The Protagonist Is Indeed the Protagonist
After finishing my shopping spree at the Dark Merchant's secret market, I headed straight back to Han Yugyeong's house. Since there had been no contact yet, it seemed she was still deep in her meeting. First, I placed the Juangua inside the refrigerator. With the weather getting hotter, it could spoil, so it was better to keep it chilled.
I'd worked a mission on this summer night and visited the black market, so I was a bit sweaty. I decided to shower first. The cool water washed away the sweat and cooled my heated body. While showering, I thought about how this whole situation would unfold.
Dixon had fired wildly at the main gate of Base Technology, so the police must have swarmed the place. I wondered if they had found Park Sangbeom's corpse yet. He hadn't made it far from the gate before Nero's claws ripped him apart, so they probably had. No matter how incompetent the police were, they would at least search the surrounding area.
Suddenly, my senses picked up the feeling of something exploding in the distance. It seemed to be within one or two kilometers... quite close.
"A bomb terror attack?"
I quickly finished my shower, dried off, and turned on the TV. With an explosion that loud and the ground shaking like that, the news would definitely run it as breaking news.
They must have turned on the broadcast right after the explosion, because the station only knew the location and nothing more. It really was only one or two kilometers away—much closer than I thought.
Oh! Now they were covering what we had done. The TV screen showed the main gate of Base Technology, soaked in bloodstains. From the footage, it looked like more than twenty people had been gunned down by Dixon in an instant; the blood still hadn't dried.
The police rushed to the scene, but the only traces of the shooting were these bloodstains. Next to the blood was also an unidentified corpse that appeared to have been mauled by a wild beast. They are currently investigating any possible connection.
An unidentified corpse... It had to be Park Sangbeom. We had taken his phone and wallet, but his fingerprints remained, so his identity should have been discovered quickly. Maybe because he was the son of a major conglomerate, they were broadcasting it as "unidentified" for now.
"I wonder how Park Ilsu will act now that he's lost his son."
I muttered to myself and turned off the TV. Park Sangbeom was an only child. Naturally, Park Ilsu had doted on him terribly. I was curious who he would direct his rage toward once he learned his son was dead. Since neither I, Han Yugyeong, nor Vanguard had left any evidence, he would have no target for his anger. Would he end up dying from stress-induced illness?
If only I had fabricated a little evidence pointing to Park Ilman—the one currently fighting for the BS Group succession—it would have been perfect incitement. I felt a pang of regret now that I thought of it too late.
Beep-beep-beep-beep!
While I was feeling that regret, the sound of the passcode being entered came from the front door, and Han Yugyeong walked in. She looked quite exhausted, so I hugged her and said, "You worked hard."
"Not really, but I am tired."
I sat the weary Han Yugyeong down on the sofa, massaged her shoulders, and spoke.
"Miss, would you care for a massage?"
"Ah, ah...! That sounds perfect."
For a moment I immersed myself in the role of a masseur, kneading her stiff shoulders. Han Yugyeong closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch. As expected, she loved roleplay. The moment I became the masseur, she instantly slipped into the role of the customer.
While massaging her, something occurred to me, so I asked Han Yugyeong a question.
"Oh, right. Vanguard wasn't affected by that explosion earlier, was it?"
"Of course not. Why would we be hurt by something we did ourselves?"
What? The explosion on the news was something Han Yugyeong had done? I was stunned for a second, then asked her what had happened because I was curious.
"Care to explain?"
"I thought about it and realized the small bomb we obtained was a prototype made by BS Defender. So I figured if we detonated it at the address Park Sangbeom's secretary mentioned, it could split the BS Group apart. So I just did it. Hehe."
As expected, the protagonist was indeed the protagonist. A glimpse of the side of her that users called a psychopath had shown itself. The fact that such a beautiful face could come up with such a scheme somehow made her look even sexier.
"If it succeeds, the BS Group will split right down the middle."
"Yeah, that's what's going to happen."
Han Yugyeong answered like a prophet. With an Intelligence stat of 16, could she see the future? Or was she simply determined to force it to happen no matter what?
"Your shoulders should be fine now. Is there anywhere else that's uncomfortable?"
When I patted her shoulders and asked, Han Yugyeong's face flushed red as she parted her crimson lips.
"A little... lower down feels tight. It would be nice if the masseur could loosen it up for me."
"Understood. Here?"
At Han Yugyeong's lewd request, I grabbed her breast and asked.
"Kyaa♥ Nooo...! Lower. Even lower."
Even lower... As my hand slowly slid downward, Han Yugyeong grabbed my wrist. She asked me to massage even lower, so why was she stopping me?
"Miss?"
"It doesn't seem like your hands will be enough. I think I'll only feel refreshed if the masseur uses that long, thick massage rod of his to give me a deep, thorough massage."
When I looked at her with puzzled eyes, Han Yugyeong answered. It seemed she wanted to get straight to the main event.
"That service costs extra. Are you sure that's alright?"
"I'll pay whatever the fee is. So hurry...!"
At Han Yugyeong's cute and lewd urging, I took off the comfortable pants I'd put on after my shower, then slipped off my underwear as well. With one hand, I lifted my erect cock—veins bulging prominently—and held it in front of her eyes.
"Is this the massage rod the lady requested?"
"Yes, yes! That's it! Please, use this to massage deep inside me♥"
For a moment, I thought I saw heart marks in Han Yugyeong's eyes, but it must have been my imagination. Like a trainer taming a puppy, I held out my index finger to Han Yugyeong as she lunged toward my cock and made a "Shh!" sound.
"Understood. But to receive a proper massage, you need to remove your underwear and spread your legs."
"Aaah♥ Got it."
At my words, Han Yugyeong slowly began to undress. It was a shame to take off the career woman outfit I'd wanted to see her in, but I could always ask her to wear it again later.
Before long, Han Yugyeong was completely naked, sitting on the sofa with her legs spread. I lowered my waist between her thighs and rubbed my glans against her pussy. Her already soaking wet love juices coated my tip, making it glisten.
"Haaang!"
"I was wondering where the massage oil went. So you had already applied plenty here, Miss."
"Yes... I applied so much in advance... Ngh! So please massage me as much as you want♥"
At this rate, we were both going to get acting skills. I chuckled to myself and slid my thick, long massage rod into Han Yugyeong's pussy.
"Kyaaanght!!"
The moment I inserted it, Han Yugyeong's eyes rolled back and she cried out in ecstasy. Seeing the customer enjoy herself so much, I felt I had to work even harder as her masseur. After all, we still had a long night ahead of us.
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While Jin Yongtae was busy giving Han Yugyeong a "massage," a man was wailing inside a hospital room. He was a middle-aged man with neatly combed-back gray hair and a cold, sharp face behind his glasses. But right now, he was simply a father endlessly shedding tears while clutching the corpse of his son.
"Sangbeom! My Sangbeom...!"
The man's name was Park Ilsu. People had envied him as the successor to the BS Group, but at this moment he was nothing more than a grieving father holding the body of his son, Park Sangbeom, who had been torn apart by a beast's claws and fangs.
Even as he wailed, Park Ilsu couldn't understand it. There had been gunfire, so the police had rushed in, yet there were no other bodies—only his son's corpse lying in the bushes nearby. And on his son's body, there wasn't a single bullet wound, let alone any bullets. The only marks were what looked like claw wounds from an animal...
How could something like this happen in a unified Korea in the year 2053? Park Ilsu was utterly confused by his son's incomprehensible death. On top of that, an explosion terror attack had occurred at the building he had prepared for his son, adding even more chaos to the situation.
"Chairman Park...!"
A doctor entered and spoke to Park Ilsu. This doctor was an outstanding surgeon and forensic pathologist, a famous physician frequently commissioned by the police. He had been examining the marks on Park Sangbeom's body until now and had come to deliver his findings.
"Y-yes. What kind of animal killed my son Sangbeom?"
"It's a bit strange. Beast claws usually carry a lot of bacteria, so analyzing specific strains can identify the animal. But there were no such bacteria present. The shape of the claw marks clearly belongs to a leopard, yet judging by the size of the wounds, it must have been an extraordinarily large one. Almost twice the size of a normal leopard."
"So what's your conclusion!?"
Unable to follow the doctor's confusing explanation, Park Ilsu shouted. He couldn't understand what the doctor was trying to say.
"It's only a possibility, but these claw marks could have been artificially created. The absence of bite marks is also suspicious."
The doctor stated his opinion, bowed his head, offered his condolences, and left the room. Park Ilsu mulled over the doctor's words, lost in thought. Not long after the doctor left, Park Ilsu's phone rang. It was the secretary he had sent to investigate the explosion site.
"Go on."
The moment he heard his secretary's report, the current situation snapped together in Park Ilsu's mind. An artificially created leopard-claw-shaped weapon and a prototype bomb from BS Defender found at the explosion site—something that had never been released to the market...
BS Defender was the company run by Park Youngbeom, the son of his older brother, Park Ilman. Not only was it the manufacturer of the small prototype bomb, it was also a company that produced various weapons, meaning it certainly had the technology to create a leopard-claw-shaped weapon.
"So this is how you choose to start a war, brother...!"
Park Ilsu ground his teeth so hard it sounded like they might shatter.
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The leftover memes I made today
Clothed versions
I'll only upload one of the nude version because it needs a censorship sticker lol