High School Reunion
When a bully flies off the handle, their first instinct is always a punch. Looks like this asshole still hasn't kicked that habit, even after landing a big corp job. No wonder our country's biggest issue is the lack of personality tests—it's shit like this that proves it.
They hire these personality-deficient pricks because "as long as they do the job well, the damage is whatever~" with that mindset. You think anyone polishes their character knowing male bosses will just trash them anyway if their specs are good enough? It's the same everywhere, not just here. Stack up enough specs, and you're golden.
"Sigh, their personalities are just... ugh."
But beating them up is the basic option once you've picked 'em out. I'm racking my brain for a more innovative way to drill it into them before they even join the company.
"Like last time, just between us guys? ...Ugh, just thinking about it makes me wanna puke."
To be honest, it's super effective, and I'm damn proud of that. But the critical damage it inflicts on my mental state is the problem. Fuck it, I'll just beat the shit out of him first and see.
Target Designation has been activated.
"Target Designation. This trash bastard—only his body."
Honestly, I doubt I could win in a straight-up fight. But why the hell would I need to? With a power like this, isn't it obvious you use it? Cowardly? Life's always been unfair like that. You throw everything you've got at 'em—who fights while going easy on the opponent based on pity?
"What the...?"
"What do you think? You're fucked."
"What? You little shit. I don't know how you dodged, but... huh?"
He grimaced and swung his fist again, no doubt. But as if that'd work.
"Why? Not hitting me? Go on, try it."
"Like back in school—you were good at that shit, right? Do it."
Han Siun had been a notorious delinquent since school days. I don't know if his parents were loaded, but he always rocked designer gear and stole kids' money. Still, the homeroom teacher loved him for his grades, and there was zero evidence of violence in his record.
But habits ingrained in your body like that? You can't just shake 'em off.
"A bully who beat kids up gets into a big corp. Guess they skip personality tests there."
School violence victims rarely speak up after the fact. That's why even celebrities get exposed as perps later—this is why so many fly under the radar.
"What, you still pulling this shit?"
"When'd you join the company?"
"What? Why the fuck do you care?!"
Yeah, no way he'd tell me. Doesn't matter anyway.
"Fine, don't tell me. I'll make sure you spend the next six months in bed."
"What the hell...? You crazy fuck..."
Thud! First, a solid hit to the gut.
"Guhk...! You bastard, what the fuck are you doing?!"
When rage takes over the brain, people lose sight of their surroundings. That's how it goes.
"You think I'll let this slide? I'll sue your ass and make you rot in jail, you fucking prick!"
Spouting nonsense like that proves it.
"Curious how you'll sue from jail."
I flash a grin. Either way, once time resumes, no evidence remains. No one will suspect I laid him out. They might think it, but in that split second? Plus, CCTV won't catch shit.
"Go ahead. I could use the vacation in jail to get healthy."
Whoosh—thud! Thud! I sweep his leg into his thigh, then punch his solar plexus.
"Gaaah! Guh... ack...!"
His agonized groans echo satisfyingly. I should let all his past victims hear this. Violence can't be justified, sure—but isn't this self-defense? He swung first, he's a school bully, and hell, I got bullied too—not to his level, but still.
"Oh yeah, the victim had a girlfriend back then."
Lee Yujin, acting all innocent like she wasn't involved. She owes me too.
"Hm, she's probably been passed around like a rag, so her pussy's probably loose as hell now, huh?"
I drag Lee Yujin over and shove her in front of Han Siun.
"W-what? Hey, Yujin! Snap out of it!"
"Yeah, she can't hear you, retard."
"What the fuck are you doing, you dog?!"
"Huh? Weren't you two broken up? You still into her?"
I strip off her flimsy blouse, and Han Siun freaks out, screaming.
"You fucking prick, don't touch Yujin!"
"Spot on—you still like her. Wow~ Our tough guy delinquent's a hopeless romantic deep down."
I snicker mockingly. Ah, this is gold. Raping his ex right in front of his heartbroken ex!
"Tits are fucking tiny. Body's meh too. What'd you even see in her? Pretty face?"
Unlike her slim school days, she's got some meat on her now—not that it's amazing, but not trash either. Compared to Yoonah or whatever...