I have no intention of being pushed around. 1
I have no intention of being pushed around. 1
School Violence Committee, huh.
I'm not scared. It's just annoying.
Mom has been a mess since she got the call from the school early this evening.
What happened?
Who bullied you again?
But this time, they say I'm the perpetrator.
Oh boy.
Mom is worried sick that I'll get suspended or end up in jail.
Mom, I'm not going to jail.
I reassured her several times, but it just wouldn't sink in.
Eventually, I got tired and just silently listened to her telling me to apologize and beg for forgiveness tomorrow.
It's pathetic, but these are my parents.
Ignorant of the world, weak, and pitiful.
It's frustrating and sad, but what can you do?
Still, she's my mom.
I told her not to worry one last time and left the house.
I kept reassuring her that the guy has no hard feelings toward me anymore, so it'll be fine, but I couldn't help the heavy heart.
I went outside and caught a taxi.
At this hour, it's obvious where Choi Man-ho would be.
Thud. Whack. Thud. Thud.
The back alley of a bustling street.
The main street is packed with people, but just one step inside, it's deserted.
Choi Min-su, who said he was hospitalized, was hanging out at a karaoke bar with his minions.
I retraced my memories to find him and dragged him out.
The guys who came with him were already knocked out cold.
The guy who looked like a nerd surrendered before even getting hit a few times.
Ding-ding.
[Complete Submission]
Shall I use the skill now?
[Skill Acquired: Submission (SSS-rank)]
Can turn a completely submitted opponent into a slave.
Duration: 1 day.
Permanently consumes 5 Intelligence.
Slave 1/3 (Choi Min-su)
I made Choi Min-su a slave after forcing his submission.
Now, for a test.
"Stand up."
He struggles to stand.
"Find out where Choi Man-ho is right now."
The parking lot door of the unmanned motel opens, and a man and woman walk out side by side.
It's Choi Man-ho and Han Ye-seul.
But unlike usual, they're walking awkwardly.
Normally, they'd be affectionately linked arm-in-arm, but Han Ye-seul is furious about what happened inside the motel.
Choi Man-ho tried to cheer her up with all sorts of talk, but she didn't even listen.
Choi Man-ho, pondering how to cheer up his young lover, opened the passenger door of the Mercedes S500.
Han Ye-seul got in, and Choi Man-ho sat in the driver's seat.
Uncomfortable with returning like this, Choi Man-ho spoke first.
"Um. Ye-seul-ah, I'm sorry about earlier. I got a bit excited."
"Forget it. I just want to rest today."
"Don't be like that. Is there anything you want?"
"I'm not in the mood right now. Just take me home."
"About that bag you mentioned before. Didn't they say it's arriving at the department store? Let's go see it together. Can't have it selling out, right? How about it?"
After a moment of hesitation, Han Ye-seul replied sulkily.
"I'll think about it."
"Right. If the stock runs out, we'd have to go all the way to Seoul to find it. Let's set a date for this weekend."
Seeing Ye-seul silent, Choi Man-ho breathed a sigh of relief.
He started the engine and slowly pulled the car out.
Just as the car was about to leave the motel parking lot.
A black shadow jumped in front of the vehicle.
Startled, Choi Man-ho slammed on the brakes.
Screech.
"Eek!"
"Oh boy."
While the two were startled by the sudden stop, a camera flash went off right in front of them.
Click. Click. Click.
The shadow that jumped out was a man wearing a black hoodie pulled low.
He was holding a digital camera and snapping photos inside the car.
Realizing this, Choi Man-ho hurriedly opened the car door and got out.
"What the? Who are you to take pictures of others as you please!"
The hoodie just laughed without answering.
"Heh heh heh heh."
"You crazy bastard. Give that here. Hand over the camera!"
"Why would I give it back when I worked so hard to take it?"
"What? You little shit. Do you know who I am!"
He raised his voice to intimidate, but the opponent's response was unexpected.
"Do you think I took it without knowing?"
"Th-this bastard, seriously."
Choi Man-ho's hand swung up.
But the arm he swung with all his might was grabbed by the wrist too easily.
Grab.
The man who grabbed Choi Man-ho's wrist slowly took off his hood.
Choi Man-ho was speechless after seeing the opponent's face.
"You. You. Where does a brat whose head isn't even dry yet get off acting up!"
The opponent is now a high school senior. Seo Young-jin.
Choi Man-ho's arm, swung with all his might, was so slow that it was easy to grab.
No need for a long talk, so I took off the hood.
"You. You. Where does a brat whose head isn't even dry yet get off acting up!"
Ahjussi. Even if I look like this, I'm in my 40s on the inside.
I swallowed the useless words and let's just say what needs to be said. First, live in the present.
"It's nothing much. If you just say let's call it a day when the School Violence Committee opens tomorrow, this photo won't fly to your house or the hospital."
I held up my phone to show him.
On the small screen, a photo of Choi Man-ho and Han Ye-seul leaving the motel together was displayed.
Seeing the photo, Choi Man-ho reached out with his other hand, trying to be quick to snatch it.
But he's already no match for me in raw strength.
Pulling the phone back, I crushed his grabbed wrist.
"Argh!"
Screaming, Choi Man-ho knelt down while clutching his grabbed wrist.
His face was thoroughly twisted.
"Ugh. You. Let go of this. Ugh."
Looking down at Choi Man-ho, I spoke quietly.
"I'll get rid of the photo if you keep your promise, so don't be in such a hurry."
Finished speaking, I kicked Choi Man-ho in the chest while he was groaning while holding his wrist, knocking him over.
Thump.
I walked slowly to the passenger seat and opened the door.
Inside, Han Ye-seul was sitting with a flustered expression.
I said quietly.
"Hand it over."
"What? What?"
No need to hear the answer; my hand snatched the handbag Han Ye-seul was holding.
"Eek! Hey! Give that back!"
I brushed off Han Ye-seul's hand as she tried to take it back and pulled the phone out of the bag.
And dropped it on the floor in front of Han Ye-seul's eyes, then stepped on it.
Crunch!
After stepping on it a few more times to smash it, Han Ye-seul spoke as if desperate.
"You. You think you'll get away with this! I'll tell them everything at the School Violence Committee tomorrow. Prepare yourself."
"Prepare?"
"Yes! A student assaulted a teacher, this is grounds for expulsion."
"Is that so? Then what about this photo? A teacher having an affair with a student's parent and going in and out of a motel?"
"Th-that's."
"Shall we go out holding hands? Actually, I was getting sick of school. Haven't you felt anything looking at me lately?"
Han Ye-seul was speechless.
Ever since Seo Young-jin, that bastard, came back after running away for a bit, he had become a completely different person.
The guy who used to live quietly like a fool to avoid causing trouble at school had suddenly become an outlaw.
As if he didn't care if he got kicked out tomorrow.
While Han Ye-seul was flustered, Choi Man-ho, who had escaped the pain, approached.
"You. You bastard. So what about that photo! You still don't know the world, do you? You seem to think you can do something, but with one phone call from me, I can crush whatever you do. You know that! You ignorant, naive little brat."
I just listened without a word, and Choi Man-ho, getting more excited, curled his lips into a sneer and said.
"Do you have any idea how many prosecutors and police officers would come running with one phone call from me? You naive brat, no, you beggar bastards like you wouldn't know. The world, you see, has differences from birth. With one word from me, I can make both you and your parents roll in the gutter for the rest of your lives, smelling nothing but sewage. I can make you live licking the soles of my feet. Do you hear me? So hurry up and hand over the phone and kneel, you bastard!"
Well, it's not wrong.
There's not much you can achieve in the world with just fists.
Reality runs on the power of wealth and connections accumulated over decades, no, generations.
Ordinary lives just helplessly fall into the abyss if they stand up against such power.
I opened my mouth.
"But."
At the same time, I drove my fist into Choi Man-ho's side.
Thud.
"Looks like that fancy phone of yours can't block my fist."
"Huck."
Choi Man-ho gasped.
Choi Man-ho, his face turning red, reached out while kneeling on one knee.
The problem is that I'm already out of that ordinary life.
"You. You. You bastard."
"I don't know what you can pull off tomorrow with that fancy phone call of yours. But how are you going to escape from my grip right now?"
My foot stepped on the back of Choi Man-ho's hand, which was on the ground.
"Argh!"
I met the eyes of Choi Man-ho, who was struggling while holding my ankle.
Choi Man-ho, with his hand stepped on, groaned and looked back at me.
"You having an affair with that teacher? I'm sure you could cover that up with your power. But can you really cover up the fact that you cheated on the school entrance exam by stealing the test papers through that woman?"
Instantly, Choi Man-ho's pupils dilated.
He looked so shocked that it even erased the pain of his hand being stepped on.
"You. You, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
"Curious how I knew?"
Choi Man-ho didn't answer.
"If you don't want your son's entrance exam ruined by the cheating scandal, and don't want to be dumped by your high-and-mighty wife for the affair, just shut up and do as I say. Then you might be able to keep those fancy connections of yours."
Choi Man-ho's face twisted horribly.