Chapter 69 The Delinquent Girl Chae-young
Chapter 69 The Delinquent Girl Chae-young
Around the time Eun-woo was fake-confessing his love to Gae-ul and engaging in a second round without penetration—
Ryu Ga-hyeon changed out of her panties and pants soaked with her own fluids and went to meet Moon Ye-hwa.
"Hmm? What's this? Not a prosecutor, but some lowly cop coming to see me?"
Inside the interrogation room, Moon Ye-hwa, who had been applying makeup, set down her handheld mirror and glanced at Ryu Ga-hyeon.
Even amidst the swarm of police officers in the building and the countless charges leveled against her, Ye-hwa crossed her legs and acted as if the interrogation room were her own bedroom.
Ga-hyeon, meanwhile, envisioned a brutal revenge so cruel it would shock even Ye-hwa—the cult's disciplinary enforcer—while outwardly maintaining the expression of someone completely unbothered, flashing a grin.
Only then did Ye-hwa's face stiffen slightly.
She put away her mirror, uncrossed her legs, and faced Ga-hyeon directly.
Not that her attitude became respectful. Even under investigation, her brazenly relaxed demeanor didn't waver in the slightest.
"Hehe, the prosecutor must be too busy to come. Wonder why? Did they take a bribe somewhere? Or... maybe their wife is secretly a Cheonmyeong cultist?"
Ga-hyeon casually took a seat across from Ye-hwa, subtly probing her.
"I didn't give you permission to sit."
Despite being the suspect under interrogation, Ye-hwa answered as if she owned the building, her tone dripping with arrogance.
But Ga-hyeon didn't lose her temper. Instead, she tried to loosen Ye-hwa's defenses with idle banter.
However, her opponent was the mastermind who had transformed Cheonmyeong from a small gathering into a global pseudo-religious empire.
Even after a lengthy, seemingly amicable conversation, Ga-hyeon gained nothing of value.
Ye-hwa bombarded her with information that seemed useful—things that might have been worth digging into—but in reality, they were all long-expired leads.
Unlike other detective teams who would have wasted energy chasing these false trails, Ga-hyeon wasn't fooled.
"Well then, I'll be going now, unnie!"
"Alright, take care."
Ga-hyeon stood up cheerfully, as if she'd just enjoyed a pleasant chat. She even waved goodbye to Ye-hwa like she was reluctant to part ways before stepping out of the room.
The moment the door closed behind her, Ga-hyeon turned around—and her smile vanished instantly.
"That fucking bitch..."
Her curse and expression startled Park Cheol-woo and Han Ji-su, who had been waiting anxiously outside.
Others in the building also discreetly checked her expression before whispering among themselves, realizing even their heroic detective had failed to get anything substantial.
Because while Ga-hyeon was a hero to the public, within the police force, she was just a nuisance—someone who stirred up trouble and purged corrupt officers tied to Cheonmyeong.
Her face stony, Ga-hyeon trudged down the hallway.
"Forget it. Don't follow me. I need to be alone for a bit."
She dismissed Ji-su with a wave and walked past the corridor, exiting the building.
Once she reached a spot free of both police and undercover cultists, Ga-hyeon's hardened expression relaxed again.
It was the same cheerful demeanor she'd worn while suppressing her hatred in front of Ye-hwa.
The anger she'd shown earlier? Pure acting. Ga-hyeon wasn't angry.
She was coldly rational.
She knew better than anyone that rage would never defeat them.
After scanning her surroundings, Ga-hyeon slipped into a secluded corner and pulled out her phone.
Her destination? The Incest Gallery.
Not because she wanted to look at porn in the middle of all this.
No, Ga-hyeon immediately messaged the gallery's main moderator.
[Hey, slut.]
The night Moon Ye-hwa—who should've rotted in prison if even one of the charges against her stuck—walked free unscathed, riding off in an expensive imported car...
Ga-hyeon sent even Ji-su away, insisting she'd handle the paperwork alone.
Then, against all odds, Ye-hwa took one of the baits Ga-hyeon had planted—one with less than a 5% chance of success.
A message arrived from the gallery's moderator, sent to Ga-hyeon's account.
Son-Loving Mom: My, my, listen to that vulgar mouth. This is why faithless heathens are doomed. Calling a pure maiden like me a slut? How absurd.
"......"
Ga-hyeon was someone who could shrug off things that would shock others into unconsciousness—but not this time.
She pulled a sheet of paper from the towering stack of documents, causing the unstable pile to collapse. Ignoring the mess, she grabbed a pen, clenched it between her teeth, and sprinted to the bathroom.
Placing the paper on her thigh, she began scribbling notes about Cheonmyeong's power structure in a cipher only she could decipher.
Then her phone buzzed again.
She unlocked it immediately and downloaded the PDF file sent by "Son-Loving Mom"—Moon Ye-hwa.
Inside was evidence that could send Kang Da-eun, one of Cheonmyeong's Holy Seats currently detained for causing a disturbance, to prison.
Not forever, maybe a year at most... but it was still the biggest breakthrough Ga-hyeon had made in her investigation so far.
The media—either ignorant of internal affairs or already infiltrated by cultists pushing a narrative—thought the case was over after the cult leader's execution. But he had been nothing more than a figurehead.
Kang Da-eun, though the newest among the Holy Seats and lacking her own faction (still subcontracting work for the other mothers), was undeniably the biggest catch Ga-hyeon had ever landed.
Ga-hyeon, who had prepared for years to dismantle Cheonmyeong and was a prodigy when it came to investigations, skimmed the documents at lightning speed, absorbing every detail.
None of the information implicated Ye-hwa. Nor was there any proof Ye-hwa had been secretly gathering dirt on Da-eun.
Limited, but clean evidence—enough to definitively lock Da-eun away.
Why? Ye-hwa handles the relatively safe production of Holy Medicine. Distributing it requires Da-eun's help. So why betray her sister now? Has the power struggle already begun so soon after the leader's death?
No, that's not it. This isn't enough to completely ruin Da-eun. Just a weakening blow...
Ga-hyeon gnawed on her pen, continuing her deductions.
Most of Da-eun's underlings aren't true believers—perfect for distributing Holy Medicine. If they get caught, they're disposable. The real cultists remain untouched, and there's always more thugs to recruit.
Her brain overheated, her ears practically steaming from the mental overload.
Another notification chimed.
Even as she opened the Incest Gallery, Ga-hyeon didn't stop analyzing.
Even among the Holy Seats, Da-eun is the fourth mother. The youngest, Yun Gae-ul, is practically a civilian, so Da-eun might as well be the baby of the group.
There's a clear hierarchy. Da-eun knows it too—that's why even with her bitchy personality, she never picks fights with the first mother.
And while Da-eun's organization rakes in cash, none of her people are truly loyal. So Ye-hwa has no reason to attack her. No matter how well Da-eun does, she's no threat to Ye-hwa's power.
Leave her alone, and she'll keep making bank. So why strike now? And so clumsily? This isn't like that cunning bitch.
"Moon Ye-hwa, Kang Da-eun. Moon Ye-hwa, Kang Da-eun."
Ga-hyeon closed her eyes, muttering the names of those she needed to arrest, sinking deeper into thought.
She was so close to grasping something—but it slipped away.
But it wouldn't for long.
She could feel it.
"First Mother Moon Ye-hwa, Second Mother Lee Eun-bi, Third Mother Seo A-ra, Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun..."
Ga-hyeon recited the names of the cult's Holy Seats, pushing her reasoning further.
"First Mother's daughter, Moon Ji-yeon. Da-eun's younger sister, Kang Hae-yeon..."
She also memorized the names of those who, while not immediate threats, would rise as new dangers within Cheonmyeong in the coming years.
And then there was the name of someone she hadn't paid much attention to before—but who had recently emerged as an inexplicable variable: the cult leader's son.
"Lee Eun-woo."
With that, a new piece appeared on the vast chessboard in Ga-hyeon's mind.
His value? A pawn.
The weakest, most insignificant piece on the board.
But like any pawn, if he reached the end, he could be promoted to the most powerful piece.
Eun-woo was the same.
Of course, the odds were slim.
That's why she hadn't seriously considered the possibility—just tossed out bait.
Ring-ring-ring—
Another notification.
Ga-hyeon cracked open an eye to check her phone.
Ye-hwa had sent another PDF. This one contained evidence to permanently imprison several high-ranking cultists under Ye-hwa's command.
Why is she doing this?
The answer came quickly.
Self-sabotage.
Ye-hwa was doing this to avoid suspicion from Da-eun.
But the cost was too high.
Ga-hyeon couldn't even guess why Ye-hwa would attack Da-eun now—let alone willingly sacrifice her own knights and bishops in the process.
"...Why? What's the reason, you fucking bitch?"
The pen cap Ga-hyeon had been chewing shattered.
Black ink, like blood, oozed from the broken tip, staining her lips and dripping into her cleavage.
But Ga-hyeon didn't care about ruining her already limited wardrobe. She pushed forward desperately.
Ye-hwa cherished her subordinates.
Not out of love, but because she wanted to maximize their utility—but regardless, casually discarding them was unlike her.
If Ye-hwa did do it, there was only one reason:
When what she gains outweighs the sacrifices.
But what could that be? Something more valuable than Da-eun, who brings in billions monthly—and could rake in even more if overseas Holy Medicine distribution succeeds?
"Lee Eun-woo."
The cult leader's son's name burst from Ga-hyeon's lips.
Not as the result of logical deduction.
But something else—a woman's intuition.
The effect of seeing his face, his body, smelling his scent—the inexplicable, intense excitement he stirred in her.
But Ga-hyeon was certain.
Eun-woo's existence was opening new paths on the chessboard, previously blocked by the mighty queens—his mothers.