Corporate Villainy: Trampling Protagonists as a Business Dad

—Six days earlier—

Jin woke up in a hospital bed with a splitting headache, but before he could even take in his surroundings, another wave of splitting pain crashed over him—this time far worse than before. The agony tore through the crack between his butt , forcing him to grip the bedsheets with white-knuckled desperation. Jin screamed, he had never experienced anything so excruciating in his life. It felt like someone had shoved and opened an umbrella inside him.

A nurse came rushing in moments later. She possessed a charming, cute face framed by pink hair that flowed like silk, her big breast bouncing as she hurried in with an expression that perfectly balanced innocence and professional seriousness. Normally, Jin would have been drooling at the sight of such beauty, but today was different—this childbearing like pain left no room for anything else in his consciousness.

"Looks like the anesthesia's effects wore off and you woke up. Stop moving; I'll give you another dose," she said with practiced efficiency.

Jin gritted his teeth and struggled to remain still, though his body convulsed uncontrollably, his hips trembling like he was being possessed by a TikTok dancer who was just promised a thousand dollars. She administered the injection just above his hip with practiced speed and surgical precision. Within moments, the drug's effects began to take hold, and Jin finally drew a deep breath of relief. He had been positioned on all fours like a wounded dog, and when he glanced back at his predicament, he was left stunned by both his pathetic condition and the angelic vision caring for him.

As the pain gradually subsided and he managed to sit upright, Jin felt his heart skip several beats. The way the soft hospital lighting caught her pink hair like a halo, the gentle concern radiating from her eyes, the graceful fluidity of her movements—it was like witnessing a goddess descend from the heavens. His pulse thundered in his ears, and for a precious moment, he forgot all about his public humiliation and physical agony. This was it— his love at first sight, just like in those romantic movies he secretly watched. Cupid had fired his arrow straight through his heart at the absolute worst possible moment, but somehow it felt like his destiny.

"W-What is your name, beauty?" he asked, wiping away his drool.

Upon hearing his question, she frowned slightly—even her disapproval looked endearing. "Inappropriate. What do you mean by 'beauty'? Address me as nurse." Her tone wasn't harsh; she'd clearly heard such comments countless times in her profession.

"Ahem, yes, so nurse, how should I address you?" His heart was beating rapidly.

"I am Nurse Sophie. Doctor Bheem and I will be in charge of you until you are discharged from the hospital."

"Oh?" A corner of Jin's mouth curled up into what he hoped was a charming smile. "I will be in your care then."

Before he could elaborate further, an obese man in a lab coat entered the room. He wore thick glasses and studied Jin with the fascination of someone observing an extinct animal coming back to life. A chill ran down Jin's spine at the man's intense scrutiny.

"You are finally awake, you have been unconscious for the whole day " the doctor said, his face lighting up with joy like seeing a long-lost friend.

"Ye-Yeah, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Haha, how could I not? You are a celebrity and the most discussed person online. Your shi— ahem, your feats are spread far and wide."

Jin was bewildered, but every instinct screamed at him to avoid this topic at all costs.

"Wh-What do you mean?" Though he asked, his heart was pounding frantically with dread.

"You really don't know? How is that possible?" The doctor almost offended quickly pulled out his phone and began searching for something.

Jin broke out in a cold sweat. The uneasy feeling in his chest grew stronger with each passing second.

"Look," the doctor shoved the phone in front of his face.

And then he saw it. [A viral video with more than 50 million views. #BROWNAPOCALYPES A young man creating a brown fan art in a luxury store. People screaming and running in terror. The interviews from the survivors. Mall's closure for a week.]

"Ahhhhhh!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as he grabbed the phone and with all his strength threw it out of the window. Dr. Bheem was dumbfounded and was about to get angry when.

"NO... NO... NO NO NO THIS IS NOT ME. T-T-THIS CAN'T BE ME!" His voice grew hysterical.

Dr. Bheem was left stunned and finally he sighed while shaking his head.

"Sorry, young man. I didn't know you had dissociative amnesia."

"Doctor, do you mean the condition where a person cannot remember important personal information due to trauma or stress?" Sophie asked, her hands clasped together in front.

"Yes. Correct. He has to get over his trauma, or he will be stuck like that for an indefinite time." Dr. Bheem nodded with a bitter smile.

"Leave him alone for now."

"Oh, okay."

"...And bring me my phone."

No, there's no way that's me. It's definetly not me. How can it be me? How can this happen to me? He refused to believe it all but no matter how much he denied it, deep down he knew in his heart, the truth, the facts that won't change.

The whole day passed with Jin refusing to eat, drink, or even shi— shift an inch. He lay there like a corpse, staring at the ceiling with hollow, lifeless eyes, his mind trapped in an endless loop of denial and despair.

"Stop wallowing like this and get up already!" Sophie snatched the blanket away from him. Her angry expression resembled a frustrated kitten trying to appear fierce.

"I can't... everyone saw... everyone knows..." Jin's voice was barely a whisper.

Sophie's expression softened considerably. She pulled up a chair beside his bed and settled down. "Listen to me carefully. What happened to you was unfortunate, but hiding under blankets won't change reality. You're alive, you're healing, and you have a choice about what comes next."

Jin slowly turned his head toward her, his eyes teary. "Don't you... don't you feel disgusted by me?"

"No," she replied with unwavering seriousness, her voice firm and resolute.

"Don't you want to laugh at me?"

"No," she repeated, her expression remaining completely sincere.

Jin studied her face intently, searching for any trace of deception or hidden mockery. Finding none, he felt emboldened enough to ask the question that had been burning in his mind: "Do you... do you want to have a baby after marriage?"

Sophie's innocent eyes blinked in bewilderment and confusion. "No... Wait, Yes… Wait, Wait, why are you asking that?"

"Ahem, just curious," Jin replied, attempting to appear nonchalant while his heart hammered against his ribs.

In that transcendent moment, Jin felt like he had encountered his destined life partner, the love of his existence. This angel who refused to judge him, who saw past his public humiliation—she was absolutely perfect. His mind was already racing with vivid fantasies of their future together.

"My shift is over; I'll be going first. Anyways, you stay strong and don't lose hope so easily."

As she left, Jin was lost in thoughts about her and about what had happened to him. He was feeling much better now. After he dealt with the culprit, he would propose to Sophie and... just thinking about it made him hot inside. Seeing his 3-inch batman, the dark knight rising, he pulls down his hospital gown and started comforting himself while planning his future with Sophie in his mind.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The following day, Jin awakened to another wave of tearing pain, and once again Sophie administered her tender—ahem, anesthesia dose. After contemplating throughout the sleepless night, he could pinpoint only one explanation for his catastrophic incident. The water. It was definitely the water he had consumed minutes before at the store. He could clearly recall her face—that treacherous intern who had handed it to him with such innocent deception. That bitch would pay dearly for this humiliation, he thought, grinding his teeth with barely contained rage. The only obstacle was his current bedridden state.

As if the universe had heard his desperate wishes, an elderly gentleman entered the room, followed by a procession of doctors bowing respectfully in his wake. The distinguished man moved with the measured gait of advanced age, his slightly stooped frame supported by an ornate gold-engraved cane that caught the light with every step. His weathered face bore the wisdom of decades, while his impeccably tailored suit spoke eloquently of his majesty, wealth and unquestionable status.

Jin's eyes widened in astonished recognition. This was the very same old man Jin had saved few days ago—the one who had collapsed on the sidewalk with a heart attack while countless pedestrians walked by indifferently or started shooting with their cameras. Jin had been the sole person to stop and help, carrying the man all the way to the hospital when no one else would offer assistance.

Jin was stunned, and they exchanged warm greetings filled with mutual recognition. The old man explained that he had witnessed the viral video and immediately remembered Jin, the young man who had saved his life. After making inquiries, he had discovered that Jin was admitted to one of the hospital chains under his ownership and had personally come to visit.

Jin was overwhelmed with surprise and then profound joy in his heart, realizing that he had actually rescued such a wealthy and influential old man.

"I have something that might help with your recovery," the old man continued, producing a small, ornate box. "This is a spiritual healing pill. It should help accelerate your healing process."

The doctors behind him murmured in amazement. Such pills were rare and also expensive enough to buy an SUV.

"No No, how can I take this..." Jin protested initially, though his eyes betrayed his greed for the miraculous medicine.

"Nonsense! You saved my life. This is the least I can do," the old man insisted.

After the old man insisted twice more, Jin finally accepted the precious gift.

They chatted for a few minutes and Jin finally asked the question in his mind.

"Uncle, forgive me, but I still don't know your name," Jin said respectfully.

The old man smiled mysteriously and handed him an elegant business card before leaving with his entourage.

When Jin saw the name written in gold lettering—Shahkuk Khan—he took a deep breath. This was the father of Selmon Khan, the ruler of Sector 11, one of the most powerful men in the entire city.

After consuming the spiritual healing pill, Jin felt liquid fire coursing through his veins, spreading warmth throughout his entire body. His injuries began healing at an unprecedented rate, torn tissues knitting themselves back together, and his depleted strength returning with each passing heartbeat. The debilitating pain and the swollen cave that had tormented him began to fade like a bad dream, replaced by a surge of vitality he had never experienced in his entire life.

"Time to find that bitch," he whispered to himself, his eyes blazing with renewed determination and the intoxicating promise of sweet revenge.