Minsook's Schemes

Meanwhile.

The storeroom stank of damp cardboard and stale detergent.

Ms. Baek, the school cleaner, stood with her back to the wall, her tired face pale under the flickering fluorescent light.

She was pushing forty, with crow's feet etched into the corners of her eyes and sagging tits hidden beneath her faded uniform.

Her hair was tied in a messy bun, streaked with gray.

Not ugly. Just used up.

"You don't want to lose this job... do you, ajumma? You see, I only need one word, and my father will kick you out."

Minsook's threatened hand stroked his six-inch fat cock.

He leaned against the metal shelf, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes flicking up and down her trembling body.

Today he lost face for the first time, his respect was gone, so now he needed to vent his anger.

"N-No... please, I... I'll do anything..."

Mrs. Baek was a widowed woman with the responsibility to feed two kids at home.

"Anything?"

He stepped closer, until she could smell the cheap cologne clinging to his uniform.

"Then turn around."

Her breath caught, eyes darting toward the door.

Minsook chuckled.

"Nobody's coming."

A slow grin spread across his face.

"They're all busy eating... like good little sheep. Also, my men are outside."

Ms. Cho-Baek's hands clenched into fists—but she obeyed.

Her fingers trembled as they went to the buttons of her uniform, slowly peeling the rough fabric away.

Underneath, her bra barely held her sagging tits—loose flesh spilling from the cups.

Her thighs were thick, veins faintly visible under pale skin.

She looked... pathetic.

Just how Minsook liked them.

"Hands on the wall."

Her breathing quickened, hot and ragged.

He stepped behind her—flicking his cigarette to the floor—then grabbed the waistband of her panties, yanking them down to her knees.

The smell of sweat and cheap soap filled the air.

Minsook's cock hardened instantly.

"You should be grateful," he muttered, unzipping his pants.

"A used-up slut like you... getting fucked by a high schooler."

She squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks burning with shame, but for her kids, she had to endure.

"I... please sir...I have a son..."

Minsook spat on her bare ass, spreading the wetness with his fingers.

"And he won't get bullied... as long as you keep spreading those legs."

Her whole body shivered.

With one hand, Minsook lined his cock up against her dry slit, forcing the fat head inside inch by inch.

Ms. Cho whimpered, nails scraping against the wall.

"You better get wet, bitch," he ordered.

"Or I'll fuck your throat instead."

Tears slid down her cheeks, but her pussy clenched weakly around him, slowly slickening as he shoved deeper.

Minsook grinned, hips slapping against her flabby ass.

Every thrust made her body jolt, small gasps escaping her throat no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.

His fingers tangled in her bun, yanking her head back.

"You like this, don't you?...Slut"

"N-No...ahh.. please..."

He smirked, hips pounding harder.

"Your pussy says otherwise."

"Auugg~

Her breathing hitched, barely suppressing a broken moan.

Minsook's grin widened.

This slut was already melting on his cock.

Nobody would ever know.

Nobody would ever believe her.

And tomorrow... she'd be back to scrubbing toilets like nothing ever happened.

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One hour later.

After fucking the cleaner bitch, Minsook was in no mood to attend class.

Instead, he brooded, his mind festering with ways to take revenge on that fucking brat.

The insolent transfer student.

Sae-Joon.

Nobody.

And yet the moment that pretty boy walked into school yesterday, every bitch couldn't stop whispering his name.

Even Hyejin.

His Hyejin.

Minsook's jaw clenched, yellow teeth grinding. He had it all planned, just another rich girl with daddy's money and a head full of romance dramas.

A few smiles, some bad-boy charm, maybe a drink after school... by the time he'd dragged her to some motel, she'd be begging for him to break that tight little virgin pussy open.

But now?

She couldn't even look at him.

All because of that dead-eyed motherfucker with his lazy smirks and sharp tongue.

That bastard had crossed a line.

His mother.

Minsook's fingers curled around his lighter, flicking it open and closed. Metal clicked in the heavy silence, the cigarette dangling from his lips smoldering.

"You sure you're not just scared, hyung?"

The mocking voice slithered from the side.

Kim Doosik—built like a prison thug, three years older than anyone here. Square jaw, dead fish eyes. Rumor was he'd stabbed someone back in middle school. Nobody knew the full story, and nobody dared to ask.

Minsook's eyes flicked over, cold.

"You think I'm scared of that pretty boy?"

Doosik's grin stretched wide, gold tooth glinting.

"Nah... I think you're scared of your mommy's cunt getting stretched."

Laughter broke out—harsh, shameless.

Minsook's eye twitched.

Fucking bastards.

They all looked down on him—Doosik, the Deol brothers, the whole pack of dogs. They only bowed because his daddy was the school director. But one day... one day he'd make them crawl too.

"Shut the fuck up."

Doosik's grin didn't waver, but he obeyed. Even that psycho knew who the real king of this school was.

The others leaned in from the shadows—his jackals.

Park Namsu, wiry and twitching, box cutter always hidden in his sock.

Hwang Choryeon, bulldog-faced, silent muscle with a laugh like broken glass.

The Deol brothers—Gowu and Sowu—dumb as rocks, mean as hell.

Six dogs.

Minsook's dogs.

He flicked the lighter closed, eyes narrowing.

"Today... we jump him after school."

Doosik snorted.

"That's it? What, you wanna slap him around a little?"

Minsook's smile stretched thin.

"No... I want him crawling."

His cigarette flared as he took a slow drag.

"I'm gonna break him... then I'm gonna make him kiss my fucking shoe."

The gang grinned.

Doosik leaned in, voice low.

"And if he doesn't?"

Minsook's eyes flicked up, cold and hard.

"Then we'll see how pretty he looks with a broken jaw."

Park Namsu's ratty laugh filled the silence , high and jittery.

"Hyung... if he's got the balls to talk about your mom... maybe you should go fuck his."

Laughter.

More laughter.

But.

Minsook didn't smile.

He stared out at the skyline, cigarette burning low between his fingers.

"...I will."

The laughter died.

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Hours later.

The school day dragged on.

By the final bell, the whole building was thrumming with the restless hunger of kids desperate to escape.

Minsook made his way to the toilet on the third floor—the one nobody used unless they wanted to smoke or fuck around.

The air reeked of piss and mildew. Flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.

Minsook leaned against the cracked sink, cigarette smoldering between his fingers.

Sae-Joon's voice still echoed in his skull.

[I'm your future stepfather.]

[Your mom's still got that hot actress body...]

His teeth clenched.

That fucking bastard.

The door creaked open.

Two freshmen shuffled in, soft-looking little rabbits.

Minsook's head tilted slowly.

"Oei."

They froze.

"You two."

Wide eyes darted toward the exit.

"W-We just need to—"

"I didn't ask what you needed."

He flicked the cigarette butt at their feet.

"Lick it up."

The smaller boy's face went pale.

"W-What...?"

Doosik snickered from the corner, leaning against the wall like a shadow.

"You heard him, little piggy. Pick it up... with your tongue."

The taller boy took a step back, glasses slipping down his nose.

"P-Please, hyung... we didn't—"

Minsook's boot lashed out—smashing into his shin.

The boy collapsed with a cry.

"You think I give a fuck what you did?"

He grabbed the smaller one by the hair, forcing him to his knees.

"You little rats breathe the same air as me... that's enough."

Hot urine trickled down the boy's leg.

Fear was better than respect.

The tongue flicked out—barely brushing the filthy tile.

Good.

But then—

Clatter.

A sound from the stall at the back.

Minsook's head snapped up, eyes narrowing.

Doosik straightened from the wall, fingers curling around his switchblade.

"There wasn't anyone here before..."

Slow, trembling footsteps echoed out.

A boy stepped into view, small, black-haired, fair-skinned.

Pretty in that soft, weak way.

A phone was clutched in his shaking hands, camera still recording.

Minsook's blood turned to ice.

"You little fuck."

The boy's eyes went wide—then he bolted.

"Jisoo, run!"

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( End Of This Chapter)