If You Mess Around, You're Dead
"Th-this... wh-what the hell...!!"
Do Eun-ju, vice president of Daijin Group, distant relative of the Goryeo Group, and mother of Jeon Seong-hyeon, collapsed before her son's corpse. Her husband, who rushed over in a panic, fared no better. No one could accept the reality of this sudden bad news—they just wailed in disbelief.
What the fuck was going on? Her son had been perfectly fine just this morning, and now his body was being delivered back home!!!
After screaming and sobbing for what felt like ages, Do Eun-ju suddenly snapped her eyes open with a fierce glint.
"Who... who the fuck did this!!!"
She snatched the inlaid nameplate held by her dead son's secretary.
"Did this bastard kill him?"
"That's the... murder weapon used."
"...!!"
Crack. She glared at him with murderous intent, etching the name engraved on the nameplate into her memory so she'd never forget it, even in death.
"The one who killed the young master... was Ko Mu-yeol... young master."
"...What?"
Ko Mu-yeol? That infamous direct-line fuckup and wastrel?
The guy who'd never done a damn thing right since he was a kid, only indulging in drugs and women... rumors even said the chairman himself was deeply disappointed in him.
"He beat him mercilessly... just for trying to touch one of his women. Didn't even give him a chance to fight back."
"Mercilessly... no chance to fight back... that junkie? He killed... my son???"
The only reason that piece of trash had lasted this long was because his family's money let him afford top-grade drugs. Without that, he'd have croaked years ago. And that worthless parasite—who contributed nothing to society but harm—had killed her precious son.
"...And you just watched? You too... and that damn detective chief?!?"
Do Eun-ju swung the nameplate at the secretary's head. Crack!
"Aaaagh!!"
She didn't let the crumbling secretary escape, swinging relentlessly. Blood sprayed, teeth shattered and rolled across the floor, and he thrashed desperately for his life—but such hopes grew meaningless by the second.
Finally—crack!
"Hoo... hoo..."
The secretary died with eyes bulging in injustice, his body going cold.
"Mother, Father!!"
The other two sons arrived late. They ignored the dead secretary and rushed to their brother's corpse. His head was smashed in gruesomely, frozen in an expression of utter agony.
"How could this...!"
"Who the hell—who did this?"
"..."
Do Eun-ju spoke in a voice burning with rage.
"Ko Mu-yeol."
"...Pardon?"
"Goryeo Group's crown prince killed him. For the pathetic reason of... just trying to touch one of his women!!"
"N-no way..."
Faced with a far bigger fish than they'd imagined, the two brothers exchanged uneasy glances.
"I won't forgive him. Never!!"
"Honey...!"
"M-Mother!"
The death of their beloved youngest son and brother filled everyone with deep rage and grief.
But... the depth wasn't the same for all.
'Losing my brother sucks... but revenge? Against Ko Mu-yeol?'
'If we go after him and it backfires on us too...?'
Even the most clueless knew the Goryeo Group's power. They weren't just pulling stars from the sky—they could yank down the whole damn moon. Revenge against their direct line? Was that really smart?
"Mother, please... rest for now."
They quickly signaled the servants to escort her away. Weakened and grinding her teeth in fury, she was dragged off, still wailing.
The next day—Wednesday, October 7th—my phone rang early in the morning.
- Gominji. Hm. What's up?
"Yes, sis. Ko Mu-yeol speaking."
"Eek, you're totally a psycho, aren't you?"
"Pardon?"
"Even if he's a slave piece of shit, you can't just beat him to death like that."
Ah, she's talking about that butter-licking bastard from yesterday.
"Word's already spreading through the side branches. That junkie young master flipped out and killed someone."
"..."
"But our Mu-yeol quit drugs, right? These fuckers aren't even updated on the news and just spout bullshit. What, are they wiretapping the side branch communities or something?"
"There was just cause, sis."
"Yeah, sure. Not really curious anyway."
"..."
Then why'd you call?
"Just calling in case you were worried. Our little bro doesn't have much backing yet, right? Figured you might be scared~."
"I have knights."
"Knights? Even without personal mechs, how strong can they be? Anyway, don't get scared for no reason. Those fuckers can't do shit."
Gominji said it with a constant chuckle in her voice, treating it like no big deal.
"Why? If I were them, with my son dead, I'd do something."
"Parents might. But their family's not just the one you beat to death and the mom, right? So many entanglements—they're not all gonna unite for revenge."
"Ah."
"Tons of cowardly fucks. Some even sabotage each other to avoid blowback. 'Don't move rashly,' they say. You have no idea how hilarious that looks."
Huh... has she dealt with this before? She knows too damn well.
"Anyway, world's unpredictable. If shit feels off, come crash at our place."
"Uh... not sure if it'll come to that, but thanks anyway, sis."
"You little shit."
She said it like she was proud of me.
I killed the guy, but getting this reaction made me feel weird. Cognitive dissonance, maybe. Like maybe it wasn't murder—just some cryotherapy or some shit.
"Don't kill 'em all at once. When hunting human herds, pick 'em off one by one when they least expect it. Keeps the tension high. Just killing for the thrill is amateur hour. Make the fear simmer constantly. That's how you eat 'em from the edges till the whole pack drops—helpless. Killing all at once is just tiring, no time to savor. Like french fries—if you fry too many at once, they get soggy. Do it one by one. Focused. That's how you fry 'em right."
"..."
She definitely thinks I'm the same type as her. That's why she's so chummy...
'From what she's saying, those human-hunting rumors must be true.'
If In Ae-un's a psycho farming dopamine by betting her body and life, Gominji's the type who plays with other people's lives for her fix. Assuming the hunting rumors are real. But they probably are.
How the hell do I end up with two all-time psycho bitches around me this soon after transmigrating?
"Thanks for the advice."
"Yeah. Come visit my villa later. Got something fun to show you."
She hung up after that. Mind-blowing call on multiple levels.
After heading to Goryeo Enter, I checked LUMINA's choreography. Dance proficiency was near-perfect, but the routine itself was slightly lacking. My dick stalled at half-mast. Still, huge progress from the day before yesterday. At least it got hard.
"Little more practice and it'll be good."
Needed tweaks, but they'd worked hard, so time for a reward(?). Lined up the trainees, had 'em face the wall and stick out their asses. Creampied the leader, Seong Ye-ji.
After wrapping LUMINA, I dove into real entertainment biz. Pushed harder for industry-standard contracts while pressuring film companies, drama sponsors, directors, and crew to build a "proper(?), beautiful(?)" no-skinship culture.
In downtime, called Jeong Ga-in and Emilia for sex service training. Surprisingly, Emilia took to it well—visible results from day one.
"At this rate, she'll master the basics in a month?"
"Perfect."
Pretty face, tastes great, sucks dick like a pro, rims like a champ, and teaches well too—Jeong Ga-in, I dub thee 'Supreme Pussy House'.
Busy like that, it was already late afternoon.
"Master...!"
Im Sua called me with a beaming smile. Grinning ear to ear, practically bouncing—something great had happened.
"Real Production... all sold off!!"
"Oh?"
"As you said, sold 9.3 million shares at 300,000 won each—pure cash inflow of about 2.8 trillion! Taxes later, of course."
"How much tax?"
"Uh... varies by bracket, but over 20 billion profit, just calculate 35% flat. For us... about 976 billion. Wow..."
She'd been jumping with joy, but calmed instantly.
"Nearly a trillion in taxes..."
"Find tax dodges—even if borderline illegal. Current stock price?"
"Already recovered—closed at 303,000 won."
"Climbed even after dumping almost 3 trillion?"
Firepower beyond my expectations. How much was piled on?
"Tomorrow market opens, keep shorting as planned. Till it fully crashes."
"But you could get hit for market manipulation..."
"Fine. Cross that bridge when we come to it."
"...Proceeding."