Then You Deserve Your Punishment
I can see through this woman’s act.
After years of prowling private eyes who’ve witnessed every human mask imaginable, the truth leaps out at me.
Timid people—especially when a towering man far larger than themselves stares them down from above—simply cannot react with this scripted, exaggerated laughter and stuttering. Even the head maid Cha Seyeon, who outranks me in the hierarchy, quivers in my presence when we’re alone.
Her far smaller, insignificant junior, Ishihara Haruka, would have no business pulling this off.
The awkward, forced chuckles and the telltale stutter are flawless disguises.
Is Haruka really a member of the Imperial Inspection Agency?
Why the hell would they infiltrate the Samjung Group?
-Insufficient evidence of Angel Dust in the Ishihara family.
Instantly, the vision I saw moments ago flashes back to mind.
Coincidentally, the same weird message hovering above this woman’s head also references the word “Angel Dust” that I heard right before I died.
Does that mean my ability is real?
If this tiny maid, who looks so harmless, is actually one of those infamous Imperial Inspectors, this is colossal information… but I can’t believe it so easily.
Suspecting everything is simply the old habit of a private investigator.
Seeing strange posts in people’s heads might be some innate talent fused with detective experience manifesting as a bizarre phenomenon.
So when that instinctive gut feeling says “something’s wrong,” these blank, fabricated thoughts pop up, or perhaps it’s just a brain glitch of some kind.
“Huu… I still don’t know what’s going on.
I’ll have to verify this properly soon.
If my ability truly lets me see what people post on the internet, this is the jackpot. It’s the exact power I always craved when tracking digital footprints of suspects as a private investigator.
And in a world where everything is connected through the internet, the power I acquired is nothing short of an invincible spear.
Just looking at Haruka’s identity right now proves it.
Information on which branch of the Imperial Inspection Agency someone belongs to is priceless—something billion-won families would kill for.
Yet I discovered it after simply glancing at her face.
Any conglomerate heir terrified of the Inspection Agency would pay a blank check to learn such a secret.
“Um… um… why are you staring like that…?”
Shit.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I’ve never met someone who isn’t from the homeland before. My mistake.”
“Ah! No, it’s fine… Haha, yes, working as a domestic in a real conglomerate is unusual for someone from Japan or China, isn’t it?”
She seemed unbothered, but I couldn’t let my eyes fool me.
Her eyes narrowed the instant they did.
Everyone makes micro-expressions—tiny, split-second facial cues.
No matter how skilled an actor is, the physical response in their body betrays them.
The expression on her face right now, while I keep staring… means ‘alert.’
She’s warning me.
These messages above her head are starting to feel real.
“Y-yeah… Let’s start with setting the brunch table, shall we?”
First, I need to learn her basics.
As the “young lady” of the Ishihara family, she’s almost certainly the daughter of that bastard Lee Jungu. I’ll memorize every detail of her face.
If I can keep Lee Yohee from ever seeing her beautiful face again after I die… I’ll make sure of it.
My creed is to repay blood with blood—tenfold, no less.
Who would dare provoke a capable mad dog?
* * *
Knock knock.
“What are you doing over there? I don’t see an empty cup.”
Ishihara Yohee, the chairman’s daughter, glared at me.
Click.
After pouring the tea, I looked up at her head again. The post was still there, just like the vision.
“Hehehehe.”
“Haha, Yohee is truly beautiful even while smiling, isn’t she?”
This bastard is just a horny twenty-something guy who posts shameless garbage on communities.
I don’t need to pay it any mind.
“Kim Seonghyun. Come to the training room after this.”
“ToiletBitchSeyeon”
“Uuu… I kept imagining someone would suddenly walk in and rape me, so I came a lot…”
[Photo of her panties in her mouth]
The most urgent thing right now is that post hovering above Cha Seyeon’s head.
Earlier the post changed, so it looks like she posted two in the span of one night.
First I need to figure out whether these visions are hallucinations or if I’ve truly awakened some bizarre ability.
I gritted my teeth through the two-hour brunch and followed Cha Seyeon to the training room she mentioned.
While ascending to the private rooftop garden of the conglomerate mansion, I had already mapped the entire Samjung Group estate structure in my head, so I never once got lost.
Knock knock.
“Come in.”
Inside the training room, the sight was disturbingly clinical.
A whip, a strange leather mask, and—
Delivery table?
A gynecological stirrup chair, the kind used in obstetrics for female examinations, sat in plain view.
They call it the “device of shame” or “humiliation chair” because it forces women into absolute embarrassment during check-ups.
The patient lies down, legs lifted and spread wide by the stirrups, exposing everything.
Why is something like this inside the Samjung mansion?
Are they performing secret medical exams on the maids?
As I frowned, Cha Seyeon shot me a vicious glare.
Public Masturbation Seyeon
“Kim Seonghyun, you still haven’t snapped out of it? Did you nod off during OT? After all the effort to pull you out of the gutter, you can’t even properly pour tea?”
I’m losing my mind.
But I can’t speak back. She’s holding a device that can send an electric shock right now.
“I’m sorry.”
Still staring at the post above her head—ToiletBitchSeyeon—I forced out a hollow apology.
If this woman truly runs such lewd behind accounts, the fastest way to verify is simple: I just need to go to that bathroom.
I can’t ask her directly whether she enjoys public masturbation in men’s restrooms and posts selfies on SNS.
The real problem is figuring out where exactly that secret pervert’s bathroom is located…
Let me think.
The Samjung mansion is in Hwaseong, Gyeonggi Province.
A head maid would have little time to travel far for such activities, especially with her heavy workload and the need to return instantly for any emergency among the servants.
So the distance must be manageable.
Let me examine it more closely.
In the photo where her eyes are covered and she’s biting her wet panties, I focus on the window behind her.
A branch draped across the frame, gray bark, and needle-like leaves about 4–5 cm long.
“That’s a ginkgo tree.”
This species isn’t planted as roadside trees. Its deep, sprawling roots can crack asphalt, so they’re avoided near roads.
Therefore, the bathroom must be in a park, not a road or shopping district.
The place where this woman enjoys her perversion is the public restroom in the park.
“Are you listening?”
“Yes. Once again, I’m sorry.”
Still faking a response, I summoned the 3D map of Seoul in my head and zoomed into the Hwaseong area.
There.
For a grown woman to return within ten minutes of walking, it has to be within 500 meters.
Within a 500-meter radius of the Samjung mansion, the only park is Namsan Park.
I hadn’t surveyed every public restroom across the nation, but with the window visible in the photo I can confirm this bathroom with certainty.
There are only a few public restrooms in Namsan Park anyway.
I’ll head there tonight and see that photo for myself.
While my head was still burning with the heat of the vision, Cha Seyeon spoke in a cold voice.
“Then you deserve your punishment. Take off your shirt.”
“Eh?”
Strip off my clothes…?
What kind of game is this girl playing now?
