Even in Hell, I Will Have Revenge. 2.
With the sound of his nasal bone cracking, a stream of blood poured from both nostrils. President Kim Myeon-hyeong's upper body swayed unsteadily.
I grinned with a Joker Smile. He was still mirroring it back at me. He probably had no idea why he was getting hit. No, maybe President Kim Myeon-hyeong didn't even know what getting hit felt like. He'd probably been raised so delicately that he'd never been struck once in his life. That seemed the most likely explanation.
President Kim Myeon-hyeong had no data in his cerebellum or hippocampus about being assaulted. There were even rumors he was the hidden youngest grandson of the Seongsam Electronics chairman, right? With no experience of pain, he had no clue how to react—he'd just glitched out. All he could do was flash that Joker Smile at me, hoping I'd stop. But I didn't.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
So I kept pounding him. His eyes swelled up tight, blood streamed from his nose, but I hammered his face relentlessly with my fists. In psychology, there's this thing called "learned helplessness"—an experiment where subjects endure repeated pain. It's one of the brain's defense mechanisms. Instinctively activating his pain defenses, Kim Myeon-hyeong started shaking his body to dodge my punches.
Where do you think you're going? I grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked. He didn't want the hits, but he kept up the Joker Smile. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. One of his front teeth finally came loose amid the shaking. I was starting to feel the fatigue—you know, like how boxers talk about tiring out mid-fight. Now I got it.
"Hoo..."
His eyes had ballooned into black raccoon masks, his face no longer even remotely human. Maybe take a breather before round two.
Suddenly, it hit me. What if... I could rule this place like a god? And the first step? Make myself President Kim Myeon-hyeong's boss. Yeah. Starting now, Kim Myeon-hyeong—you're gonna get your ass kicked by me every damn day. That's your new routine. Etch it in your brain.
Thwack. Thwack... Thwack.
I kept smashing him with my fists, grinning like a maniac with my Joker Smile. That's when it happened. Amid the gut punches, his expression finally shifted. His lower jaw jutted out, lips pouting in misery. Pure sadness—he couldn't hold back the pain anymore.
Slap! Slap!
This time, I backhanded him across the cheeks. Kim Myeon-hyeong's head whipped left and right. For the first time, my knuckles actually hurt from hitting someone. His cheeks started swelling bright red. But this bastard's reaction? Fucking hilarious. Still, he grabbed the hair of Jin Sun-mi—the secretary sucking his dick under the desk—and flung her aside like he was taking it out on her.
His cortisol levels were spiking from the nonstop beating, stress through the roof. The pain turned to rage, and he sought a defense—but couldn't handle my power. So, he vented on the easy target: Jin Sun-mi. Classic "mirror neurons" at work. Any guy who's done military service knows the cycle of violence payback.
He started punching Jin Sun-mi just like I'd punched him. The fuck you think you're doing, you little shit?
Listen up, Myeon-hyeong. I don't let guys hit women on my watch. Every time he raised a fist at Jin Sun-mi, I slammed him with a liver shot. Never forgot the Joker Smile. He learned quick: try to hit her, and he'd eat pain. Assaulting someone could feel this good? News to me.
While pounding President Kim Myeon-hyeong, I caught Jin Sun-mi's reaction—fascinating. She'd squeezed her eyes shut every time his fist rose. Her cheek reddened from one slap, but when no more came, shock washed over her face.
"Oh."
Jin Sun-mi flashed me a Joker Smile. Gratitude for the save? Whatever. Doesn't matter. But damn, this adulterous prick Kim Myeon-hyeong? Hits just right. Buff from workouts—solid build, wouldn't die easy even if I went hard. Now I was knee-stomping, headbutting, going full savage.
His pants were down around his ankles, dick fully limp. I stomped that fucking thing flat with my foot.
Squelch!
"Gaaahhh fuuuuck!!"
His scream exploded out. I felt his balls squish under my sole, vivid as hell. Time to pay for the pleasure he got pounding my wife's pussy, you piece of shit. Pure primal, lizard-brain revenge.
Kill him? Nah—too easy. If I imprint that I'm the predator... how's he gonna act from now on?
A new brain-hack idea sparked. Like the hamster frozen stiff before the tit-monster. Teaching dumb demons who's boss. Companies are just wild food pyramids. Predator's your direct boss. CEO at the apex, ranks below. I stared down at the bloodied, exhausted Kim Myeon-hyeong.
Jin Sun-mi had crawled out from under the desk now. Her white blouse—top three buttons undone—cleavage on full display. I scanned her head to toe. Her response? Intriguing. She knelt demurely before me.
Chimps have mirror neuron experiments. They learn by watching others—advanced system. Witness one chimp submit to violence, and the group internalizes hierarchy without direct experience, neural pathways firing identically.
I'd just dominated the company's alpha—the president—by force. Jin Sun-mi, watching, had her mirror neurons light up. Human brains have killer defenses. Especially the interplay between amygdala and prefrontal cortex—key to survival. Amygdala triggers instant fight-or-flight in danger. But prefrontal calls the shots: analyzes, picks safest option. Usually "defense," not attack. Evolution's gift.
And here was Jin Sun-mi, groveling at my feet. I stroked her hair gently. She shuddered into orgasm. For millions of years, humans survived stronger predators—smart defense beat blind fighting. Best strategy? "mirroring" or synchronization. Mirror neurons and syncing amplify each other. Like Jin Sun-mi now, craving my cock.
Mirror neurons fire when observing others' actions—like you're doing it yourself. Crucial for social humans: mimic, empathize, sync. That's their power.
I locked eyes with Jin Sun-mi gazing up. High-rankers posture over low-rankers:
- Looking down from above
- Aggressive stance
- Territory claim
Low-rankers' mirror neurons register, submit. Basis of social order.
I pressed her head down firmly.
"Nngh."
She bowed slowly into doggy position.
No fear from her, though. I'd protected her from the old boss—maybe she was even touched by the new alpha's mercy. Fuck... wanna play king in these shells' world?
Key was maintaining this setup. First step: Make Kim Myeon-hyeong himself acknowledge my superiority.
I shoved five desks together, topped with a table, stacked chairs on that—built a physical throne, rock-solid. Not just a chair. Height meant power. Primal metaphor for authority. Thrones on daises? Exactly why.
Anterior cingulate cortex (ACC) handles hierarchy. Vertical position difference stimulates it directly. High spot: testosterone up. Low: cortisol spikes. Authority's visual as fuck.
Me looming over Kim Myeon-hyeong? His brain tags me superior. Plus, loser of alpha fight naturally sees winner as new boss. Brains evolved to link height and power.
I snatched docs from his desk. One title caught my eye: [Japan Branch Establishment and Local Investment Strategy]. Gut feeling. I pored over it.
"What the actual fuck."
Explained why my ex-wife was in Japan. Shin Serin—listed as prez of a Japanese paper company. Contents? Mind-blowing. Creative accounting, shell corp docs. Japanese sections showed funds siphoned there. Kim Myeon-hyeong embezzling company cash. Massive scale.
This prick milked it clean.
Funny part? He had no clue Shin Serin was banging someone else in Japan. Otherwise, no way he'd make her branch prez.
You're her chump too, you pathetic fuck.
Still. Fuck that. My rage hits wife and her side fucks.
That's when Kim Myeon-hyeong slithered up from the floor. Saw the rearranged desk, face confused. I glared down, hardening my expression. Rolled up the docs I'd been reading and smacked his face with them. Tap-tap.
"You call this shit paperwork?"
Not spoken—my rage-face screamed it. Tossed the papers to scatter over his mug. "Threat stimulus." Fires up HPA axis—hypothalamus-pituitary-adrenal—cortisol surges. Prefrontal analyzes: Only superiors act like this.
Mirror neurons activate; he recalls doing this to underlings. Boss threat hits amygdala, hippocampus pulls similar memories. Dopamine/serotonin crash. Brain picks safe play: submit.
Kim Myeon-hyeong bowed his head. Brain now fully tagged me superior. Amygdala in fear mode, hippocampus storing new hierarchy as memory. Not mimicry—neural rewiring. Synaptic plasticity strengthens with repetition. Hippocampus locks long-term, prefrontal builds compliant patterns.
Kim Myeon-hyeong picked up the papers, pretended to review, handed them over cautiously. Moment their new routine formed. Shells' brains couldn't think independently, but circuits hummed. Final stamp: Steal the alpha's female.
I crooked a finger at Jin Sun-mi.
