Chapter 4

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 3

Chapter Title: Exploiting Weaknesses

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Mussed-up hair and a flushed red face. Her gray skirt was hiked up almost to her chest, and the panties wedged between her thighs were soaked with the love juices dripping from Kim Ji-young's pussy. Her blouse and bra were flung open haphazardly, and to top it all off, Yi Hyunwoo's cum was splattered all over her gray skirt.

The musky scent of night-blooming flowers was just icing on the cake.

Having cum faster than usual from the thrill of fucking a fresh company newbie, Hyunwoo still sprang right back to rigid attention. He wanted to pound into her again and again, but he couldn't afford to be away from his desk for too long during work hours.

"Eut...."

Snapping back to reality from the afterglow of their affair, Ji-young reluctantly pulled up her white panties, now stained with her own fluids and his cum. The sticky wetness between her legs drew out a moan. She readjusted her bra and blouse, then wiped down her skirt with some tissues as best she could, but the white stains screamed semen to anyone who saw them.

"Deputy Manager, can I head back now? I need to clean my skirt properly...."

Snapping to at her words, Hyunwoo chuckled softly and sent her on her way. The cum stains on her skirt and the languid sensation from his release reminded him that the sloppy warehouse fuck had been all too real.

"Ji-young, today's little escapade stays our secret, right?"

Ji-young had no desire to tell anyone about it either.

"Yes... Understood."

In her haste, she moved quickly, but the intense doggy-style pounding made her limp noticeably. Watching her retreating figure, Hyunwoo grinned wickedly.

"Kuhuhuhu...."

Glancing at the notification on his smartphone screen, Hyunwoo smiled. He headed back to the office, happily pondering where to invest this new point.

Once wasn't the hard part—after tasting the warehouse fun, Hyunwoo kept calling Ji-young in for more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sloppy romps. She verbally resisted every time, but with her overheated body craving relief she couldn't satisfy alone, she inevitably gave in and took his cock.

At the office, he used lunch breaks to fuck her in the warehouse. He didn't discriminate between creampies and external shots, and as their sessions multiplied, he demanded increasingly porn-level services like oral and facials. Afterward, he always confiscated her panties, forcing her to work panty-free.

Of course, after hours, he alternated between her place and his, fucking her whenever the mood struck. He knew the amplified Psychological Messages left her no room to refuse.

She was your run-of-the-mill girl on the street, but her fair, translucent skin offered some enjoyable eye candy. That said, just as Hyunwoo started feeling bored with forcing all the positions, services, and kinks he'd never tried on past girlfriends, ennui set in.

"Haa... She's getting boring now."

"Ding~"

Just as fucking Kim Ji-young was starting to bore him, a new Task Directive dropped. Upgraded to Employee Level, it now came with specific conditions.

"Kim Ji-young's Charm was... 5, right?"

Hyunwoo searched for Kim Ji-young in the Work System's female employee section.

Trust and Favorability remained locked, but her Mental stat had climbed from 1 to 5.

Her innate Libido stayed maxed out, likely amplified by the intensified [Desire] for sex.

"Oh ho... Did satisfying that desire restore her Mental? Nice."

And the [Dissatisfaction] toward Kim Hyun-min was gone. Was it from ramping up her [Desire] for sex? He still wasn't sure why her negative emotions had vanished.

"Charm 7, huh...."

Hyunwoo idly recalled the internet meme about 'the 7 girl.' On a 10-point scale, guys supposedly preferred the low-pressure appeal of a solid 7 over a perfect 10.

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He didn't know the exact criteria for Charm ratings, but seeing Kim Ji-young pegged at 5 made it seem reasonable enough.

'Average face, plain body... Pussy grip's decent, I guess...'

To compare, Hyunwoo checked other female employees in the admin section. Searching the ones guys often gossiped about, he found Charm 7+ was rare as hell.

Those with Charm 7 or higher were the undisputed stunners—faces or figures no red-blooded man could resist.

From now on, he vowed to ignore any female employee below 7.

'Yeah, Kim Ji-young's on par with the average girls I've dated before. Charm 7+ are the real top-tier.'

The problem was their ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Psychological Messages. Unlike plain Ji-young, these beauties drew constant male attention—no way they were sexually frustrated. They had [Love] from sweet honeymoons or [Excitement] from flings—nothing negative or deficient to exploit.

'Ji-young was definitely easy mode. Sooo easy.'

Sex-crazed Ji-young had been prime prey.

"Hya... Thinking about the other chicks is getting me rock hard again. Time to vent with Ji-young first."

Staring desperately at their Psychological Messages yielded no breakthroughs on the Charm 7+ targets, so Hyunwoo summoned the easy mark to his place.

The opportunity came by pure chance—at a mind-numbingly dull team dinner.

"Come on, have a drink—you've earned it, Deputy Lee."

Still at the first spot, the Team Leader—nicely buzzed—pushed shots on Hyunwoo, who was quietly sipping his soju. His breath reeked of booze and fishy seafood.

'Sigh... If you know I'm working hard, spread the load around....'

It was give an inch, take a mile. And even at drinks, no peace.

"Yes, thank you, Team Leader!"

Masking his irritation, Hyunwoo downed the glass in one go.

"That's right. You're the only one I can count on."

"I'll keep giving it my all."

Biting back anger for the steady paycheck, Hyunwoo played the corporate game. Then—

"Come on in, quick quick~"

A group of office workers piled into the next table over. Tax Team, by the looks of it.

'Haa... Worst case scenario....'

"Hey, Manager Lee—your team's drinking here too?"

Management Support's Park Team Leader shared bond with the Tax Team Leader. No way he'd pass up merging.

"Oh, Park Team Leader. Management Support crew—always grinding hard."

Naturally, the teams combined. The leaders kept pouring endlessly, and the night dragged on. To kill the boredom, Hyunwoo scanned the Tax Team's profiles via the Work System under the table.

He rarely checked male employees, but with time to kill, he browsed them one by one.

'Lee Byung-joo, you lucky bastard...'

His batch peer from entry—same age, but unlike Hyunwoo, Byung-joo had the tall, handsome build that made him the office heartthrob among the women. Top stats across the board.

This year, after a brief office fling, he'd married Tax Team employee Seo Jin-ah. Plenty of women lamented it—even Hyunwoo, who ignored rumors, had heard the buzz for months. Testimony to his popularity.

Seo Jin-ah was bliss personified right now. Among the guys, her innocent face paired with killer curves had fueled dirty talk since day one. Post-marriage, mentions dropped, but even a quick glance confirmed she was a catch.

'Solid Mental, no cracks to exploit.'

Hyunwoo had tried dialing down positive emotions like Happiness on other women via the system, but high Mental made it useless—they dipped briefly then snapped back.

You needed negative emotions to amplify, and she had none.

'Am I normal, obsessing over tearing down others' happiness and pumping up their negativity...?'

A twinge of guilt hit him about his mindset.

"Hoo..."

As he went to close the app, a new Psychological Message appeared on Lee Byung-joo's status.

'Ostraco-what?'

A quick portal search revealed it was shellfish phobia.

'There's a phobia for that?'

Glancing at the next table, Byung-joo had a plate of steamed clams in front of him. His expression staring at them wasn't pretty—the first frown Hyunwoo had ever seen on the perpetually cheerful guy.

Byung-joo's Mental was 9. From scanning tons of Psychological Messages, Hyunwoo knew high Mental blocked negatives. Low Mental spawned them.

No way a Mental 9 like him would get one casually. If not now, who knew when he'd face clams again.

A flicker of guilt for amplifying someone else's misery, but Hyunwoo immediately:

[Fear] of shellfish (Shellfish Phobia) - Amplification activated

Envy and jealousy toward Byung-joo? Poking at Mr. Perfect's weak spot gave Hyunwoo a petty thrill.

By the time the night stretched to rounds 2 and 3, shitfaced Hyunwoo had completely forgotten about it.

"Huck!"

On his commute, Byung-joo jolted at a sign featuring steamed clams. Calming down, it was just a seafood joint's billboard.

'Phew... I've been jumpy lately...'

Raised in a perfect family, his good looks and physique had made him the teachers' and friends' golden boy through school—no real trauma.

His one bad memory: as a kid at a family dinner, a grilling clam popped open, scalding him with second-degree burns under his eye. Ever since, he avoided clams.

They were just a disliked side dish before, but lately, even pictures or clam-like shapes made him flinch—not just real ones.

'Started around that Management Support team dinner...'

Back then, he'd brushed it off as temporary.

But the seed of anxiety finally erupted in bed with his beloved wife, Seo Jin-ah.