DDB Ch 28

Oh Kyungseok was a simple man.

His self-love was so strong that he never considered the possibility that someone might deceive him.

He seemed to believe that everything in the world revolved around him.

Perhaps if his opponent had been more experienced or stronger, he might have suspected something, but his arrogance stemmed from the belief that a young woman like Jiwoon could never be his match.

Before stepping onto the balcony, Jiwoon pressed the record button on her phone and continued talking about Florence and the Restoration Association, eliciting responses from Oh Kyungseok. She wanted to know how much influence he had within the Restoration Association and what impact he had on the decision of the disciplinary committee.

“…So, what you’re saying is that with just one word from the director, my qualifications could be reinstated?”

“Of course. It wasn’t even grounds for suspension from the start, right?”

“Even though it wasn’t grounds for suspension, I had to work on the painting forgery with Master Giottto… and that led to the decision for disciplinary action?”

“The plan was to reinstate you after everything was done. We wouldn’t just let go of a talent like Jiwoon.”

“And the entire board agreed to this?”

“All except two.”

He then kindly named the two dissenting directors.

Having gotten all the information she needed, Jiwoon smiled sweetly.

“Thank you. For explaining everything so thoroughly.”

Then, Oh Kyungseok moved a step closer to Jiwoon, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as he continued:

“As I said earlier, if Seo Jiwoon comes over to my side, I can do even more for you.”

With the characteristic lecherous gaze of a playboy, he scanned Jiwoon’s face, his eyes lingering on her lips. His voice seemed to exude the scent of butter.

“I can give you things that Baek Ishin](https://x.com/i/grok?text=shin)), still a rookie, can’t.”

What could he give that Baek Ishin couldn’t? What was there?

But this guy, he kept touching her waist since earlier.

Oh Kyungseok, blowing hot breath onto her nose, tilted his head. The smirk on his lips was disgustingly creepy.

“For instance, fantastic bedroom manners or mind-blowing techniques.”

With that, he slowly closed his eyelids.

Jiwoon looked him straight in the eye and asked:

“But…”

At some point, his hand had moved from her waist to her buttocks.

Jiwoon grabbed his wrist as he caressed her round buttocks.

“…Isn’t this sexual harassment?”

At her question, Oh Kyungseok’s slowly closing eyelids opened again.

“No, isn’t this sexual violence using one’s power? Using reinstatement as leverage?”

Jiwoon’s gaze fell on Oh Kyungseok’s hand that was on her buttocks. His gaze followed to his own hand.

“…”

“If you take one more step here, I’ll act too.”

At Jiwoon’s warning, Oh Kyungseok’s forehead wrinkled.

He paused in thought.

Who was Seo Jiwoon? Wasn’t she the crazy one who, captivated by Baek Ishin’s beauty, threw away the ethics of a restorer and declared she’d do a forgery?

A mad woman who threw herself into this vile world for one man.

“You’ll act too?”

So, if she experienced a real man, she might throw herself at him.

“…What will you do?”

Oh Kyungseok lazily curled one corner of his mouth, tightening his grip.

“Will you take off your clothes?”

The round curve nestled into his hand.

He thought she’d be flat and lacked volume, but surprisingly, her figure was nice.

His hand, following instinct, slowly kneaded the flesh. It felt so good that his lower abdomen immediately stiffened.

However, Seo Jiwoon’s expression didn’t change at all. Her face was calm, almost indifferent.

“I was taught not to endure with madmen…”

Her voice was also indifferent.

“But I won’t.”

With the sound of glass breaking, a fiery pain erupted in his head.

“Aaaargh!”

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Ishin and Heo Seungjae entered the balcony almost simultaneously, followed by Koh Misung.

The three of them were momentarily speechless at the scene on the balcony.

The sound of shattering was from a crystal vase on the balcony breaking. It seemed she had used it to smash Oh Kyungseok’s head.

Not just regular glass, but a thick crystal vase. Given its hardness, hitting someone’s head with it would naturally cause such a scream from Oh Kyungseok.

“This crazy bitch…!”

Immediately, curses came out of Oh Kyungseok’s mouth.

“It’s one thing to touch your butt, but to hit someone’s head like this…!”

As he screamed, blood flowed from his head in two streams. Checking the blood on his hand, Oh Kyungseok’s eyes widened.

“Fuck!”

Jiwoon calmly watched the scene and spoke quietly:

“I warned you. If you went further, I’d move.”

Her voice, devoid of any emotion, almost sounded like a song.

“Touching my butt when I said no is clearly sexual harassment.”

Then.

“Hold on.”

Ishin’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he assessed the situation.

“…What did you touch?”

His sharp jawline tensed, and his dark eyes glinted with a sharp blue edge.

Ishin stepped forward, snatching the piece of crystal from Jiwoon’s hand. Then, he grabbed Oh Kyungseok’s bloody head as if he intended to scalp him.

“You crazy bastard, what did you dare to touch?”

Veins and blue tendons bulged on his hand gripping the head.

Feeling excruciating pain, Oh Kyungseok flailed, hitting Ishin’s hand while screaming.

“Aaah, Director Baek, what are you doing!”

“Seo Jiwoon.”

Ishin’s voice was calm as he called her name. Then, a slightly choked voice followed.

“Did this bastard touch your butt?”

“Yes.”

“Did he just touch it, or…”

His voice, as if someone was strangling him, had no trace of patience left.

“He grabbed it. Twice…”

Before Jiwoon could finish her answer, Ishin threw a punch. Since he was holding Oh Kyungseok’s hair, he couldn’t dodge.

Crack.

The sound of something breaking was horrifying, and blood splattered, but Ishin threw another punch.

Just two punches.

His nose was broken, and teeth were knocked out.

Blood stained his white shirt collar and chin, but Ishin’s expression remained calm.

Neither anger nor passion was evident; his indifference made the moment even more brutal.

Having punched him exactly the number of times he had grabbed Jiwoon’s butt, Ishin then used the glass shard in his hand to scratch Oh Kyungseok’s right hand.

“This is the hand that did it, right?”

Not deeply, but enough to draw blood.

Ishin, scratching him like he was carving, then let go of Oh Kyungseok, who fell to the ground with a thud, screaming.

“How dare you… to a mere director!”

Ishin scoffed at Oh Kyungseok.

“You’re just a mere director too.”

“…”

“If you want to act tough, at least become the chairman first.”

“Fuck, you’re dead!”

“Try killing me then.”

Looking down at Oh Kyungseok, who was flailing and screaming like garbage, Ishin extended his hand to Jiwoon.

Jiwoon quickly took his hand.

“Let’s go.”

Gripping Jiwoon’s hand tighter, Ishin stepped on the broken crystal pieces as they left the balcony.

Tap, tap. The sound of Jiwoon’s footsteps following him echoed peacefully.