Lee Hwa-soo's True Identity (2)
“There. Feeling a little calmer now?”
When I came back to myself, I was sitting in Lee Hwa-soo's luxury sedan. My ears were still burning red with unresolved fury, rough breaths tearing out of me, but my head felt a little clearer than before.
If I had to grab him by the collar again… could I even do it?
“Jin-woo, you suspected I was only after Seung-yeon's body, didn't you?”
Suspected? I'd seen it with my own eyes and turned that suspicion into iron certainty. If he tried to bamboozle me with more bullshit, I was ready to throw a punch right then and there. I didn't want to dance to his tune any longer.
“.....”
“It's understandable. Completely understandable. I was the same way at first.”
“At first…?”
“Aren't you curious what I actually do? Why I do this kind of work?”
“Ah.....”
Even if he hadn't offered, I'd planned to dig it up myself. Something important was about to come out of him; his expression had grown calmer than before.
“Would it be easier if I put it this way? I walked the exact same path you've been walking.”
“The path I've… walked?”
“Yes. Extremely similar, in fact. I was an ordinary company man just like you.”
“What…?”
“A deputy at a tiny mid-sized firm, no less. My salary was probably smaller than yours is now.”
“Then how…?”
I didn't even finish the question. Lee Hwa-soo already seemed to know exactly what I was about to ask. The luxury sports car, the sprawling penthouse—things an ordinary office worker would never touch in a lifetime—he owned them with casual ease. Even the clothes on his back screamed comfortable wealth. And the high-end sedan we were sitting in right now was a completely different model from the sports car last time.
“Well. I figured you'd be surprised. Perfectly natural reaction.”
He nodded as if my expression had been entirely predictable. The faint smile on his face looked, for some reason, almost bitter.
“Jin-woo, have you ever heard of Neto University?”
“Neto… University…?”
“Yes. It even made the news for a while.”
“Ah…!”
Neto University…
A fragment of news from a few years back flashed through my mind—the scandal that had set the whole country buzzing. A couples' debauchery club calling itself Neto University had been raided, and its organizers arrested. The place had been so extreme that people couldn't stop talking about it for weeks.
What really made headlines was the way the system itself was structured.
They'd divided everything into departments—swapping, orgies, SM—and recruited “new students” as if it were an actual university. It had been surprisingly organized, with hundreds of member couples. The scale had been enormous.
“I know it. Saw it on the news. A gathering of sexual deviants…”
“That's how the media spun it, yes. And to outsiders, I suppose that's exactly what it looked like.”
“What does any of that have to do with you, Hwa-soo…?”
“I founded Neto University.”
“What…?”
Fuck… what the hell is this now.
Lee Hwa-soo delivered the bombshell without the slightest tremor on his face. The man was a born actor; he could look you dead in the eye and not even blink. And yet, somehow, everything he was saying right now landed with real persuasive force.
Lee Hwa-soo was the founder of the Neto University that had shaken society—the man once called “the Chancellor,” worshipped by every pervert in the country. In other words… the king of degenerates?
“I made a great deal of money founding Neto University. That's how I've maintained this level of wealth.”
“How did you… end up creating Neto University?”
The question burst out of pure curiosity, completely independent of the conversation's flow.
“If I started that story, one night wouldn't be enough.”
His face twisted as if old memories had surfaced. Whatever the beginning of Neto University had been for him, it clearly wasn't a fond recollection.
“What I actually want to say is that I have a proposal for you, Jin-woo.”
“A proposal…?”
“Founding Neto University alone doesn't explain how I made this much money. The real reason was the VIP members.”
“VIP members…?”
“It never made the news, but many of Neto University's members were quite prominent people. University professors whose names you'd recognize, politicians, hospital directors, even high-profile celebrities. Neto University was a platform for people who'd spent their lives hiding abnormal sexual desires.”
“A platform…?”
“You know the kind—like delivery apps or hotel booking sites. An intermediary platform. We connect married people.”
“Ah.....”
Suddenly the structure of Neto University clicked into place. Connecting husbands and wives to each other and taking a cut… According to Lee Hwa-soo, Neto University was essentially a sex platform, and he himself was a broker of sex.
“But why are you telling me all this…?”
“Now we get to the real point. You think I seduced Seung-yeon behind your back, don't you?”
“Yes. And that's exactly what happened. I've seen it with my own eyes more than once…!”
For a second Seung-yeon's face rose in my mind—still being skewered on Jangwoo's cock even now—and the knot of rage in my chest nearly exploded. I wanted to sprint straight to that public restroom, grab her hand, and drag her out of there.
“I didn't seduce Seung-yeon.”
“Who the hell would believe that…!”
“My final target is you, Jin-woo. And today I'm going to tell you why.”
“What…?”
What kind of bullshit is this now. Is this suddenly turning into BL? But for all the absurdity of the words, Lee Hwa-soo's face didn't so much as twitch. If anything, the way he stared at me with wide, unblinking eyes carried a startling seriousness.
“I'm going to give you a chance to change your life.”
“My life? What the hell are you talking about right now!”
Irritation flared hot and sudden.
“Neto University has relaunched as Season Two. Season One was a nightmare thanks to all the amateur couples who didn't know what they were doing. This time it's far more private—a gathering exclusively for VIPs. And I want you and Seung-yeon at the center of it.”
“What… what are you even saying.”
Hearing my name and my wife's name right after news of Neto University's revival felt deeply alien. Yet Lee Hwa-soo's expression still radiated pure, undiluted seriousness.
“It's exactly what it sounds like—a proposal. I can guarantee you roughly three times your current salary.”
Even though he spoke each word with crisp clarity, I still couldn't quite grasp what he meant. He wanted to use me and my wife to rebuild Neto University…? More than that, the promise of triple my salary rang out with perfect clarity.
“Is this… a job offer?”
“Ah. Not quite.”
The corner of his mouth lifted as if he found my reaction adorable. The earlier gravity softened a fraction.
“Think of it less as employment and more as freelance work. You'd be signing a contract with us.”
“A contract?”
“Yes. A completely transparent, crystal-clear contract. Knowing the Jin-woo I know, I figured we could actually talk this through. Would you like to hear the terms?”
“.....”
Lee Hwa-soo reached into the back seat, pulled out a briefcase, and extracted a prepared contract. The way he handled it looked exactly like a high-performing salesman pulling out a loan agreement.
“Read this. You can choose whichever conditions you want—starting from the very softest.”
He thrust the contract toward my face. The document headed Neto University Contract was packed dense with clauses and terms.
Prior to entering this agreement, all contents and written particulars of this contract are classified as strictly confidential both internally and externally. Should this clause be violated, Party B shall accept whatever disposition Party A determines, with no right of appeal.
1. Under the terms of this contract, Neto University shall be designated Party A, and the contracting party Kim Jin-woo shall be designated Party B.
2. Party A shall issue directives to Party B, and Party B shall provide services in accordance with Party A's instructions.
3. Party B may freely select the services he will perform from the following tiers:
— Soft: Initial exposure such as no panties / no bra, and quasi-dates
— Normal: Outdoor exposure and quasi-sexual acts
— Hard: Couple swapping, SM, group orgies, etc.
— Premium: Anything else a VIP desires (prior consultation required)
4. Party A shall pay Party B appropriate compensation.
— Monthly compensation: to be negotiated separately
— Signing bonus: 20,000,000 won
What the hell is this…?
The very first clause was already absurd. The entire contract and its contents classified as top secret? The stench of illegality hit me from the opening line.
When the hell did he put my name in here?
An obligation to provide services…? What kind of “services”?
Fuck… what is this.
Cold sweat started sliding down my back again. Even though I was staring at the contract with my own eyes, the words written on it refused to settle properly in my head.
He's seriously shoving this at me and calling it a contract?
“What the hell is this supposed to be!”
“Read it all the way through.”
Even when I shouted at him, Lee Hwa-soo didn't flinch. If anything, his expression still looked almost leisurely.
“I'm done. I don't need to read any further.”
“Read it to the end.”
“Huuu…”
His hand settled on my shoulder. The chill of his palm sent a cold shiver down my spine.
Signing bonus… twenty million won?
T-twenty million?
Lee Hwa-soo must have caught the way my eyes locked onto that number. The corner of his mouth twitched in a silent smile.
“The signing bonus is the baseline for choosing Soft. It goes higher as you move up the tiers. Cash paid immediately. Monthly compensation is separate. At minimum you'll be guaranteed three times your current salary. And if you ever get named by a VIP, I can personally guarantee several times that income.”
“.....”
For a moment no coherent words would leave my mouth. Lee Hwa-soo's offer skimmed through my mind and instantly flipped into a calculator.
How much was my salary again…
Signing bonus plus monthly pay—it was by no means a small sum. Instantly the loans I was barely chipping away at on a single income, and every other debt hanging over me, rose to the surface.
“Jin-woo. With you, this will never be a contract that puts you in debt. You and Seung-yeon have already done a fair amount of this, after all.”
“.....I refuse.”
“Do you really think you can go back to the way things were? Or is it that you genuinely want to go back?”
“What are you talking about. Of course we have to go back.”
“Even if you could, Seung-yeon never will. She crossed that line a long time ago. You know that perfectly well, don't you?”
“......”
So this is what he was aiming for all along. I wanted to deny every word, yet nothing came out easily. Just as he said, the wife I loved was probably still right now being filled by another man's cock, thin strands of her juices dripping down.
“It was a scheme. Approaching me and my wife…”
“No. You were the one who ‘asked’ me, Jin-woo.”
“.....”
Extra weight settled on the end of Lee Hwa-soo's sentence.
I asked for this…? Did I really?
Even the beginning of the neto had grown so hazy I could barely remember it. Somewhere along the way the neto had become so natural it was simply part of my daily life.
“Even so, this still feels… wrong.”
“I never expected you to decide right here and now. Organize whatever questions you have. I'll answer them.”
“.....That won't be necessary.”
His absolute certainty grated on me. The way his confidence kept landing dead-on was starting to piss me off.
“I'll send Seung-yeon back to you soon.”
You fucking bastard…
Today made it crystal clear. Lee Hwa-soo's true identity. The reality of the man I'd been so desperate to understand finally stood in sharp relief.
He was a devil wearing a savior's mask. The devil who had forced his way between me and my wife.