Chapter 46: From Upper Body
Ding.
The elevator opened slowly. Caleb stepped out—worn hat, black mask, an easy gait... but his eyes were sharp and cold in the shadow.
Then he saw her.
A middle‑aged woman was walking gracefully down the same corridor. A tight red blouse hugged her like a bulletproof sheath, her high heels clicked steadily on the marble floor. Her hair was pinned into a neat bun, her makeup subtle, her smile professional. Strong. Authoritative.
Maya.
Caleb paused.
His breath tightened.
Blood burned under his skin.
Maya passed by him without looking back, without reacting. But her perfume hit him—expensive, sharp, like poison wrapped in luxury.
Why was she here...?
They passed one another.
Caleb understood.
...Oh. I see. Everyone in this office is trash‑talking me... because of her.
His eyes narrowed.
Of course. Maya controls everything.
Caleb swallowed his emotions. His gaze followed Maya as she entered the elevator, her back straight, full of control. They brushed past like two worlds that didn’t intersect.
But as the elevator began to close again, Caleb glanced back.
A smile slowly formed beneath his mask.
"This revenge... it’s getting closer. Only one step left. One more old whore to play."
His step changed.
Lighter.
More cunning.
He turned down the left corridor toward Jane’s office.
The room was empty. Through the office glass, Jane—the MILF who would be his current prey and his tool in the future—sat holding her phone. Caleb smiled and walked up to the door.
"Open Hijack Hub."
[Ding!]
[Hijack Hub — Ready]
[Mode: Single Target Hijack]
[Duration: 10 Minutes per Hijack Point]
[Target to be specified by command]
A transparent keyboard appeared in the air. Caleb flexed his fingers. His expression blank. Cold.
Then he began to type.
[Janitor must clean the entire room, including the room owner’s body. Work includes full sexual service, as that is part of their job description.]
He paused for a moment. Caleb’s eyes flicked to the duration panel.
The system now had a new feature.
Duration could be adjusted.
[Duration: 10 minutes | 30 minutes | 1 hour | Custom]
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Heh. Let’s make it full service... a full hour of work."
His hand tapped the one‑hour option.
[Duration: 1 Hour Selected — Consumes 6 Hijack Points]
Without hesitation, Caleb pressed [Enter].
[Ding!]
[6 Hijack Points Consumed]
[Hijack Active — Duration: 1 Hour]
Caleb pushed his cleaning cart slowly. The wheels squeaked faintly against the polished marble floor.
One hand gripped the mop handle. The other tugged slightly at his black mask. His steps were calm—far too calm for someone on the verge of completing a chain of revenge.
Jane’s office glass wall was now in sight. Inside, Jane sat sideways in her chair, lounging while scrolling on her phone. One leg crossed, a paper cup of coffee resting beside the keyboard.
Her lips moved slightly—chewing gum maybe, or just humming. Either way, she didn’t notice Caleb’s presence.
Perfect.
Caleb slipped to the side and opened the glass door with a smooth motion. The soft chime of the doorbell got no reaction. Jane didn’t even glance up.
He entered like smoke.
The cart parked near a cabinet, and he went to work. No greeting. No small talk.
Click.
The sprayer hissed.
Wipe.
Another spray.
Another wipe.
He started with the window glass, his strokes slow, methodical. The squeak of the cloth against the pane was sharp, like tiny screams. Then he moved on to the desk, shifting pens, folders, and a photo frame. A picture of Jane smiling beside a birthday cake, hugging two younger colleagues.
Caleb’s eyes lingered on the photo a second longer than they should have.
Then he wiped the frame—twice.
Finally, Jane looked over, one brow raised. "Eh... are you new here?"
Caleb didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
He moved to the bookshelf. His hand brushed a thick binder labeled Quarterly Report — Staff Evaluation.
He pulled it halfway, flipped it open at random, then shoved it back in—its spine deliberately left facing the wrong way, just visible.
He cleaned the other file spines with clean, precise motions, like a surgeon sterilizing instruments.
Jane frowned. "You can skip this office. I didn’t schedule any cleaning today—"
Caleb stepped toward her desk chair. Jane stiffened instantly.
But he didn’t touch her.
Not yet.
He picked up the coffee cup. Still half full. A lipstick stain on the rim looked like a smudge of arrogance.
Caleb calmly carried it to the trash, emptied it, then returned. His hand wiped across the desk surface, nudging the keyboard slightly—just enough to disrupt the order, just enough to say: this is not a safe place.
Jane pressed her knees together. "What’s your name? Who... who sent you?"
Still no answer. Caleb stayed silent. But his movements grew sharper. His steps carved a pattern. Circling. Slicing her comfort zone.
He wiped the certificate framed behind her chair—Best Team Leader 2022—then the armrest of her seat.
Then...
He stopped.
His eyes locked on Jane.
One gloved hand slid back to the mop handle, slowly. Calmly. As if picking up a scalpel.
His posture didn’t change—but the room’s atmosphere did. Cold. Silent. Tense.
The AC kept humming, but Jane’s breath grew shallow.
Plak.
The mop touched the floor.
Caleb tilted his head slightly.
And stepped forward.
Caleb stood before Jane, his expression cold and unfeeling. He had already activated the hijack system, and Jane was under his full control.
She believed that what he will do is just part of his job as a janitor, not realizing the true nature of his intentions.
"Alright, let’s get started," Caleb said, his voice low and menacing. He began to undo the buttons on Jane’s shirt, pulling it off her body. "Let’s start with your upper body."
Button by button opened, her plump breast beautifully carried by bra. Caleb cock got an instant boner after staring at it.
Jane stood still, not protesting as Caleb removed her clothes.
Damn, i forget... i need to record this part, Caleb thought.