When Min-Joon woke, the sun was already bleeding across Seoul's skyline. He
lay alone in the silk-draped bed of his Gangnam penthouse, the air still
scented with Mirae's perfume and something darker — something off. His eyes
opened like knives. His body still, perfectly still. Listening.
The System pulsed.
[ALERT: Rival Beom-Ho Initiated Retaliation Protocol]
Tactic: Social Sabotage + Physical Ambush + Harem Disruption
Time: 04:13 AM – Active Threat
Compromised Contact: Yuna (Minor Loyalty Dip Detected)
Targeted Harem Slot: Han-Ah – Secret Meeting Attempted
He stared at the ceiling.
Grinned once.
Then sat up and whispered:
"System. Pull the surveillance."
A screen flickered.
There she was — Han-Ah — in the back seat of a matte black Mercedes. Parked
outside a high-rise. Talking to Beom-Ho's second-in-command. Nervous. Hands
shaking. Her lips moving fast.
Excuses.
Lies.
Soft betrayal blooming under pressure.
He didn't feel rage.
Only calculation.
"System," he said, standing. "What happens when a queen forgets who built
the board?"
[Suggested Action: Loyalty Termination + Psychological Deconstruction]
Confirm?
"Confirm," he said coldly. "And send her the bill."
Within thirty minutes, Han-Ah's university account was drained of his gift
credits.
Her private photos in his vault were digitally erased.
Her name was locked out of his apartment's access control.
And most cruelly — her social status? Crashed.
Min-Joon posted a single image to his private, invite-only channel:
A photo of her necklace, dropped on the floor.
Caption: "Even diamonds break."
The fallout was immediate.
Han-Ah messaged.
Called.
Voice notes at 4 AM, crying.
Min-Joon never answered.
She was gone.
And she would never be touched again.
He turned to the real threat.
Beom-Ho.
System pinged the location of his trap — a private villa outside the city.
Masked as a Society "duel," it was rigged.
An ambush.
Three men waiting.
Weapons non-lethal but brutal.
Min-Joon laughed.
Changed clothes.
And left.
—
Midnight. The villa's courtyard.
Moonlit tiles. Quiet trees.
Min-Joon stood at the center of the open circle, sleeves rolled up. No
jacket. Just skin and silk and arrogance.
The three men emerged.
All bigger.
All trained.
None ready.
"You came alone?" one asked.
Min-Joon smiled. "Why ruin the odds?"
They moved.
The first came fast — stun baton low.
Min-Joon ducked, flipped forward, and shattered the man's wrist with a
single downward elbow strike.
No wasted motion.
The second swung from behind.
Min-Joon twisted mid-spin and slammed his foot into the man's shin.
It cracked.
He screamed.
The third man hesitated.
Big mistake.
Min-Joon advanced.
Fast.
Merciless.
Palm strike to the throat. Knee to the gut. Elbow across the temple.
Three seconds.
One breath.
Game over.
He didn't pant.
Didn't sweat.
Just straightened his collar and walked inside.
Where Beom-Ho was waiting.
Drinking scotch like it could save him.
"You're insane," Beom-Ho hissed.
"I'm divine," Min-Joon replied.
And threw the broken stun baton at his feet.
"You send dogs," Min-Joon said, voice low, "you better be ready to lose your
leash."
"Han-Ah came to me willingly—"
"She left unwillingly," Min-Joon interrupted.
Then he crossed the room.
No rush.
No mercy.
And leaned in, whispering:
"I'm not your rival. I'm your replacement."
Beom-Ho backed away.
Min-Joon left without finishing the scotch.
He didn't need to kill him.
He'd already erased him.
The System pinged.
[New Rule Established: Harem Code Enforced]
• Any girl caught leaking, betraying, or colluding will be cut.
• All future seductions will include embedded loyalty contracts.
• Girls will beg to obey.
Back at the penthouse, Seo-Rin was waiting — in his robe.
She looked up, wary.
"Heard about Han-Ah," she said.
"She failed the test."
"And what if I do?"
Min-Joon walked past her.
Poured himself a drink.
Didn't look back.
"You won't," he said. "Because now you understand what happens to those who
forget who made them valuable."
She didn't speak again.
She didn't leave.
She stayed.
Silent.
Obedient.
Awake.
And Min-Joon?
He went to sleep with a smile.