Yoon Seoho maintained a chilling, absolute stillness as his eyes pinned themselves directly to the porcelain shards littering the dark wood of the dining table.
The structural data point was glaringly abnormal: the pristine luxury plate had shattered into pieces the exact microsecond his palm made contact with the surface to set it down.
It hadn’t merely cracked under baseline physical pressure; the structural failure had been so violent that a rogue, razor-sharp fragment had ricocheted upward, cleanly slicing across the smooth skin of his cheek.
A faint, stinging line of crimson rapidly bubbled to the surface of the minor laceration.
“……What an absolutely magnificent piece of shit this situation turned out to be.”
A raw, venomous layer of irritation severely warped the corners of his lips.
He was completely unable to parse the exact catalyst, but a profound, heavily oppressive intuition was systematically whispering that an incredibly toxic, highly disruptive variable was actively racing toward his perimeter—an anomaly that promised to thoroughly compromise his agenda.
It was a standard weekday morning.
The moment Seo Yuan had unsealed his eyes, he had murmured a faint, non-committal complaint regarding a complete lack of appetite.
Intent on maintaining the physical utility of his prize, Yoon Seoho had personally stepped into the culinary sector to prepare a selection of fresh fruit—only to have his entire psychological baseline thoroughly fouled before he could even cross the threshold.
Without a single shred of hesitation, he pulled a sleek electronic paging device from his pocket, aggressively driving his thumb into the emergency localized alert.
A mere fraction of a second later, one of the elite domestic assistants assigned to the inner block materialized within the kitchen architecture, his spine bent in a rigid bow.
“You requested my presence, Young Mas—— ‘Gahk!'”
‘CRACK!’
The visual feed fractured instantly as Yoon Seoho violently smashed a heavy ceramic platter directly into the assistant’s face, the kinetic payload sending the man reeling backward.
“Who the hell authorized you to manage the inventory with this level of incompetence, hm? Speak.”
His facial features completely ruined by the impact, the domestic asset immediately forced his spine back into a deep, submissive posture, his chin pinned to his chest as a thick torrent of crimson began to wetly splatter onto the pristine floor tiles.
“Do you truly operate under the delusion that I harvest millions from our corporate accounts and pour the capital into parasites of your caliber simply to look at a defective slate?”
“I offer my humblest apologies, Young Master. Please forgive—”
“The optimized operational script dictates that you refrain from executing an action that requires a retrospective apology in the first place. Is that calculus too complex for your primitive brain to compute?”
Yoon Seoho’s dark irises violently ignited with a brilliant, predatory gleam.
Ever since he had systematically secured Seo Yuan and locked the boy within the heavily reinforced perimeter of this estate, his baseline sadism had temporarily entered a dormant, highly passive cooling cycle.
But under standard operating parameters, the hidden Vice-Leader of Exalted Church was a zero-tolerance tyrant who routinely pulverized his subordinates the exact second a single micro-variable grated against his nerves.
The final terminal metrics for any asset who triggered his displeasure were universally catastrophic.
Leaning his upper body forward, Yoon Seoho brought his visage a mere millimeter away from the trembling assistant’s face, forcing absolute eye contact.
Meeting that brilliant, hyper-volatile glare head-on, the domestic worker’s psychological defenses completely shattered, his entire frame dissolving into a violent, uncontrollable tremor.
“P-Please…… grant me a singular reprieve, Young Master! I beg of you…… s-spare my life!”
“Ah. Why must every single low-tier parasite scream with the exact same grating frequency when their metrics face termination?”
Yoon Seoho’s expression instantaneously transitioned into a look of profound, clinical boredom.
Simultaneously, the focal tracking within the assistant’s eyes completely dissolved into a blank, hollow stare.
Stranded in a state of absolute, total hypnotic thrall under the S-rank psychic payload flooding his brain, the man’s independent motor functions were systematically overridden.
His own hands rose like mechanical claws, wrapping violently around his own throat as he began to ruthlessly strangulate himself.
“Gahk…… h-heugh…….”
A series of wet, agonizing choking sounds echoed through the dead silence of the kitchen—forming a horrific, jarring contrast against the completely blank, porcelain-doll expression locked onto the assistant’s face as his own biology fought to crush his windpipe.
“This is completely unpalatable. It sounds exactly like a swine undergoing a messy slaughter. How thoroughly irritating.”
With a casual flick of his mental fingers, Yoon Seoho systematically altered the telepathic script.
The assistant’s hands immediately broke their grip on his throat, his arm reaching out across the counter to clamp around the handle of a heavy, razor-sharp chef’s knife.
The cold metal blade was smoothly hoisted into the air, its lethal point adjusting its vector to align perfectly with the pulsing carotid artery in his neck.
Just as the mechanical command was about to execute the fatal plunge—
“Brother? Is something…… is something wrong out here?”
Disturbed by the violent kinetic disruptions radiating from the kitchen, Seo Yuan stepped out of the inner sleeping quarters, his coordinates freezing the exact microsecond his optical receptors processed the bloody slaughterhouse scene.
Looking at the boy’s wide, completely terrified eyes, Yoon Seoho’s lips twisted upward into a sharp, deeply unsettling grin.
“Ah. It seems the auditory noise generated by this parasite was loud enough to disrupt our precious Yuan’s rest.”
“……What?”
“Yes, darling. Don’t worry. Brother will terminate the disturbance immediately.”
“Brother, wait! Stop—!”
Obeying the absolute telepathic command screaming in his brain, the assistant tightened his grip, driving the point of the knife down toward his own throat.
But before the blade could puncture the skin, Seo Yuan lunged forward, his hands frantically clamping around the assistant’s wrist in a desperate bid to disrupt the kinetic trajectory.
The exact millisecond the boy established physical contact with the domestic worker, Yoon Seoho’s eyebrows twitched into a sharp, hyper-lethal line.
Completely blind to the reality that he had just systematically detonated his captor’s psychological fuses, Seo Yuan began to spew a torrent of frantic, incoherent pleas, his voice shaking violently.
“I…… I don’t know what specific variable caused your equilibrium to fracture like this, Brother, but please…… can you just grant him a single reprieve? Just this once? Please, do it for me…… look at me and stop…….”
“Yuan.”
The vocalization that slipped through Yoon Seoho’s teeth was profoundly strange.
The auditory frequency remained entirely aligned with his usual soft, velvety purr, yet the underlying baseline carried a freezing, sub-zero current that sent an immediate, primitive shiver straight down the boy’s spine.
“Do you harbor a specific, personal preference for this sub-human piece of filth?”
“What? No, that’s not—”
“Then what is the logical catalyst driving you to independently initiate physical contact with a common parasite, hm? You are literally rubbing your body against his frame right in front of my face. It is extraordinarily irritating.”
“……Brother?”
“Yes, darling. Brother is right here.”
On the superficial surface, Yoon Seoho appeared entirely serene, his lips maintaining a soft, flawless curve—yet his eyes remained completely dead, entirely devoid of a single shred of warmth.
“Tell me, Yuan. Did you secretly grant this domestic cockroach access to your body while my back was turned? Did you let him drive his filthy cock straight into your pathetic whore’s cunt? Is that the current status of your inventory? Speak.”
“What…… what are you even saying…….”
“Right here. Brother is personally educating you that it shouldn’t be categorized as a mere hole anymore. It is your whore’s cunt, Yuan.”
Closing the distance in a fraction of a millisecond, Yoon Seoho’s massive palm shot down, violently clamping around the boy’s soft, pale buttocks with an iron-clad grip.
Without a single shred of gentleness, his fingers aggressively ground against the explicit contour of his private entrance through the thin fabric of his garments.
“Brother, wait! Ah…… n-no……!”
“Yes. It appears I have been managing your environment with an excessive layer of indulgence lately. My benevolence has altered your psychological programming to the point where you believe you possess the autonomy to override my commands.”
“That’s not true! I didn’t mean to—ah!”
What happened? Why is everything worded so complicatedly? It reads so differently 😅