Outcast Loser NTR Player - Chapter 17: Peddle Aphrodisiacs and You'll Get Yours – You're Dead
In conclusion, Cheolsu got dragged off to the police station in the act.
"As expected! Truly impressive, young master! This brilliant scheme—even I, who was right by your side, never saw it coming!"
Park Secretary gushed in admiration toward Yujin. He'd just come back from personally handing Cheolsu over to the cops as a criminal caught red-handed.
'This man really has no blood, no tears.'
Of course, even catching him in the act didn't make conviction a slam dunk. Considering the victim's testimony and the circumstances, there was plenty of room for leniency. But Heukcheon's power could force it through anyway.
'Making him get arrested for assaulting the girl he loves, no less.'
How diabolical was that? Few men could hold onto their sanity after something like that. It wasn't just about public opinion or issues with women—it was something he'd never forgive himself for. Even if it was semi-coerced by drugs and the situation, the outcome didn't change.
And Cheolsu had walked right into it of his own accord.
From first encountering Younghee, luring her to the hotel, and drawing Cheolsu in—it was all one grand plan! Park Secretary was chilled to the bone by Yujin's capabilities.
Of course, he had no idea it was all a insane pile-up of coincidences, which was why he could harbor such a delusion.
'Hmm, after thinking hard about it, it kinda worked out.'
—The fact that you had to think that hard to realize it is what's fucking shocking.
Yujin looked serious on the outside, but inside he was fidgeting like mad. He never imagined that mystery drink in the fridge was an aphrodisiac. Hell, what kind of psycho hotel stocks that shit in the minibar? And he'd gone and offered it to Cheolsu without a clue.
Strictly speaking, that meant Cheolsu had assaulted Younghee because of him.
Uwaaaah, this is insane! In the end, it's mostly my fault!
Sure, Cheolsu liked Younghee too, but without the aphrodisiac, he never would've done something so crazy. If he was gonna do anything, he should've at least heard everyone out first.
But now that Cheolsu was already hauled off by the cops.
Ughhh! It's my fault! I had no idea about any of that! Our Cheolsu is a good boy with no wrongdoing!
In truth, Yujin didn't even have time to do anything. Park Secretary had heard the situation and handled everything at lightspeed.
As befitting a Heukcheon heavyweight, the secretary had connections in the police force. The competence Yujin always relied on was backfiring spectacularly now.
'Can I just throw money at this and make it go away, or do I need another angle? Should I go to the station, kneel, and beg that it was my mistake?!'
Until now, he'd solved every minor hiccup with cash. He wasn't sure if it'd work this time.
Anyway, social outcast bullshit wasn't the priority right now. His (prospective) friend's life was about to go down the toilet!
Money, power, connections—bring it all out, bam! He was just about to tell Park Secretary and at least try something when—
"Young master, over there."
At Park Secretary's words, he turned his head. There stood Younghee, face blank with shock.
She looked utterly traumatized. Yujin hurried over to her.
"What's wrong? I told you to stay inside."
Before he could finish, Younghee threw herself into his arms.
"I'm sorry…"
Her voice was thick with tears.
"I'll do anything. Anything I can do, I'll do it. Please… just save our Cheolsu…"
Before Yujin could respond, she dropped to her knees.
Ah, damn it. Why did everyone have to tug at his heartstrings like this?
The police station was darker than he'd imagined for his first visit. The atmosphere itself wasn't the real issue.
But the gazes treating him like a criminal? Even Cheolsu, hardened by long training, could barely endure them. Especially when the charge was assaulting the girl he loved.
"Kya, you psycho. How do you even touch a girl at your age? And a classmate, no less."
"It wasn't my will."
"Bullshit. We've got testimony and evidence right here."
"It's all fabricated by those guys!"
"We know."
The cop's words made Cheolsu snap his head up. He was in the interrogation room—or so they called it, but with handcuffs on and the oppressive gloom, it was plenty intimidating. Add the cop's certainty of his guilt, and even an adult would feel fear.
Thrown into this in an instant, Cheolsu figured he was hopelessly trapped.
But the cop knew that?
'Then 99%—'
"So what? Does that change anything?"
"Pardon?"
The cop shrugged at Cheolsu.
"You know who's treating you like shit right now? Heukcheon. Heukcheon. Even congressmen tremble at the sight of their secretaries."
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"…"
"Think how far Heukcheon's strings reach. You don't know it, but from the prosecutors here on up to the judges, more haven't taken their money than have."
"Then you, detective…"
"Me? No need to ask. If I took your side, who knows what'd happen to my family. You think I'm crazy enough to help you?"
Cheolsu was speechless. He'd already gotten tangled with Yujin and ended up like this. With Heukcheon's power and capital, firing or burying one cop was nothing.
How many would risk that?
'Did he calculate all this and hand me over?'
If so, it was a perfectly laid trap. Honestly, he couldn't understand it. Why go this far for a nobody like him? Just pure malice? Or was there a reason?
"If this goes to trial, you're in deep shit. Criminal record means instant expulsion from the academy, no hero path. You'd be scraping by as a mercenary. Think Heukcheon lets that slide?"
"As I said, I'm no criminal."
"Yeah, yeah, all fabricated evidence. Doesn't matter how they did it—Heukcheon can pull it off. Everyone who's seen it thinks so. But who cares? The prosecutors don't."
"Wouldn't a trial be different?"
"Didn't you hear me? Prosecutors, judges—all Heukcheon-aligned. Think a lawyer changes that? That guy's probably already bought, screwing you behind the scenes. Obvious as day."
The cop was right. Heukcheon's influence could pierce the heavens. Against that, he had nothing. All he could do was pathetic flailing from the start.
"So what am I supposed to do?"
Cheolsu's fists trembled.
"Just take it like this? Never even fight back properly?"
That bastard was trash who touched Younghee. He had to protect her. He'd lived for that alone.
Give up on Younghee now? No way in hell.
"There is one way out of this. Or rather, the only way."
Cheolsu looked up.
"Grovel to the guy who did this to you. Swear you'll never mess with him again."
"I can't…!"
"Shut it, kid. You know jack about Heukcheon."
The cop lit a cigarette. On closer look, he was missing his pinky.
"What I've seen of those guys? They don't lift a finger unless it benefits them. Ignore you like a butterfly flitting by."
The cop whispered like a snake's tongue.
"So just give that guy what he wants. Then you're golden."
Cheolsu bit his lip until it bled. Do what the bastard wants? Hand over Younghee and pretend nothing happened forever?
Impossible. Younghee was his everything. Life without her was unimaginable, unlivable.
But then what the hell was he supposed to do?
'Goddamn it.'
It burned with injustice. If he had more power, more strength—would it have been different? Force that wouldn't lose to that guy, unbreakable will—would that have changed things?
Too late for regrets now.
"Excuse me."
Another cop entered then—a woman, whispering in the detective's ear.
"What? For real?"
The detective's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Cheolsu.
"No, fuck. Why all of a sudden?"
"Who knows with the big shots. They do what they want."
"Ha, insane. Can't figure what the high-and-mighties are thinking."
The detective stared at Cheolsu, then nodded.
"Hey, get out."
"Pardon?"
"You're free to go."
Cheolsu blinked blankly. The sudden attitude shift made no sense. This wasn't something that got decided so easily.
"Free? Who said that?"
Cheolsu's face twisted further at the detective's sullen mutter.
"Heukcheon's heir personally asked. What the hell have you been up to?"