The Head Maid's Brutal Grip
“Are you telling me that you stole Head Maid Lee Yohee’s tablet and signed on her behalf?”
“Yes. I’m terribly sorry. I must have taken my loyalty toward the young lady a bit too far.”
Her footsteps grew louder as she closed in on me, thrusting her face close and whispering softly.
“Do you even know what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into right now?”
Choi Jihye spoke in a low, suppressed voice, the anger barely contained.
I glanced past her face and saw Lee Yohee’s expression twisted into something grotesque.
It was clear she was completely baffled by why her own side was protecting me.
Yet Lee Yohee refused to let the opportunity slip away.
“Fufu… Miss Choi Jihye, is that true?”
Choi Jihye flinched, pulling her face back and squeezing her eyes shut.
She sounded a little out of breath, as if she’d been worked over thoroughly.
“Surely the real culprit has confessed, and you wouldn’t arrest an innocent person just like that? There is such a thing as procedure, after all.”
Her teeth clicked audibly.
“And regarding that bitch, do whatever you want. Take her or leave her.”
Choi Jihye’s expression eased for a moment.
“I’ll go back for now.”
She turned on her heel, as if the mission had been achieved.
I knew what that meant: follow her.
While I silently trailed behind her, Lee Yohee, who had been standing quietly the whole time, called out to me.
“Hey, you useless bastard. No, Kim Sunghyun.”
She was only using my real name now.
“Suffer a little. I don’t know why that bitch suddenly had a change of heart, but… I’ll remember every second you did something praiseworthy.”
I bowed my head in acknowledgment.
“Sunghyun-ssi, go ahead and leave. Seyeon can stay a bit. There’s something I need to discuss with her.”
“Yes, Miss Yohee.”
She waved her hand at me like swatting away an insect, dismissing me with a flick.
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Thunk!
The moment we stepped out of the room, Choi Jihye grabbed my collar and slammed me against the wall.
“What the hell are you? What do you think you’re doing interfering?”
Basic strength wasn’t the issue. I understood the flow of power. A woman pushing me against the wall with her full 40 kg of force was nothing special. She clearly came from the field.
“Ooh, you’ve got some real power.”
“You’re dead, you know that?”
“Hahaha, maybe I am.”
I laughed casually, and Choi Jihye glared at me. Even after seeing it up close again, it was hard to believe this was a woman in her mid-thirties.
“Damn it… I was hoping to snatch Yohee, but… ah… take me to Ishihara Haruka’s room. She’ll be dealt with separately.”
“What about Yuuka?”
“Yuuka… I’ll handle her separately. Or…?”
Clunk!
Choi Jihye, walking ahead, stopped mid-stride as if she’d almost answered unconsciously.
She slowly turned to look at me.
“How did you know about that?”
Crack!
As she pressed something, metallic shapes spread across her upper body.
Exo-Skeleton…
As a high-ranking Inspector General, she must have been wearing that precious equipment constantly. This was cutting-edge gear woven from titanium alloy and carbon fiber, layered on top of imperial magic. Wearing it not only erased gender differences but also pushed beyond human limits.
So she’d come to this world alone for a reason.
Right now, if she felt even the slightest displeasure, I’d probably be crushed to death just for breathing.
“Calm down. I’m on your side.”
Crack!
Choi Jihye yanked my collar forward like crumpled paper, her grip crushing it. Yet she was still modulating her strength; my airway wasn’t cut off or my carotid artery pinched.
“Who are you?”
Baring her fangs, she growled as if ready to tear out my throat at any second. She had the perfect blend of field expertise and the raw instinct of a woman who’d prepared ammunition in mere days to save her own subordinate from an opponent.
Her ability to twist and deceive using a woman’s body was more than enough.
I raised both hands in an open gesture, palms up, to show I meant no harm.
“I’m a local informant.”
“…Informant? There’s a human with unknown ties to Samjung? You’re talking nonsense.”
Choi Jihye didn’t believe me easily.
Of course she wouldn’t.
It was already hard to swallow that I’d just walked in and claimed to be a local informant. How much harder when I’d just lied about protecting Yohee by giving false testimony.
This was something I probably couldn’t be released from without consequences.
“Help me out here,” I thought. “Anything useful?”
I focused my mind on her head. My enhanced ability activated, and the blurry private records of Choi Jihye slowly sharpened into clarity.
[Photo of her nipples covered only by bubbles in the bathtub]
She’d covered her weaknesses… hehe hehe hehe hehe
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Um… this wasn’t exactly why I was looking.
A woman in her mid-thirties would be at her peak of last breeding instincts, so it made sense she’d run such an account. And compared to Yohee’s hateful back account or Seyeon’s open pussy shots calling for rape, this was just cute mischief.
A playful field agent’s secret account, like a goblin’s.
If she had been an enemy, I could have used it for conditioning. But Choi Jihye wasn’t my enemy.
Other info.
I refocused, craving more.
Choi Jihye’s personnel record appeared.
[Level 4. Operations Division Head, Choi Jihye]
-Age 34, Female
-(Cleared)
-(Cleared)
-Possible spontaneous action if she learns of any Samjung Group projects.
-Movement restrictions will be controlled by Information Division. *Current Inspector General’s directive.
-Whereabouts of former Inspector General (Cleared)
…Hah…
This woman was isolated.
How had such a capable human left Samjung’s corruption untouched all this time? It must have been purged from the top down.
Even the head of the Inspector General’s Office had marked her.
Unlike the famous honest former Inspector General, this current one was probably already deep in Samjung’s lobbying.
Choi Jihye would probably just suck her fingers and do nothing before falling. She wouldn’t produce results.
This was precious information for me. It could pull Choi Jihye to my side.
At that moment, Choi Jihye shook my collar and spoke again.
“Answer me. Judging by how well you know about Haruka, you must have figured out I came here to find her. If you’re lying, I’ll cut your head off right now.”
“Um… while working at the Samjung residence, I’ve witnessed many things. Information the Inspector General’s Office doesn’t even know. Do you know that Yohee committed murder a few days ago?”
“What…?”
“As I thought, you don’t. Miss Head of Operations, entering this Samjung residence on a whim was your own choice. Are you not coordinating well with the Information Division…? Killing a valuable local informant in the middle of that?”
Choi Jihye’s eyes twitched.
“…You… are even less trustworthy. Even if the local informant claim is true, how could someone who is only a resident of this residence know this much about the Inspector General’s internal information?”
“Call it talent. I’ve always been quick on the uptake. And I learned the basics through Haruka.”
She paused, thinking hard. My words had no logical flaw, but this was a double-edged sword. A local informant who knew about Yohee’s murder would be a huge help, but the problem was how much I knew. About Samjung. About the Inspector General.
How could I guarantee a mysterious resident who seemed to know the Inspector General’s internal files wouldn’t turn out to be a double agent?
Of course I had no such intention, but Choi Jihye’s position was different.
“Head of Operations, I understand you’re thinking deeply right now, but let’s go meet Haruka first, okay? We can talk after we meet and decide then. It’s not too late.”
“Damn it… what kind of man are you anyway?”
She released her grip, as if she had no choice.
“Where is Haruka?”
“She should be in the laundry room right now. Come this way.”
An awkward silence fell. Only our footsteps echoed down the corridor.
“But, Head of Operations… why send Haruka here and not contact us at all? She’s been through a lot. No word from headquarters, no contact with her sister…”
“…Hah… that’s…”
Her jaws clenched so tightly the cheeks bulged. The micro-expression that flashed past was clear negation.
Wasn’t it the Head of Operations who sent Haruka here?
Then who had sent Haruka to Samjung?
My mind, already spinning at full speed to convince her, accelerated further.
The Information Division had no authority to move Operations personnel unilaterally.
The current Inspector General was already tied to Samjung’s apron strings. Of course, the former might have switched sides after hating Samjung for just a few weeks, but the odds weren’t high.
Amid that, the only person who could infiltrate a massive Samjung Group monster was… the former Inspector General…?
Thinking about it, half of Choi Jihye’s personnel record was redacted regarding the former Inspector General. What had become of that man now?
This was turning into a goddamn mess.
Click click click click
Shit, my head hurts.
I felt my brain overheating, so I turned my eyes to the back account post from earlier.
Foaming bathtub water glistening on her breasts.
Stress relief was always woman’s tits photos.
Looking at the posts, the angles varied. A nude in just panties with her ass pushed out. A photo where she pretended to wipe sweat with her shirt, exposing her bra-covered chest.
Because she was athletic, her body was lean with no visible fat. It was attractive.
Different from Yohee’s overwhelming breasts or Seyeon’s type. I wondered what her ass would be like.
I walked, calming my hardening cock, until we reached the laundry room.
Tock, tock, tock
“Ah, senior!! Ah, ah, it’s not Kim Sunghyun-nim!”
Haruka opened the door, saw my face, and smiled brightly, about to call me “senior” before noticing who was behind me and quickly changing her greeting.
“Head of Operations?!”
“It’s me, Haruka. I’m sorry I was late.”