Ma Bongcheon had secretly drilled a hole into the best room.
He'd cleverly concealed it with lighting, wall decorations, and potted plants, making it nearly impossible to spot unless you got right up close. The hole was completely hidden behind the wall decorations, so even the cleaning staff never noticed it.
The hole led to the adjacent room, a cramped and smelly storage space. But once you got used to it, it was bearable.
I have to keep an eye on Ra Young. She can't be in danger.
Everything he did was for Ra Young.
If a guest behaved respectfully, he wouldn't intervene. But if they harassed her, he'd sneak in and give them a discreet "lesson."
He didn't stop Ra Young from going out for second rounds. It infuriated him, but he respected her choice.
Ma Bongcheon peered through the hole.
The young man had Ra Young on his right, her hand in his.
Neat black hair, a full bust, and a waist free of any excess flesh.
She wore a white, form-fitting dress with a skirt so short that a glimpse of her white mesh panties showed between her legs.
The young man reached out and draped his arm around Ra Young's shoulder, but it was fine. She smiled and didn't seem to mind at all.
That's far enough. Just drink quietly and get out.
The women's giggles echoed through the room.
Most of the girls were used to entertaining clients in their forties or older, so they were thrilled to have a young customer for a change. And when that young customer started showering them with tips, their forced smiles quickly turned genuine.
Drinks flowed, and the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.
They started a simple drinking game a number game. The penalty for losing was to strike a sexy pose.
The more provocative the pose, the more tips the man showered them with. Perhaps because of this, the women even deliberately made mistakes to get punished.
"Ra Young!"
Ra Young made a mistake during the game and had to perform the penalty.
She pulled a chair from the corner, straddled it with her legs wide apart, and leaned forward slightly, emphasizing her chest.
"As expected of Ra Young! The sexiest!"
Ma Bongcheon nodded repeatedly, and as if acknowledging her performance, he tipped Ra Young 200,000 won. Whatever else he might be, the man was certainly generous with his money.
Vrrr...
The smartphone in his pocket vibrated. Ma Bongcheon frowned and checked the caller ID.
It was the Madam.
Ma Bongcheon had no choice but to step outside the storage room.
"Yes, Madam. No, I just went to the restroom for a moment.
Ah, that troublemaker? Yes, I'll handle him. First floor? Right away. I'll take the kids and head down immediately."
Ma Bongcheon glanced repeatedly at the room where Ra Young was. He still felt lingering attachment, but there was no choice.
He led his younger siblings toward the disruptive customer.
"Sir, this is unacceptable. Please calm down. Understand?" he said, his face contorted in a scowl. Usually, this would intimidate most customers, who harbor a vague fear of gangsters.
But today's troublemaker was no ordinary customer.
"You little punk! Do you even know who I am?! Huh?! I'm a lawyer who used to be a prosecutor! Huh?!
I'm the guy who used to lock up punks like you! Crazy Prosecutor Kim Hu-an! Know him or not?!"
The drunk staggered, jabbing his finger wildly. Ma Bongcheon quickly smoothed his expression.
Damn it.
This wasn't just some ordinary drunk. It was a lawyer who used to be a prosecutor arguably even more troublesome than a politician.
If Ma Bongcheon handled this wrong, it wouldn't just be him who'd be screwed; the entire business could be shut down, and the organization would take a hit.
In South Korea, the power of organized crime wasn't what it used to be.
"Aigo! Sir! I must have misread the situation! Attorney Kim Hwan! Yes, of course I know you!"
Ma Bongcheon and his men bowed low before the drunk.
"What's that, you little punk? If you know me, why haven't you greeted me properly?
Bring more drinks! And sit down, you bastard! I've got some advice for a guy like you! What are you waiting for?! Sit down!"
Ma Bongcheon shot a pleading look at Madam, but all he received in return was her bitter smile.
Even Madam couldn't possibly be unafraid of a lawyer who had once been a prosecutor.
In the end, Ma Bongcheon had to endure over an hour of what felt like a sermon from the drunkard until he finally left. He envied his younger brothers, who had managed to slip away earlier to attend to other customers.
"You've had a rough night, Manager Ma. There's only one customer left now. He's fine, so you can go rest."
Knowing exactly who that "one customer" was, Ma Bongcheon shook his head.
"Madam, we need to finish the job properly."
"What's gotten into you, Manager Ma?"
"Why are you acting like this? I do my job properly sometimes too. Ah, I'll just go have a smoke. Dealing with that lawyer has completely drained me."
"Alright, go get some rest."
Stepping outside into the crisp dawn air, Ma Bongcheon sighed.
Fucking bullshit.
There was no glamorous life for a gangster. Once a leader of assault teams, he was now just a bouncer at a hostess bar.
If he'd been as smart as the other executives, he could have landed an easier job. But unfortunately, he wasn't that bright.
He wanted to quit on the spot, but that would jeopardize the organization's finances and invite retaliation.
"Ra Young. Is my Ra Young doing well?"
After finishing his cigarette, he headed to the storage room, where a peephole had been secretly drilled into the wall, hidden from the Madam's eyes.
"...!!"
His eyes widened to the point of tearing as he peered through the hole.
"Ahng! Ahng! It's too big! I love how big it is! Oppa, more! More, fuck me harder! Hwaaah!"
Ra Young and the young man were having sex on the table.
Both were completely naked, their bodies glistening under the dim light as they moved in a doggy-style position. Ra Young's porcelain-white skin shimmered, her full breasts swaying with each thrust.
Sprawled on the table like a dog, Ra Young cried out in ecstasy, her face flushed with pleasure.
"Ahng! Hngh! It feels so good!"
"Ra Young, how does my sacred cock taste?"
"Ahng! Delicious! I've never had anything like this before! Oppa, fuck me harder!"
"Let's get serious now."
Sung Yujin slapped Ra Young's ass with his palm.
Smack!
"Hah!"
Ra Young's hips bucked. Sung Yujin continued to spank her sensitive buttocks while thrusting deep inside her. Each slap made her vagina clench tighter.
"Ah! Ra Young's pussy tastes so good. You like it too, right? How does it compare to the dicks you've had before?"
"Mmm... I like it. Oppa's dick is the best. No one else has one this long and thick... Ahng! Stop spanking my ass~."
"But your pussy clenches tighter every time I do. You love getting spanked, don't you? I know everything."
"No...! Hwaaah!"
Ma Bongcheon couldn't tear his eyes away from Ra Young's face, even as he felt his cock hardening. Her moans sounded like the cries of a wild animal, her face contorted with pleasure.
Her parted lips couldn't even swallow her saliva properly, and her pupils were slowly dilating.
Though Ma Bongcheon had been having regular sex with Ra Young for the past year, he had never seen her look like this before.
"Come here. Let's kiss."
The young man grabbed Ra Young's face and chest, pulling her upper body up. His hips continued to thrust rhythmically.
He turned Ra Young's face slightly backward and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue brazenly slipped into her mouth, moving with deliberate strokes. His other hand mercilessly ravaged her full breasts.
Thud, thud, thud! Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
The sight of the massive cock plunging in and out of Ra Young's vagina burned vividly into Ma Bongcheon's eyes.
Ma Bongcheon bit down hard on his lip. As if refusing to acknowledge his own erection, he pressed his palm firmly against it.
"Ra Young, can I cum inside?"
"Hngh... Yes, you can cum inside. It's okay... Ah! I think I'm going to come too~."
"You know it's only been 30 minutes, right? I won the bet."
"I don't care! Waaah!"
Throb, throb. The sound effect was almost audible as the man's massive cock pulsed. Finally, it withdrew from Ra Young's vagina.
Drip, drip. An absurd amount of semen flowed out of her.
"Alright, Ra Young couldn't last an hour either, only 30 minutes. That's 3 million won. And as punishment for failing, you get a photo with me."
The man pulled out his smartphone and ordered the woman next to him to take a picture. He handled Ra Young's limp body like an object, posing her for photos: kissing her, burying his face in her breasts, and even reinserting his cock into her vagina for another shot.
After a full three minutes of posing, he grinned with satisfaction.
"Ra Young is my fuck buddy now."
Blood trickled from Ma Bongcheon's tightly clenched lips.
I have to kill that bastard. If I don't, Ra Young's life will become hell.
Ma Bongcheon remained in the warehouse for another two hours, until Sung Yujin, satisfied, began to dress again.
"Cheolwoo, Daehyeon, let's bury someone today," Ma Bongcheon said, his face gaunt as he emerged from the warehouse.
Cheolwoo and Daehyeon were his direct subordinates and closest brothers, as well as comrades who had committed murder together. Both men, hardened gangsters who had weathered countless trials, had fierce expressions and bodies covered in small scars.
"No. What's this about all of a sudden?"
"That's right. Don't just spring this on us explain yourself."
Even when told to commit murder out of the blue, they didn't immediately refuse but asked for the reason. Ma Bongcheon felt a flicker of emotion but spoke coldly.
"You know that young punk who came to the room today?"
"Ah, him?"
"What did that bastard do to you, ???"
"I just gave him a proper beating and left it at that."
"Exactly, ??. Murder is a hassle. It's not something we can just do on a whim."
Murder requires preparation: information on the target, a burner car, a method for disposing of the body, and more.
While the entire organization could bury a single person relatively easily, it would still take at least three days to prepare.
"We don't have time for that. He dies today."
"No, you can't just say things like that..."
"Bring the cannon car as soon as dawn breaks. For now, put the body in a bag. We can bury it in the mountains on a suitable day."
Ma Bongcheon was dead serious. Cheolwoo and Daehyeon, sensing his intensity, were slightly taken aback. Their impulsive and hot-tempered boss had never acted like this before.
"Hyung-nim! Calm down first..."
"300 million."
"...Huh?"
"300 million. There was 300 million in that bastard's bag. I saw it with my own eyes when he pulled out the money in front of Madam earlier."
"..."
Cheolwoo and Daehyeon exchanged glances. They barely earned 1.5 million won a month and that was an improvement. In the old days, they often didn't get a single penny from the organization.
"Let's split it 100 million each. You guys deserve to handle some real money for once. How long do you think you'll keep playing watchdog and when will you ever save up this kind of money or become executives?"
Gangs outwardly profess loyalty, because it sounds cool. But in reality, it's all about money. Money sparks conflicts, drives murders, and fuels betrayals among brothers.
One life is worth 100 million won.
To an ordinary person, this would sound like a cheap joke, barely worth a scoff. Maybe 1 billion won would be tempting, but no one would want to become a criminal for just 100 million.
But Cheolwoo and Daehyeon were different.
They knew their situation all too well. With no education and criminal records, finding a decent job was nearly impossible.
Even if they managed to get hired, it would be backbreaking work for meager pay.
They were both approaching their forties.
A lump sum of 100 million won was far from insignificant. Besides, they had already committed murder once and gotten away with it.
"...Hyung. Is it really 100 million won?"
Cheolwoo asked, his eyes already turning fierce.
"Why would I lie to you guys? Cheolwoo's eyes tell me he's in. Daehyeon, what about you?"
"...Hyung, we've been building our bond for twenty years. It'd be a shame to leave me out of something like this."
Of course, if it hadn't been for the 100 million won, even Ma Bongcheon wouldn't have considered murder.
"Cheolwoo, grab your tools. Daehyeon, since you don't have a getaway car, bring your van from home for now."
"Yes, Hyung."
Watching his brothers move with practiced efficiency, Ma Bongcheon turned toward the warehouse. He knew there was a perfect bag inside for disposing of the body. And he needed to check on the bastard's condition.