Park Chanseong left the room with a short sigh and headed toward the manager's office.
Inside sat a middle-aged woman known as Madam. She wore a white dress that accentuated her figure. Though wrinkles lined her face, consistent self-care and exercise made her appear to be in her early to mid-thirties.
She exuded the allure of a ripe fruit, a seductive and decadent aura that no ordinary girl could hope to match.
Kim Miok.
The Madam of Yeong Hyejeong. In the underworld, she was an iron-willed woman whom no one dared to treat lightly.
"I've placed him in Special Room 6," Park Chanseong reported.
Special Room 6. The only room in Yeong Hyejeong equipped with surveillance cameras.
"Good. I'm watching," she replied.
Kim Miok glanced at the wall where a thin TV was mounted. The screen showed Sung Yujin changing clothes.
"Oh my," she murmured, her lips parting slightly as she noticed his boxer briefs. The bulge beneath the fabric hinted at a substantial size, reminding her of a past encounter with a Black man in her younger days… the size was strikingly similar.
"He's no ordinary man," she said.
"I know. I saw the CCTV footage from the entrance. I was shocked..."
Kim Miok manipulated her laptop, and a portion of the screen began playing the recorded CCTV footage.
The scene showed Sung Yujin slapping a large man across the face without hesitation, then plunging a knife into his thigh without a moment's pause. This was clearly no ordinary person.
"Is Dohyeon alright?" she asked.
"Yes, I avoided the vital areas. But I'll need to rest for a few weeks."
"That's unavoidable. But who is this man? Does he know you?"
"I'm not sure. Someone with this level of skill is no ordinary person..."
Park Chanseong trailed off. With such exceptional abilities, any organization would welcome him with open arms.
"He might be a killer trained by another organization. I'll investigate."
"Is he a vampire?"
By now, anyone who needed to know about vampires already did. And there was no way she, who dominated South Korea's nightlife scene, wouldn't be aware of them.
"No. I'm certain of that. He lacked the distinctive aura of a vampire, and his canines were human."
"Then he's a Hunter?"
"Vampire Hunters don't act so recklessly. They're usually quite mild unless their target is a vampire."
"So he's an unidentified powerhouse... What could his true identity be?"
"..."
Park Chanseong fell silent. He had no information about the man. He, too, wanted to know who the man was and why he had come looking for Yeong Hyejeong.
"I'm worried about the kids. He seemed to have a terrible temper... I hope he's not using violence on them."
"I'll get my brothers ready."
"...Aren't the men we have here enough?"
At least thirty men. Every male employee working throughout the building was Park Chanseong's brother and a member of his organization. Overwhelming a single man with numbers would be an easy task.
"That bastard tried to kill Dohyeon. If I hadn't intervened, he would have finished the job. He's likely already killed before and has combat training. I want to be thoroughly prepared for any eventuality."
Park Chanseong recalled the man's gaze toward Dohyeon. It was eerily similar to a vampire's eyes, eyes that didn't see humans as human.
"In my opinion, his identity falls into one of three categories: psychopath, killer, or murderer."
"...Hoo."
Kim Miok pressed a hand to her forehead. While Yeong Hyejeong's presence had brought its share of headaches, nothing like this had ever happened before.
Times have changed. If someone dies here, it could trigger a cascade of complications. They could try to suppress it using political connections, but even that has its limits.
The best outcome was for nothing to happen at all.
"...No. Don't call the boys."
Kim Miok watched the screen. The man was sitting on the sofa, deep in thought. Her intuition told her he hadn't come to cause trouble or pick a fight with Yeong Hyejeong.
"I'll keep an eye on him. You investigate this man."
"Understood, Madam."
Park Chanseong bowed respectfully, closed the door, and left. As always, he seemed more like a capable secretary than a gangster. They say modern gangsters are elites these days. Looking at Park Chanseong, it might be true.
Kim Miok crossed her arms and stared at the screen.
Her gaze was as sharp as frost.
If anyone dared to underestimate me and come to Yeong Hyejeong with some foolish agenda, I would make them regret it.
Yet, as I continued to watch the screen, the icy coldness in my eyes gradually melted away, replaced by a strange warmth.
"Hah..."
As soon as Manager Park Chanseong left, I changed my clothes. I sat on the sofa, quietly scanning the room with my eyes.
As expected, there were cameras everywhere. Cleverly concealed as wall decorations, they were easily spotted with focused observation, thanks to my superior vision compared to ordinary humans.
Roughly five cameras, I'd say. They'll see everything I do. Hmm.
These cameras were likely unique to this room. If other rooms also had cameras or listening devices, politicians would never protect Yeong Hyejeong.
"Well, I get it. After causing that scene at the entrance, they're probably too scared to just leave me alone. Who knows what kind of trouble I'd cause if they did?"
I couldn't find any listening devices, but I was pretty sure they were there.
Not that it mattered.
Knowing someone's watching me... it's actually kind of thrilling?
I chuckled inwardly. It seemed I had a bit of an attention-seeking streak.
Time's dragging on.
As I waited, I started thinking about what had happened earlier.
I'd thought of the burly man as just a character someone existing in this fake world, like an NPC in a game.
...But was it really fake? From what I could feel, it seemed no different from reality.
Could a Hunter's abilities really create an entire world?
"...I don't know."
I simply voiced my confusion. Without any clues, there was no way to deduce the truth. Any guess I made would be nothing more than my own wild speculation.
"More importantly, he was huge. I tried to kill him."
Whether he lived or died didn't matter to me then, and it still doesn't now.
"The problem is, this could happen again. I can't just kill everyone who annoys me."
I don't want to destroy everything with overwhelming power. It might be fun for a moment, but it would quickly become boring.
"It's like playing a game with cheat codes."
You slaughter monsters and NPCs with overwhelming power. The fun lasts only a fleeting moment. Afterward, all that remains is boredom and emptiness.
There's a reason games have victory conditions. If everything goes exactly as planned, it means nothing is new or challenging.
Control yourself. Try not to kill them outright, just half-kill them.
I made this vow to myself. It wasn't just idle muttering; it was a commitment to my future "Pleasure World."
To truly enjoy a game as a game, you need to act in accordance with its world's rules, at least to some extent.
...Well, I'm impulsive, so who knows how this will actually go.
Just then, the room door opened, and women entered.
"Hello~"
Leading the way was a woman with short, wavy auburn hair. Her full lips, painted with crimson lipstick, were undeniably sensual.
Her name was Reika.
The actress playing her in reality was named Na Ahyeon.
A married woman in her late thirties with a child, she looked no older than her late twenties thanks to her diligent self-care.
She wore a tight-fitting, short red dress that clung to her figure.
Her breasts were a full C-cup. My eye for such things never fails me.
"Hehe. You're quite young, aren't you? It's rare to see a young man here~"
Hera. A woman with brown hair that cascaded to her chest, its slight volume giving her an elegant air.
She wore a black dress with a plunging back and neckline. The skirt was so short that her panties would be visible when she sat down.
Her flawless figure boasted the largest bust among the three, a D-cup.
In reality, she was an actress who had even won a rookie award in the past. Her name was Shin Hyejin.
The slight downturn at the corners of her eyes was part of her charm.
In my memory, she had a pure and innocent image, but the woman standing before me now exuded a sultry aura.
"Ah, hello. I'm Miyoung."
Miyoung, the youngest.
Her long black hair was tied back with a rubber band, framing a youthful face. Even being generous, she looked no older than a freshman college student.
In reality, she was an actress who had debuted as a member of a disbanded idol girl group. Her name was Oh Jihye.
To be honest, I still don't know which girl group she was from. Judging by my ignorance, it must have been a colossal flop.
She wore skin-tight apricot-colored leggings. The top and bottom were separate, revealing her sculpted abs with a distinct shape.
Her chest was a B-cup, the smallest among the three, but her waistline was absolutely killer.
The leggings clung so tightly that the outline of her panties was clearly visible. Beneath her innocent expression, she wore a daring thong.
"...Hah."
I let out a small breath, my body trembling with arousal. My cock was already half-erect at the sight of them.
"I'm Sung Yujin," I said casually, introducing myself. I then piled all the money I had, 15 million won, onto the table.
"Huh?"
"Let's get messy tonight."
I suddenly had a new item on my bucket list: to see the vaginas of the women before me with my own eyes and compare them firsthand to those of real-life actresses.
I threw off my jacket roughly and slowly unbuttoned the top button of my shirt.
My eyes burned with intensity. I had no interest in alcohol; my sole goal was to fuck you all.
Could she read my mind?
Reika, who looked experienced, smiled awkwardly and said, "Hey, young Oppa. This isn't that kind of place. It's just a place to drink and have fun."
Bullshit.
The dramas always portrayed it as wholesome entertainment, but that was only because South Korean broadcasting standards were notoriously strict.
But this wasn't some drama.
The best hostess bar in South Korea, without prostitution? And politicians and corporate executives just came here to drink and sing?
Anyone with half a brain wouldn't believe that.
"...Ah. Is that so?"
"Young Oppa, if you behave yourself, we'll make sure you have a great time tonight~"
I half-listened to Reika's words as I grabbed my jacket.
"Just a minute! Wait here for five minutes. I'll be right back."
"Oppa?"
I dashed out the door, impatiently rode the elevator down to the third floor.
"Oh, sir? Is there a problem?"
"No. I'm just stepping out for a moment."
I hurried out the main entrance and down the stairs.
Leaving the building, I headed straight for the nearby ATM corner, which I'd spotted on the taxi ride over.
Panting, I rushed to the ATM and began inserting my card. A middle-aged man stood beside me, but my agitated eyes barely registered his presence.
So, 15 million won wasn't enough after all. It might have been sufficient in a different room, but not here. This place won't do.
I smirked as I withdrew cash from the ATM. I repeated the process several times, moving to the adjacent ATM when one ran out of cash.
Reika. Hera. Miyoung.
These three women were the pinnacle of the entertainment industry. Money was no object.
I was now nothing more than a dog in heat, completely consumed by lust.
After all, it's not my money anyway.
One hundred million won.
I stuffed the roughly withdrawn orange bills into my jacket, bundling them up like a sack.
The man watching me was horrified, but I ignored him, grabbed the money sack, and returned to Yeong Hyejeong.
At the entrance stood a different gangster, not the hulking brute I'd fought earlier. The weaselly-looking thug saw me and startled, bowing his head.
"You've been taught some manners. Good job."
I was in a hurry. A real hurry.
The second I waited for the elevator felt like a full minute. When I finally reached the room, I felt a surge of elation.
The girls were lounging on the plush sofa, their legs crossed. Their skirts were so short that their underwear peeked through the gap between their thighs.
"Oh, Oppa? Did you just come back from the bathroom?"
"Hmm. Looks like you went outside."
I swept aside the snacks and expensive liquor on the table and placed the jacket bundle on it.
As I untied the bundle, a pile of 50,000 won bills spilled out, forming a towering mound.
A mountain of fifty-thousand-won notes. No phrase could have been more fitting.
"One hundred million won. Adding what's already here, that's one hundred fifteen million won.
Enough to have some real fun, right? Or is this still not enough?"
The girls stared at me, their mouths agape, as if I were a madman.