Go Hee-ae's face turned pale when she realized the gun was real.
"I'll give you exactly ten seconds. Put your hands where I can see them and take off anything that could hide a weapon."
"I-if I do that, you'll spare my dad, right?"
"Cooperate, and I'll leave him breathing. Refuse, and your only family member dies."
"..."
Go Hee-ae began to remove her jacket. I'd thought she was a complete idiot for not knowing what heroin was, but seeing how quickly she grasped the situation, she might not be as stupid as I thought.
"Come closer and keep your hands where I can see them."
"..."
Go Hee-ae approached as I commanded.
"Keep going."
"If I do everything you say, you'll spare my dad..."
She glanced at Go Woo-sik, who was completely out of it from the drugs.
"I'll spare him. Keep going. Oh, you don't actually think simple obedience is all it takes, do you?"
Go Hee-ae squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them, her gaze resolute.
Is she truly the heroine of the original manga? Her willpower is remarkable. An ordinary woman would have already been weeping and begging for mercy.
Go Hee-ae removed her jacket, shoes, and anything else that could conceal a weapon, then stood there in her thin undershirt and slacks. Despite trembling with shame, she refused to avert her eyes from mine.
Her breathing was ragged, but her posture remained steady. Even cornered, she looked ready to spring the moment I gave her an opening.
"As I said before, and I'll say it again: you've passed."
I rose to close the distance with Go Hee-ae, placing my gun on the bench and stepping in to restrain her. Just as I reached out, she launched a spinning kick at me. I raised my left hand to block the blow.
I had already anticipated Go Hee-ae's resistance. In the original work, she was a woman who calmly and coldly retaliated even in moments of crisis.
"Ooh, still keeping your guard tight? That's impressive, isn't it?"
"Eek...!"
She gritted her teeth, drawing her knees up to aim at my groin.
"Whoa there. Not down there."
I dodged her attack and lunged at Go Hee-ae, driving my shoulder into her chest and hooking one arm under her armpit. With my other hand, I grabbed her wrist as we crashed to the floor.
"Let go! Get off me!"
Go Hee-ae struggled, elbowing my back and trying to knee me in the groin. I endured most of her attacks, but I desperately avoided her knee strikes while trying to pin her legs and lower abdomen.
Driven by the need to overwhelm her, I had activated Sensual Amplification.
"Let go! I'll kill you!"
I pressed her shoulders flat against the floor.
"Heh... this stubborn streak of yours is unbelievable."
"Get off me!"
Go Hee-ae's resistance lasted a full three minutes far longer than I'd expected. Her vitality was truly impressive.
Exhausted, she could no longer fight back, but her glare could have killed.
"Finally ready to stop fighting? Don't worry, you've already passed the audition to be useful."
I forced her legs apart just enough to break her balance and pinned her to the floor. Sensual Amplification was working perfectly; I could read every twitch of her body before it became a strike.
"Still glaring at me? Were you planning to keep fighting to the end?"
"...I'll never forgive you. I'll make you pay for this someday."
"Ah, right," I replied casually, wrenching her arms behind her back and driving my knee down until her resistance faltered.
"Ugh..." Go Hee-ae, her face flushed crimson, closed her eyes and bit her lip. She seemed to be trying to suppress the pain in her shoulders and hips, but it only made her breathing rougher.
Moreover, closing her eyes made it harder for her to track my next move.
I slammed her flat onto the floor, finally breaking the last of her leverage.
"Aaaah...!"
"This is the second stubborn fool I've put on the floor today. You lasted longer than the last one."
"G-get off me...! Aaaah!"
"It's already too late."
For the next three hours, I kept Go Hee-ae pinned down, taunting and interrogating her. Her father, Go Woo-sik, was right beside her, but he was too high to do anything but stagger around in a daze.
"I have the video from tonight. Don't even think about running or reporting me to the police. It'll be faster for me to find you and your father and put a bullet in your heads than for some incompetent cops to catch me. And you don't think I'm working alone, do you?"
"..."
Go Hee-ae, covered in sweat and dust, glared at me silently, tears welling in her eyes. She knew it too obtaining guns or drugs in Korea was impossible for someone acting alone.
"Call me here when Go Woo-sik wakes up."
I planned to use Go Woo-sik as a drug trafficker. Although he was a Special Forces veteran, he had briefly operated in the underworld.
Heroin is highly addictive, but surely he wouldn't become severely addicted after just one use? If that happens, he'll be useless.
If that happened, I'd have to find someone else. Approaching a local gang member might be a decent alternative.
My reason for distributing drugs was simple: to make money. After all, having plenty of cash is always a good thing, no matter where you are.
I wonder if this world also has clubs run by celebrities.
Back at Hong Haechan's house, I chuckled softly.
Moans and heavy breathing echoed from one of the rooms. When I opened the door, I found Hong Haechan and Park Seonah exactly as I'd expected, tangled up together.
Park Seonah was sprawled face down on the bed while Hong Haechan moved his hips rhythmically, and she was matching him just as eagerly.
"Y-Yujin-ah... you're here?"
"Completely absorbed in each other, I see. Having fun?"
"B-but you told me to stay with her tonight, Yujin."
"I never imagined you'd still be at it this late."
"But... who's that woman? She smells like alcohol she seems pretty drunk..."
"I picked her up on the way here."
"...Huh?"
I really did just pick her up on the way. She was lying defenseless in an alley, dead drunk. Since leaving her there would've been a pain, I dragged her along after checking her ID. It was a bit of a hassle, but at least she wasn't underage.
"Keep an eye on her too. She's got a pretty face. I saw her ID earlier she's 22."
I threw the woman onto the bed. Hong Haechan swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on her disheveled clothes and scuffed tights.
"I'll check in the morning. If she wakes up hurt or missing, you'll regret it."
"A-alright! Yujin! I'll do as you say!"
Judging by his expression, Hong Haechan would definitely keep watch.
After throwing the woman at Hong Haechan, I turned to leave.
"Yujin-ah, where are you going?"
"Just to see the principal for a bit."
It's best to secure the principal's cooperation, just in case. I plan to use drugs to manipulate him. Once he's addicted, he'll be easy to control.
Or I could just kill him. It's just a one-time Quest world anyway.
If things go south, I'll just kill everyone.
I went to school with Hong Haechan in the morning.
Hong Haechan kept Park Seonah close beside him, following my advice perfectly while pretending to hesitate.
The woman I'd picked up last night had been sobered up, given some cash for a cab, and sent away. I doubted she'd want anything to do with us again.
We were just entering the school gate when...
"Welcome!"
Piercing, Gi Jeongseok, and the other delinquents I'd beaten up yesterday lined up on both sides of the gate, bowing deeply at a 90-degree angle. What was particularly striking was that their heads had all been shaved completely bald. And not just bald each of them had a question mark drawn on their foreheads in red marker.
Of course, I ordered them to do it. It was to distinguish the regular students from these delinquents.
"Yeah, what's up? Anyone missing?" Piercing asked, his body tense.
"No one's missing! Everyone arrived at school by 7 AM. And here... the tribute money!"
"Tribute money? You did something I didn't even ask for. How much is it?"
"600,000 won! Please accept it!"
"Bullshit. What's this pittance?"
I tossed the money envelope onto the floor. It was obvious this money had been extorted from the students. I had no intention of squeezing money out of poor students. It was just a pittance and too much trouble.
"Piercing, I'm warning you: don't do anything I didn't tell you to do. If you want to do something I didn't order, get my permission first."
"...Yes! I'm sorry!"
After climbing to the rooftop, I ordered the bald men to set up a tent and place two beds inside. One was for me, and the other for Hong Haechan.
Yesterday, the sunlight had been weak. I also planned to install an air conditioner later.
Once their work was done, the bald men changed into shorts and knelt at the edge of the rooftop, just as they had the day before.
For the record, Park Seonah was lightly dressed, nestled in Hong Haechan's arms. Hong Haechan held her quite naturally.
The only ones wearing full uniforms here were me and Hong Haechan.
"Piercing."
"Yes, Master Sung Yujin!"
"Bring her here."
"Yes, sir!"
Piercing put on his pants and went downstairs.
I waited quietly. Sitting on the bed next to Hong Haechan, I watched him fondle Park Seonah's breasts, and a sudden craving for a woman washed over me.
Should I take her?
No.
To make Hong Haechan the top bully in the academy, it was best to maintain friendly relations whenever possible.
Ten minutes passed.
The rooftop door swung open, and a swarm of women rushed in.
"We've brought them, Master Sung Yujin!"
I sat up from the bed. Exactly twenty-two women. Among them, my gaze was drawn to the woman standing right next to Piercing.
She was a teacher at this academy. Dressed in a formal suit, she possessed an E-cup bust, a slender waist, and voluptuously curved hips.
However, her glasses and awkwardly tied black hair gave her an above-average but not particularly striking appearance. But my eyes couldn't be deceived. If she removed her glasses and let her hair down, she would transform into the kind of beauty I favored.
"Jackpot! Even better than Go Hee-ae, who I put down yesterday!"
The women glanced around nervously before freezing in shock. Bald figures were kneeling before them.
"Hong Haechan, do you know anything about that teacher?"
"Uh... you mean Choi Hyejeong? She's our science teacher at the academy."
"Is that so?"
I approached the women, who stared at me with wary eyes. Piercing naturally stepped aside.
The 21 women here, excluding Choi Hyejeong, were all the same kind of delinquent as Park Seonah. They were putting on a show of bravado, pretending not to be scared. I was rather disappointed. Among the 21, there wasn't a single one prettier than Park Seonah. The only saving grace was that none of them were disgustingly ugly.
The reason I was here was because Piercing had ordered me to bring him the prettiest female teacher.
"...Sung Yujin, I heard you called for me. What's wrong?" Choi Hyejeong asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.
In manga, students typically ignore teachers but never physically harm them. This holds true not only for "Fighting Dog" but for most school violence stories. Teachers usually remain passive observers.
"Can't you see?"
"...Don't do this, Yujin-ah. I'm your teacher. I haven't done anything wrong to you. Can't you at least let me go?"
I scoffed at Choi Hyejeong's words. Was that really something a teacher should say? It struck me anew just how absurd this academy was.
I pulled a military knife from my pocket.
Choi Hyejeong took a deep breath, her face hardening into a rigid mask.
Twirling the knife between my fingers, I issued a chilling command to the women:
"Take off your jackets and hand over your phones."
"Don't be ridiculous! Who do you think you are to make us urk?!"
A nearby woman dared to resist. Without hesitation, I delivered a brutal gut punch. The woman doubled over, vomiting, and collapsed to her knees.
I pointed at several bald men.
"You and you. Clean this up."
"Yes, sir!"
The bald men moved with military precision.
I turned my gaze back to the women.
"This is your second warning. And your last. Hand them over."
Despite my warning, the women still hesitated, exchanging nervous glances. I sighed softly and began beating the ugly ones.
"When I say hand them over, you hand them over! Why can't you understand simple instructions?!"
As I roughed up three women and tore away their jackets, the others began to comply, all except one.
"Why aren't you taking off your jacket, teacher?"
"I... I'm a teacher. If you do this, you'll only get yourself into trouble. It's not too late. Just let me go. I'll pretend I didn't see anything on the rooftop...!"
"You're not getting it."
I swung my knife at Choi Hyejeong.
"Aaaaaah!"
Choi Hyejeong squeezed her eyes shut and screamed. But the knife only sliced through the sleeve of her top.
Swoosh!
The torn fabric fluttered loose around her shoulder, and the papers she had been clutching scattered to the floor.