Yuuka's Secret Visitor
“Puhuhu...”
Of course.
No matter how fierce she pretended to be, she was completely at my mercy.
“Wait...”
A few seconds later, when I checked her hidden account feed, the message “Private account” flashed on screen.
This is how it plays out?
I immediately sent her another DM.
[Unknown]: Seyeon-ssi. You made your account private?
[ToiletBitchSeyeon]: ...Well, yes.
She was using the exact words we had agreed not to touch against me. Fine. Cha Seyeon was already trapped in the noose of corruption anyway.
One of the basic psychological manipulation techniques used by scammers is the foothold-creation method.
You start by granting small favors or requests, building a slight psychological bond and weak trust. After that, you earn the image of “this person is somewhat reliable,” and then the operation becomes a breeze.
By casually fulfilling every passing request with an honest, kind face, the victim unconsciously begins to view you as someone trustworthy. Bit by bit, trust gradually replaces hostility.
[Unknown]: Well, I’m happy about that. I wasn’t planning to say anything about it. I’ll follow your account instead, so please accept it.
[ToiletBitchSeyeon]: What?
I was trying to make her feel grateful.
[Unknown]: Of course. I wasn’t asking you to upload anything specific. Just accept the follow request. I’m the kind of person who values connections, so I’m sure you can spare this much, right?
Cha Seyeon had been typing, deleting, and retyping messages exactly like before.
[ToiletBitchSeyeon]: ...Yes, I will.
She must have decided not to push me any further. Since I had stepped back, she believed I would accept her limited concession.
Clunk.
At that moment, the door to the maid’s restroom on the opposite side of the corridor opened.
Muttering.
Cha Seyeon’s face was flushed red. She gritted her teeth, grumbled something under her breath, and hurried off in a strange direction.
“Fucking bastard...”
Her temper must have exploded.
Her legs were twitching as she moved, like she was about to go relieve some stress with self-pleasure.
Just as I was about to follow her, a sound came from the lower floor.
Tap tap.
A woman’s shoes.
The sharp click of stiletto heels.
Based on her stride and gait, she was around 168 centimeters tall.
The only person in this mansion who wore shoes of that height was Lee Yohee.
Yet the sound wasn’t just hers.
“Chirp, chirp.” The sound of bare feet on the marble floor.
Based on her stride, she was a small woman of about 150 centimeters.
“Who’s there...?”
I quickly hid behind a pillar. Soon the figures coming up the stairs came into view.
One was, of course, Lee Yohee.
The other was a small woman with a frail, emaciated body wearing what looked like a patient’s gown.
Her skin was bone-dry. Her nails cracked. Her hair dull and rough.
All clear signs of chronic malnutrition.
“Yuuka~ Let’s go to unnie’s room and take a nice warm shower? Unnie will wash every pretty part of you~!”
“...Yes, yes...”
I saw Lee Yohee’s tongue darting lewdly between her lips.
*Desire...*
What exactly was she planning?
The two of them soon vanished up the stairwell.
From the third floor, personal use was strictly prohibited except during work hours.
But there was no way I could just stand by while something this interesting was happening. They seemed about to “kiss” down there. If I was lucky, this could be the chance to grab Lee Yohee’s weakness far sooner than expected.
I hurriedly followed after them.
Clank.
I stepped carefully onto the third-floor corridor, and just as I did, I heard the wooden door to Lee Yohee’s room close.
“H-heeek?! W-why, why, why are you doing this?!”
“Haaaa...♡ Unnie can’t hold it anymore. Before we shower, let’s sweat together first and then wash. Okay?”
What the hell was going on?
I pressed my ear to the door and sharpened my hearing.
Rip.
The sound of clothes being torn.
“N-no! Don’t!”
The woman’s voice was fierce and resisting.
But the gap in their sizes and her pathetic state suggested Lee Yohee’s rough hands would overpower her easily.
“Huhuhu...♡ Aah...♡ You’re so cute. So cute! Unnie will just taste a little. You’ll feel good in no time. Since we’re both girls, I know exactly where to touch to make you feel good!”
Slurp♡
“H-hng?! Don’t lick... P-please... Uuh, stop...”
Slurp♡ Slurp♡
“N-no! Haaa, you fucking bitch, you’re annoying...”
Crack!
“Eek! Wh-what...?”
Was this just before rape? Things were turning serious.
Then suddenly a loud ringing sound rang out.
Riiing riiing riiing riiing riiing.
“Haa... Fuck, what now? Just when things were getting interesting.”
The call had come.
“Hello? Director Park? Are you crazy? What the hell is this call at this hour—”
I focused all my hearing on the call to listen in.
If it had been my old body, I couldn’t have done this without a listening device. But now it was definitely possible.
“...Sorry, Miss, but... I can’t handle it on my own—”
Although it wasn’t perfect listening without equipment, I could still hear a man’s voice.
“What? Say it quickly before I get angry.”
“It’s the eldest young lady... I’ll handle the situation...”
“What?... Haa... That damn druggie bitch has great instincts. Fine. I’m coming down.”
Soon the sound of a smartphone being shoved into clothes came.
“Yuuka, unnie will be right back. And let’s continue feeling good~ Hihihi~”
Click.
The doorknob turned.
I could hide behind the door that would open briefly, but Lee Yohee wasn’t the type to leave her room unlocked. The moment the door closed, she would notice.
Whoosh!
The power of “instantaneous observation” activated, splitting time. All surrounding information was greedily absorbed.
However, the corridor on the third floor where Lee Yohee was staying was unusually tidy and oppressive.
There wasn’t even a laundry cart in the usual spot. No place to hide.
Meanwhile, the door was slowly opening.
And right there, the only current exit appeared.
The door frame designed to decorate the heavy wooden door. The molding protruding 1 to 2 centimeters from the wall above the door.
I would use that. With my current body, I could pull off ninja-like moves like this.
“...Annoying as hell.”
Lee Yohee, who had fully opened the door and stepped out, vanished toward the stairs.
“Grr...”
Even with a beast-like body, balancing my weight on the tip of my fingers with less than 2 centimeters of jaw was painful.
Thud!
I silently descended to the lower level.
“Hic... Sniff... Hic... Hic...”
From inside the room came the sound of sobbing.
This was the fountainhead.
Lee Yohee had suddenly left right before the rape, and the female victim was now alone in the room.
What to do...
Let me think.
To make Lee Yohee’s bowels burn with scandal, there had to be a victim who could testify.
Any third-party testimony like “I saw it with my own eyes” wouldn’t hold up.
But was it right to save her from this room?
Even if I managed to take her out of that room, could I get her to escape the mansion?
I shook my head.
No matter how useful the lead, jumping in rashly would become a major obstacle to my revenge.
Fine.
But then, from the woman inside the room, an unexpected name spilled out.
“Sniff... Hic... Haruka... Please... help...”
Haruka?
Ishihara Haruka.
The mysterious message hovering above my head was now confirmed true. It was also confirmed that Ishihara Haruka was actually an agent of the Empire’s Inspection Department. And the agent who was currently approaching the unknown fatal information—the “Angel Dust” that could dismantle Lee Jungu.
Therefore, at this moment, Ishihara Haruka was my ultimate joker card.
And if that woman was her family or acquaintance...
“This is something I’d eat and die for.”
Losing the chance to owe the Empire’s Inspection Department—an agent whose identity was nearly impossible to trace even during the back-alley detective days—would be insane.
After organizing my thoughts, I gently opened the door to Lee Yohee’s room.
Clunk.
“Uuu... Haaaaaaa!!”
The moment I opened the door, a gust of air hit me.
Thud!
I caught her wrist before she could smash the light bulb and scatter glass shards.
“Wait a minute.”
“N-no! I don’t want it! Don’t!”
She was trembling all over while desperately resisting.
“You’re Yuuka, right? I’m here to save you. Calm down!”
Her strength suddenly drained from her arms.
“Eh... eh...?”
“I’m a colleague of Ishihara Haruka. What is your relationship with Haruka?”
“!!”
Yuuka’s eyes widened as if they would tear apart, staring at me like she couldn’t believe the name had come from my mouth.
Soon tears welled up in her eyes, and she spoke.
“I... really...? Are you really Haruka’s friend...?”
A powerless, thin voice like a small bird trapped in a cage for a long time and exhausted.
It wasn’t quite like saying “friend,” but I should at least comfort her.
“Yeah. And you?”
“I... I’m... Haruka’s sister... Ishihara Yuuka...”
Huh?
Sister, not younger sister?