Chapter1 : "JANG TAESOO "
"P-please! I'm begging you! D-don't kill me!"
The middle-aged man's voice tore through the quiet office, raw and desperate. Bruises bloomed across his face and arms, dark against clammy skin, as he scrambled backward across the cold tile. Every step was futile, yet he tried — desperate to put distance between himself and the man seated before him.
"Ssshhh…"
The sound was soft — barely a whisper — yet it froze him in place. His eyes widened in terror as they met the man in the leather armchair, who sat casually, calm, and impossibly cold.
Jang Taesoo leaned forward slightly. His gaze pinned the man in place like a predator examining prey. Mr. Oh's knees shook as he sank toward the floor, and Taesoo's lips curved into a slow, sharp grin.
"Mr. Oh… Did you really think I'd let you slip away twice?"
His voice was smooth, low, devoid of panic or anger — which made it far worse.
"I-I'm sorry! I-It won't happen again! Please spare me! T-The safe… it was already broken open when I got there… I never thought those bastards would turn on me!"
Tears streamed down the man's face, and snot stained his collar. Taesoo did not flinch. He already knew the story in every detail. Without looking away, he lifted a hand, gesturing with two fingers. His secretary stepped forward, pressing a silver lighter into his palm.
"Hmmm… You people never fail to amuse me. Did you ever think about what you were getting yourselves into?"
He brought a cigarette to his lips, flicked the lighter, and drew in the flame. The brief glow illuminated his face, calm and unreadable, before he leaned forward to light the tobacco.
"W-well… we thought it would be easy to run from you… But we were wrong! Please, let me go this time! I-I'll help you find the others — every last one of them! Just… let me live…"
Mr. Oh's forehead nearly touched the floor as he bowed, body trembling in sobs. Taesoo watched silently, a slow thrill running through him at the sight of complete submission.
Finally, he stood. His polished shoes stopped inches from the man's head. With a sharp tug, he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it back.
"Aaahhh! P-please! Spare me… I want to live… I don't want to die!"
Tears smeared the dirt on his face, leaving muddy trails in their wake. Taesoo leaned down, letting a slow stream of smoke curl into the man's terrified eyes. His own gaze, red and sharp, held nothing but cold amusement.
The man broke completely. Taesoo straightened, kicking him lightly aside.
"Ah… disgusting."
He tapped ash from the cigarette onto the floor, observing the trembling figure.
"Well… can't be helped. What to do with you, though? Should I deport you or cut off your limbs and let you bleed out"
Mr. Oh's face drained of color. His lips quivered.
"P-please! Just… deport me! Don't kill me! Spare my life!"
Taesoo chuckled low, dragging in a slow puff of smoke. Power. Fear. Obedience. It always thrilled him, and his blood raced with the rush of control.
After a moment, he spoke again.
"Fine. I'll give you two days. Bring me every name, every location, every file. Be late by a minute… and you'll wish I had finished you today."
Understanding dawned on the man. He swayed on his knees, ready to collapse entirely. Taesoo waved a hand at the men along the wall.
"Throw him out. And have someone mop this floor."
Minutes later, the sobbing man was gone. The office returned to its tense quiet.
Hyunjin stood at attention.
"Sir — what would you like me to do next?"
Taesoo leaned back in his chair, tapping ash into the tray, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling. A dark grin spread across his face.
"Call them. My Muses. I want them in my office now. I'm in the mood for… a little exercise."
Before Hyunjin could reply, Taesoo reached out and pulled him forward, seating him on his lap.
"Ever thought of joining them, Hyunjin? You've got the discipline I like — perfect for training. But…"
He paused, tilting his head, eyes sharp.
"Looking at you like this actually turns me off."
Hyunjin froze, then carefully stood and adjusted his suit jacket, bowing deeply.
"Sir, I am happily married. I've been loyal to you — and to your father before you — for years. Please respect my personal space."
Taesoo smirked, letting the corners of his lips twitch.
"Sure, sure. I'm not a homewrecker… oh wait — maybe I am. Hahaha!"
His laugh echoed off the walls as he leaned back, cigarette in hand. Normal? He had never been, and never cared to be.
Jang Taesoo was a master manipulator, born into a world where control and deceit were not learned — they were inherited.
From childhood, his family trained him to be ruthless, cunning, and calculating. They honed his ability to read people, exploit weaknesses, and use charm as a weapon. Over time, his emotions were sharpened into tools rather than burdens, every reaction measured, every expression deliberate.
The Aurora Consortium was no mere business. It was a shadow empire that wielded violence, intimidation, and manipulation as effortlessly as others signed contracts. Loyal followers and enforcers carried out his family's will without hesitation, ensuring obedience through fear as much as loyalty.
To Taesoo, the Consortium was more than legacy.
It was his playground.
A place where he sharpened his instincts, tested his limits, and expanded his influence. New pawns were always entering his reach. Those who crossed him learned how deeply his web could trap them. Some survived the experience. Others did not.
The rule was simple: Taesoo only ended a life if it was worth killing for.
Years of conditioning and refinement had turned him into a force no one could afford to underestimate — as the man dragged out moments ago had learned the hard way.
But beyond the Consortium, Taesoo built something else. Something far more personal.
A private website.
To outsiders, it would be dismissed as explicit entertainment. To Taesoo, it was art — a stage where he could express his true nature without restraint. Access was limited to those with wealth, influence, and the good sense to remain silent.
To protect his identity, he wore a gas mask, turning anonymity into part of his allure.
The mystery only deepened the obsession.
His upbringing shaped his desires in three fundamental ways:
First — to break people down.
Second — to train them into obedience.
Third — to mold them into exactly what he wanted.
Those who met his standards earned a title: his Muses.
For many, becoming a Muse was whispered about, envied, desired. For some, it became their entire purpose. At first, the arrangement thrilled him. He searched carefully for candidates who could meet his expectations. A few came close.
None ever exceeded them.
Over time, his indulgences began to feel predictable.
Stale.
So he threw himself deeper into the Consortium, refining his control until no one in his world could rival him.
"Tell them to come straight to my office—already prepared. I don't want to waste time. We have a raid planned soon."
Taesoo's voice carried unquestionable authority.
"Yes, sir. Right away."
Hyunjin bowed deeply and turned to leave. Taesoo remained seated, leaning back as his body finally relaxed.
"Should I read while I wait?"
He spoke to himself—a rare idle thought. Lately, he'd developed a new hobby: reading novels. It was one of the few things that quieted his mind.
He stood and moved to his desk, settling into his leather chair. Opening the left drawer, he revealed a worn book.
Lost in Paradise.
A grin tugged at his lips as he ran his fingers over the embossed title.
"How many times have I read this damn thing? I'll look like a total nerd if I keep at it."
He'd gone through the novel more times than he could count, memorizing every twist and ending—yet it never lost its grip on him.
A low chuckle escaped as he opened the cover, only to catch his reflection in the mirror beside the desk.
"What a fucking joke… making me look like a dumbass just for reading."
His scoff was cut short by voices and footsteps in the hallway. He set his book aside, fingers tapping lightly against the polished desk as the door swung open slowly. His expression shifted—sharp, predatory. He knew exactly who was coming.
Three men and two women filed in, clothes immaculate, posture careful. No dirt marred their appearance, no hesitation slowed their steps—but he spotted the subtle restlessness beneath: shoulders tensed, breaths already uneven, eyes immediately seeking him out.
"Come here"
Taesoo said, his voice calm as still water. Seated behind his desk, he looked like a predator calling his pets to heel. The group moved toward him in unison.
"I haven't seen my Muses for a while."
They drew closer, and he watched them move with easy focus until they stopped before his desk.
"So… Did you prepare yourselves?"
"Yes."
Seonwoo answered too quickly, his voice thick with obsessive devotion. "Always."
Minho clenched his jaw, holding back before speaking up.
"We didn't know when you'd call for us—it felt like you were ignoring us."
His eyes widened as he realized what he'd done. Seonwoo was supposed to lead the group; talking without permission was a misstep. Taesoo's eyes narrowed, one eyebrow lifting. Unease rippled through the room.
"Is that a complaint? Did I give you permission to run that mouth?"
Silence fell heavily over the space. Everyone tensed. Eunbyeol swallowed hard, desperate to salvage Minho's mistake—he couldn't bear to disappoint the man who owned his mind and body. The others felt the same.
"Forgive him, Hyung. We just… we missed you so much."
Everyone nodded in unison. It was true.
Leaning back in his chair, Taesoo studied them for seconds that stretched into minutes. Then he stood, and the shift in height alone made them straighten instinctively, eyes glued to him.
"Did all of you forget how to act around me…" He scoffed, shaking his head mockingly.
"Waiting makes you sloppy. Emotional. Know your place."
He paused, pinning them with a gaze as sharp as glass. The trio fidgeted under his stare.
"Strip."
The single word sent a jolt through them—nerves warring with excitement. They obeyed without hesitation, and elegant, form-fitting lingerie was revealed beneath their clothes: tailored to their bodies and his taste, highlighting curves and lines rather than fully exposing them.
"Hmmm… Still flawless as dolls. Good."
A grin pulled at his lips as his eyes drank in the sight, pleased by the provocation.
Across the office, the women moved toward the couch by instinct. They knew their place—Taesoo's beast-like stamina outmatched them, and only the male Muses could come close to keeping up.
"You can start as well," he said. "Once I'm done with these three, you'll take their place. We'll cycle back and forth until I'm satisfied."
They nodded weakly and settled onto the cushions. Taesoo turned his focus back to Seonwoo, Minho, and Eunbyeol.
"Sit." He pointed at his desk.
The men exchanged knowing glances before settling onto the smooth surface—like a carefully prepared feast. He stepped close enough that they could feel the heat radiating from his body, and all three leaned forward in near-perfect sync.
"Looking desperate already. Oh my."
He chuckled low.
"This is what happens when I leave you waiting too long."
Seonwoo's hands twitched at his sides.
"It's not just that. We… we thought you forgot about us."
His face was calm, but yearning blazed in his eyes.
"Y-you didn't call or even reply to our messages."
Minho stuttered, still nervous from his earlier mistake.
"We got worried, Taesoo-hyung."
Eunbyeol clutched the desk edge, gaze locked on Taesoo's face.
"Forgot?"
Taesoo repeated quietly—his voice calm, but heavy with seriousness. All three froze, sitting rigid.
"All of you belong to me. Who decided I'd forget what's mine?"
He reached out, veiny fingers tracing Seonwoo's thigh slowly. Seonwoo gasped, his whole body twitching at the contact.
"Still that sensitive? Cute."
Taesoo laughed.
"Even after all that waiting."
"It's because it's you…"
Seonwoo murmured, face flushed as he stared up at him.
"Good."
Taesoo shifted his touch to Eunbyeol next, gripping his face gently.
"Hyung…"
Eunbyeol's breath hitched, his hands nearly reaching for Taesoo's arm before he stopped himself.
Then he turned to Minho, his hand wrapping around the man's neck and tightening his grip.
"That's for talking back to me earlier."
Tears pricked at Minho's eyes as his hands trembled, grasping for something to hold onto while his breathing grew ragged.
"Augh!… I'm… ack… sorry…"
Taesoo sneered, eyes bright with amusement at his reaction. He pulled his hand away and stared down at all three—they looked like perfect dolls tailored just for him.
"Should I take off my clothes?"
They nodded eagerly, swallowing hard as desire warred with nerves. Slowly, Taesoo shed his coat, suit jacket, and dress shirt—revealing broad shoulders, defined muscles, and intricate tattoos that covered his chest, back, and arms. His dark trousers stayed on, emphasizing his dominance.
Tall and commanding, he filled every inch of space in the room. The three scrambled to their feet, crowding around him to help finish undressing his upper body, their eyes drinking in every line of him—hunger plain on their faces.
"Look at you three. What a lovely reaction…" He laughed low, leaning into Seonwoo. "My darlings are being bold today."
Their eyes lit up at the word.
"Don't forget," Taesoo continued, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "You're not here to demand. You're here because I allow it. Understand?"
"Yes"
They said in unison—but he could see it still: the hunger, the frustration they tried to hide, the raw need.
"Good boys. Now listen carefully."
He smiled, praising them.
"I'll decide who gets my attention tonight."
Flickers of hope and jealousy crossed their faces as their minds spiraled with visions of being chosen. Taesoo watched, satisfied.
"Now show me how you're meant to act."
He leaned close, and all three mirrored his movement. His grin widened as he moved toward Seonwoo—their faces so close their noses nearly touched. Seonwoo's whole body tensed; he could feel Taesoo's breath against his skin, and his impatience for contact burned hot.
Their lips were barely an inch apart when the door burst open.
Tension snapped. The mood shattered completely. Taesoo spun around sharply.
Hyunjin stood in the doorway.
"Sir—we have a situation."
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