The Father's Medical Accident

The puzzle pieces began to fall into place one by one.

The reason my father had been murdered in Cambodia was inextricably linked to Park Taejun’s movements.

But if Park Taejun wanted to seize control of Samjung, he only needed to target Chairman Kang Rokgi.

So why had my father—who had been running a business in Cambodia—been killed?

By Park Taejun?

…Or by Chairman Kang Rokgi?

Among the suspects in my father’s murder, Chairman Kang Rokgi was a prime candidate.

Kang Rokgi was a monster.

A truly insane bastard.

His womanizing was borderline psychotic—an utterly deranged old pervert.

He had four sons, yet he had turned every single one of their wives into his personal fuck toys.

This was a fact only I knew.

One of the vengeful spirits clinging to Chairman Kang’s body had been his third daughter-in-law, who had committed suicide.

This was the sick secret hidden within the Samjung chaebol family.

A chairman who raped his own daughters-in-law.

My father had been labeled a bastard child and kept completely out of the succession race, but it seemed the chairman had taken a liking to his wife.

There had even been signs that Woo Minjung had been secretly meeting with the chairman behind my father’s back, enjoying illicit trysts.

The reason my father had hated Chairman Kang Rokgi so fiercely.

He had known.

He had known that his own wife had become the chairman’s whore.

By the way, what kind of business had my father been running in Cambodia?

The moment the funeral ended, Woo Minjung and Kang Minah had immediately flown back to Cambodia. There must have been something urgent they needed to resolve.

In the end, both mother and daughter had met the same fate—becoming Half-Human Half-Shikigami…

The secrets surrounding my father’s death would likely only surface once I rescued Woo Minjung.

How much did Kang Minah actually know?

Once she regained consciousness tomorrow morning, I would slowly draw the truth out of her.

I took a deep drag from my cigarette and exhaled it into the air like a sigh.

And then.

The virgin ghost must have watched Zhang Chen create the Half-Human Half-Shikigami.

"Three months, my lord."

The timeline of Minah and Woo Minjung’s disappearance matched perfectly.

"As far as I know, Gu Poison is required. Gu Poison and the deaths of a hundred people… You must create vengeful spirits who died in utter misery."

Gu Poison?

Sealing all kinds of venomous creatures inside a jar until only one survivor remained—the ultimate poisonous insect.

And on top of that, the miserable deaths of a hundred people…

As expected, the Half-Human Half-Shikigami technique was an abominable, taboo sorcery that should never see the light of day, right alongside human transmutation.

"What insane ingredients…"

"Moreover, there is one more forbidden material that carries the hatred of all involved… but I do not know what it is."

"Damn it."

The Cambodian crime syndicate had been the perfect location to complete a Half-Human Half-Shikigami.

A slaughterhouse where tens of thousands—hundreds of thousands—of people kidnapped from around the world had been butchered.

Their phishing crimes targeted ordinary citizens, completely destroying their lives.

It was inevitable that the hatred of countless people would accumulate there.

"Could Park Taejun really be planning to overthrow Chairman Kang Rokgi all by himself? There must be something behind him…"

"As far as I know, the Triads are involved behind Park Taejun."

"The Chinese mafia organization, the Triads?"

"Yes, my lord."

‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The entertainment industry, the gaming industry—there was nothing that hadn’t fallen into Chinese hands.

So even the Samjung Group had become a target of their greed?

In any case, I had become a target as well.

"It would be faster to use Woo Minjung to take down Kang Rokgi…"

I shook my head.

Chairman Kang Rokgi was not an easy man to deal with.

The massive conglomerate he had built had not been achieved by luck.

Moreover, the number of vengeful spirits clinging to his body was far from small.

The fact that he remained unharmed despite that meant there was a powerful shaman protecting him.

"This feels dirty. Since directly touching Kang Rokgi is difficult, they’re planning to use the people around him first?"

This hypothesis seemed the most plausible.

My father had been the first target. Then Woo Minjung and Kang Minah had been turned into Half-Human Half-Shikigami.

Finally, they had sent Minah to turn me into one as well.

Park Taejun and the Triads.

"Park Taejun… is this bastard trying to bite the hand that feeds him?"

No. Perhaps this was an opportunity for me as well.

I could settle my father’s long-held grudge against Chairman Kang Rokgi…

But should I really allow the Samjung Group to fall into Chinese hands?

"Who is the shaman helping Park Taejun?"

"Shamans and Taoist priests from the Triad-affiliated shaman faction that spans Hong Kong and mainland China. In particular, a Special Class shaman named Zhang Chen is the one who cast the killing curse on Kang Minah."

"Zhang Chen?"

Zhang Chen.

He was undoubtedly the same bastard who had cast the killing curse on Detective Nam Gyuho.

"Interesting."

I stubbed out my cigarette and let out a cold laugh.

In any case, since I had become a target, I had no intention of sitting back and taking the hits.

I needed real power.

"Time for a shower. You’re good at washing, right?"

"Leave it to me, my lord."

I took Minah with me into the bathroom.

I needed to evolve the virgin ghost into a White Spirit Ghost as quickly as possible.

# # #

After the fierce sex in the bathroom ended, I roughly wiped the sweat and fluids from Minah’s exhausted, unconscious body and laid her on the bed.

Her voluptuous naked figure lay defenseless across the pure white sheets.

A pair of large eyes slowly appeared on her stomach—the virgin ghost, watching my reaction.

'My lord… your spiritual power is truly remarkable. With your energy, it seems you will be able to heal Kang Minah’s wounds very quickly.'

"Enough with the flattery. Just stay quiet and gather your strength. I’ll feed you plenty of yang energy."

'Thank you, my lord!'

I threw on some pants and left the room.

I sank deep into the living room sofa and pulled out my smartphone.

It had already been a full day since I transferred the 180 million won worth of bitcoin that had been in my account.

Yet I had received no contact from those bastards.

"If they received the money, the least they could do is send proof of life."

I opened Caramel Talk and placed another video call using the ID ‘fuckingbitch.’

The ringtone stretched on for a long time.

Ding-ding-ding—!

The call finally connected and the screen lit up.

"Su… Suho… W-wait a second? Mom is currently broadcasting…"

My stepmother, Woo Minjung, appeared on screen wearing a gray silk robe over a lace lingerie set.

A butterfly-shaped mask covered half her face.

"Ah… BigHand1-nim! Thank you for the 1004 strawberries donation!!"

"I’ll take a quick phone call… Everyone, please don’t leave."

She stood up from her chair and moved to the bedroom so she could speak with me.

The moment she entered the bedroom, Woo Minjung removed her mask.

"Suho… thank you… I confirmed the 180 million won deposit."

"Mom… are you broadcasting right now?"

"Yes, I’m working… This is my shift…"

The Cambodian crime syndicate was far more horrific than I had imagined.

They had forced her to wear a mask that covered half her face and turned her into an adult cam streamer.

They were desperate to squeeze every last drop of money out of her.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened and someone entered.

"Ah… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

The screen went black along with Woo Minjung’s panicked voice, leaving only audio.

"Go back and keep streaming. A ten million won donation just came in and you’re leaving your seat? Are you crazy? You need to react to the donation!"

"I’m sorry… I’m sorry…"

It was that man’s voice.

Then came the sound of the door closing.

The sound of Woo Minjung leaving the bedroom.

And through the still-connected video call, the man’s voice came through clearly.

"How was my gift? You fucked Minah, right? Taking a virgin isn’t easy. Congratulations."

"How did you know?"

For a moment, I wondered if the man was Zhang Chen.

At the same time, I deliberately acted a little slow and clumsy.

There was no need to show my face, so I turned off the camera.

"Instead of bitcoin from now on, you know the adult streaming site ‘MyFan,’ right? Go to the channel ‘Lewd Butterfly’s Deviant Acts’ and send donations there. Got it? Use the ID ‘BigHand4.’ Once you’ve donated up to ten billion won, I’ll release your mom. Then you can have a mother-daughter threesome too."

"Why? Is bitcoin too volatile so you need cash now?"

"What?"

I cleared my throat and spoke slowly.

"Does Woo Minjung really have ten billion won worth of value? She’s not even my real mother. And you’ve already turned her into a complete cum rag… Who the hell would use her? I already regret sending that 180 million. It pisses me off."

The man’s rough breathing revealed his momentary panic.

Because what I said wasn’t wrong.

And at that moment, I became certain that he would never kill Woo Minjung.

She was the ultimate card to seduce Chairman Kang Rokgi, and they had already turned her into a Half-Human Half-Shikigami.

"You… you’re really going to kill my mom?"

"Yes. Go ahead and kill her. To be honest, I was already sick of the idea of splitting the inheritance. I have the much prettier Minah. What’s there to regret? That 180 million is such a waste. Enjoy your life, you son of a bitch!!!"

I shouted and ended the video call.

"Wow… that feels so fucking good."

His goal was to turn me into a Half-Human Half-Shikigami.

Since he now knew I had slept with Minah, if I pretended to lose my mind—

He would come to Korea himself to turn me into one.

Now the knife was in my hand.

By the way, ‘Lewd Butterfly’s Deviant Acts’?

I went to the MyFan site and created an account.

When I searched for ‘Lewd Butterfly’s Deviant Acts,’ a small channel with only twenty-five live viewers appeared.

"What the… Her ID is LewdButterfly?"

I had never watched a single streaming broadcast before.

And it was an adult stream, no less.

"Uh… Welcome! Welcome, KangSpectator-nim! Please hit the follow and favorite buttons! You’ll get a notification the moment the live broadcast starts…"

KangSpectator was my ID.

My stepmother smiled as she greeted each viewer by name as they entered.

Her gaze kept drifting somewhere off-camera.

There must have been a separate prompt.

Woo Minjung wore a butterfly mask, proudly pushing forward the exaggerated curves of her breasts that strained against the black lace lingerie set.

Her hair had been brushed up smoothly, and her lips were painted with vivid coral pink lipstick that contrasted sharply with her pale complexion.

Beneath the glamorous makeup, her pupils still trembled with the terror of a trapped animal.

"Hello, nice to meet you. Welcome…"

She glanced at the chat window, smiled at the camera, then looked back toward what was likely the prompt.

The real-time chat on the side of the screen was scrolling rapidly.

"I’m… LewdButterfly. Today is my first time… doing a broadcast like this."

She barely managed to stop her hands from drifting toward her chest as she read the lines from the prompt like a script.

But the trembling tone and the way her breathing kept catching proved that she had not written this script herself.

"I’ve been… so lonely lately. I don’t have anyone to talk to… so I decided to do this…"

Unable to continue, she lowered her head. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ The robe slipped, exposing one shoulder, and the chat window exploded with even more energy.

"…I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little nervous."

She forced a smile, lifted a hand to her forehead as if rubbing it, and secretly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Every small gesture proved that this ‘broadcast’ was not simple adult entertainment for her—it was a horrifying performance for survival.

Suddenly, a low and eerie voice drifted through the speaker from off-screen.

Woo Minjung’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

She started to shake her head but stopped, biting her lip hard.

"…Yes. I understand."

She stared directly into the camera as if gazing into the abyss and made her voice as gentle as possible.

"Among our… viewers today… I see someone using the nickname ‘BigHand1.’ Really… thank you so much. So…"

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and finished.

"…I wasn’t able to give a proper donation reaction earlier… Is there a specific reaction you would like?"

The chat window was instantly flooded with the nickname ‘BigHand1.’

He kept donating nonstop.

The user spammed massive amounts of strawberries in succession, instantly claiming the top donor spot.

"I… I can’t believe this much…"

Her voice grew small again.

As she read the chat converting strawberries into money, she seemed to instinctively understand the amount. Her eyes widened in pure terror.

This money wasn’t support.

It was the price of her body.

It was the measure of value she was forced to produce through this broadcast.

The voice from off-screen whispered again.

Woo Minjung tried to shake her head but stopped, looking at the chat and steeling herself as she stroked her chest.

"…Thank you… so much, BigHand1-nim."

Her words of gratitude were not sincere—they were terrified submission.

"But… since I’ve received such a huge donation… I suppose… I should do something special for you, right?"

A single line from BigHand1 appeared in the chat.

- Touch yourself. ^^… And then fuck yourself. *^^*

Silence.

Then the chat exploded.

Following the predetermined script, she slowly began to untie the belt of her robe.

Her fingers trembled so badly she could barely grip the string.

As the silk robe began to slide off her shoulders, she instinctively shrank into herself.

"I… I’m sorry. I’m still clumsy at this…"

The chat grew even more heated.

When the robe finally fell away, she was revealed wearing only the black lace lingerie.

The lace could not contain her abnormally enlarged breasts; most of the heavy flesh was blatantly exposed.

Her swollen nipples poked slightly through the gaps in the lace.

At that moment, Woo Minjung’s body convulsed.

The lace had brushed against her hypersensitive nipples.

She bit her lip to hold it in, but it was already too late.

Her ragged breathing had turned into a faint moan that flowed through the microphone.

"…Hngh…!"

Her face flushed red as she turned her head away, but the camera captured every inch of her body and every reaction without missing a beat.

The body created by drugs and three months of forced ‘education’ now reacted completely independently of her will.

"Is… is this… what you wanted…?"

Her voice, mixed with sobs and heavy breathing, sounded even more lewd.

She herself seemed shocked by the change in her tone, but the physical reaction had already crossed a point of no return.

The chat window began to explode.