novelraw Chapter 156: Pinned against the wall — (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Chapter 156: Pinned against the wall — (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)
(Fuck FUCK this— Agssjdnbdnanagagahahaggahagdhdhdhdh!!!)
The pressure from the collapse then hit him sideways, knocking his balance apart completely as the floor trembled beneath the dragon’s weight. He slammed hard against a nearby desk before crashing down onto the brown tiled floor, breath punching violently from his lungs.
Around him—
Students were screaming.
I mean louder now.
Not the earlier panic scream.
One boy near the door was sobbing openly while trying to yank the handle fast enough to escape. Another student froze entirely, unable to move as the dragon’s massive jaws pushed further into the room through clouds of dust and shattered concrete.
The smell hit next.
Heat.
Smoke.
And blood.
Si Hon forced himself upward slightly—
And froze.
Because floating in front of his vision—
The messages appeared again.
Transparent.
And yk it, blue.
Bright.
Streaming endlessly across the air.
「ಠ_ಠ... well, well, well.」
「(◍•ᴗ•◍)... Hi King Si Hon wave wave」
「( •̀⤙•́ ) This... this bitch... finally looked at us.」
「(｡･~･｡)ﾉ hey! Stop that above me... don’t be mean... he might ignore us again... remember our accidents...」
「Fine... hmmp ( •̀⤙•́ )」
Si Hon stared at the floating messages in complete disbelief while the classroom literally collapsed around him.
(Fuck.)
Dust rained from the ceiling.
(Fuck... and these idiots are here too— wait they’re here too!? Yea of course, they’re a part of me something so, wait... I’m thinking fast again.)
THUD!
His forehead slammed against the tile floor again as the dragon pushed closer, its jaws tearing through the remains of the classroom wall with horrifying ease.
Concrete cracked beneath its teeth like brittle crackers while its massive eye locked directly onto the students still trapped inside.
And then—
Si Hon remembered.
Not the classroom, of course.
Not the dragon.
The sensation— alr I’m bullshitting, he remembered the—
(Pulsed Step.)
The thought flashed through his head instinctively.
And the moment it did—
His body moved.
No chant.
No preparation.
His foot stepped forward—
And the world distorted.
For half a second, it felt like space folded strangely around him, the air compressing against his skin before exploding outward beneath his movement.
He vanished from where he stood.
Not teleportation.
Just speed.
Pure, violent acceleration.
The floor beneath his original position cracked from the force as his body reappeared near back of far side of the classroom almost instantly.
Si Hon staggered hard the moment he stopped, one hand slamming against the wall for support as his lungs burned violently from the sudden movement.
"Hah~!"
His chest tightened painfully.
Out of breath already.
But alive.
Still alive.
And when he looked back—
The dragon’s jaws closed over the exact section of the classroom where he had been standing seconds earlier.
Desks.
Concrete.
Students too slow to escape.
Gone.
The sound alone was enough to make his stomach twist.
Then—
A hand grabbed his shoulder.
Firm.
Fast.
Si Hon barely had time to react before instinct kicked in faster than histhought.
"Yeah, Seong, I kno—"
His sentence died instantly.
Because instead of a familiar voice answering— His entire body was violently yanked backward.
"huh...? W-what the fu—"
"SLAM!"
His face hit the wall hard enough to rattle his teeth.
Pain burst across his forehead as one arm twisted behind his back while another forced his other wrist upward against the concrete. A second later, something locked tightly around his neck from behind, pinning him completely in place before he could even process what was happening.
"!?"
For half a second, Si Hon’s brain genuinely stopped functioning.
Warm concrete pressed against his cheek.
Dust drifted through the air around him.
And somewhere nearby, students were still screaming while the dragon tore through the classroom.
Meanwhile—
He was getting restrained like a criminal.
"Huh?! W-what the fuck?!"
The stream of floating chats exploded immediately.
「ಠ∀ಠ PFFT, wait... WOAH WOAH WOAH WHO SAID THAT!!! UNHAND KING SI HON THIS INSTANT!!!」
「(≧▽≦) AAAAAA THIS SCENE LOOKS SO NAUGHTY FOR SOME REASON!」
「What? ತ_ತ」
「NO BUT LOOK AT HOW FAST SHE MOVED???」
「ಠ_ಠ... priorities everyone. there is literally a dragon.」
「Dragon later. This naughty shenanigans first. ( ╹▽╹ )」
「man... I missed when Si Hon ignored us while looking cool and mysterious...」
「yea, but I prefer this... I miss this sensation of being OOGLY by Our Si Hon... like... oogling by him is not so bad after all」
「DUDE phrasing. ಠ_ಠ...」
「I mean it. ̀(｡•̀_-)✧」
「ಠ_ಠ.... Weirdo.」
「(〒﹏〒) King Si Hon is being bullied...」
Si Hon’s eye twitched violently.
(Huh... right. These idiots are still here.)
Another pause.
(Wait.)
His thoughts caught up all at once.
(Who the hell is behind me—)
Then he remembered.
The back of the classroom.
Jisoo’s seat.
And the fact he had basically looked like teleported right beside the regressor while acting like he knew the apocalypse schedule in advance.
(Fuck.)
As if confirming it for him—
A calm voice spoke directly behind his ear.
"Eun Wo?"
The moment she said the name, the arm hooked around Si Hon’s neck tightened slightly.
Not enough to choke him.
Just enough to let him know she absolutely could if she wanted to.
His face remained planted against the wall while one of his arms was twisted firmly behind his back, trapped so perfectly he couldn’t even tell how she did tha. The other hand was pinned flat against the concrete near his head, fingers spread helplessly like he was being arrested by a very angry honor student.
Warm breath brushed faintly against the back of his neck.
Close.
Too close.
"No," Jisoo corrected quietly behind him.
Her voice stayed calm.
Which somehow felt scarier.
Then her grip tightened again.
"Who are you?"
"Ack—!"
Si Hon winced immediately as pressure shot through his shoulder. Her fingers weren’t trembling. They were steady. Controlled. Like she’d done this before. Cus of course she did.
Which was deeply concerning.
"I am—"
Before he could finish, Jisoo shoved him harder into the wall.
Thunk!
"Who are you?!"
This time the concrete near his wrist cracked faintly.
Not dramatically.
Just enough for Si Hon’s soul to begin evacuating his body.
"ಠ_ಠ?!... I was gonna say it."
Behind him, Jisoo’s breathing remained completely even while his own was turning into a stressed out vacuum cleaner.
And somehow, that made everything worse.
The classroom around them was still collapsing into chaos, students screaming, desks overturned, dragon roaring somewhere above—
Meanwhile Si Hon was getting folded like laundry against a classroom wall by the female protagonist.
「(≧▽≦) OOOOOOOOOOH?!?!?!」
「Acardthatwasmaxxedoutwithcash: ಠಿヮಠ HOLD ON HOLD ON THIS ACTUALLY LOOKS SO NAUGHTY!」
「(つ✧ω✧)つ UNCLE... HOLD YOUR HORSE UNDERSTAND?」
「KEWKMAN: Skill issue. ಠ_ಠ」
「NO DON’T SAY THAT!!! HE’S TRYING HIS BEST!!! (ᗒᗩᗕ)(we’re gonna get ignored again so SYFM.)」
「Why does she have him pinned like they’re doing something malicious...」
「Phrasing.」
「NO WAIT LOOK AT HIS FACE AGAIN AHAHAHAHA」
Si Hon’s eye twitched violently.
(Fuck all of you.)