Chapter 294
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 294
Chapter Title: The Matching Winds NTL Plan
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Using hypnosis skills that align with public common sense to reap my own benefits.
If applied creatively, things like 'Honor your parents,' 'Be loyal to the nation and your superiors,' 'Live a good life,' 'Help the elderly and weak,' 'Don't lie,' and so on.
It all depends on how you use it.
This way, it won't easily get exposed as real hypnosis, and even if it does, it'll just seem suspicious at most. And if the hypnosis somehow completely wears off by sheer coincidence, there's no real damage.
Even if the hypnosis breaks, they'll just think, 'Ah, why did I live without a shred of doubt, just accepting my wife as my wife?'
'And if it wears off by chance, I can just reapply it. Heh heh.'
And even if the hypnosis breaks, getting caught cuckolding is a separate issue altogether.
'Hypnosis emphasizing trust between spouses and lovers. Isn't that amazing? Kekeke. It's practically like a marriage counseling specialist. Kehkehke. Next time, I'll cast it exclusively on married guys with hot wives and fuck the shit out of those married women. Kickickik. Bonus: Plant my seed deep inside them.'
I'd figured out a safe way to use hypnosis skills in reality without much risk.
Now, I planned to put it to use in moderation.
At this point, my goal in reality could be summed up as enjoying NTL play, right?
'Hmm, but if possible, it'd be great if it was a couple where even if things go completely sideways and I get caught, there's still no real fallout.'
I wasn't the old me anymore; as a celebrity, I couldn't just move around freely.
Something like finding a safer route, you know?
So, after racking my brain, what I came up with was... the 'Matching Winds NTL Plan.'
It reminded me of those academy hyungs from back when I was grinding for the civil service exam—guys who cheated even though they had pretty wives or girlfriends.
'Matching winds, so even if by some one-in-a-million, one-in-a-billion chance it gets exposed... kekek, I can spin it as the pissed-off wife approaching me first over her husband's cheating. Even if it leaks, the other guy has nothing to say. He cheated first, so she's just matching winds.'
"...They say I'm a Tower trial survivor, succeeded as an alchemist, so I'll approach saying thanks for the meal back then."
The reason those hyungs bought me meals back then was to get an alibi from me for their cheating.
For example, they'd actually be with some other girl but lie that they were with me, and wanted me to back them up.
I'd gotten a free meal out of it... and backed up their lies with my track record.
'In a way, this is my atonement. Atoning in my own style. Keuhuhut. Anyway, approach like this, get them blackout drunk, dig up their girlfriend or wife's personal info and home address... if needed, use hypnosis to extract everything... kekekek. Time to enjoy some NTL play.'
With the idea fresh in my mind, I sprang into action right away.
As I left the house, I called one of the civil service academy hyungs whose number was saved in my smartphone contacts.
I remembered his wife being remarkably youthful and beautiful.
"Hey, hyung. It's me. Long time no talk. How've you been?"
-"Whoa, Seung-ho? What's up with you calling? It's been forever. You doing well? I turn on the TV these days and hear about you everywhere."-
"Hahaha. I'm good. Oh, anyway. I became a Tower trial survivor this time. You know, the alchemist thing."
-"Of course I know. I always thought you'd pull off something big someday."-
What a riot.
I vividly remembered that back then, it didn't have that nuance at all.
It was more like 'You'll end up in prison someday' kind of 'pulling off something big.'
Definitely not the 'become a great man' vibe.
'Wrapping it up like that again? Wow... guy's got nerves of steel. Kekek.'
"...Haha."
"But seriously, you survived the Tower somehow. How'd you manage? Wasn't it tough? Man, you're impressive."-
"Hahaha. Yeah, yeah. Whew, it was tough."
-"Whoa, that's badass. Wow."-
I didn't call to hear your empty flattery, punk.
Tone down the ass-kissing.
I'm calling to work on fucking your wife.
"Anyway, that's how it is. Got some money now, and after nearly dying once and coming back, I keep thinking of folks who were good to me back then. So I wanna buy you a meal, hyung. Got some time?"
-"For real? Wow, our Seung-ho really made it big. Of course I do. When Korea's most famous guy offers to buy me a meal, and he's a Tower survivor who made it back alive, I'll make time even if I don't have it."-
"Oh, works for you? How about today then?"
-"Perfect. Today? Oh, how about inviting the other guys too?"-
"Ah, sure. How about that place we used to go to a lot?"
-"Oh, Blue Moon? Still open? Sounds good. Been a while since I drained properly. The girls there are top-notch. Kekeke. Oh, you're buying today, right?"-
"...Blue Moon? ...Hmm, ...uhm, yeah, sure. I'll buy."
-"Whoa, then you're my hyung today. Seung-ho hyung. Looking forward to it. See you soon. Can't wait."-
"Kuhaha. Yeah, yeah. See you soon."
'Fucking prick. I meant the cheap chicken pub in front of the academy. Now he's pulling this Blue Moon bullshit.'
I'd naturally thought of the 'frequent cheap chicken pub.'
But suddenly 'Blue Moon'?
Blue Moon was the illegal tent-room entertainment bar the hyungs dragged me to exactly once.
Definitely not what I had in mind when I said 'that place.'
It's like a secret karaoke bar where you call in girls, drink and sing, then bang them right there in groups.
You sip booze while the girls pour and sing beside you, and when the mood's right, they climb on top for face-to-face cowgirl or reverse cowgirl.
If enthusiastic customers tip and request, they switch to missionary or doggy leaning on the sofa.
I heard extra tips get you 3P or 4P.
It's pricey, so I'd only been once and don't know details.
The building above Blue Moon is a motel, so you can take a girl up and bang in a room... anyway, that kind of place.
'Sigh, fucking asshole. I told him his young dongsaeng nearly died and survived the Tower trial, and he's still trying to scam me. This prick's passive skill is just scamming.'
Classic cheater trait.
Skimps on family, friends, colleagues, juniors, dongsaengs to spend on hookers.
'Come to think of it, back then I thought he was treating me, but he ended up passing the bill. Fucking bastards.'
The more I thought, the less grateful I felt.
When it came to fucking their wives or girlfriends, zero guilt—in fact, a sense of duty to fuck them all.
Imagining them all done and dusted brought a sense of satisfaction.
But these pricks cheat like crazy anyway.
Teaching women exploited and deceived how to match winds—doesn't that make me a saint?
Suddenly, a famous anime line popped into my head.
Something like, "Lord, please let me be a righteous thief today."
I don't have a religion, but today I'll pray like in that anime.
'Lord, please allow me to be a righteous NTL rapist today.'
From today, my nickname's Angelic Youth Neti.
Time passed, and at the illegal tent-room entertainment bar Blue Moon, I met three hyungs from the old civil service academy days.
These fuckers laid on the flattery and ass-kissing, then went full hog on the expensive course like they'd hooked a sucker ATM.
Should've stuck to one decent girl each, but they called in pricey S-class tent girls—two per side—and ordered rounds of top-shelf liquor.
Watching them, it was like they were going all out.
'...These pricks think I'm not a Tower survivor but a lotto winner? ...Ah, they saw on TV I made bank recently and plan to bleed me dry?'
I wanted to smash their thick skulls, but I let it slide to gather info and pull off the NTL cuckoldry.
'Go on, you fuckers. This is your last supper. From now on, raise the kids in your wives' and girlfriends' bellies as your own, clueless that they're mine.'
Lost in my thoughts, the bar girl on my side whined coquettishly in a nasal voice.
"Oppa~ Why aren't you focusing on me~ Hmm~? ...Oppa, you're super hot though. So tall too. ...Tower trial survivor, right? ...Here's my number—keep it secret from Madam sis. Wanna be secret friends~? A guy like you, we could meet outside...♡"
"You don't watch TV? Don't you know who I am?"
"...Actually, I do. Madam sis told me before I came in, so I clocked you. ...But celeb oppas like this roleplay... 'Damn this popularity.' ...Hing, everyone else played along knowing, sorry. But I really like you, oppa—I'm a real fan. For real. I even joined your fan club before. Wanna see? I begged the sisters on my knees for this spot.... Can't you pay a little more attention to me?"
The bar girl's hooker eyes sparkled; she seemed like a genuine diehard fan.
Well... no law saying a hooker can't be a TV star fan or idol stan...
Even if she's a fan club member, no big deal.