The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 2743From NôvelDrama.Org.

"The police won't take you seriously if you make a report about me. All I did was say a few words. You can't bend the law to suit your needs," added the homeless man.

Rita clenched her fists and breathed heavily. "And you think you can get away with being a creep? You were harassing me!"

The hobo was already determined to satisfy his lust that day. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Rita's thighs.

Rita tumbled to the ground with him and cried out in pain. "Ahh!" She kicked wildly, landing hits on the man's face several times. Though he wailed in pain, his grip nonetheless remained firm.

At that moment, another homeless man shrugged off his tattered cotton jacket and rose to his feet. He shouted, "What's with all the noise? Some people are trying to get some shut-eye here!"

Rita looked at the man with teary eyes as if imploring for his help. The drunk hobo who attacked her did not expect to draw so much attention to where he was, and he released his grip on her out of fear. Rita seized the opportunity to retreat, but he merely took his jacket and donned it.

"Stop struggling. It's just us two here. He's not going to do anything about us, anyway..."

Rita glanced down. She had never relied on other people because she had long grasped the reality that the only person one could rely on was oneself.

The drunk hobo assumed she had given in when she kept quiet, so he got up from the ground and spat into his palm before lubing himself with his saliva. "I've been dying to find out how it feels to be with a young woman."

However, before he could reach Rita, he felt a sudden chill down his spine. He was about to turn around and see who was behind him when the homeless man from earlier struck him from behind with a thick piece of wood.

"Ah!" Rita quickly darted behind the homeless man. The homeless man swung the piece of wood again, causing the drunkard to double over in pain.

To everyone's surprise, Rita wrested the stick from the homeless man's grasp and delivered a firm blow to the drunkard. "You think you can harass me? You think you can take advantage of me?! I'll teach you a lesson! Are you going to harass other women again after? Huh? Are you?!"

As she went on a tirade and beat him senseless, the drunkard shrieked and stammered, "No! I won't! I swear! Stop! I won't do it anymore! Ouch, it hurts! Please stop hitting me! It was my fault for drinking too much!"

Rita only stopped when she was dripping with sweat. She pounded the wooden stick on the ground and panted heavily. "Oh, so now you're using drunkenness as an excuse? If you try something like this again when you're drunk, I'll beat you until no one can recognize you!"

Rita pointed the piece of wood at his groin, which caused the drunkard to curl up in a ball. He glanced into Rita's eyes and acknowledged that he was fearful for his life. Never had he seen a woman who was capable of such brutality.

Rita then raised the stick high, causing the drunkard to shut his eyes tightly. However, the homeless man from earlier intervened and took the stick from her. "Stop hitting him. He'll die."

Eventually, Rita relinquished the stick despite still fuming in anger. "I'm the one who'll be facing the consequences if he dies."