Flaunting My Amazing Bond with Auntie Min-jung to That Pathetic Cuck Park Do-chul [Time for Revenge][2]

"Lately I've been trying to apply alchemy magic to communication devices a lot, you know?"

After they settled on the plan to mentally terrorize Park Do-chul, Park A-young laid out the finer details for Geum Tae-yang.

"And it turns out I can install certain system-type abilities onto a phone almost like downloading an app."

"Of course, it doesn't look like I can make it stick permanently just yet."

Park A-young had been testing her alchemy magic across every field she could think of, hunting for the most efficient applications at her current level. What she discovered went far beyond simply reshaping tools or machines—she could slap buffs and debuffs onto programs themselves.

"Whoa! That's fucking awesome!"

Geum Tae-yang let out a genuine whistle of admiration. Park A-young, dopamine junkie that she was, loved springing surprise reveals. Unless Tae-yang asked first, she never volunteered whatever project currently had her full attention. That habit had only gotten worse after she unlocked alchemy magic.

"You saw how I revived the dead CCTV feeds around the city center, right? That was my alchemy magic app too."

"Holy shit—those cameras were actually dead before?!"

Tae-yang's eyes went wide at his little wife's ridiculous talent. A-young then casually mentioned that the intel package she'd handed him for the city-access project had also been one of her alchemy magic creations. She looked thoroughly pleased with herself. That exact rush of catharsis was why she kept everything under wraps until the perfect moment.

"The alchemy magic app we're using on Park Do-chul this time is built on the same principle. Unless he swapped out the receiver, we'll slip right in and puppet him like a zombie PC."

The cutting-edge tech she'd polished under ironclad secrecy was now locked and loaded for Operation Fuck With Park Do-chul.

What the fuck??? That's Geum Tae-yang! Why the hell is that bastard's face suddenly on my phone screen?!

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

In the end, Geum Tae-yang and Park A-young breached Park Do-chul's secured phone. From Do-chul's side, Tae-yang's face simply appeared out of nowhere. Panic flooding his features, he frantically jabbed at the screen as if he could swipe the image away.

Fucking hell, that disgusting mug!! You piece-of-shit bastard!!!

Thud-thud! Thud-thud! Thud-thud! Thud-thud!

Do-chul's eyes shook; his face flushed crimson. His heart hammered like a wild animal. At the root of it all, Park Do-chul carried a crushing inferiority complex toward Geum Tae-yang. He had approached Kim Min-jung—an alpha female—and even managed to marry her, yet he had never truly been able to handle that alpha female. The failure had gouged deep into the core of his male pride and spilled over into emotional abuse of both Min-jung and A-young.

Then he watched young Tae-yang grow, and something primal clicked. This male, unlike himself, could actually handle alpha female Kim Min-jung. It was raw, same-sex instinct. The fragile psychopathy Do-chul had been nursing by abusing Min-jung and A-young simply detonated. The explosion peaked the day his wife, mid-argument, casually dropped, "I slept with Geum Tae-yang!"

Fuck, my hands are shaking...!!! Fuuuuck!! Fuuuuuuck!!!

Tremble-tremble-tremble...! Tremble-tremble-tremble...!

Post-traumatic stress. The inferiority complex triggered through Min-jung he could soothe with his usual methods. The one Tae-yang had carved into him? Untouchable. Geum Tae-yang was a powerful male. Put bluntly, if they ever went head-to-head, Do-chul would get his ass beaten raw and crawl away. In the hierarchy of male ranking fights, he had already lost—psychologically at minimum. And on top of that he had been NTR'd. Just thinking of the man who stole his women made Do-chul's hands shake and his knees go weak. Seeing that face live on video now made him feel like he might actually piss himself.

"Oh! There's Uncle Park Do-chul. Hey, Uncle—how's it going? Apocalypse and all, but you hanging in there?"

The moment Do-chul registered the screen, A-young's alchemy magic app fully activated. Tae-yang could now see Do-chul's face and immediately answered with easy, greasy charm. He already knew exactly how Do-chul felt looking at him—A-young had spelled it out in brutal detail—so the confidence came naturally.

Fuck... stay cool... stay fucking cool...

One small mercy for Do-chul: the camera angle hid his violently trembling hands from Tae-yang. He locked his poker face in place and fought to keep the chaos inside from leaking out, desperate not to show any weakness to the rival male on the other end.

Park Do-chul's completely shriveled up. Hearing what Auntie said really did trigger full-blown PTSD about me.

None of it mattered. Looking back, this was simply the natural endpoint of the life Do-chul had lived. Given his trash personality, the proper reaction to a situation like this should have been a red-faced, screaming tantrum. The fact that he was sitting there in silence, carefully managing his expression—in front of tenant Geum ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Tae-yang, no less, not some superior like Choi Sung-jun—was a neon billboard advertising pure terror. And Tae-yang, who had watched countless of Do-chul's entitled meltdowns over the years, knew that better than anyone.

"Nothing special—just wanted to say hi and check if you're doing okay, Uncle!"

Tae-yang was playing a high-level game. He had always felt plenty of disgust toward Do-chul, but that disgust had never fermented into victimhood or inferiority. That difference was shining right now. Even with the other man's carotid artery laid bare, Tae-yang refused to rush. He didn't thrash around like someone still drowning in old trauma. He stayed leisurely, the picture of a male currently swimming in happiness, and reeled the bait in deeper.

"A-young! Come say hi to Uncle, yeah?"

He knew perfectly well he wasn't the star of today's show. People who are truly content never need to hog the spotlight. So he called for the real protagonist—Park A-young.

Twitch!

Tae-yang's smiling face as he summoned her, plus the sound of her name, made a vein bulge on Do-chul's forehead.

That fucking bastard... what the hell is that tone!??????

It was the pitch and nuance of the way he called A-young that set him off.

Who the fuck does he think he is—her dad??????

That was not how you addressed a same-age friend. On a deeper level it sounded like the protector of a nest speaking to someone under his protection. To Do-chul it registered as father-and-daughter.

This fucking... this fucking shit...!!!!!!!!

The face already flushed from PTSD went even more mottled red and purple. Rage was crystallizing.

In the end... in the end that bastard took my whole ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠family!!!!!!!!

The nightmare Do-chul had feared ever since Tae-yang started growing—whether or not Min-jung and A-young actually felt that way—the terror that some other male would fill the gaps in masculinity and household authority he himself judged inadequate, the same terror that had driven him to abuse his wife and daughter so he could pretend the problem was their lack ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of chastity rather than his own deficiency—all of it was coming true right now.

"Okay, let me put some proper clothes on~ Be right there, Tae-yang~"

While rage was already cresting, the finishing blow arrived. A-young's voice answering Tae-yang's call—soft, sweet, almost syrupy. And she had thrown in just enough suggestive wording to let Do-chul's twisted imagination run wild.

What the fuck have these bitches and bastards been doing!!!! Did they just finish fucking right before this call??? You fucking filthy pieces of shit!!!!!!

Veins stood out in Do-chul's eyes. Sociopaths never remember what they themselves have done wrong. Their heads are packed only with what others are doing to them. Resentment, more resentment. Baseless betrayal and victimhood flooded Do-chul's mind until it glowed white-hot.

Tremble... tremble... tremble... tremble...

Yet sociopaths are ruthlessly calculating. Put kindly, their cost-benefit analysis is lightning fast. Do Min-chul had already told him Tae-yang had awakened. And now the bastard had even hacked his phone—whatever the ability was, it was no ordinary power. So while rage boiled, a cold little calculator was also running: escalate this any further and he himself might be the one who got fucked. The internal war left veins standing in his eyes, but he couldn't let any of it show. All he could do was keep trembling.

"So A-young and I looked into a few things and, turns out, you've been doing a whole lot of filthy shit, Uncle."

"When I first heard it I was furious enough to blow a gasket, but after a little time I realized the only thing that actually matters is this."

A-young's appearance shattered Do-chul's poker face completely. Tae-yang moved into the main event. There was something he had specifically dialed this call to show.

"This. We got A-young's smile back."

Click!

A warm, cozy tableau. He wanted to flaunt the stable family form they had built after cleaning up every pile of shit the troll-tier trash human Park Do-chul had ever left behind. That was the ultimate NTR Geum Tae-yang, Park A-young, and Kim Min-jung had designed—the purest revenge against Park Do-chul.

On the other side of the phone screen, Tae-yang rested a gentle hand on A-young's shoulder right beside him, showing it off.

"Th-this fucking... this fucking bastard... these fucking bitches and bastards..."

Completely NTR'd, Park Do-chul finally lost his mind and started spewing curses. But the NTR wasn't finished.

"Kids, I brought snacks—eat up and cool off~"

Kim Min-jung's entrance. She stepped into the main computer room with the most loving voice and expression imaginable, a tray of neatly arranged refreshments in her hands.

"Ah!"

The moment Tae-yang registered her arrival—

"My wife is here??? Give me that tray, I'll carry it!"

—he welcomed his wife Kim Min-jung with pure overflowing affection.

"You fucking pieces of shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Park Do-chul finally snapped completely. And that total breakdown triggered two notifications at once.