Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 63

Karl and Layla were shooketh when a gang of rough-looking dudes approached them. They were rocking leather jackets with gang symbols that Layla recognized all too well. One of them, a tatted dude with messy blond hair, immediately recognized Layla and grinned victoriously.

"Well, well, well, look who it is, Layla. It’s been a week. You know the rules," the guy said, shooting Karl a sneering glance.

Layla looked nervous, and Karl could sense the tension on her face. He could feel Layla’s almost unbearable fear. For a moment, Layla seemed like she wanted to step back, but the dudes moved closer, forming a circle around them.

"You got a new man, huh? Maybe he can cover your ’protection money’ this time," one of them said mockingly, looking down at Karl with disdain.

Layla tried to say something, but her voice caught in her throat. The tatted guy gave her a cold look. "Don’t talk too much. You know what to do when you don’t have the cash." He smirked. "Let’s have a little ’private’ chat."

Before Layla could refuse, one of them grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her to follow them. Karl was pushed to walk alongside them, surrounded by the dudes who made sure they couldn’t escape.

"What the heck?" Karl muttered to himself, "What is this supposed to mean?" He didn’t understand what was really going on.

They were taken to a secluded corner behind an empty building, far from prying eyes. In that dimly lit place, the dudes stopped, and one of them pushed Layla harshly against the wall. Layla was shocked and turned her face away, fear evident in her eyes.

"You know the rules, Layla. If you don’t have the money, you pay in other ways," the tatted guy said, grinning smugly. His hand started moving towards Layla’s shirt collar, intending to pull it. "Let’s just settle it here this time. After all, you’re used to it, right?"

Layla closed her eyes, her body tense as the guy started pulling at her shirt. Witnessing it all, Karl clenched his fists. Anger and frustration welled up inside him, but he knew that fighting back outright wouldn’t be easy.

The dudes noticed Karl and laughed mockingly. "Take it easy, hero. This is just between us and Layla. You don’t need to get involved, in fact, you should be happy because your chick here will save your life."

But Karl couldn’t hold back his anger anymore. With a calm but threatening voice, he said, "Let her go. Right now."

The tatted guy laughed, approaching with a mocking look. "And you think you can stop us? Listen, these are the rules here. Layla knows that."

Karl took a deep breath, then quickly glanced around, assessing the situation. He wouldn’t attack directly, but he knew this problem could be solved instantly with Undead Platinum.

"I’m gonna count to three," Karl said, his voice calm but firm. "And if you don’t back off from Layla, I’ll make sure you all regret it."

The dudes glanced at each other, some looking hesitant. But the tatted guy still smirked condescendingly. "You’re crazy, huh? You’re just alone here."

Karl stared at him sharply, without a hint of doubt. "One... two..."

The seconds passed in tense silence until finally.

"Hahaha..." They all laughed at Karl.

The tatted guy taunted him, turning Layla’s body to face the wall, without hesitation he unbuttoned Layla’s worn-out jeans, her butt clearly visible.

Slap...

The tatted guy slapped Layla’s butt and squeezed it, "You’ll witness a live porn flick, hahaha..." He unzipped his pants and took out his dick, slowly moving it towards Layla’s butt crack, mocking Karl who now became a cuck.

Karl clenched his fists, his eyes sharp.

"Undead Platinum."

Undead Platinum emerged from behind Karl, tossing the guy who held Layla.

Silence, the tatted guy was shocked as his pants fell beneath his feet.

As the gang members began to retreat with fearful faces, Karl raised his hand, instructing Undead Platinum to intercept them.

With lightning speed, the dark and shimmering figure appeared in front of the dudes trying to escape, blocking their way.

Their faces turned panicked, and some of them fell to their knees, shaken by deep fear. The tatted guy who led them looked up with a pale face, his breath stuttering.

"Y-You... Y-You’re ’The Slayer’?" his voice trembled heavily, breaking the eerie silence. The whisper made the other gang members look at each other, clearly scared by the mention.

Karl looked at them expressionless. "The Slayer?" he murmured softly, looking confused. But he wasn’t interested in hearing any further explanations or pleas for mercy.

The dudes began to beg. "Wait, we can explain—don’t do this! We didn’t know Layla was with you... we’ll leave, we won’t bother her again, please!"

Karl scoffed softly, his eyes sharpening with determination. "You’ve crossed the line."

Without a hint of hesitation, Karl gave the command with a single hand gesture. Undead Platinum stepped forward, his sharp gaze making every gang member quiver.

Undead Platinum raised his giant hand and, one by one, executed them with unavoidable blows. The sound of bones cracking and short screams echoed, resonating in the quiet alley. In a matter of seconds, there was no sound left—only the lingering silence with their bodies scattered.

Karl exhaled, calming his anger. He turned and walked towards Layla, who looked at him with a mix of shock and gratitude, Layla put on her pants again, covering her round butt that was almost touched by the dick.

As Undead Platinum slowly faded away, after Karl told him to vanish.

Karl looked at Layla firmly, reassuring her that she had nothing to fear anymore.

"Karl... Are you ’The Slayer’?" Layla asked the same thing as the gangsters that Karl had just finished off with Undead Platinum. freewebnøvel.com

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, ’The Slayer’? Sounds like a movie title to me," Karl replied casually.

"I-I’ll explain, it’s better if we leave this place first," said Layla.

They left the messy place with the gangsters’ bodies, Karl looked at those corpses, "I didn’t expect I could kill for a woman."

Karl walked with Layla, who kept holding his hand, from behind Karl looked at Layla’s body, although it looked worn out, Layla’s body still looked firm with her medium and solid butt.

*****

Layla took Karl to an isolated edge of the forest, they entered an empty house that looked messy. Layla took out a lighter and lit some candles there.

Layla took Karl to a clean room, Karl frowned, "This place is so clean, why don’t we sleep over here at first place? look comfortable here."

Layla looked at Karl with mixed feelings. Her face looked firm, but there was doubt and nervousness inside her that she couldn’t hide.

"I... I was afraid that you would rape me, if I asked you to sleep here, Karl," Layla whispered, avoiding Karl’s gaze. "That’s why I thought it would be safer if we slept in the garden or outdoors."

Karl nodded slowly, trying to understand her feelings. "I get it, Layla," he said, his voice low and calm.

Layla took a deep breath, then approached slightly. "But... you saved me. And not only that. You also promised to help me... to get revenge."

She looked up, staring at Karl with determined eyes. "I know this might seem trivial, but I want to give you a little... reward." Her face blushed slightly, and her hand hesitantly touched Karl’s arm, a sign that she was starting to trust him.