, accompanied by the unmistakable, heavy slap of flesh meeting flesh.

A chaotic tangle of limbs and bodies writhed on the floor. Muffled, rhythmic gasps filled the air.

Finally, I could distinguish the individual shapes: three men. A sickening wave of revulsion washed over me. There was no lust left in my veins, no lingering temptation—only cold disgust at the twisted scene playing out in front of me.

That was until I saw the small silhouette trapped in the middle, looking as though she were being completely devoured by the group.

For a split second, I squinted through the darkness, straining to make sense of the tangled shapes.

Then a voice cut through the heavy breathing.

In the dim light, I made out one of the men seated on a sofa with his legs spread wide. The girl's head was between his knees, her face buried in his lap while her long chestnut hair spilled forward to shield her features.

My pulse skyrocketed.

"So, you decided to join us after all..." the man on the sofa spoke.

My gaze locked directly onto him, straining to make out his shadowy face.

"Haha, what's the matter? Was Saki not to your liking? I trained her thoroughly myself, you know. How could you just leave her tied up in that dark room all alone without giving her what she wanted?" His voice echoed across the suite, brimming with amusement. “You really must have some weird tastes to pass on such a prime piece of ass.”

Saki… Was that her name? A cold jolt of surprise crept through me. Wasn’t that the name of that fatso Tanaka’s daughter?

The man reached down, his fingers casually tracing the cheek of the kneeling girl, then shook his head and clicked his tongue in mock pity. "Well, turning down two gorgeous beauties is something you'll never get to do again in that pathetic life of yours. You really are a dumb, fucking loser."

As if he were in total control, the room's recessed lighting began to brighten, stripping away the shadows and bringing the silhouettes into sharp focus.

I saw the other two men clearly now. One was bald, fat, and hairy, sprawled on the floor directly beneath the girl. His hands gripped her hips, forcing her down onto his dick. A sickening wave of realization hit me—it was Tanaka, that perverted fat slob of a teacher.

My face contorted in disgust as he caught me looking, a filthy grin spreading across his face.

"Hahaha!" the seated man laughed again. "You really thought you walked in here on your own two feet without my knowledge?"

Meanwhile, the second brute—tall, massive, and heavily muscled—was relentlessly driving into the girl from behind.

His eyes locked straight onto mine. His mouth hung open in a taunting, bestial grin, tongue lolling out like a dog in heat. He grunted deep in his throat and slammed himself harder into her asshole. “Hey there, cuck.”

It was Kenta. The gorilla.

“It’s you,” was all I could mutter.

He was tall and thin, with long limbs and sharp, handsome Korean features. His hair was slicked back, and the cocky sneer on his face, combined with the arrogance in his posture, made him look like a completely different person.

He was the guy I had seen at the cinema...

But he was also—

Why the hell hadn’t I recognized him back then?

Had that change in demeanor really been enough to fool me? He hadn’t been wearing his glasses, and without the clean-cut hairstyle or the stuck-up, nerdy appearance of the student council president, I hadn’t made the connection.

"Yoon."

At the deep rumble of my voice, the girl finally lifted her face from his lap, as if she had been waiting for her cue. Soft rosy features caught the light. Her hand slowly pulled the ugly bastard’s length to her glistening lips as her eyes locked onto mine.

“Hehehe… you finally found me… I… ryo… ku…”

The bottom dropped out of my world.

It really was her. Alice.

The same Alice I hadn’t seen in over half a year. The same traitorous, cheating whore who had destroyed my life.

“I’m gonna kill you all!” I roared, a primal, guttural scream ripping from my throat.