Mess with Me and You're Dead
I'd been summoned to the Supreme Prosecutors' Office. When I got to the chief prosecutor's room, there was Jeon Seong-hyeon. He was eyeing me up and down with this super lecherous gaze... If this keeps up, I might end up with some other guy's cum inside me? The second I heard that, I hung up the phone. Something snapped in my head. Probably all that "restraint" or "calculation" bullshit—rational crap like that. A rage I'd never felt before ignited inside me.
"That motherfucker... dares to touch my fuckhouse?"
"...I'll prepare the AV, my lord."
Im Sua fiddled with her device and headed out, while Baekseol, Seo Eun-mi, and the others around me started prepping on their own. I took a deep breath. Otherwise, my heart felt like it was gonna explode right then and there. How the fuck do I crush this bastard?
Before I knew it, I was aboard the AV. Destination: Incheon Supreme Prosecutors' Office. And inside that, the chief prosecutor's room. Go in, dispose of that scum Jeon Seong-hyeon.
"..."
"..."
No one said a word on the way. A space of silence. The only thing filling it was the fury radiating from me. I thought about the bastard for a moment. Maybe he was innocent. Maybe he had no clue about any connection. Or even if he did, he might only know part of it and not that Inaeun was one of my fuckhouse. But who gives a shit? After hearing that, how could I just sit still? My fuckhouse! Some other dick's cum might go in there!! How the hell am I supposed to hold back?!?!
My fuckhouse belongs to me and me alone. Those pussies can only take my dick, those wombs can only be filled with my cum, those tongues can only serve my mouth, my cock, my asshole—my body, period. So any punk who oversteps and tries to touch my fuckhouse deserves to get beaten to a pulp so bad he never even thinks of pulling that arrogant shit again.
Luckily, it didn't take long to reach the Incheon Supreme Prosecutors' Office.
> Entering no-fly zone.
As we entered the airspace over the massive building, red lights flashed throughout the AV interior. No prior notice or clearance—purely unauthorized entry due to time constraints. A few AI warnings blared out, then someone grabbed a mic directly.
> Unidentified AV, halt immediately. You are trespassing Incheon Supreme Prosecutors' Office airspace!
> Failure to comply will result in action under Anti-Terrorism Prevention Act Article 1, Section 3—
"My lord, what should we do?"
"Announce my name and land."
"Yes, my lord."
Im Sua stated my identity straight-up. Ko Mu-yeol, grandson of Goryeo Group Chairman Go Yeong-man. I could sense their panic on the other end. In that gap, she landed the AV.
"My lord, I'll go out first."
"Do it."
Baekseol, Seo Eun-mi, Im Sua, then me—we exited in that order. Since we'd barged in and landed on the AV pad without permission, security was already swarming the rooftop. If I hadn't announced my name, we'd probably have been shot down mid-air.
"Halt!!"
A ponytail woman who seemed to be the leader aimed her gun and threatened us. Behind her, forces armed almost like police—decently equipped—had their weapons trained on us too. If we forced our way through, we'd be swiss cheese.
"I'm in a hurry."
But I didn't stop. I just kept walking forward.
"I said halt!!"
"Baekseol, clear the path. Don't kill them."
"Yes, my lord."
Baekseol vanished. At the same time, five or six of the gunmen shot skyward, and she reappeared in their midst, fist extended.
"Guh—?!"
"What the—?!"
Bang!
The security who'd turned late to the sudden assault fired, but Baekseol casually caught the bullet between her index and thumb like it was on display.
"A kni... knight...?!"
She kicked a dazed soldier muttering in the air right in the solar plexus, sending him flying, then lightly tapped the arms and legs of the surrounding security, snapping them.
"Aaaargh!!"
Guns blazed. Hundreds of rounds per minute poured out like lasers. But Baekseol caught every single bullet.
"?!?"
Utter defiance of common sense. No match for mere infantry with guns.
"This can't—"
Before he could finish, Baekseol struck his Adam's apple, knocking him out, then sliced the torso of the last one turning his gun on me with a hand chop.
"Gaaaaah!!!"
Cleaved from shoulder to near his guts, he spewed blood and innards as he died. In just over ten seconds, the only one left standing was the ponytail leader. Even she had been floored by Baekseol moments ago.
"H-How can you do this and—"
"Get away with it."
"!"
By the way, I never stopped walking once. While Baekseol neutralized dozens of security in those ten seconds, I'd almost reached the rooftop door.
"Cleanup complete, my lord."
Baekseol, who'd handled security and beaten me to the door, opened it.
"Keep clearing the way."
"Yes."
She went in first, followed by Seo Eun-mi, me, with Im Sua guarding my rear. The rage that had slightly cooled on the AV ride reignited.
"You—"
Whack!
Even inside, there was sporadic resistance, but they were subdued by Baekseol before they could do shit.
"Wh—"
Didn't matter if they rushed. I just smashed anyone I encountered.
Whack! Thud! Crunch! Crack!
A scene of violence unfolding in the hallowed halls of the Supreme Prosecutors' Office. Finally, we reached the chief prosecutor's room.
"H-Hiiik...!"
The chief's secretary had heard the commotion on the way down and was terrified.
"Y-You c-can't do this he-here...!!"
"I can."
I kicked the door open like I was smashing it.
Bam!
"!!"
"?!"
"..."
The people inside reacted differently. The sleazy fuck in the head seat glared wide-eyed at me, the balding middle-aged chief prosecutor stood up in shock. And the sole woman, Inaeun, gave me a lewd smile upon seeing me.
"Y-You're...?!"
"M-M-M-M-Master Ko...?!!"
The sleazy one stood a beat late, and the guy standing behind him like a secretary jumped in fright. That butterball must be Jeon Seong-hyeon.
"Wh-Why is Master Ko here—"
I strode over, grabbed the first thing handy—the chief's long, sturdy abalone nameplate—and smashed it into the bastard's head.
Whack!
A heavy impact, his head whipped around, blood spraying. Satisfying, but my anger didn't subside. I swung again.
Crack!
"Gaaah!"
Again.
Thud!
Head, cheek, jaw, temple—anywhere visible, I bashed with the nameplate.
"Guhk... kuhurk...!"
Bloodied face, writhing on the floor.
Whack!
"Grrrh...!!"
Another ten or so hits. His movements slowed noticeably. Near death.
"Huuuh.... Hoo...."
Deep breath, then final blow to the crown of his head. His forehead slammed the floor with a smack, body went limp, sprawled out.
"...He's dead. Fucking side-branch trash without a drop of real blood."
Now my head cleared a bit. Panting, I sat on the sofa where the butterball had been. Only then did I take in the room. Two guys who looked like Jeon Seong-hyeon's guards were sprawled on the floor. Probably rushed me while I was beating him and got wrecked by Baekseol.
"Ah."
I looked at the nameplate in my hand. The fancy-decorated thing was now a blood-soaked mess of a weapon.
"Sorry about this. Got too pissed."
"..."
I jammed the nameplate vertically into the table. The chief prosecutor's eyes darted around, then he straightened up like a soldier at roll call.
"That fucker didn't know his place and eyed my stuff. When I heard, I lost it. Sorry for the mess."
"N-No, it's f-fine, Master Ko.... If someone eyes your property, it's n-natural to get mad. Uncontrollably mad."
"Thanks for understanding."
I raised my left hand, index and middle in a V. Im Sua hurried over, knelt on one knee, and put a cigarette in my mouth.
Tsssk.
Then lit it. Inhaling the smoke sent excitement coursing through my body. Or rather, I realized I was already in a massive high.
'More pleasurable than I thought... Am I a psycho?'
First kill, but no nausea or pounding heart or any of that dramatic shit. Just a lazy haze with my whole body buzzing with arousal. Maybe 'cause I was so pissed it was impulsive? Hell, I'm hard right now, in a daze.
"Ah, look at me. Haven't introduced myself yet, have I?"
I stubbed the cigarette on the table. Leaned back arrogantly on the sofa.
"I'm Ko Mu-yeol. The eldest legitimate heir of this country, Ko Mu-yeol."