Let's Ruin It Properly
"Siswatch reporter Park Geon-woo—you saved him, right? Even with that nasty gash on your shoulder, you didn't run."
"There was nowhere to run in that tight parking lot."
"You grabbed that psycho who charged at Ara with acid at the fan meet. Scar's still there, isn't it?"
"Ara paid for the surgery to remove it. It's clean now."
I rolled up my sleeve to show her, and her eyes went wide.
"Ji-hoon, you've got real battle muscle. So firm... looks amazing."
"Played soccer through high school. Did a ton of day labor gigs before joining the company."
She couldn't tear her eyes off my forearm. Looked like she was licking her lips—was that my imagination?
"That shooting car accident on Yeongjongdo—you ripped the door right off. If it weren't for you, the people trapped inside might've died."
"I brought tools and did it with the staff. How could I yank off a car door by myself?"
"You pried it open without even realizing your finger was broken. No one worked as hard as you did."
And yet, one lighting staffer got seriously hurt and spent a full year in rehab.
"There was a time I thought you were the kind of guy who attracted accidents."
"If I had that power, I wouldn't be here..."
I'd given up sports due to injury, stumbled into college not knowing what to do, and wandered aimlessly when Grandpa said something similar.
"Ji-hoon, your fortune's heavy on the affliction industry."
"Affliction industry?"
"Yeah. Means you're prone to accidents."
"Isn't that bad?"
I'd been hurt bad enough to quit sports—if accidents kept dogging me, my life was truly fucked.
"Lots of accidents is bad, sure. But it also means you're born with the talent to resolve them. That's why you're good with your body and stay calmer than others in crises."
Hearing Grandpa, it kinda made sense. I'd always been handy with physical stuff since I was a kid, and yeah, I stayed level-headed in bad spots.
"Save others, and it'll wash away your bad luck just as much. Even if it's someone you don't know—help if you can, don't just walk by. That's the path for you. Don't forget."
Grandpa was right. In college, job hunting, at the company—whenever I saw someone in trouble, I rushed in first. That's how I earned recognition and connections way above my pay grade as a road manager.
'Was Grandpa playing the long game even back then? The wish too.'
Suddenly hit me—I didn't know much about Grandpa after all. Not a ritzy neighborhood, but that big house, even a caretaker. Where'd the money come from?
｢...Heard he was the top dog around here....｣
Grandpa said that in the dream. He made a wish to King Yeomra. To beg a favor from the ruler of the underworld? No ordinary guy.
I'd figured he retired from public service, spent his later years quietly in the countryside, and passed peacefully. But was there more I didn't know?
"Our Ji-hoon looks deep in thought. What're you pondering?"
Ah. Lost in Grandpa thoughts, forgot this was the CEO's office. CEO Min was grinning at me, that ripe woman's sticky gaze loaded right in.
'Fuck, the imbalance is hot as hell.'
She looks younger than Na-young, but that look, the smile, the voice—pure seductive married woman.
'Snap out of it, Kang Ji-hoon. She's married royalty.'
Her family was loaded, but her husband's side was no joke either. One wrong word, and you'd vanish without a trace. Not something my fortune or common sense alteration could fix.
"If you'd just gotten tangled in accidents, I'd have let you go first. Superstitious or not, from a CEO's view, that's awkward staff."
Makes sense. I'd have fired ominous employees myself.
"But you were different. Even when shit hit the fan, it always ended well. And people gathered around you. Especially women."
"Think you've got the wrong idea. They just liked how I helped with work and was easy to deal with—not like they were into me."
Yemina-i said the same. Otherwise, my wishes wouldn't all be sex-related so far.
"So dense. Though that's part of your charm."
She crossed her legs the other way. Even original sin bitches wouldn't turn her on like that.
"Even in evaluations. There's staff who don't know you well, but none who badmouth you. If you just caused chaos, you wouldn't get those reviews."
"Thanks for seeing me that way."
"So don't go. Don't wanna lose good staff, and personally... I wanna know more about you."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"W-well, tell me what you're curious about..."
"Guess I'll find out from now on. Plenty of ways without you telling me."
Her curving eyes and flushed cheeks dripped sex appeal. The seductive vibe had me averting my gaze quick.
"Think we've covered everything... You can stick around if you want, but come up when needed. Gotta do it once Yu-ra's back."
Told Manager Seo and the team I quit. Even if CEO decided, too much favoritism.
Seemed like I had to vanish before Yu-ra returned, so I jumped into handover.
But time explaining my resignation everywhere outlasted desk work. Confirmed my nosiness wasn't wasted—felt pretty proud.
'Ara and Biju'll be bummed.'
Prominence was on Japan tour now. Had Ara's personal number but didn't call. Didn't wanna distract during big schedule.
*****
Three days later, met Geon-woo hyung near Siswatch office. Our usual beer joint.
"From the footage, that fucker's definitely back in Korea. Grand Hotel suite."
"You ID that from just the screen?"
"Pick up the trade, you learn. Scum like that have obvious spots for women."
He chugged beer, cracked chicken feet.
"Dug into that channel like you said—it's mostly average folks now. They film afterparty with staff for behind-the-scenes..."
Contacted a few guests; all dodged Geon-woo hyung. Some no-name YouTubers and streamers quit after appearing.
"Even if victims speak, it's Buddha's palm. Sent my guys digging—one cracked. Said they got gangbanged."
Ah.
"Drug 'em asleep, drag 'em off. Blackmail with footage to shut 'em up. Scum playbook."
Call logs showed Go Jeong-uk starting, Kim Hyun and crew piling on. Photos or vids for leverage. Channel crew all in on it.
"Tracked where they take 'em. Go Jeong-uk's loaded—still owns three villas."
"All that in three days?"
"Would've taken longer, but spent some cash. Gotta wrap by weekend, right?"
"Thanks, hyung. Even your money. Pay you when done. Hired help?"
"Nah, what money from you."
Grinned, downed more beer.
"Heard a girl you know's appearing. What now? Block her?"
"Yeah. One more favor, hyung. Beyond Go Jeong-uk and Kim Hyun banging women—what else they up to? Like investigating."
"Already got my guys on it. Feels like big scoop. Like when Go Jeong-uk's drug bust."
Geon-woo hyung's eyes burned. Spotted juicy exclusive prey—ain't sitting still.
'Victim stories ain't enough.'
To make Na-young give up, needed proof. Hard evidence showing what happens if you go on.
"I'll push till Friday—talk to your friend."
"Got it."
*****
Felt like tell Na-young about the leave, so called.
"Fucking unbelievable. Quitting to guard the house? You sane?"
"Told you, long vacation. Not guarding—guest house! Grandpa's request."
Couldn't spill truth, bullshitted.
"Three years were rough. Was gonna quit anyway, company held on. Taking break running guest house."
"Will weird when you said Grandpa's will... You had it hard. Shoulda told your noona."
"Worry about yourself. What good talking to an unemployed bum."
"Fuck, said I'm not unemployed how many times! Watch my channel, you'd know..."
"Whatever—come before Friday. Got stuff to say."
If Geon-woo hyung finds evidence, use it to convince her.
"Oh? When you coming."
"Anytime. Be there evenings."
"Okay. Heading down today."
Hung up, message floated in air.
Perk updated. Check before proceeding with quests.
Na-young summoned, perk updated right away. New common sense for points, for sure. Wondering which part this time, opened status window expectantly.
"Kuhahaha! Pussy—it's here!!"
Couldn't help yelling in triumph. Pictured Na-young in the bathroom, me devouring her pussy, her hot breaths spilling out.
