I Like Mondays 1
Monday. Fuck. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Rest. A working man's week goes down just like that. Saturday and Sunday vanish in the blink of an eye, turning into "rest." There was a time when I'd get pissed seeing some sponge-headed dog character belting out that bullshit song "I like Mondays." Back in the day, every Sunday night on some comedy show, they'd pull that crap: "Everyone, tomorrow's Monday!" trying to pass it off as a joke and just pissing people off.
"Mondays are great." After spending the whole weekend in intensive sword training with the goddess Athena, then getting drained dry by the masochist goddess... yeah, Mondays have to feel great. A goddess begging me to kill her? Fuck, no—Athena wasn't just any goddess; she was a sex addict and a total pervert masochist. That's why the Phnoima we found at her house was shaped like a dildo. Phnoima must've been her husband or some shit.
But here's the thing. I'm not into hitting women, and I'm no sadist. Sure, I dream of a harem, but I aim for normal sex life... and suddenly, three masochists pop up around me one after another. Is masochism the new trend or what? Goddess masochist: Athena. Demon masochist: Aluca—no, Ieliya. Human masochist: Gu Mirae. She's desperately hiding her true nature from me right now...
"Am I gonna turn into a sadist at this rate?" The only pervert around me used to be O Nangryun. But now the guy's even bigger—basically a monster at this point. He's three meters tall these days. And he's been extra cocky lately. "Woojin-ah, getting horny all the time causes anemia. Big dick ain't all that great—too much blood rushes down there." I wish he'd shut the fuck up with that nonsense. Plus, when he bragged about his new Belphegor powers, I maxed out my mana and showed him Athena's ultimate, "Parthenon Finish," and he clammed right up.
The funny part? I'd been trying to use that skill forever, but mana shortage kept it buzzing uselessly in my head. Then this asshole brags about his dick size, I get pissed, and boom—it fires off. I played it cool at the time, but that skill was impossible at my mana level, so I ended up bedridden for three days moaning in agony. Fuck, no wonder men die early.
"Ah, shit, time to get up."
Living alone really is the best. Monday morning, I sliced into the Subway sandwich I'd bought the night before. Surprisingly healthy and cheap—my go-to meal. They force those five-star review cookies on you sometimes, and when they taste like black brownie, it's weirdly sweet and good.
Thinking of salad made Gu Mirae pop into my head unbidden. She probably got me into salads. "Should I move in with Gu Mirae?" If I wanted, I could call up Jiwon Yeong, Pink Banny, Seo Ji-hye, Kim Gayeong, Jin Sun-mi and build a harem. U Mi-young the manager and Han Areum are Belphegor's apostles, so cohabitation's out. Athena lives next door anyway.
I shook my head. In T-16, I'm already surrounded by U Mi-young (possessed), Choi Seo-ah (Retriever), Gu Mirae (shell), Jin Sun-mi (shell), and lately I even added Manager Shin Bomi (shell). Throwing in the nerdy Shin Bomi was to study her body, right? Now I know all her weaknesses. Harem life's plenty in T-16. So in T-12, I'm trying to live solo. Having someone around means I gotta pay attention to them, and if they start sucking dick, I can't just fuck one—half a day flies by in sex... Is this a dick house or are they the dick house? Not that I hate it, but there's other fun shit too.
This isn't like T-16, where cultural life is impossible. Netflix, new movies dropping, fun games... But why go to work? Today, I had a real reason.
The elevator dinged open, welcoming me to the sixth-floor office entrance.
"Good morning!!"
"Hey! Park, come on in! My daughter just got bumped up to A-rank hunter! All thanks to you—your tips made her grow like a storm!"
"Hahaha, congrats, Team Leader!"
Choi Dong-jin, now team leader after his promotion, beamed while sharing Choi Seo-ah's news. Seo-ah's a total infiltration-type PTT shell, straight out of some SF anime. Who's possessing it now? Still one of Lucifer's minions calling me young master? Whatever. Anal piercing pleasure is next-level, but without shoving a retriever summon inside for constant surveillance like with her, she's a risk.
Choi Dong-jin—Team Leader now. He got promoted to lead the new mobile game project. U Mi-young Manager, from the separate marketing team, joined too, and the team's bigger.
"Good morning! Oh? Park! Busy demon hunting, and you still come in?"
O Yo-han Manager approached with a huge grin. We shook hands, big palms slapping, sharing laughs.
"Should've rested more. You're slammed right now."
"I've rested plenty."
"Oh my oh my! Hellooo, Park Deputy Maaanager~~~"
A clear voice rang through the office. Gu Mirae's bright tone. She'd regained her old voice. Post-divorce, she'd reclaimed her confidence—totally transformed. Or back to her fresh grad days? Seeing her pretty face made me smile automatically. Especially the bliss of her crawling under the desk to suck me off. Her flushed face held real affection for me.
"Have a good weekend?"
"Yes! Deputy, I saw on the news you cleared that S-rank gate in Busan."
O Yo-han chimed in. "Yeah, Park Woojin pulled off another big one for the country, huh?"
"Nah, Si-hyuk did the heavy lifting. I just held the spoon."
"Always so humble. Alright, everyone, get to it."
Choi Dong-jin, who'd been listening quietly, clapped. "Focus on your tasks. Gu Mirae, banners to marketing by 10:30. O Yo-han Manager, head to Neulpureun Lawyer's now—issue with our publishing game's EU launch. Europe's a pain in the ass."
"Got it."
"Park Woojin, tweak the planning doc that went to the prez. Shared drive, right? Version control it properly."
"Yes, Team Leader."
"Kim, check in-game marketplace dev schedule with Team 2, update JIRA."
"Yes sir!!"
Choi Dong-jin knew every subordinate's tasks inside out. Some hate micromanaging, but he doles out just enough for clocking out on time and handles the rest himself. Impressive. Prioritizing and delegating on the fly? Talent.
I headed to my desk. Casual greetings, then sat. Reason for coming in: the game planning doc Choi ordered tweaks on.
The SF game proposal, story, concept—shocked me. After Kim Myeon-hyeong's downfall, I'm the real boss of "WJ Games." Only Seo Ji-hye the prez and Jiwon Yeong know.
[ZeroSimul Rackra]
The Secret of the Optimized Universe.
Seo Ji-hye sent it for review. Couldn't help but be stunned. It took our usual joke with Nangryun—"this world's a simulation"—amped it up with plausible science that felt too real. I know this is T-12 hell dimension, copied from another reality. Knowing the truth made [ZeroSimul Rackra]'s concept hit harder. And the drafter? Lab's Shin Bomi Manager.
Worldview basics:
- Our universe: VR designed by advanced civ for compute optimization.
- Physics laws: algorithms saving resources.
- Particles, energy, life: code minimizing ops for max phenomena.
[ZeroSimul Rackra] is the core rendering engine for higher beings—quantum optimization, RNG generators, conditional rendering. Our "Ulam spiral" primes? Memory reference compression. Designing memory that way birthed quantum memory. Slap it on a quantum computer, Riemann hypothesis cracks open. Enter [ZeroSimul Rackra]. Prime generation? Just RNG module. Quantum collapse on observation? Rendering optimizer.
"How'd she think of this?" Awe at Shin Bomi's worldview. Protagonist "Riemann's Successor" uncovers real compute methods solving Riemann, grabs debug key for reality. Timely too—news says AI's cracking Riemann soon.
"Ulam Cult... secret org worshiping prime spirals... pretty convincing."
Antagonist "Ulam Cult," glitches gaining powers from sim flaws—like real hunters. Glitches split: truth-seekers vs. red-pill blockers. Realistic war unfolds.
"Shin Bomi cooking subculture like this?" Game scenario felt too polished for just a game. Reviewing, I thought: expand to hell admins, demon kings, god wars—perfect fit.
"Our world connected somehow?"
Jejeop, peering at my docs, yelped. Voice trembling.
Then—my desk shook slightly. Muffled bickering from below.
"Manager... I got here first."
"Mirae, didn't peg you for..."
"You're dating the team leader. I'm divorced, single now."
"That's not the issue..."
Gu Mirae and U Mi-young Manager bumped under my desk.
"You two, what's with the whispering down there?"
I muttered softly. U Mi-young coldly snapped "Ignore us," yanking my zipper wide. But Gu Mirae snatched my dick first, shoving it in her mouth. A few pubes ripped out—sharp sting.
"Oh my oh my. Look at her. No respect for elders, huh?"
"It's my turn today."
Gu Mirae boldly claimed it. U Mi-young crouched like a dog chasing a hen, starting to masturbate.
Dry facepalm... U Mi-young's still scheming to kill this demon hunter me. Moment I succumb to pleasure, "White Masked Demon King" descends. Gu Mirae? Pure devotion. She just thinks U Mi-young likes watching her suck me.
Then—sixth-floor door bursts open. A presence.
"Oh! Deputy Park! Should've told me you were in!"
Shit. Blockhead Jin Sun-mi Deputy strides toward me. Gu Mirae sucking glans below, U Mi-young licking balls—both tense. If Jin spots this!
"Oh! Manager U Mi-young, Gu Mirae! You two sucking Park Woojin Deputy's dick!" She'd blab loud. First crisis like this—sweat down my neck.
