Shrimp – Mere Threats, Perfect Revenge
I don't feel even a hint of threat from something like this. A single prosecutor targeting me, sending an investigator to gather evidence? It's nothing more than a tiny dopamine hit.
But if someone hits me, it's only right to hit back. I have to drill it into their heads that retaliation always follows anyone who comes after me.
The real question is how to get revenge in a way that makes our dear Prosecutor Inaeun give me that lively, juicy reaction to really entertain me. Like when I raped her team leader over Yoon Hayoung and sent her the video—something that terrifies the recipient while giving me a hell of a good time.
'Still brilliant, even on second thought.' In that sense, the plan I had in mind was perfect.
It satisfied that dark, twisted side of me.
"We've arrived, Master."
We'd pulled up to Incheon's biggest sexbot emporium.
Ever since the international AI regulations kicked in right after World War III, no fully sentient androids that think like humans are produced anymore. Sexbots are just dolls—realistic-looking, sure, with basic movements and speech, but that's it.
'Military-grade ones are a different story.' At least, that's the case for anything available to the general public.
"Welcome to DickPussy Paradise."
I brushed past the robot bowing with that eerily natural smile.
The place was packed. Guys with dead-serious faces, picking out sexbots like they were shopping for the perfect porn clip.
'Nothing special.'
I scanned the selection while I was there. They were gorgeous, no doubt—pushed to the extremes of beauty standards. But they lacked that spark of life. Not my type.
'Sex is all about that soft, downy skin prickling with fuzz, the scent of flesh, pounding away between her legs with that wet slap-slap.' The high-end models simulated it, but nah, I'll stick to real humans.
Anyway, this wasn't for actual use, so I wrapped up the casual browse and headed to the desk.
"Female model. Most expensive one you've got."
"In that case, I recommend the XY-324."
"That'll do."
"Let me help you with payment."
Bought one on the spot and headed back to the car. Unlike a realdoll, no grunting required—it hopped in on its own.
"Master, shall I start servicing you right away?"
"No. You've been kidnapped."
"Pardon?"
I ignored the robot tilting its head and called Seo Eun-mi.
"You done making it?"
"Good work. You know the address? Bring it there."
Things were ready on her end too.
"Head out."
"Yessir~."
…
"Whoa. You made a lot."
"Yes… It just kind of snowballed…."
At the rendezvous, I checked out what Seo Eun-mi had brought.
A whole canister filled with that pale, gooey sludge. Even for a guy like me, just looking at it turned my stomach. Artificial semen. The stuff they use in AV shoots—looks just like the real deal.
"Ugh… Feels disgustingly real too."
I poked it for no reason.
Beep. Beep-boop.
"Locks disengaged, Master."
The front door swung open. We strode right in, shoes and all.
"Wha…? Burglars?!"
Thwip.
Before the housekeeper bot could call it in, Sua nailed it between the eyes with a silenced shot. White fluid leaked out like blood as it powered down and crumpled.
We poked around the place. Clean, modern interior—minimalist to the extreme, almost sterile. Prosecutor Inaeun's home was utterly ordinary.
Or maybe too ordinary? It was so empty it felt eerily quiet.
"You can tell a person's personality from their house. Matches her image perfectly, Prosecutor Inaeun."
Sua tossed out a quick assessment.
"Bedroom here?"
The biggest room. Same vibe. Just a standard bed, no pictures or frames anywhere. The epitome of bland.
"Let's get started."
"Yes, sir."
Sua and Eun-mi powered down the sexbot and laid it on the bed. Then they went full porn-scene bondage—ropes everywhere. The 2076 tech was so lifelike, I got hard just watching.
'Hold up… We got time, right?'
Looking at Sua and Eun-mi struggling with it, a thought hit: Why not fuck them right here and dirty up Inaeun's bedroom with the real stuff?
'Real semen could lead to DNA tracing… But who gives a shit? What're they gonna do if they find out?'
For Inaeun, that might be even more horrifying. Leaving cum in her house, she tests it wondering 'Is this that guy's?'—and bam! Goryeo Group bloodline. Pure nightmare fuel.
'Yeah. Let's do it.'
I smacked the asses of the two girls wiggling unintentionally.
"Eek?!"
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"Investigator Gong is late, sir…."
In the quiet office, Prosecutor Inaeun glanced at the clock as the voice cut through.
8:39 PM—way past quitting time. Gong Jin-cheol, who'd left around lunch, still wasn't back.
"No contact either. Something must've happened…?"
The timid clerk's hands trembled slightly. Yoo the clerk snapped, "Don't jinx it."
But that didn't ease the growing unease.
"Prosecutor, should I go look?"
Another investigator offered, but Inaeun shook her head.
"File him as missing during investigation. I'll head to Rainbow Miracle myself tomorrow."
"Pardon? Y-you're going personally?"
"We'll do it by the book."
"B-but what about Gong? He might still be out there, needing our help."
"An adult male with implants out of contact for nearly ten hours? Unlikely."
"…!"
"Prosecutor, that's…."
She was always blunt, but this was harsh. A man missing, and she's this calm?
Inaeun checked the clock again.
"Let's call it. See you tomorrow."
She shut down her computer and tidied her desk.
"Good work."
"…."
They stayed silent as she left. Something felt off—a weird disconnect nagging at them.
"A-alright! Everyone head out! Gong's fine, probably just passed out drunk somewhere. You know how he loves his booze."
Yoo tried lightening the mood. It fell flat.
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Beep. Beep-boop.
Inaeun opened the door like always and stepped in—then froze mid-shoe removal.
Something was wrong. The air felt different from her usual home.
She slipped off her shoes anyway and went inside.
Flick!
"…."
The light revealed her housekeeper bot, dead, leaking white fluid.
Intruder. Someone had been in—and maybe still was.
She scanned. From the entryway, nothing but the dead bot.
Library: No changes.
Bathroom: No changes.
Balcony: No changes.
…
Bedroom door.
"…."
Changes. Everywhere.
Bzzz, whirr.
A woman in a black blindfold, legs splayed wide, bound to the bed. Dressed in the semi-formal suit female prosecutors wore—but shredded to rags, exposing nipples and pussy blatantly.
Worse: Every hole stuffed with massive vibrating dildos thrusting in and out. Nipples and clit taped with wriggling tadpole vibrators.
And…
"Semen?"
Dried, filthy fluid caked over her body and the bed.
Any normal person would've screamed, skin crawling.
But Inaeun stayed calm. She brushed aside the rags, read the text on the chest.
- Inaeun
"Not human."
She skimmed her own name indifferently, checked the serial number, then scanned the room closer.
Spotted an A4 sheet on the floor. Picked it up.
"…."
She called Yoo.
Answered before two rings.
"Investigator Gong Jin-cheol is dead."
"File it as line-of-duty death."
"Found some evidence. Come to my place with Investigator Song. Now."