Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Lee Sin-a
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Lee Sin-a
The message from that bastard.
I checked it right away.
-Vrrr~
[010-xxx-xxxx:] The process of this bitch falling into depravity. You get to watch the whole thing. Her gorging on food like a pig. Dancing vulgarly with a full bush of body hair. Heading out in nothing but a coat for some street-side pissing. Joining in on the crimes I order without a pang of conscience, shattering families left and right. I can provide you with all those videos.
His new proposal.
A proposal to show me Ha-young sinking into the abyss of evil.
Just reading it sent a hot flush up the back of my neck.
Cold sweat broke out all over my body, my hands shook uncontrollably, and my breath came in short gasps.
At the same time, my dick stood straight up again, oozing precum like crazy.
Before I knew it, a smile crept across my face, turning into a soft chuckle.
-Vrrr~
[010-xxx-xxxx:] And on top of that, once a week, you get a handjob from the beast bitch herself. You watch the videos of her falling with her right there, getting jerked off the whole time.
Videos of Ha-young degenerating.
Watching those with the corrupted Ha-young herself.
...F-Fuck, that's insane stimulation.
The grotesque sight of her plummeting below human...
But it draws me in somehow.
I started jerking my dick like a madman.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
-Vrrr~
[010-xxx-xxxx:] Imagine it. She'll whisper every filthy detail of her downfall right in your ear while stroking your cock. Hell, she might even rim your ass. And after you cum, she'll clean your dick spotless, of course. Then you strap back into the chastity cage and wait another week. Living for that once-a-week peak pleasure, eagerly awaiting the beast bitch's further descent.
A life below human.
Worthless, no future, ending only in ruin.
"Heehee!! Hee hee hee hee!!!"
At this point, I had to admit it.
My mind was utterly broken.
Watching Ha-young degenerate had awakened some twisted fetish in me.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
I craved that ultimate pleasure.
I wanted to see the slut who dumped me crash and burn. And satisfy my raging lust in the process.
A beast's life fueled purely by destruction and sex.
Just imagining it made my dick swell endlessly, spewing out globs of lust.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Splurt! Splurt! Spluuuurt...
"Hrgh! Hrrgh! Hrrgh!"
I snatched up my phone in a hurry.
And replied to him—no, to Ha-young's Master.
[Me: I dedicate my life to you.]
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Lee Sin-a.
The illegitimate daughter of the Jeil Group chairman, now a full-time housewife with one son and one daughter.
She's deep in thought right now.
Her reliable eldest son, who dreamed of becoming a top chef with a bright future ahead, had committed the worst atrocity in broadcast history and ended up a broken shell of a man.
She downed a shot of soju in one go.
"Hoo! Haa..."
A long sigh mingled with the alcohol.
Come to think of it, there had been plenty of moments like this—drinking alone in quiet solitude.
Because even though she was born into a chaebol family, her life had never been smooth.
Chaebol families.
Groups driven solely by the logic of money and power.
Lee Sin-a's values didn't align with that world.
She had no grand ambitions, only dreams of a free life.
That's why she yearned for normalcy and married an ordinary man, building a family.
Marriage to an ordinary man.
That choice came at a steep price.
The chaebol chairman flew into a rage over the broken engagement, tangled in interests and calculations.
She had originally been set to marry the eldest son of another group.
In the end, Lee Sin-a was cast out of the chaebol world over the incident.
But she had no regrets.
Her husband was ordinary, but devoted to family and a good man at heart.
And with a daughter inheriting her beauty, steadily pursuing her idol dreams, and a son chasing his chef aspirations, her "normal" life shone brighter than her siblings'.
"Haa..."
But then "that incident" happened.
Public indecency right on live broadcast.
Her pride and joy became a source of shame, a dark history to bury.
"Seong-min-ah..."
Even now, she doesn't see her son as a disgrace.
He had been so upright, righteous, and diligent—she believes he'll rise above this pain.
"Hic... huhic..."
She's just sorry as a parent.
Pitiful that she noticed nothing until he ended up like this.
What on earth had happened?
What could have driven him to such an act?
Frustrating that he won't say a word, but today too, she resolves to wait for him to come to her first.
She downed another shot of soju.
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The next morning.
Lee Sin-a went to a café.
Sipping an Americano behind sunglasses, she exuded an air of refined elegance.
-Ding~ ding
Just then, the glass door opened, and two men in black suits entered.
Spotting her, they headed straight over.
"Ma'am."
"Did you find anything?"
"We'll order first. This'll take a while."
"Okay. Go ahead."
The men in black suits returned after ordering.
They placed a few photos and documents on the table, then spoke.
"Here's what we tracked on your son's movements. From the 14th to the 27th, the past two weeks. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual routine: school, home, dates with his girlfriend, recipe research in his studio. That's it."
Lee Sin-a's brow furrowed.
"And that's all?"
"No. One suspicious thing."
"Suspicious?"
"Yes. We had our hackers check your son's KakaoTalk and text history—everything was wiped clean."
"K-KakaoTalk deleted?"
"Yes. We also tracked his contacts' movements. His girlfriend's path stood out a bit."
"How so?"
"That... cooking contest day."
"Yes."
"She stopped by there that day. We caught her bolting out right after it went down. Look here."
The photo the man handed over.
It showed the son's girlfriend leaving the building.
Grainy CCTV footage, but unmistakably her.
"Time stamp's right here. Out the door the second it happened."
"Yeah... it is."
"Yes. It's weird. Her boyfriend pulls off something like that—ahem—and she just walks away like nothing? They've been together a while, right?"
"It is strange... Ha-young wouldn't do that..."
"Exactly. So we want to tail Lee Ha-young. If you approve, ma'am."
"...Do it. Can you recover the deleted KakaoTalk too?"
"Yes. Already working on it. We'll send it as soon as it's done."
"Thank you."
"Uh... and tailing Lee Ha-young means... extra fees..."
"How much?"
"Yes! No rough stuff, just intel—400."
Private investigators who'll do anything for cash.
Lee Sin-a never dealt with their kind normally, but desperation left her no choice.
"I'll give it to you on the way out. That's all?"
"Yes. And this is just friendly advice for you, ma'am..."
The man hesitated, choosing his words carefully.
Finally, he spoke.
"Might be good to pair it with 'psychological therapy' if you're open."
"Psychological therapy?"
"Yes. Your son's recovery is priority one, right? Our circles have a mental health specialist."
Lee Sin-a's expression hardened coldly.
How could she trust some back-alley shrink with her son?
Obviously a ploy to squeeze more money.
"I get it's hard to believe. But check this out."
The man handed over a photo and documents.
Lee Sin-a picked them up with a blank look.
📋 Medical Record
👤 Name: Nam Seung-hyuk 🎂 Age: 26 📊 Status: 2x suicide attempts, severe bipolar disorder, periodic respiratory distress, panic disorder, interpersonal phobia 📋 Diagnosis: Eroded self-esteem from years of exam failures, girlfriend's breakup notice, family discrimination, pent-up emotions exploding upon bully's acceptance news 💊 Prescription: Exposed school violence for bully's acceptance revocation (trauma removal), manipulated girlfriend's photos to depict unhappy life (psychological anxiety relief), family separation, in-depth parental counseling, proper career planning with job support ✅ Results: Interpersonal phobia cured. Confidence restored. Re-entered society. (Panic disorder requires ongoing treatment)
Lee Sin-a examined Nam Seung-hyuk's medical record with keen interest.
She flipped through the attached photos one by one.
Each image chronicled a man near ruin transforming into a clean-cut, handsome guy.
"...Who's this?"
"Calls himself Mr. Choi. Trained in psychological therapy in the States. No idea how he ended up in this line of work, but his skills are legit."
Lee Sin-a glanced again at the before-and-after shots of Nam Seung-hyuk.
Finally, she spoke.
"Give me his contact info."
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