Do Jin stepped into the repair company's small office the next morning with a completely different aura than before.
His walk was more confident. His shoulders were straighter. Even though the sensitivity punishment from the wheel had finally worn off late last night, the memory of fucking Lee Mi Yun while she was on the phone with her husband still lingered in his body like a drug.
The moment he entered, the usual chatter among the other repairmen quieted down slightly. A few of them gave him curious looks. Word had already spread that he had spent nearly two hours at Mrs. Lee's luxurious villa — something that normally took twenty minutes at most.
His manager, Mr. Choi — a bald, middle-aged man with a permanent scowl — was waiting for him with arms crossed.
"Kang Do Jin!" the manager barked loudly, making sure everyone in the office could hear. "What the hell were you doing at Mrs. Lee's place yesterday? Two whole hours?! Were you fixing the AC or were you drinking tea with her like some rich boy?"
Do Jin stopped in front of the manager's desk and looked at him calmly. In his previous life, he would have lowered his head and apologized nervously. But today… something felt different.
"I was doing my job thoroughly, sir," Do Jin replied in a steady, relaxed voice. "The air conditioner had multiple issues. I made sure it was completely fixed so she wouldn't call us again."
Mr. Choi sneered, clearly not satisfied with the answer.
"Thoroughly? Don't make me laugh. You think you're special just because you have a pretty face? I've seen guys like you before. You spend extra time at rich houses hoping the lonely wives will give you tips or something. Pathetic."
A few of the other workers chuckled nervously.
Do Jin didn't flinch. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and smiled.
"Actually, sir… Mrs. Lee was very satisfied with my work. She even said she would recommend our company to her friends in the neighborhood. Isn't that good for business?"
The manager's face turned slightly red. He wasn't used to employees talking back.
"Good for business?" Mr. Choi slammed his hand on the desk. "What's good for business is you learning your place! From now on, I'm giving you the hardest jobs. Starting today — Attorney Park Soo Jin's villa. You know who she is, right? The Ice Queen. She's fired every single repairman we've sent in the last six months within ten minutes. If you fail this one, I'll cut your salary by thirty percent and put you on toilet cleaning duty for a month!"
The office went silent.
Everyone knew about Attorney Park Soo Jin. Cold, beautiful, extremely wealthy, and famous for her sharp tongue and zero tolerance for incompetence.
Do Jin simply nodded, still calm.
"Understood, sir. I'll handle it."
Mr. Choi laughed mockingly.
"Handle it? We'll see. Get out of my sight. And don't come back unless the job is done perfectly."
Do Jin turned to leave. As he walked toward the door, one of the older workers whispered to another:
"That kid's done for… Park Soo Jin eats guys like him for breakfast."
Do Jin heard it clearly, but he didn't react. Instead, a small, dangerous smile appeared on his lips.
The system suddenly pinged in his head with an excited tone:
[New High-Difficulty Mission Received!]
[Target: Park Soo Jin (38 years old, Famous Cold Attorney)]
[Difficulty: ★★★☆☆]
[Estimated SP Reward: 200+ if successful]
[Special Condition: She is known to kick out repairmen in under 10 minutes. Break her ice and the rewards will be massive.]
[Good luck, Mr. 49. Try not to get verbally destroyed in the first five minutes.]
Do Jin got into the company van and drove toward the upscale villa area in Gangnam.
During the drive, he thought about yesterday's events.
He had died a pathetic death.
He had woken up in a perfect body.
He had fucked a rich MILF while she talked to her husband.
And then the system had given him nothing but humiliation on the first spin.
Yet instead of feeling defeated, he felt strangely motivated.
"This time," he muttered to himself, gripping the steering wheel tighter, "I'm not going to let the system or anyone else control the pace."
Thirty minutes later, he arrived at a sleek, modern villa that looked more like a fortress than a home. Tall walls, security cameras everywhere, and a minimalist design that screamed "I have money and power."
He pressed the intercom button.
A cold, elegant female voice answered almost immediately.
"Repairman?"
"Yes, ma'am. Kang Do Jin from Seoul Repair Services. I'm here for the electrical issue you reported."
There was a short pause.
"Come to the main entrance. You have exactly ten minutes. If you can't fix it in that time, leave immediately. I don't like wasting my time."
The gate opened with a soft click.
Do Jin took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The interior was even more impressive — minimalist luxury, expensive art pieces, and perfect silence.
At the end of the entrance hall stood Park Soo Jin.
She was stunning.
Tall for a Korean woman, long straight black hair, sharp intelligent eyes, and a cold, flawless face. She wore a perfectly fitted white blouse and a tight black pencil skirt that highlighted her long legs and professional curves. She looked exactly like what she was — a powerful, untouchable attorney who could destroy lives with a single lawsuit.
She glanced at her expensive watch, then looked at Do Jin with clear disdain.
"Ten minutes start now," she said coldly. "Fix the problem in the study room and get out. I have important work to do."
Do Jin met her icy gaze without looking away.
Instead of bowing his head like most repairmen would, he gave her a small, confident smile.
"Understood, Attorney Park. I'll make sure to be very… thorough."
Soo Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had just noticed something different about this particular repairman.
The system's voice rang in Do Jin's head with clear excitement:
[Target acquired.]
[Ice Queen detected.]
[Her current emotional state: Annoyed + Slightly intrigued by your confidence.]
[Break her pride and the SP reward will be delicious.]
Do Jin picked up his toolbox and followed her toward the study room, his eyes subtly tracing her swaying hips in that tight skirt.