Chapter 111: The More You Resist, The More Excited I Get

Just as Solon had anticipated, the moment their goal was achieved, this wicked woman immediately turned hostile—utterly devoid of honor.

Not that Solon himself had any honor to speak of, but that was beside the point. He could afford to lack it—others couldn't.

Obsidian struggled fiercely, shouting:

"You humiliate me like this, and still expect me to let you go?! In your dreams!"

Solon sneered, raising his hand and delivering a sharp slap to Obsidian's face.

Smack!

"Ah!"

Obsidian let out a pained cry before erupting into curses.

"You—how dare you hit my—you vile bastard!"

Never in her life had she suffered such humiliation. Furious beyond measure, Obsidian hurled one insult after another at Solon.

Unfortunately, compared to netizens, her verbal attacks were far too tame. Solon, on the contrary, found her reactions highly amusing. Unable to resist, he raised his hand again and struck once more.

Smack!

"Ah! You bastard! Stop it!"

Even her parents had never laid a hand on her. The pampered Obsidian was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face.

"Do you understand your position now?" Solon asked leisurely.

Biting back her shame, Obsidian nodded.

Deep down, she swore to make Solon pay dearly—to make him regret ever being born.

"Let me be honest with you—the moment I first saw you, I knew you were up to no good," Solon mocked.

"Trying to freeload is one thing, but you even thought about silencing me? Today, I'm going to teach you a proper lesson in honesty and integrity!"

With that, Solon casually picked up a feather duster and brought it down hard on Obsidian.

Her agonized screams filled the air.

Though Solon appeared to be striking forcefully, the actual impact was more like tuning an instrument. It was only because Obsidian had been coddled all her life, never once beaten, that she found it so painful.

Had her clothes been removed, one would have seen nothing more than faint red marks—no broken skin, not even swelling.

But her cries were so pitiful, so genuine, that Solon's satisfaction skyrocketed. His spirit was thoroughly invigorated.

As a reward, he gave her a few extra lashes.

Only when her cries weakened to feeble whimpers did Solon finally stop.

"Punishment's over. Now, it's time for my payment."

Solon's gaze turned peculiar as he eyed Obsidian, who lay sprawled over the desk, barely able to move. He then reached out, his palm gliding over the areas he had struck.

Obsidian immediately felt the heat of his touch seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"Ngh~!"

The once-"excruciating" wounds now radiated a strange, tingling pleasure—pain and ecstasy intertwined.

"I haven't even started, and you're already like this?" Solon scoffed.

Obsidian twisted her head with great effort to glare at him.

Solon raised a brow. Oh? Still defiant?

Perfect. Nothing thrilled him more than a woman who hated him yet couldn't do a thing about it.

The more she resisted, the more excited he became.

Obsidian suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. A terrible premonition struck her—she realized what Solon intended to do.

"W-Wait! You can't do this!"

"Do you even understand the consequences?! Don't think you'll get away with it!"

"I order you to release me now! I'll pretend none of this happened!"

When threats failed, she swiftly switched to bribes.

"You want credits? I have plenty! Take it all! A hundred million? Two hundred? A billion—how about a billion?! Just let me go, and I'll transfer it to you right now!"

"Not interested in credits? Then—then a promotion! With my authority, I can elevate you straight to P36!"

As she rambled on with promises, Solon's lips curled into a cold smile. He raised the blade in his hand—and thrust it forward.

"Say goodbye to your purity."

"Wha—?!"

Before Obsidian could process his words, a searing pain tore through her. It felt as though the force would impale her clean through.

"AHHH—!!"

A bloodcurdling scream ripped from her throat.

But Solon showed no mercy.

Soon, Obsidian was in so much agony she could barely breathe.

"Weren't you so high and mighty before? Threatening to kill me? Honestly, I preferred you that way. Why don't you go back to acting all arrogant?"

Solon laughed as he exacted his revenge, while Obsidian could do nothing but wail.

...

An indeterminable amount of time later, Solon leisurely adjusted his pants.

Obsidian lay sprawled across the desk like a corpse, motionless.

Solon then picked up his phone and played back the video he had recorded earlier.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want others to see you like this. So you'd better behave from now on."

Instantly, life returned to Obsidian's eyes.

She nodded vigorously, her meek demeanor suggesting she feared even a second's delay might invite another beating.

Solon smiled in satisfaction. It seemed his "training" and psychological conditioning were bearing fruit.

He then issued his command:

"Once you return, promote me to the highest rank your authority allows. Understood?"

"Understood," Obsidian whispered.

[A mere janitor—an "old man" gatekeeper—manipulating two high-ranking corporate executives (P44 and above) like playthings. Such a staggering reversal of status could be bragged about for a lifetime.]

[Yet your innate caution prevents you from feeling fulfilled. Instead, you quickly discern the lethal risks lurking beneath.]

[If this were ever exposed, death would be inevitable. Moreover, women like Topaz and Obsidian could only be controlled for so long. The longer this went on, the higher the chance of discovery.]

[To break this deadlock, you must climb high enough—before the situation spirals out of control—leverage their influence to reach a position where, even if the truth came to light, no one could touch you. Perhaps they'd even be offered to you as gifts to curry favor.]

[A dead-end job like "janitor" certainly wouldn't cut it.]

[Thus, you seize the opportunity to propose a transfer to the "Technology R&D Department."]

Solon felt a flicker of relief. Originally, he had planned to just test the waters with a couple of random traits.

But when he saw [Focus (Blue)] and [Lone Scholar (Blue)], he wasn't sure what had come over him. He couldn't resist seeing how these two overlapping traits would interact.

One granted unwavering concentration, free from distractions. The other embodied a researcher's solitude, averse to socializing.

For someone devoted to research, these traits were godlike. Had he joined the Technology R&D Department from the start, his ascent would've been smooth—at least until he hit the inevitable ceiling.

Unfortunately, office politics were universal. Beyond a certain rank, climbing higher required learning how to toast and schmooze.

Not that it mattered now. He had already paved his path. With those two women as stepping stones, he'd face no real obstacles until he reached the upper echelons.

[One in the light, one in the shadows. Through the "joint efforts" of Topaz and Obsidian, you successfully transfer to the "Technology R&D Department."]