Awkward Thanks and a Mother's Wrath
Jeon So-young nodded, though she looked dissatisfied at the report that he'd only knocked out the thugs' teeth and chased them off.
"Well, that's decent enough. I was planning to handle it myself anyway..."
"What?"
"N-nothing to worry about! Uh... anyway, th-thanks."
I was stunned to hear a thank-you from Jeon So-young for the first time. This girl knew how to say thanks?
"You still hurting anywhere? Looks like all the drug's out of your system, but any other side effects...?"
"Eek...! Even when I'm thanking you, you're being a dick!"
"No, but have you ever thanked me before in your life?"
"Well, I never... um..."
Jeon So-young started to retort but realized she'd never once thanked Han Yeoul. She clamped her mouth shut like a mute.
"Anyway, I'm getting hungry. Got anything to eat?"
After moving around a bit, a slight hunger hit, so Han Yeoul glanced around the kitchen and reached for the fridge again.
"Ah! There's nothing in there—don't touch it!"
Smack—she slapped his hand away and blocked the fridge door with her body.
"What, you hiding jewels in the fridge or something? Why so touchy? Seriously, nothing? Then I'm out."
Jeon So-young rolled her eyes for a moment before hesitantly asking,
"Uh... if it's okay, wanna have some ramen before you go?"
I couldn't believe she was beating around the bush just to suggest ramen.
Ramen, huh...
I thought for a second and replied,
"Ramen's a no-go... Eating salty stuff at night makes your face puff up tomorrow. I'll grab some at home."
It was tempting since it was the first time she'd ever offered to make anything, but if it was just ramen, no need to eat it here at her place.
Jeon So-young shrieked like a banshee, pissed that her offer got shot down.
"You clueless bastard...! If you wanna go home so bad, get out!!"
As I headed for the door, I tossed one last line over my shoulder at her flushed, raging back.
"Oh, and just in case—go see a doctor~"
"Get out!!!"
Bam! She kicked Han Yeoul out the door, then panted, cooling her heated face.
"Damn it. That's not how it was supposed to go..."
She'd psyched herself up for that killer line about ramen, but the oblivious jerk talked about face swelling, making her temper flare and act rough again without thinking.
"Still, his reaction wasn't half bad."
Han Yeoul's attitude toward her had softened more than expected. Even at the cocktail bar, he'd been more positive than she'd braced for. She'd worried he'd ignore her or pretend not to know her.
But that was a pleasant miscalculation. Far from ignoring her, he'd come back worried she'd get in trouble drinking alone, and swooped in like a prince on a white horse to save her from real danger.
His broad back, hazy in her memory. The feel of his hands undressing her, the warm breath on her skin...
"Heh..."
Just imagining it made Jeon So-young feel her panties growing damp.
"Good thing he didn't find out about this."
She opened the fridge door she'd desperately guarded—even baring her chest to stop him—and inside were individually packaged tissues stained with Han Yeoul's fresh semen.
In this foul-smelling world, these were her one allowed drugs, packed full. Jeon So-young hurriedly grabbed one sealed bag.
"Haa, haa... Yeoul... Yeoul..."
She unzipped the bag and deeply inhaled the concentrated Han Yeoul essence inside. Drunk on it like booze, she squeezed her thighs together, legs trembling as she headed to bed.
"All night again tonight... Oh, right—something to handle first."
About to dive into pleasure, she remembered a chore and grabbed her smartphone from beside the bed, dialing someone.
"Hello?"
"Aigoo, my girl~ Calling your mom this late—what's up?"
Jeon So-young had called her mother. Her mom's voice dripped with doting affection, the ultimate daughter spoiler.
"Eww, Mom, cut that voice. It's creepy."
"Hoho, creepy? How's a mom supposed to talk with such a cute daughter? It's just natural~"
"Ugh. Whatever—got a favor to ask."
"A favor? From you? Our girl who said she'd succeed without Mom's help?"
"Separate issue. Truth is, I almost got raped today."
"...What?"
Something exploded over the phone. Moments later, her mom's worried voice rapid-fired questions.
"You safe now? Hurt anywhere?"
"Yeah, I'm fine—that's why I'm calling all chill."
"Really... thank goodness."
"A subordinate passing by spotted it, beat the crap outta them and chased 'em off. But to avoid hassle, handle the cleanup?"
Jeon So-young only remembered up to the injection, so no big grudge against the three punks. In dungeons, life-or-death was daily; it was just a close call with scum. No real harm, no aftereffects—just beat them near death and done.
But Han Yeoul got involved. Couldn't let him get tangled in violence and trouble for helping her.
Her mom's power would clean it spotless, no matter who. Long time since she'd asked Mom for help.
"Remember their looks?"
"Yeah, three total."
"Three?!"
"Don't interrupt. Blonde tanned guy, tall skinny creepy one, pig dude wrapped in luxury brands. Oh, pig had a syringe. I was blackout drunk, so it got me."
"... Boom!!!"
Another explosion over the phone; Jeon So-young pulled it away briefly before continuing.
"Anyway, no biggie—don't worry. Just quiet cleanup. Got it?"
"Okay... don't worry, sweetie."
"Cool, leaving it to you? Hanging up?"
Done with business, Jeon So-young tossed the phone to the bed corner, lay down, buried her nose in the bag, and slipped into masturbation, rubbing her clit over her panties.
Beep—
On the other end, Jeon So-myeong's surroundings were total wreckage from the call.
"Uh... Director Jeon So-myeong?"
Her dedicated adjutant, who'd barely survived by hiding under the dwarf-forged iron desk, called her name.
Jeon So-myeong ground her teeth and told the adjutant,
"Summon all available intel and analysis awakeners now."
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
The adjutant sprang up and hurried out to obey.
"How dare they...!"
Jeon So-myeong seethed with unprecedented rage. Dare inject her precious, pampered daughter with aphrodisiacs and try to rape her?
"I'll make 'em beg for death."
With a growl like her daughter's, she vowed maximum payback on the punks.
Jeon So-young seemed nonchalant, no crisis awareness—burning her mom up inside. Doubting if letting her daughter live freely per her father's dying wish was right; as a mother, Jeon So-myeong worried daily she'd slip up.
Hearing it straight from her daughter's mouth? Her heart was pitch black.
Knock knock—
"May I enter?"
"Come in."
The summoned team had arrived.
"Sir!"
"At ease. Perfect timing."
"Mind sharing why the summons?"
"You know my daughter? Training camp buddy."
"Jeon So-young?"
"Yes. She nearly got assaulted by thugs today."
"......"
"While drunk, no less... Hoo. Can't tolerate scum like that still in the New Daehan Republic."
Jeon So-myeong gripped the desk corner to calm herself.
Creak— Iron twisted, scorching marks from her power crumpling the edge.
"I'm extremely furious. Find out who quietly and bring them to me."
She described the thugs' looks; the team murmured, memorized, and looked back.
"Handled discreetly as ordered."
"Good. I trust you, Lieutenant Kang Ji-yoon."
Jeon So-myeong corrected herself.
"No—full authority this time. Ghost Unit Captain Kang Ji-yoon."
"Yes, ma'am."
Kang Ji-yoon, Han Yeoul's old training instructor, saluted and turned to leave when Jeon So-myeong added,
"Oh, and check the subordinate who helped So-young. Reward and warn him—saved my girl, after all."
"Understood."
Kang Ji-yoon saluted again and exited the wrecked office, cold sweat beading.
Midnight summons from the top of all New Daehan military awakeners? Shocking enough, but the content...
Jeon So-young almost raped? With aphrodisiacs?
Worked on an awakener blackout drunk—definitely dungeon-sourced. Bold idiots trying that on the division commander's daughter in mighty New Daehan? No mercy death for them.
Her subordinate... only Han Yeoul lately.
But he'd discharged recently. Possible he'd saved her? Knowing his personality, even hating her, he wouldn't walk by such a scene.
Thought he'd contact me soon if nothing big happened.
With his broken mana affinity, she'd left her number to recruit him to Ghost Unit someday. But tangled in this? Doing better than expected.
Knowing he'd come crawling eventually, Kang Ji-yoon dismissed Han Yeoul worries.
Back to Ghost Unit action after so long.
Ghost Unit stirred, someone always died. Time for her true unique ability. Sensing busyness ahead, she stepped out.