Chapter 90 - Counterattack
"Minseo? I was just about to go looking for you. You disappeared."
Seo-young was sitting at the office desk. She stood up and came over, wondering why I'd shown up.
Chae-ryeong was in the office with her. They looked like they'd just got back from some business.
The second I saw them... relief washed over me, and tears started pouring.
"Seo-young-nim... h-huu...!"
I couldn't hold it together. I threw myself into Seo-young's arms and sobbed.
I was so terrified.
Scared of what might happen to me. Scared of getting caught recording.
My body shook just thinking about how I'd been out of my mind on that drug just moments ago.
I never wanted to feel that again.
Seojiyu's aphrodisiac was... strong enough to drive someone insane. It crushed my brain. A nightmare.
All the fear I'd been suppressing, the relief, the gratitude—it all came rushing out at once, and I cried in Seo-young's arms for several minutes straight.
"Huuueueuek!! Hiccup! Hiccup!"
Both Chae-ryeong and Seo-young looked flustered. They scrambled to calm me down.
"What's this all of a sudden? Did something happen?"
"First, get him on the sofa."
Seo-young and Chae-ryeong helped me to the sofa, brought me water and tissues.
I cried like that for several minutes.
By the time I finally pulled myself together, my throat was raw.
"Look at you. Your eyes are swollen, your clothes are all stretched out... Kang Minseo, what the hell happened?"
Chae-ryeong's voice dropped. She studied me seriously, like she knew something was wrong.
"Hic... huu..."
I was still hiccuping from crying so hard. I stood up from the sofa... and pulled down my pants.
!!!
Both Chae-ryeong and Seo-young's eyes went wide, shocked by what I'd just done.
Then they saw the scratches and fingernail marks all over my thighs and legs, and their faces hardened.
But that's not what I wanted to show them.
Rrrip—!!
I reached inside the lining of my pants... and pulled out the MP3 player I'd sewn in secretly.
I was scared it'd get found if I kept it in my pocket, so I'd stitched it deep inside the fabric.
"Kang Minseo..."
"I... I recorded everything. The fact that Seojiyu is Hwayeon's spy."
The two women's eyes widened again. Even wider this time. Total shock.
"Seojiyu... she's the maid at Hayoung-eonni's mansion, right? She worked there a long time. I kind of remember her..."
"That person... is Hwayeon's spy?"
They both looked at me like it was unbelievable. But then they swallowed hard and played the recording.
The file started from when I met Seojiyu, so I had to fast-forward a bit.
While skipping through, sounds of me and Seojiyu moaning leaked out, and each time, Seo-young shot me a glare.
"Seo... Seo-young-nim... hic... please listen to this first. Then I'll explain."
"...Fine."
Then came the part I'd worked so hard to capture—the moment Seojiyu confessed she was a spy.
『I'm actually a spy. Just like you.』
『You know Hwayeon's organization, right? I'm an executive there. Bring me the materials, and I'll handle everything. I'll give you your freedom, delete the videos cleanly. Sounds good, doesn't it?』
There was some static, and the sound quality wasn't great, but...
That was definitely Seojiyu's voice, and it clearly marked her as a spy.
As soon as they heard that... Chae-ryeong and Seo-young's expressions turned dead serious.
I stopped the recorder and started from the beginning, leaving nothing out—how I discovered Seojiyu was a spy, and how I planned to catch her.
I told them about accidentally overhearing her phone call in the wine cellar, how I decided to monitor her to gather evidence... and how this was the result.
How Seojiyu threatened me with the gang rape video, drugged me in the warehouse, and brutally raped me.
I poured everything out.
As I confessed, I felt relief, and also like my heart was finally at peace.
It was dangerous... but I did it. Fuck.
"Kang Minseo."
But instead of praising me... Seo-young looked furious.
"...Yes."
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? I know we torment you, but how could you do something like this alone? If you got caught, you'd be finished. Do you understand?"
Seo-young's voice was thick with anger.
I'd expected this, honestly. When mafia organizations get tangled up, it puts everyone at risk. That was probably why she was even angrier.
"...I'm sorry."
I hung my head and whispered. I had nothing to say. I'd been reckless. That was true.
"...Still... you did well."
Instead of scolding me more, Seo-young hugged me warmly. Her arms felt like a mother's—warm and safe.
"...Thank you."
I held back the tears threatening to spill again and let myself be comforted in her embrace.
"Now, Minseo, you rest. We'll handle the rest."
Chae-ryeong stood up with a serious expression and seemed to call someone immediately.
Seo-young played the recording file again, listening carefully, as if checking for anything else useful.
Seeing them act so differently from how they usually tormented me gave me an odd sense of relief.
It's a little reassuring...
Phew. I can finally rest a bit, right?
"Yeah. Hayoung-ah. You busy? Something came up... yeah.
You know Seojiyu, right? That maid is Hwayeon's spy."
Chae-ryeong was on the phone with Hayoung, summarizing the situation. Hayoung said she'd book a flight and come back immediately.
And... Seo-young... found another important clue in the recording.
It was Seojiyu's muttering after I'd ejaculated one last time and passed out.
『Phew... I should go home, organize the documents... and get ready to pull out...』
Her voice, sighing to herself, played from the recorder.
"Hmm... so there are documents at her house? First, I need to catch that bitch. Make sure she can't do anything stupid."
Seo-young stood up from the sofa, teeth gritted.
"I... I want to go too!"
I tried to follow on shaky legs, but—
"Where do you think you're going in that state? Stay here with Chae-ryeong-eonni."
She stroked my hair, then kicked open the office door and strode out.
Her back looked so reliable.
The door closed... and I was moving faster and faster toward Seojiyu.
That fucking bitch. The anger rose to the very top of my head.
It had been a long time since I'd been this angry...
The heat surged like a volcano about to erupt, every nerve on end.
When Minseo tearfully told me about being threatened, drugged, and raped, my mind went blank. A deep rage consumed me.
Spy or not, I felt like crushing Seojiyu's face right then and there.
That was exactly what I felt.
Wait right there. You fucking bitch.
Bam—!
I kicked the maid breakroom door with all my strength.
The door flew open weakly, revealing the startled maids.
And among them... was Seojiyu.
The second I saw her face, the fraying thread of my reason snapped, and I lunged.
"You— f-u-c-k-i-n-g— b-i-t-c-h—!!"
I slammed my fist into her face, harder than a punch machine at an arcade.
"Guh—!!!"
Crash—!!
She fell backward from the impact, hit her head on the cabinet behind her, and passed out cold.
"Huu... huu... don't think you're getting off easy."
I slung the unconscious Seojiyu over my shoulder—nose bleeding—and smiled at the maids' terrified faces.
"Ah... did I scare you? Sorry. This one's a spy. That's why I came to get her."
I gave them a bright grin, trying to reassure them.
But somehow, I think I only scared them more.
*
Thud—
Seo-young came back to the office and dropped the unconscious Seojiyu onto the floor.
Her face was bleeding from the nose, like she'd been hit hard once.
Crazy... she beat her unconscious?
A chill ran down my spine.
If I'd been caught as a spy by Seo-young first instead of Hayoung... would I have ended up like that?
Either way, I was grateful to Hayoung.
Seo-young grabbed some cable ties from a drawer and bound Seojiyu's wrists and ankles tight so she couldn't get free.
Then she poked at her to wake her up.
"Hey. Wake up."
"Ngh.... Seo-young-ssi... what are you doing...?"
Jiyu regained consciousness, groaning in pain.
"Don't play stupid. I know everything about you being a spy. It's all on the MP3. Want me to play it for you?"
Seo-young glared at her with cold eyes and played the recording.
Soon, Seojiyu's voice came through, clearly showing she was Hwayeon's spy.
"...Fuck."
She listened silently, then muttered a curse and shot me a look like she wanted to kill me.
I swallowed hard but didn't back down. I glared back and said,
"It's over, Seojiyu. Just give us your home address."
"Yeah, we heard the part about you stealing Baekhwa's documents and hiding them at home. So don't play innocent—just spill it."
Seo-young searched Jiyu's pockets and pulled out her phone.
"What's the password?"
Seo-young asked coldly, but Seojiyu stayed silent.
"Fine. Keep your mouth shut. I'll make you open it."
Seo-young raised her fist like she was about to bring it down.
"0825!"
Under the threat, Jiyu finally cracked.
"Eonni, find anything useful. And delete Minseo's videos too."
Seo-young handed the phone to Chae-ryeong.
"Ngh... fuck..."
Seojiyu's lips trembled with frustration.
"Now... you're going to guide us to your house, aren't you?"
Seo-young smiled viciously and pulled Seojiyu to her feet.
With Seo-young and Chae-ryeong handling things, everything seemed to be moving smoothly.
Is it finally over...?
I felt relieved at the thought of my slave life ending, and seeing the situation handled well.
But... Seo-young, Chae-ryeong, and Minseo didn't know yet.
They didn't know you can't let your guard down until it's really over.