I swallowed.
Cold sweat beaded on my temples, seeping through my mask.
My hands trembled, and heavy breaths escaped me.
I paused for a moment.
This move was very risky.
The sound of my pistol firing would surely be loud.
Moreover, the caretaker of this apartment was my brother's acquaintance.
I was afraid my brother's reputation would plummet just because of me.
But my chest felt different.
The pain was intense as I recalled the past, and I walked backward until my back hit the wall.
The doorknob slowly turned.
I flinched, nervously shifting to the left side.
The hallway was dark; perhaps he wouldn't see me in these dark clothes.
I leaned against the wall, waiting for him to come out.
I held the pistol with both hands, staring at the door intently and carefully.
'If I had shot them earlier, they would indeed have died. But the risks that follow would multiply. Be patient. Adjust my position, look for the right opening.'
Not long after, someone came out; it was the woman he was with. I thought she would be alone, but this was the right time.
I smirked.
This new, clever tactic had a 60% chance of succeeding.
I just needed to wait for her to let her guard down.
"Honey, I'm going home now. Thanks for the pleasure, hehe."
The woman kissed him, then waved her hand.
They looked intimate, whether out of love or just an act, I couldn't tell.
Because of the light streaming from inside, the woman's eyes probably couldn't see me in this darkness.
Then the woman closed the door, turned, and headed downstairs.
She looked cheerful, with short red hair and a minimalist dress beneath her fur jacket.
I stood straight, walked two steps without a sound, then I muffled the woman's mouth and pressed my pistol against her temple from behind.
The woman flinched in shock. She struggled, but I pressed my left hand down hard to silence her, then I whispered softly.
"Quiet, woman. If you scream or resist, don't blame me if I shoot you."
She nodded, tears streaming down; her body was trembling in fear. Then I whispered to her again.
"Remember my words. Don't ever reject my offer, and I want to cooperate with you."
The woman fell silent; perhaps she was thinking, but her expression from the side looked confused and terrified.
"Relax, if you want to live, I want you to go back inside and invite him to sex again, but, invite him to play in the bathroom and don't lock the door. If you do this, I will let you live."
The woman spontaneously nodded her head repeatedly.
She had no other choice but to obey my words.
I released the grip of my left hand.
She bent down, taking a breath. A long breath was heard from her, and she coughed, because I had gripped her so hard.
Then she stood straight, turned around, staring at me with fear, her dark red eyes wide with pupils dilated. Then she started to brave herself.
"I'm sorry, I'll do what you say, but promise me you won't kill me."
I narrowed my eyes and smiled with satisfaction. Her response meant this plan would likely succeed one hundred percent, but I still remained cautious.
She walked back and knocked on the door, and I leaned to the left near the door, holding my pistol, pointing it at the woman. If she betrayed me, I would shoot her instantly.
The man opened the door again, looking confused to see the woman return.
He scratched his head, naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist, and a strong smell of soap spread.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I'm not satisfied yet, let's do it again."
The woman posed sexily, taking off her thick fur jacket, showing her cleavage, suppressing a smile, then glancing at me once.
She gave me a signal, but somehow she seemed quite skilled at seducing men. However, I was also a little suspicious of that glance.
Then the man didn't think twice, inviting her in. Both of them entered the room. The door closed slowly; it seemed the woman didn't lock it.
Then I stepped closer, putting my ear to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Why did you come back? You said you were tired and wanted to rest, but if you want more, I won't refuse, haha. Let's try the next style until morning."
The man's voice sounded happy, even though in a few minutes he would die by my hands. False harmony for you, and a cold night for your corpse.
"Honey, I want to do it in the bathroom, how about that?"
The woman's voice came through as she undressed; the sound of falling clothes was audible to my ears.
"Kyaaa~"
The woman sounded surprised. I imagined the man was attacking her and bringing her into the bathroom.
"Let's do it."
The sound of footsteps moving away.
It was time for me to go in.
'Wait for me, little dog. A lead meal is coming for you.'
I turned the doorknob, then entered cautiously while squatting. I closed the door, then locked it slowly. Clack! Fortunately, they didn't hear it.
They were already having sex in the bathroom, how depraved they were.
I looked around the man's room. It looked very clean, with no gun displays or firearms on the wall.
A luxurious painting was displayed in the medium-sized living room; this painting might have a high value if I sold it later.
I walked slowly toward the bathroom area, regulating my breathing calmly, holding the pistol, my body crouched low.
"Ahh, honey, keep going. Come inside me again, because it's Christmas Eve. It's okay for you to spray your sweet sperm without a condom."
'It seems they are doing it without protection. If I think about it, the woman's words mean she used protection earlier. Haha, this woman is quite clever, even doing that because she is afraid of death.'
"H-Honey, I'm spraying, and accept the holy water from me. Swallow until my seed spreads in your soft vagina. Arrghhh."
The blurry reflection on the bathroom glass showed them doing doggy style, with their backs to me.
'Tsk, shameless bastards, even though they're about to die.'
I opened the glass shower door, which seemed to still be slightly ajar.
I slowly stood up, gripping my pistol tightly, aiming at the man's head, which was tilted back, lost in pleasure.
I pulled my trigger.
BANG! BANG! Two shots launched precisely toward the back of the man's head.
He didn't have time to dodge; the loud sound was heard, and the distance between us was too close.
The hot lead hit the back of the man's skull hard.
Both his eyeballs popped out, falling onto the woman's back.
Blood spurted from the skull hole.
The man died miserably during orgasm.
His sperm was still flowing out, and his penis seemed still lodged in the woman's vagina.
The man fell to the side, and the woman was terrified.
She curled up, covering her mouth tightly, shivering at the horrifying sight.
One of the eyeballs rolled in front of her.
Its pupil seemed to be directed at her, then she closed her eyes.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
The whimpers of fear were repetitive, tears flowing heavily.
I, seeing it, almost burst out laughing—how ridiculous the man's fate was.
'Hnnnnghhaa... h-he died while cumming!'
I covered my mouth.
My heart felt satisfied, and a tingling, giggling sensation suppressed the laughter in this tense situation.
Then I regulated my breathing, calming myself.
I walked casually toward the man's corpse, taking off my hat and smirking.
This sight was truly beautiful to me.
"Hehe... ha ha! This is what happens if you cross me! I've been waiting for you for five years, YOU DAMN BASTARD!"
I kicked the corpse repeatedly.
Then I glanced at the naked woman.
I directed a cold and disgusting look at her.
Even in this fear, the man's sperm was still dripping out.
I walked, standing just a few centimeters from her, looking down at her.
"Hey, you slut, stop whining! You're annoying me! Do you want to end up like him?"
I pointed at the man with the pistol in my right hand.
The woman's voice choked.
She fell silent, but her body was still trembling.
I grabbed the showerhead attached to the wall, turned on the water flow slightly warm, then directed it at the woman.
She was drenched, then little by little, she released the hands covering her face, looking at me as I cleaned her body.
"W-Why are you doing this to me?"
I stopped, then turned off the shower, placing it back on the wall.
The water mixed with fresh blood and semen fluid, flowing into the drain.
"Quiet. I'm just keeping my promise. Now put this on, and don't say anything else. Hurry up and go home, and forget this ever happened."
I leaned closer, grabbing her head, whispering softly as I covered her body with the towel the man had used
"Remember, don't tell anyone. Hurry and get dressed. I'll wait for you in the room, and we'll walk out together."
I left her alone in the bathroom, then I sat on the sofa near the exit door, waiting for the woman.