T-16 Office Life 1
O Nangryun wasn't just searching for Go A-hee. Among the apostle candidates in T-16, he was personally scouting the strongest prospects and hunting new demons in the fog every night. There was so much to share, but we wrapped up the call with plans to meet and talk in person.
"Kekeke… My buddy's sharpening his demon king edge, and I'm the demon hunter bagging demon kings… If we teamed up, we'd be fucking unstoppable, right?"
My one true friend. Running into a high school classmate at a highway rest stop was a thrill, but discovering your best bud from another dimension was chasing the same goal? That hit like pure ecstasy.
…Anyway, looks like fate's got me squaring off against Baal. Scrounging info from the T-16 world that could help the real one seemed like a solid plan too.
The next day, I rolled up to the Bentley showroom in my Bentley. The shells stuck to their routines like clockwork—clocking in on time, parking in assigned spots. I slid into the empty "President" spot. If Kim Myeon-hyeong showed up and found no space, that wasn't my problem.
I took the elevator to the eighth floor. The president's office, where I'd turned Kim Myeon-hyeong into a bloody pulp. Now it was mine.
The door creaked open to the familiar sight: expansive desk, bed linked to a window framing the crimson sky, and…
Jin Sun-mi was already there, dressed in a white blouse with a ribbon—secretary chic—and a tight pale-pink skirt hugging her curves. Back to her prim, perfect assistant persona.
She approached, bowed, took my jacket smoothly, and hung it up. Then, like she'd anticipated it, she handed me a steaming cup of coffee. The rich, deep aroma wafted up.
"Colombian Supremo, huh? Smells divine."
I took the cup, staring her down. Her eyes were still vacant, but the obedience toward me burned deeper now. No Joker smile—just a soft one aimed at me. The brain hack had worked perfectly. She was mine, completely.
I sank into the sofa, sipping. Jin Sun-mi stood silently by my side, awaiting orders. Her presence felt utterly natural, comforting. A perfectly tamed bitch.
"Gotta dig up some dirt today to drag Kim Myeon-hyeong to ruin."
At my musing, Jin Sun-mi gestured lightly to the stack of papers on the desk.
"What're these?"
Nothing important, probably. Scrap paper and filler stuffed in binders. But organized so meticulously it almost looked meaningful. Another reminder she wasn't human.
Still, "Good work." I gave her a casual pat on the head as I grabbed the files. She smiled, satisfied, then retreated to stand by the door like a shadow—never invading my space, always ready at a call.
I flipped through them, killing time. Truth was, I had jack shit to do. How the company ran wasn't my concern. The real prize was Kim Myeon-hyeong's embezzlement records. But dissecting cooked books for weak spots? Not easy. That's where U Mi-young came in.
How much time passed? A knock, then the door opened.
"President, may I come in?"
U Mi-young. Same crisp office look as yesterday: flawless bun, pristine blouse and skirt. But her eyes were different—subtly. Empty yet hiding something, complex.
From T-12, masquerading as a survivor. "Come in, Manager U."
She entered quietly, shut the door, and settled naturally on the sofa across from me.
Jin Sun-mi remained statue-still by the door. U Mi-young glanced at her, then back to me.
"What's up?"
I asked, and she flashed a slight smile—human-like, but off. Calculated. "No time yesterday for proper greetings. Congrats on becoming president."
"No need for congrats. Business as usual."
"Still, with new leadership, I figured our department could lend a hand."
Her voice was smooth, measured. But I read the intent buried in her words.
Here we go. The quest.
[Betray those who trust you and plunge them into despair.]
She'd cozy up, earn my trust, then stab me in the back at the crucial moment. To complete Belphegor's quest.
"Help, huh… Nothing specific right now."
I played it cool, watching her. She faltered briefly, then smiled again. "What about info on the original world?"
Her bold expression radiated confidence. "I'm piecing together ways back to the real world."
To any other survivor, it'd be a siren call. I leaned forward, feigning interest. "Manager U, you know a way back?"
She'd cast the bait—probing what I knew about T-12, the real world. I played dumb, eager to see her intel and her game.
"Haven't cracked it yet, but I'm gathering from others who've come over. Word is, 'Awakened' with special powers are showing up there now."
She emphasized Awakened, gauging my reaction. Adorable.
"Awakened?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. People with extraordinary abilities. Like… superpowers?"
She dripped more info, ramping up as I showed interest. "Manager, couldn't those Awakened save us?"
I fed her the hopeful angle. "Can't rule it out. If you're interested in that kind of 'power,' I can help with what I know."
She leaned in, locking eyes. A sly proposition gleamed there.
Hook me with power? Then puppet me or exploit a weakness for betrayal.
I clocked her play but acted intrigued. "Power… What kind?"
"Depends what you want, President. But there's definitely an 'opportunity' for it."
She stressed opportunity, raising a finger. "Opportunities don't come often, President." She wagged it with a seductive smile. One blouse button undone, flashing pale skin. Intentional.
"You know a lot, Manager. How?"
"Wide network. Info's key to surviving here, right?"
She uncrossed her legs, skirt riding up to reveal smooth thighs. Her stockinged legs curved perfectly. "True. Info's everything."
I kept staring. She caught it, smiled smugly.
"So, President… Mind if I check Kim Myeon-hyeong's safe?"
Ah, struggling for real-world dirt, so targeting his corruption files here. Cute, faithfully following my orders without knowing the white mask was me. If I had her quest, it'd be done already.
"Looking for something?"
"Personal grudge." She dodged, but I nodded. "Go ahead. Jin Sun-mi? Open the safe if you know the code."
Jin Sun-mi strode over, unlocked it. U Mi-young's eyes widened slightly seeing the shell obey me. She grabbed every file inside—ammo to hit the real Kim Myeon-hyeong.
"Thanks, President. And… how about dinner tonight? Just us? We could dive deeper into that chat."
Finally, the pitch. Seduce me alone, build trust, complete the quest. I pretended to mull it.
Curious how she'd run it, blind to my white mask. "Sure. Tonight. Where?"
Her face lit up, exhaling relief. "I know a spot. Quiet… intimate. I'll text details."
She leaned forward, breasts swaying. Clear intent. "Looking forward to it, Manager."
I smirked meaningfully. She rose, flashing another alluring smile. "See you tonight, President."
She glided out elegantly. Jin Sun-mi approached immediately, nodding toward the door with anxious eyes. Instinct picking up the threat.
"I know. No worries."
I stroked her head. "This'll get fun."
U Mi-young thought she could fool me, but I was the real hunter. I'd lure her into her own trap.
Belphegor's quest? I'd hijack it.
I gazed at the blood-red sky, smiling. A new game brewing in this hellish world. Thrilling.
7 PM. Message from U Mi-young. Location was unexpected—same address as her T-12 home.
I drove the Bentley there. T-12 and T-16 geography matched closely, so no nav needed.
She waited out front, transformed from daytime. Tight black long dress with a thigh-high side slit. Hair down, loose waves; light makeup amplifying her intellectual allure.
"Welcome, President."
She led me in. Dim, but candles cast a soft glow. Living room table held wine and light snacks.
"Make yourself comfy."
I sat on the sofa; she pressed close beside me. Her subtle perfume tickled my nose.
"What'd you want to talk about, Manager?"
I opened. She poured wine, handed me a glass.
"No rush, President. Wine first."
Her gaze turned blatant. Deep cleavage in the wine-red dress, smooth thigh peeking from the slit—pure temptation.
"Fine by me."
I clinked glasses. Clear tinkle.
"To our… successful partnership."
Her voice low, eyes darker than the wine.
Partnership… groundwork for betrayal.
I sipped. She watched, then spoke slowly. "Park Woojin."
Suddenly, her voice turned ice-cold. "Fuck the company once and play president, think you're the real deal now?"
Her sharp words stabbed like a dagger.