Feels So Damn Refreshing to Crack Their Heads
Ever since stepping into the Common Sense Alteration House, my daily life had turned into a goddamn game. Change common sense, get a quest; clear the quest under the right conditions, claim the reward; use the reward to buy more altered common sense... and just like that, I'd ramped up the intimacy with Na-young step by step.
That was why I couldn't brush off the warning from the Trouble Cookie in the middle.
Affection gained from directly resolving a heroine's problem can be transferred to the Common Sense Alteration House.
To enable affection transfer, the heroine must clearly recognize that the manager resolved the problem.
To boost her affection, I had to solve the problem myself and make damn sure Na-young knew it was me. So I'd mobilized my connections and secured plenty of evidence to bury those bastards socially.
Now all I had to do was tell Na-young what happened and stop her from going on that show. Problem solved.
"Got something to say? What is it?"
She said as she hopped onto the counter. After sucking my dick yesterday, the way she looked at me had changed.
"I'd rather you didn't do that appearance next week."
"What?"
She probably never imagined I'd say that. Hell, up until yesterday, I'd offered to drive her there myself.
The live drinking show seemed harmless enough when I told her to go for it, but after hearing from Geon-woo hyung, it turned out those fuckers were more calculated than I thought. I figured blocking the road to the villa after they tailed her from the studio would be enough, but they could easily whisk her away without a trace.
'Can't risk playing hero and fucking it up.'
Skipping the shoot altogether cut off every possible scenario. I'd take some flak for breaking my promise, but she'd be out of those scumbags' reach. With the evidence out there, it was only a matter of time before they got buried. Just hide Na-young until the articles dropped and the prosecutors started sniffing around.
"Why can't I go? You said you'd drive me!"
Her face twisted. If I half-assed this, it wouldn't land.
"That channel's about to blow up big time. You know Siswatch reporter Park Geon-woo? He's prepping a story on it."
I laid it all out—everything I'd learned so far, minus that I'd sicced him on it. Drugging and raping women, Go Jeong-uk's involvement, filming and selling the videos... Na-young's face grew darker with every word.
"They've got videos of the rapes and audio interviews from victims too..."
"Play it. I wanna see."
Na-young as I knew her wouldn't back down. Flames were already shooting from her eyes, and I could practically see the black aura rising behind her—the telltale sign she was pissed.
One hour later—
"Arrrgh—!! You fucking dog-shit, cock-sucking... goddamn nutless wonders, I'll rip your balls out and chew 'em to paste, you insane cum-guzzling fuckheads—!!"
Creative curses I'd never heard from her poured out. Her enraged shouting and vicious profanity hurt my ears, but watching her heaving tits and sexy lingerie calmed me down.
"Now you get why I told you not to go, right?"
"Hah, hah... Those cock-sucking pricks, luring women in with promo gigs and turning 'em into this? Those worthless cum-crusted shits..."
"Cum-crusted? What's that even mean?"
"Anyway! I'm doing the shoot. Gotta see those fuckers' faces up close."
"You're still going after this? They might snatch you right under our noses."
"Don't worry. Just got a killer idea. You watch the live from nearby and burst in to save me like we planned."
She crossed her legs, smirking like a villainess. That evil grin said she was gonna bag a bunch.
"Spell it out. If it's just emotional bullshit without a plan, I'm nixing it."
"It's not emotional. I've got a plan."
Her fury-filled eyes had shifted to the cold gaze of a tactician.
Gangnam, some studio parking lot—
I'd scouted the place over the weekend, mapping every emergency exit and door connected to the studio. Other offices meant free access to the exits.
"I'll watch the live from the emergency exit, so stick to the plan."
"Got it. See ya later."
Na-young took a few deep breaths and got out. A guy with a camera emerged from the entrance linked to the lot—shooting staff. They greeted warmly and headed up. I waited in the car.
Rehearsal before the live, apparently. We'd signal via KakaoTalk: pretend to hit the bathroom before and during. 1 for all good, 2 for waiting at the exit, 3 for extraction, etc.
Before showtime, it was all 1s, 1s, 1s. Tablet fired up with Mutube, waiting for the broadcast.
"Hey everyone! Your favorite fun-drinking host Kim Hyun here. Ready for a round?"
That sleazy prickface kicked off the live. Just him and the panel on screen so far.
"We've got a surprise guest today that'll blow your minds..."
Shameless bastard, but smooth as hell. Handsome face, silky voice, solid gag timing. Plenty to rake in on Mutube—why the fuck risk this shit?
'Go Jeong-uk got dirt on him or something?'
Na-young appeared with her greeting, and Kim Hyun and the panel's faces were priceless. Not the "hot girl on!" excitement, but pure predatory lust, like staring at naked prey.
'Money's one thing, but this fucker gets off on it.'
Go Jeong-uk, Kim Hyun—birds of a feather. Na-young just happened to be the tasty lamb this time.
'Not today, assholes.'
Spotting the vibe heating up on screen, I headed for the emergency exit.
*
"Simple drinking game? You up for it? Black Knight's an option, but there's a penalty."
"No Black Knight needed. Got a question."
"About the game?"
"Nah. About you, Suljigi."
Na-young's sultry gaze melted Kim Hyun's face. A 2 pinged in KakaoTalk. Showtime.
"N-nice face you've got. Ask away. Oh, and single, haha."
The panel chuckled. Off-camera laughs too. Na-young smiled back—but hers was manic, promising chaos.
"Don't care about your girlfriend status. Why'd you do it?"
"Huh? What do you..."
Kim Hyun lagged a beat. Panel dude looked baffled too.
"Why drug and rape women you called for 'drunk talk'? Not the first time, right?"
Her mic-clear voice dripped rage. The bombshell stunned everyone silent.
"Wh-who the hell said that? Total bullshit..."
Na-young cut him off. Live could drop any second—she had to spill it all.
"I know everything! Lure 'em on, drug 'em, fuck 'em senseless, film it, blackmail, sell to pervs—that's your cash cow, you crazy fucking dog-shit pricks—!!"
Her roar turned the studio into hell. Live finally cut.
I rounded the corner, grabbed the exit handle—locked, as scouted. Jammed the crowbar from the car into the gap and heaved.
Crack! Handle ripped clean off, lock trashed.
Burst in: Na-young facing them down with a liquor bottle. No pushover, that girl.
"Come at me, you chew-toy fucks! I'll kill you all—!!"
They were fixated on her, but one near the door locked eyes with me. Spooked by my build, he yelled toward the table at Kim Hyun.
"Wh-what the? Hyun! That guy, that...!!"
My crowbar dropped two before Kim Hyun turned. Na-young swinging that bottle was bad enough; now a hulking dude with a pry bar closing in. His face went ghost-white, backing up pitifully.
"Argh! Sp-spare me...!!"
He bolted for the door, legs tangled, crashed. Na-young smashed his skull with the bottle.
Crunch! Crisp hit; he flopped grotesquely, eyes rolled back, drool pooling. Out cold for a while.
One fled, but as an accomplice, no calling cops. Probably bolting to the villa or a hideout.
"Feels that good?"
"Hell yeah. Smashing those prick heads? Pure fucking bliss."
She flashed a V-sign, grinning wide. Snapped a souvenir pic.
*
She wanted to wash up, so I headed to the lot first, fired up the car. Na-young had trashed the place to expose their depravity; I'd stormed in on her SOS for life-saving backup. Alibi solid.
Then a message floated in mid-air.
Special perk updated. Please check before proceeding with quests.
Store alert: new common sense registered. Perfect timing—I'd been planning to take her home and get my dick sucked anyway.
Opened the status window to check the new entry.
'Kuhahaha, finally gonna 69 with Na-young at the same time!'
