The Weakness Uncovered by Shadowing Park Sung-hoon
"So much to sort out...."
Back in her studio apartment, Ryu Se-hee pulled clothes from the shopping bags and began organizing them.
She glanced at the rack mounted against one wall.
It was overflowing with empty hangers.
This was the result of selling off her possessions on the secondhand market to scrape together 200,000 won.
"Hoo...."
Looking around the empty apartment brought back memories of her life just a few days ago.
The absurd situation of having to pay 200,000 won every single day.
Chased by that debt, she'd agonized over how to come up with tomorrow's payment... trembling in fear.
She'd had to sell off cherished items and expensive purchases for pennies on the dollar.
When she'd gone out to sell her clothes, some lunatic had suddenly offered to buy the panties she was wearing right then for cash....
Of course, she'd chased him off, threatening to call the cops.
"Ha.... Just thinking about it...."
She gripped the clothes she was sorting tightly. Her hands shook.
But now things were different. She had breathing room.
No more texts or calls from loan sharks threatening to spread rumors.
She had new clothes, and she could fill the empty rack again.
...In exchange, now she was at the mercy of Mr. Tae-oh's blackmail.
".........."
She glanced around cautiously. Shopping bags littered the floor.
There was the bag with the panties Mr. Tae-oh had ordered her to wear to work next week without fail.
Next to it sat the bag of bread he'd handed her at the end.
"Kuh...."
The aroma of freshly baked bread had been filling the apartment since earlier.
It was hard to resist.
Does he know I like bread...? No, I've never said that in front of Mr. Tae-oh.
Was it just a casual purchase? She couldn't read his intentions.
It stung her pride to think she was taking handouts like this from him.
But still.
Gurgle....
She'd been surviving on school lunches, eating just one meal a day for weeks.
Even after eating during the day, her stomach was growling again already.
...And it was bread, of all things?
Ryu Se-hee hesitated but finally picked up the bread bag.
She tore into one piece.
......Delicious.
—Trilling.
Her phone rang. Who could it be? The screen showed her mother.
She swallowed the bread in her mouth and answered.
"Yeah, Mom."
"My girl, Teacher Se-hee. You doing okay?"
Hearing her mother's voice stirred up unnecessary guilt.
"...I'm doing fine."
"No one's giving you trouble? No aches or pains? The kids or parents causing issues? Getting along with the teachers next door?"
"Nothing like that. I'm managing the kids just fine. And the other teachers... um, yeah, we're good."
"Good~ That's all that matters~."
"......"
She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come.
Her parents saw her as this amazing teacher.
Our daughter's a teacher now—they'd bragged to neighbors, to colleagues at work.
She couldn't bring herself to tell her mom now about the loans, failing to pay interest, scraping by, getting caught by the teacher next door and blackmailed into sexual slavery.
After a few more check-ins and talk of side dishes, her mother suddenly said:
"Sweetie, I sent you a million won. Check it~."
"...What? A million won? Where'd you get that kind of money?"
"Don't ask where. Just take it as pocket money, quietly."
"You don't have money yourself. You said living expenses were tight."
"Mom's fine, so just use it~."
"......"
"Got it? My girl?"
"Thanks.... I'll call again."
Her mom must have noticed she was struggling, even if she didn't know about the loans.
Ryu Se-hee hung up and cautiously opened her banking app.
Credit Bank Public Official Account
Balance: 1,005,170 won
It was real— a million won had come in.
When was the last time her account had this much? She could barely remember.
Loan interest deductions from her salary halved her paycheck, and what was left vanished into bank fees and rent the moment it hit.
Almost nothing remained.
In that mess, a million won in hand felt like a fortune.
I can pay the overdue utilities with this. And whatever's left...
Even after utilities, money would remain.
About 600,000 won.
Enough for three days' interest.
Pay that, and she'd have three days free from Mr. Tae-oh's clutches.
"Three days........."
Her hand trembled slightly on the phone.
Buy three days with the money?
Or...
Ryu Se-hee pondered, then absentmindedly touched her lips.
"Ah...."
Come to think of it, today she'd kissed Mr. Tae-oh for the first time.
Her first kiss.
Well... technically, her mouth had touched his dick first.
Lips to lips, though—this was the first.
He'd stolen it while she was distracted.
She'd braced herself that it'd happen eventually under blackmail.
But actually doing it left her feelings all tangled.
"Eugh...."
She slapped her cheeks with her palms.
Get it together. Mr. Tae-oh is the one blackmailing me...!
Just today he'd shoved weird stuff in her pussy to torment her.
Fucked her in the fitting room loud enough for everyone to hear....
Made her wear strange panties.
A trashy scumbag who lusts after her body and rapes women.
A shameless pervert who makes her do embarrassing things!
An irredeemable lowlife...!
Yeah. That's Mr. Tae-oh.
"Ha....... Better just finish sorting."
More thinking would just complicate her head.
She gathered the shopping bags and tidied up, leaving one last bag.
"This one...."
Inside was the women's masturbator she'd bought that morning.
And the rotor that had been inside her pussy.
She pulled the cord—it was tiny.
All day today, this thing...
She swallowed hard.
She glanced around. Of course, no one was there.
Mr. Tae-oh wouldn't know.
Ryu Se-hee clutched the rotor and climbed onto the bed.
***
After dropping Ryu Se-hee off at home, I immediately turned on navigation.
Let's see. The deal spot for Park Sung-hoon... it's nearby.
An apartment basement parking lot.
About ten minutes by car from here.
Would that bastard Park Sung-hoon show up on time? What was he up to?
Sucks I couldn't mirror his phone since we're not at school.
"Gotta go see for myself. Something'll turn up."
I turned the wheel and headed straight to the meetup spot.
I parked a bit away and walked over. A guy was standing by a parking pillar.
Can't get spotted. I ducked behind another pillar.
Dark enough they wouldn't see me.
Screech—
A few minutes later, Park Sung-hoon's car pulled in.
I'd seen it in the school lot a few times. White SUV.
The car stopped in front of the guy, and Park Sung-hoon got out.
Paper bag in hand.
"Excuse me, Apple...?"
"Yes, Apple Market. You're here for the graphics card, right?"
"Ah, yeah."
The voices carried from afar.
Not the time.
I quickly pulled out my phone and recorded the deal.
Modern cameras are great—even 10x zoom came out pretty clear.
Captured Park Sung-hoon's face, the buyer's face.
Money via app, so they fiddled with phones while chatting. Got that too.
Then handing over the paper bag. That better be what I think it is.
Park Sung-hoon was the IT manager. Handled all school electronics.
Kids' tablets, classroom computers, printers, peripherals. Even internal parts.
Stealing a part? Piece of cake.
Even his wife, Ms. An Ji-yeon, would think, IT manager, so that's normal, right?
No one suspects.
And he sells graphics cards secondhand? Smells like school property.
If I can prove it's from a school computer, that's embezzlement of school assets.
Embezzlement's a slam dunk. Job-related? Instant firing.
Teacher's done.
But this video alone? Not solid proof.
Looks like a normal deal. No hiding, right there in public.
Who'd suspect?
"Thanks. Good deal."
"Yes! Hit confirm."
Deal done, they parted. Park Sung-hoon got in his car.
Shit. Coming this way.
I ducked deeper behind the pillar.
Waited till his car circled and exited the lot.
Buyer meanwhile pulled out the contents.
Zoom: graphics card. Bingo.
Not the time. I hurried over to the buyer.
"Hey? You just bought a graphics card here, right?"
"...? Uh, yeah."
"I need one bad. I'll pay premium. Buy it off you."
"Pardon?"
I spread my fingers for the dumbfounded buyer.
"500,000 won over your purchase price."
***
"Hmmm...."
Back home, I examined the graphics card I'd bought at a premium.
Hmm... Looks fine on the outside.
Inside too—no issues. No stickers.
School gear always had management stickers. Item codes, QR, etc.
Heard they even RFID-chip some for tracking.
"But not on internal parts like this."
Computer guts—no helping it.
They just stick chips on the case. Useless.
And if there was a sticker, he'd have peeled it.
"To prove it's school property...."
I stroked my chin, thinking.
Any smoking gun?
Digging around, I spotted the serial number.
Serial number?
Check the school inventory log? Should pop up.
Even without stickers, purchase records exist. Especially for 1M+ won gear—they'd log the serial.
I noted the serial and snapped a photo.
Hmm... Still gotta wait till next week at school to check.
Mulling it over, I hit the supplier site.
Input the serial and search.
"Uh...."
It came up.
Institutional use? No way....
Suspicious name. Clicked it, and this popped up.
Nara Jangteo / School Jangteo Exclusive
"Nara Jangteo...!"
Public procurement mall for government offices, right? Civilians can't buy.
Meaning...!
...At minimum, it's confirmed stolen from school.
"Knew it...!"
I chuckled.
Park Sung-hoon, you dog.
Stealing and selling school gear?
"You're fucked."