Chapter 19: Conquering Shim Uran
"Hello? I didn't expect you'd be this surprised."
"Y-You're...?"
"I'm S, the one who contacted Uran-ssi."
"You're S? Wooseok-ie is S...?"
"That's right, I'm S. That wasn't a lie."
Shim Uran gradually calmed down. Naturally, anger began to surface in her status message.
"Th-This... this..."
Shim Uran's body trembled with rage, her breasts jiggling slightly with the motion.
Breasts that create movement with just this much. Impressive.
I was convinced I'd made the right choice approaching this woman.
Considering the stress she'd endured over the past couple of hours, I felt a twinge of guilt... but...
I have confidence I can melt it all away with even greater pleasure.
Self-justification complete! Now it was time to buy her favor and persuade her.
Before her anger could erupt fully, I quickly handed over the prepared documents.
"As you'll see, the rudeness I showed Shim Uran-ssi was a lie... but also not entirely a lie. Could you read these materials first?"
Shim Uran snatched the documents, her eyes widening as she read.
"First, let me properly introduce myself. Hello, Uran-ssi. I'm Song Yunho, working in the hacking industry. The reason I contacted you like this—as you'll see in the materials—is that I discovered your video had been leaked."
"Is all this true?"
"Yes. All of it."
"...I have a question. Answer me."
"Of course."
"First off, how did you know I was in Nonhyeon-dong?"
"Because I was your customer, Uran-ssi. It's been about a year, but I remembered your face. Otherwise, I couldn't have pinpointed you just from the video."
"What? Ah..."
I'd specified a year ago because that was right after she started working there. As a newbie, she'd been too busy to notice if I lied about being a customer.
So that's how...
"Does that make it a bit more believable?"
"No. There's no proof Wooseok-ie is the culprit."
"There is proof."
Kim Wooseok had been clever enough not to upload the video directly to the internet. Instead, he'd sold it anonymously to a webhard porn uploader.
"While tracing the upload route, I found an open KakaoTalk link. That's the evidence."
I clicked the open KakaoTalk link and handed her my smartphone.
#Salmon For Sale #Scale Removal #No Head Removal
"See here? Salmon, scales, etc. Those are code words used in illegal video trades."
Salmon meant video, scale removal meant no mosaic, and no head removal meant the face was visible.
"And this proves Wooseok-ie is the culprit?"
"Yes. The profile owner is Kim Wooseok. Open chats have one key feature. Want to tap the chat room? Don't actually enter—just check if you can."
"Yeah, I can."
"Block Kim Wooseok and try again."
A moment later, Shim Uran looked shocked. I continued.
"Can't enter now, right? That means the open profile owner is Kim Wooseok. Blocking someone's KakaoTalk profile blocks their open profiles too."
Only then did trust appear in Shim Uran's status message.
"So that's how it happened. Wooseok-ie—no, Kim Wooseok..."
She ground her teeth.
"That fucking bastard Kim Wooseok..."
"When was the last time you talked to Kim Wooseok-ssi?"
"Huh? Well..."
She hesitated, then confessed the conversation she'd had with him just before meeting me. Since I already knew, I pretended to understand generously.
"Ah, I get it. That makes sense. Actually, it's good timing. Let's call Kim Wooseok here now."
Confusion crossed Shim Uran's face.
"It's not easy for a woman alone to confront a man. If you're okay with it, I'd like to help with the aftermath too. It's hard to ask others for help in a case like this."
I smiled as her profile window's affection level shot up.
"I'll gratefully accept your kindness."
I grinned watching her message Kim Wooseok on her smartphone.
The more I looked, the more incredible Shim Uran's figure was. A true glamour archetype, rare in Korea.
If things went according to plan, she'd become my business partner.
Kim Wooseok entered the cafe, scanning around before spotting Shim Uran and approaching her table.
"Uran-ah, where's the stalker—"
Thwack!
The moment he spoke, she sprang up from her bowed position and smashed her fist into his cheek.
"You fucking bastard!"
Caught off guard, Kim Wooseok clutched his face and staggered. Her punch had grazed his nose, and blood began to flow.
I let out a low whistle.
She was one tough woman. She could've handled this without me.
"Uran-ah, what the—"
"Fucking bastard! Are you even human? How could you do this to me?"
Shim Uran bellowed so loudly the cafe rang with it, panting with barely contained fury.
Kim Wooseok, still not grasping the situation, looked dumbfounded despite the slap.
I stood up.
"Kim Wooseok-ssi. Everything you did has been exposed."
"Wh-what are you talking about? What did I do? And who the hell are you?"
"Don't play dumb. You made a nice profit selling the video."
His face paled.
"What are you—"
I shoved the smartphone with the open profile in his face, cutting him off.
"It's all out in the open. Stop making this annoying and come here."
Despair finally crossed Kim Wooseok's face. He bowed his head, looking like a pathetic whipped puppy. I couldn't help but chuckle.
Shim Uran was too enraged for proper conversation, so I handled the rest: calling the police, filing charges, showing the evidence. The cops launched an investigation immediately.
A week later, the Kim Wooseok case went to the prosecutors. Word was, with solid evidence and his confession, he'd definitely face punishment for sex crimes.
And now, Shim Uran and I were alone in a bar.
She'd insisted on buying drinks as thanks, so we'd met right after her shift near her workplace.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
After downing our soju shots, Shim Uran spoke.
"Thank you so much, Yunho-ssi."
"I stepped in because I wanted to."
"That's that, and I'm still grateful."
"Haha, is that so?"
I read her profile with smug eyes. Affection at a whopping 70. Her emotional state brimmed with fondness and gratitude toward me.
Worth all the planning and effort.
Of course, the real work started now.
"Honestly, it was a bit of a hassle, but I couldn't just stand by. I'll say it now—Uran-ssi, you're totally my type."
I gazed into her light brown eyes, laying on the sweet talk.
"Tracing the video source wasn't easy, and pinpointing Kim Wooseok as the perp was even harder... but getting to drink with you like this makes it all worthwhile."
Lies. It was effortless. A quick reverse image search and some edits.
"Good thing I didn't give up. Drinking alone with someone as attractive as you, Uran-ssi."
This part was true. She was the kind of woman any man would crave at least once. Just looking at her figure now made my dick twitch.
After my final line, the mood softened considerably. Shim Uran warmed up to me instantly.
"Aw, don't make me blush, Yunho-ssi. But are we sticking with Yunho-ssi and Uran-ssi forever?"
"Should I drop the formalities? I think we're the same age."
"Really? What, we're friends then!"
She flashed a bright smile.
"But I have one question—can I ask?"
"Sure, sure."
"It might be sensitive, but... what about the videos already out on the net?"
Her face darkened.
"The webhard ones are deleted, but tracking every download or spread on porn sites seems impossible."
"Hmm. Want me to help?"
"Really? How?"
"Like I said before, I work in hacking. With all the illegal video leaks hurting women lately, I've been donating my skills to wipe them out."
"Really???"
"Thanks so much, Yunho-ya."
She looked at me with deeply touched eyes. Her affection rose another notch.
We clinked glasses several more times, passing drinks back and forth. The mood had ripened just right.
This timing. This atmosphere. Now was the moment.
"But, Uran-ah."
"Yeah?"
"Watching the video, I got the sense you're pretty open sexually."
"Yeah, I am? I'm a cool personality like that."
I gave an awkward smile, hesitating before speaking.
"Proposing this now might make me seem rude... ah, never mind. Forget it."
"What is it? You saved my life basically—I'll do pretty much anything!"
"Hmm. You seem like you have strong sexual desires, and kinda unique ones... don't think weird of me, okay? Could you maybe help me relieve mine?"
"..."
Silence fell.
Oh. Betting on her affection and my handsome face with a straight fastball—too much?