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“I don’t feel any threat.”

The fact that some prosecutor was targeting me, sending an investigator to gather evidence, was nothing more than a minor stimulant, a dose of dopamine.

However, if they strike, it’s only fair to strike back. Those who cross me must always be reminded that retribution will follow.

The question is how to execute this retribution so that Prosecutor Lee Na-eun reacts with the kind of intensity that amuses me. Like how I handled it with Yoon Hayeong, sending a video of her team leader being raped—it needs to both threaten the recipient and provide me with some enjoyment.

“Even in retrospect, that was a masterpiece.”

What I had in mind now was similarly brilliant. It was just the kind of plan that satisfied my darker side.

“We’ve arrived, Master.”

We arrived at the largest sexbot shop in Incheon. Due to international AI regulations passed right after World War III, fully sentient androids aren’t produced anymore. Sexbots, naturally, are more like highly realistic dolls that can move and speak to a limited degree.

“Military models are a different story, of course.”

At least, anything available on the open market is.

“Welcome to Paradise of Pleasure.”

I ignored the robot that smiled as it bent at the waist to greet me. Inside, there were quite a few customers, each one browsing the sexbots with a disturbingly focused expression—like men choosing the perfect adult video.

“Nothing special here.”

Taking a quick look around, I noted that they were indeed quite attractive, designed to meet extreme beauty standards. But they lacked that spark of life, so they weren’t to my taste.

“Sex is best with warm, soft skin and the scent of a real person when you’re going at it.”

The high-end models could supposedly simulate that, but I preferred the real thing. Anyway, I wasn’t here for actual use, so I quickly headed to the counter.

“The most expensive female model you have.”

“In that case, I’d recommend the XY-324 model.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Let me assist you with the purchase.”

I made the purchase and returned to the car. Unlike with a real doll, I didn’t have to struggle—it climbed in on its own.

“Shall I begin servicing you now, Master?”

“No. Consider yourself kidnapped.”

“Excuse me?”

Ignoring the confused robot, I called Seo Eun-mi.

“Yes, Young Master?”

“Is it all prepared?”

“Yes… We’ve got a sufficient quantity ready.”

“Good. You know the address? Bring it there.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

They were ready on their end.

“Let’s go.”

“Understood~.”

…

“Wow. That’s a lot.”

“Yeah… We may have overdone it…”

At the rendezvous point, I examined Eun-mi’s work. A bucket brimming with thick, whitish fluid.

For a man, just looking at it was nauseating. It was artificial semen, mainly used in adult video productions. It looked eerily real.

“Ugh… even the texture is disgusting.”

I regretted touching it.

Beep, bzzz

“Unlocked, Master.”

The door opened, and I stepped inside, not bothering to remove my shoes as I walked around.

“A burglar?!”

Phfft.

Before the housekeeper bot could alert anyone, Suah shot it in the forehead, a silencer attached to the gun. White, blood-like fluid trickled down as the robot shut down. I continued exploring the house.

It had a clean, modern aesthetic with a minimalist lifestyle, as if something was lacking to the point of being eerie. Lee Na-eun’s home was exceedingly ordinary.

“Well, not exactly ordinary. It’s so empty it feels almost desolate.”

“Just like her image, really,” Suah commented briefly.

“Is this the bedroom?”

I entered the largest room. Nothing special here, either. Just a modest bed without even a single picture frame. The epitome of blandness.

“Let’s get started.”

“Yes.”

Suah and Eun-mi powered down the sexbot and laid it on the bed. They proceeded to bind it with the kind of restraint you’d see in a porno. The bot was so realistic that I started to get hard.

“Hold on… We’ve got plenty of time, don’t we?”

I looked over at Suah and Eun-mi, struggling with the sexbot. A sudden idea crossed my mind. Wouldn’t it be better to take them both here and soil the room with real semen instead?

“Of course, using real semen could mean they’d trace it back with a DNA test. But honestly, who cares? What are they going to do?”

If anything, it’d be more horrifying for Prosecutor Lee Na-eun. Imagine finding semen in her house, and it turns out to be from the Go Group’s bloodline? That’d scare the hell out of her.

“Alright. Get ready.”

Without hesitation, I slapped the buttocks of the two women, making them squeal.

“Ahh?!”

…

“Detective Gong is late…”

In the eerily quiet office, Prosecutor Lee Na-eun checked the time. It was well past quitting time—8:39 PM.

Detective Gong Jincheol, who had left around noon, still hadn’t returned.

“We can’t reach him either. What if something happened to him…?”

A timid clerk, voice trembling, expressed their concern, only to be scolded by Chief Yoo. “Stop saying unnecessary things.” But the anxiety already settled in.

“Should I go check on him?” another investigator suggested, but Prosecutor Lee Na-eun shook her head.

“Report him missing in action. I’ll go to Rainbow Miracle myself tomorrow.”

“You’re going to go yourself?”

“I’ll go through official procedures.”

“But… What about Detective Gong? He could be somewhere right now… needing our help.”

“A grown man with an implant has been missing for almost ten hours. It’s unlikely.”

“...!”

“Prosecutor, how can you say that…”

She was known for her cold remarks, but this was extreme. To be so unfazed by a missing person was unsettling.

She glanced at the clock once more.

“Let’s call it a day. See you all tomorrow.”

She powered down her computer and tidied her desk.

“Good night.”

“…”

They watched in silence as she left the office.

A feeling, a strange sense that something was wrong, brushed across their minds.

“Well, everyone, let’s head out! Detective Gong is probably fine. He loves to drink, so he’s likely passed out somewhere.”

Chief Yoo tried to lighten the mood, though it had little effect.

…

Beep, bzzz

Returning home, Prosecutor Lee Na-eun paused as she stepped inside. Something was off. The air in her house felt different.

She stopped, sensing this, but continued inside.

Click!

“….”

When she flicked the lights on, she found her housekeeper bot, leaking white fluid, dismantled on the floor.

Someone had broken in. Someone had been here.

Or maybe they were still here.

She scanned the visible parts of her home. Aside from the broken bot, nothing seemed out of place.

She checked the study. Nothing different.

The bathroom. Nothing different.

The balcony. Nothing different.

…

She opened the door to the bedroom.

“….”

A lot had changed here.

A woman in a black blindfold was sprawled across the bed, bound with her legs spread wide. She wore the shredded remnants of what had once been a prosecutor’s semi-formal suit, with her breasts and other intimate parts indecently exposed through the tears.

To make matters worse, every hole—her mouth, anus, and vagina—was stuffed with large vibrating devices, while several tadpole-shaped vibrators were taped to her nipples and clitoris.

And then—

“…Semen?”

Dried and crusted, foul liquid covered the woman’s body and the entire bed. A sight so grotesque, most would have recoiled in horror. But Prosecutor Lee Na-eun remained unfazed. She brushed aside the shredded fabric and checked the name scrawled across the chest.

• Lee Na-eun

“Not human.”

Unconcerned with her own name, she checked the manufacturing number and examined the room more closely. She picked up an A4 paper that had fallen on the floor.

“...”

She called Chief Yoo. He answered before the second ring.

“Yes, Pro—”

“Detective Gong Jincheol has died.”

“P-Prosecutor, what do you mean…?”

“I’ve found some clues. Bring Detective Song and come to my house. Now.”