Do Jin returned to the repair company office the next morning still feeling the remnants of the Phantom Orgasm Curse. Although the worst of it had faded, his body remained sensitive and on edge.
The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere felt wrong.
The usual chatter died instantly. Several coworkers avoided eye contact. His manager, Mr. Choi, was standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, face dark with anger.
"Kang Do Jin. My office. Now."
Do Jin followed him without a word.
The moment the door closed, Mr. Choi slammed a thick envelope onto the desk.
"Explain this."
Do Jin opened the envelope. Inside were several photos.
Photos of him leaving Lee Mi Yun's villa late at night.
Photos of him entering Park Soo Jin's house and staying for hours.
And the most dangerous one — a blurry but clear enough image of him and Kim Hye Jin in her bedroom, taken from outside the window.
Mr. Choi's voice was low and furious.
"You've been fucking the clients, haven't you? Rich married women. Do you have any idea what kind of shitstorm this could cause? If their husbands find out, they'll destroy this company!"
Do Jin stayed calm, but his mind was racing.
Mr. Choi leaned forward, eyes narrowed.
"I have a friend who works security in that neighborhood. He sent me these. He also told me that several husbands are starting to get suspicious. Especially Mr. Lee — Mi Yun's husband. He's been asking questions."
He tapped the photos.
"I should fire you right now. But I won't… yet."
Mr. Choi's expression turned greedy.
"Instead, you're going to do something for me. Those rich bitches seem to like you a lot. You're going to keep doing what you're doing… but you're going to share the profits with me. 50% of every 'extra tip' you receive from now on. Cash. No questions asked."
Do Jin stared at him silently.
Mr. Choi smirked.
"Refuse, and I send these photos to every husband involved. You'll be finished. Blacklisted from every company in Seoul. Maybe even face lawsuits."
The system suddenly spoke in Do Jin's head, its tone unusually serious:
[Blackmail Quest Triggered]
[Current Situation: High Danger]
[Mr. Choi knows about 3 of your conquests]
[If you submit, you will lose freedom and money]
[If you resist poorly, your reputation may collapse]
Do Jin looked at the photos again, then back at his manager.
A cold smile slowly formed on his face.
"You really think you can blackmail me with these?"
Mr. Choi laughed.
"I don't think. I know. One call and your life is over."
Do Jin stood up slowly.
"Interesting. You want 50%?"
He stepped closer to the desk.
"Let me think about it."
Before Mr. Choi could respond, Do Jin turned and walked toward the door.
"I'll give you my answer tomorrow."
He left the office, leaving the manager fuming behind him.
As soon as he was outside, Do Jin's expression turned dark.
The system commented:
[You handled that calmly, but this is dangerous.]
[Mr. Choi is greedy and stupid. Greedy people make mistakes.]
[However, if he sends those photos, your current progress could be heavily damaged.]
Do Jin got into his van and drove away, his mind working fast.
He wasn't afraid.
He was angry.
After everything he had gone through — dying pathetically, enduring the wheel's constant humiliation, risking everything with high-stakes sex — some fat, greedy manager thought he could take a cut?
No.
This was the first real threat to his new life.
Do Jin pulled out his phone and called the first person who came to mind.
Lee Mi Yun answered on the second ring, her voice soft and eager.
"Do Jin? I was just thinking about you…"
Do Jin's voice was calm but serious.
"Mi Yun, we have a problem. My manager found out about us. He has photos. He's trying to blackmail me."
There was a short silence.
Then Mi Yun's tone changed completely. The bored rich housewife disappeared, replaced by a woman who was used to dealing with powerful men.
"Send me the photos he showed you. And tell me everything."
Do Jin smiled darkly.
He had expected her to panic.
Instead, she was ready to fight.
"I'll send them now," he said. "But I need your help. We're going to destroy him before he can destroy us."
Mi Yun's voice became cold and decisive.
"Come to my house tonight. My husband is away again. We'll discuss the plan… thoroughly."
Do Jin ended the call, his eyes gleaming with dangerous excitement.
The manager thought he had the upper hand.
But he had no idea that two of the women he was trying to use against Do Jin were already completely on his side.
And one of them was a very rich, very influential housewife who hated her husband almost as much as she loved getting fucked by Do Jin.
Do Jin drove toward Mi Yun's villa, the phantom sensations from yesterday finally gone, replaced by a new kind of thrill.
This wasn't just about sex anymore.
This was about power.
And he was ready to play dirty.