Si-yoon's Butler?
Si-yoon's Butler?
Early morning at school. I was sitting alone playing a mobile game when Han Seok-hyeon showed up earlier than usual.
He spotted me.
He walked over and placed two photographs on my desk.
Then he put a hand on my shoulder, smirked darkly, and sat down at his own seat.
The photos showed a pair of hands that had been thoroughly destroyed.
'This bastard really has no sense of self-preservation.'
I smiled at the thought, but when I looked closer, the size and shape of the hands were completely different from the female student I remembered.
Probably meant to mess with me, but I didn't care.
So I put on an awkward smile and decided to play along.
"So, Do-gyun, was it? The boy who sat here?"
"He's in our workroom... but don't we have a lot more to talk about?"
Han Seok-hyeon suddenly sat down and patted his own lap.
What, was I supposed to sit there?
When I naturally shifted my gaze back to the photos, his face soured like he'd just bitten into shit.
"What are you playing at?"
"I'm satisfied with this too, but let's be thorough about our deal. Let me see Do-gyun for myself."
Han Seok-hyeon laced his fingers together, rested his chin on them, and grimaced.
"No matter how much I think about it... ha... pulling someone's teeth? Unbelievable. Do-gyun's tied up in our hideout. You want to do the pulling yourself?"
Han Seok-hyeon was saying things I hadn't planned for...
I didn't know if the boy named Do-gyun was really tied up, but honestly, even if he wasn't, I didn't care...
Getting into their hideout without putting up with any more of this annoying bullshit wasn't a bad outcome.
No, it was actually better.
I'd been planning to take out everyone in that hideout anyway, so it made no difference.
But I couldn't risk messing this up. I put on the most uneasy expression I could manage and laughed awkwardly.
"Today...?"
Han Seok-hyeon checked my face and nodded.
"Lucky for you... I've got no schedule today. This should be fun..."
"Is thaaat so?"
Han Seok-hyeon smirked darkly, as if he had some scheme in mind.
During break, I told Da-yeon to go home first.
She looked curious about what was going on, but with exams coming up soon, Da-yeon nodded and headed home first to study.
And I followed Han Seok-hyeon.
Before I knew it, the old man, Kang Jong-hyeon, was following me, and Han Seok-hyeon was watching him.
"Ah, he's my bodyguard, don't worry... he's not the type to tell anyone anyway."
After confirming the white-haired Jong-hyeon, Han Seok-hyeon snorted and climbed into the car he'd brought.
Before getting out of the car, I changed into the black loafers that were in the vehicle.
The white shoes Dad gave me would be a pain to clean if they got stained.
A short while later, we got out of the car and followed Han Seok-hyeon's lead into an alleyway.
"Follow me."
We followed Han Seok-hyeon down into a basement, where roughly ten big guys were lined up in the hallway and greeted him.
""Welcome, young master!""
So there was a reason he walked around with his shoulders puffed out.
The bloodstains caked onto the floor and walls, impossible to scrub away, gave the place a certain atmosphere.
Countless eyes watched me, all wearing dark smiles...
Just then, Kang Jong-hyeon shot me a look asking for permission, and without a second thought, I nodded as if to say, do whatever you want.
And in the blink of an eye, a sudden phut sounded.
Nobody here except me and Jong-hyeon perceived it.
Then a string of phut-phut sounds followed...
He favored subsonic rounds, so all I heard was the distinctive phut-phut of bullets leaving the suppressor.
He favored subsonic rounds, so all you heard was the distinctive phut-phut of bullets at the suppressor's muzzle.
'Wow... he seriously doesn't hesitate at all.'
Kang Jong-hyeon reloaded quickly, then grabbed Han Seok-hyeon by the hair and kept firing.
"Whh...!"
Before the big guys could even open their mouths, Kang Jong-hyeon's bullets were lodged identically between their brows.
Phut... phut-phut... phut...
I was pretty taken aback myself, so how must Han Seok-hyeon have felt, watching it all from the front row?
Kang Jong-hyeon pulled the trigger far more readily than I'd imagined.
Twelve bodies, still warm...
We stepped past them and entered a deeper room.
And there, tied up and perfectly intact, was Kim Do-gyun.
Phut... phut...
The two men who'd been chatting and laughing just moments ago now had holes blown through their heads and collapsed backward.
Kang Jong-hyeon was about to shoot Kim Do-gyun too, so I stopped him.
Do-gyun, tied up, suddenly panicked at the killing and started screaming.
"What!! What the hell!!! S...save me...!"
They'd done a damn good job tying him to that chair, even now.
I still remembered Kim Do-gyun's words and actions as vividly as if they'd happened a second ago.
Which was why I pulled my hand out of my pocket without the slightest hesitation.
The gift Oh Tae-hyeon had given me, one I was extremely fond of.
I smiled as I slipped the pink-gold knuckles onto my fingers.
Han Seok-hyeon's pupils shook when he saw the knuckles, and Kim Do-gyun looked horrified.
I drove the knuckles straight into Kim Do-gyun's face.
Craaack!
His cheekbone fractured on impact, and the claw-like pointed edges drew blood.
"Aaaaaargh!!!! Aaaagh!!!"
Kim Do-gyun thrashed, but whoever had tied him up had done such an excellent job he couldn't break free.
I grabbed Kim Do-gyun by the hair and slammed his head down again.
Crunch!
"Ghhhuuugh...!!!"
The dizzying agony was so intense he couldn't even fully register it. His muscles seized up, and Do-gyun convulsed in his restraints.
Han Seok-hyeon met my eyes and panicked, trying to bolt.
Kang Jong-hyeon pressed the suppressor of his pistol against the back of Han Seok-hyeon's head.
"Hey, where do you think you're going? Sit down right here."
Do-gyun had reached a state of near-death.
I picked up the nippers lying on the floor and put them inside Do-gyun's mouth.
"You ordered it done. Even if you skip the process, you ought to watch the results, don't you think?"
When Kang Jong-hyeon pushed Han Seok-hyeon's head with the pistol, Han Seok-hyeon, trembling violently, looked at me.
I grabbed Kim Do-gyun by the hair and pulled out one of his teeth with ease.
I looked at Han Seok-hyeon and smirked darkly. He looked ready to faint on the spot.
"What's the matter? Your brother loved this stuff too, you know."
Covered in blood, I picked up the freshly pulled tooth, still attached to living tissue, with the nippers and walked toward Han Seok-hyeon.
"I didn't plan to go this far either... and... weren't you guys planning to fuck me over too when you called me here?"
Han Seok-hyeon tried to pull back from the look in my eyes, but Kang Jong-hyeon once again pressed the muzzle against the back of his skull.
"Why...? Are you scared of me?"
"I... I'm sorry..."
"I've shown you how. You do the rest."
When I handed him the nippers, Han Seok-hyeon took them with trembling hands, his pupils shuddering violently.
"P...please..."
I looked at Kang Jong-hyeon and laughed.
"Jong-hyeon?"
Jong-hyeon, acting like nothing I'd just done was out of the ordinary, showed zero reaction.
He always exceeded expectations.
"Yes, you called?"
"If he can't finish what I told him to in fifteen minutes, just shoot him... and buy me another uniform in the exact same size as this one."
"It's already prepared in the trunk."
"Oh? As expected..."
Jong-hyeon's preparedness was top-tier.
I walked naturally into the shower room I'd spotted on the way in.
As I was undressing and washing up, Jong-hyeon's voice came from outside.
"I'll leave the clothes here. What should I do with Han Seok-hyeon...?"
"Don't kill him. Handle it as you see fit."
"Understood..."
Kang Jong-hyeon looked at Han Seok-hyeon, who was trembling and slumped on the floor, and spoke quietly.
"I will give you two choices..."
"Y... yes... I'll... I'll do anything..."
"First, pull out two of your own teeth and become her dog."
"Second, since doing it yourself is too hard, you end up like your friend here..."
To cut down Han Seok-hyeon's deliberation time, Kang Jong-hyeon grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head back, and held up the blood-soaked nippers.
Then, face smeared with tears, Han Seok-hyeon spoke.
"Hic... I'll... I'll do it myself..."
And so the room filled with nothing but Han Seok-hyeon's groans.
Jong-hyeon had even prepared stockings, socks, and underwear in the carrier... the more I thought about it, the more I liked him.
There was even shampoo, so I washed up thoroughly and cleaned my blood-soaked knuckles.
And the screams drifting in...
I got curious about what Kang Jong-hyeon was doing.
So I got dressed quickly, from underwear to shirt and skirt.
Looking in the mirror, except for my wet hair, I looked no different from when I'd arrived.
I'd changed into a fresh white dress shirt, so now I had to be careful not to get anything on it.
When I returned to the room, I saw Han Seok-hyeon trembling violently as he tried to pull his own teeth.
As expected, Han Seok-hyeon couldn't do it. Still, he seemed to have tried; his mouth was full of blood.
"Hurry up. My clothes can't get dirty. Jong-hyeon, if he doesn't resolve this in ten minutes, just shoot him."
"Yes."
The moment Kang Jong-hyeon's muzzle pointed at him, Han Seok-hyeon put strength into his arm and pulled his own tooth.
Han Seok-hyeon couldn't even scream, only writhe in pain.
I smiled at Han Seok-hyeon, who with unfocused eyes was drooling a sticky mix of blood and saliva onto his pants.
"I look forward to working with you from now on."
I looked at Kang Jong-hyeon as Han Seok-hyeon nodded slowly.
"Take care of the cleanup too~"
"Understood."
I left Kang Jong-hyeon, who was starting to mull something over, and sat in the back seat of the car we'd arrived in, checking my phone.
"♬~"
I was humming to myself, feeling strangely refreshed, and had just opened up Neotube when a few bodyguards from Team 7 spotted me and waved cheerfully before heading into the alley I'd come out of.
I was lying across the seat looking at my phone when Kang Jong-hyeon got into the driver's seat a short while later.
"Please sit properly. Anyone outside can see your underwear."
I corrected my posture, and Kang Jong-hyeon drove the car toward our house.
I punched in the door code and went inside.
"Dad, I'm home!"
Dad was sitting on the sofa holding Alpha and glanced over at me.
"You're back? What did you talk about with Jong-hyeon?"
I'd told Dad I was going to have a long talk with Kang Jong-hyeon separately.
"Mm, how should I put it... a knight's oath?"
"...?"
"Just, he said he'd protect me no matter what happens."
"He kind of scares me, to be honest."
"Really? He totally treats me like his own daughter. Always fretting and worrying that I'll get hurt over every little thing."
"Well... his circumstances are... a bit heartbreaking, I guess..."
I changed the channel on the TV Dad was watching.
"Did you have fun running around this time?"
"Yeah, it was tough but everyone took good care of me. Their stamina really is incredible."
"That's because you're lacking, Dad."
"Ahaha."
Dad laughed while watching TV.
"I'm hungry."
"Yeah? You didn't eat?"
"A little bread at the café?"
"Go wash up and change~ I'll make you food."
"Okay."
Dad started cooking while humming to himself, and watching him like that...
A sense of guilt about my double life began creeping in.
While eating, I watched Dad pet Alpha and ignore Beta.
"Why aren't you petting Beta?"
"Because he's too nice?"
"...?"
"I saw at the cat café that you're supposed to get a cat punch as a reward~ but Beta doesn't do that."
So he liked getting hit by Alpha... huh...
I learned a little more about Dad's tastes.
The next day, as was only natural, Kim Do-gyun didn't show up at school.
More than anything, with all the brats around me gone, the classroom was quiet.
I was laughing while watching a variety show Dad was on.
"Ahaha."
Then someone behind me dropped their arm onto my head.
Only one person would do this: Park Ji-hoon.
"What happened yesterday?"
I could practically feel the ears of all thirty people in the classroom pricking up.
"Ah, I almost got locked up somewhere. Jong-hyeon saved me."
"Yeah? So that's what it was..."
Ji-hoon sat down naturally at Han Seok-hyeon's seat and laced his fingers behind his head.
"Soon as I'm back, you go and have all the fun alone? I'm a little hurt."
"Why? Why does this shit only happen to me?"
"Bullshit? You love it."
"...?"
"Ah, sorry~ anyway, snack bar at lunch?"
"You're broke."
"Nooope. Got my paycheck from HSW, so I'm loaded."
I gave Ji-hoon, who thought he had money in his pocket, a dose of reality.
"That's not yours, is it? It's your mom's."
"........"