Prologue - Su-a, Take It Off.
"Su-a, take it off."
"Cindy?! Have you lost your mind?!"
"Su-a. Let's strip first and think later. A hundred thousand nyang is on the line."
"Why would anyone bet that much money on a single piece of my underwear?! That person must be insane! No, before that—why is the Hao Clan even accepting a request like this?!"
"...Su-a. With a hundred thousand nyang, we could all live incredibly luxurious lives! Take it off!"
"Absolutely not! Cindy!"
"....Kang-hyun."
"....Yeah, Cindy."
"Strip her!"
"Got it!"
"Kyaaak!? Darling?! Cindy?!"
"Crash!"
An older man—appearing to be in his late middle age—watched the play records of several players in Changcheon Murim. Though amusing and comical scenes appeared, the man examined every single frame with intense focus, committing each moment to memory as if he could not afford to miss even one. The replay data spanned not mere hours but hundreds of days, yet he observed every detail without exception.
The women featured in the recordings were all breathtakingly beautiful. One possessed long black hair cascading to her waist, an enormous bust that transcended typical Eastern proportions, and a perfectly balanced figure. Another was a dazzling American beauty with voluminous wavy blonde hair and an overwhelmingly voluptuous chest even by Western standards. A third carried the air of an intellectual, her wise yet expressionless, cold demeanor only enhancing her aloof and elegant allure. The last exuded confidence and exceptional talent, her balanced physique and striking face radiating self-assured grace.
Watching the female players in Changcheon Murim, the man thought to himself: They were far too beautiful. He had to make them his.
After viewing a portion of the recordings, the man paused the playback and spoke.
"Continue serving me."
"Yes, Executive Director. Haaang."
"Understood, Master. Haup."
"Chuurup... Juup. Haup... Habup...."
"Heup... Haap. Uum. Churup... Churururup. Jjoook."
In the darkened room, two beautiful women positioned themselves between the man's legs and began devotedly servicing his manhood. The man closed his eyes, savoring their ministrations as he questioned them.
"The program was installed properly, correct?"
"Lick... Yes. Don't worry. Hooeum... Unlike the previous Changcheon Murim access devices, these capsule-type units will run the program undetected and safely."
"Lick... Haup. However, as you know, Executive Director, there is a high chance that Senior Na Yu-ran will notice. That part is beyond our control.... I am truly sorry."
"That woman doesn't matter. In fact, deceiving her was never possible to begin with. Pay it no mind. But the others are certain, yes?"
"Yes. Ji-min and I have double-checked multiple times."
"Lick... That's right. Se-yeon and I poured everything into it."
"Kukuk. Good. Both of you did well. I'll reward you now—drink it all."
"Yes..♥"
"Thank you..♡"
"Kuhup!"
Byut! Byururururup! Byurururut!!!
"Haaang♥"
"Puheup.....Haeup..."
Boasting a volume of semen far beyond that of an ordinary man, he erupted, coating roughly half of the women's faces. Watching them gather the fluid around their mouths with their tongues, scoop the rest from their faces with their hands, and lick it clean, the man felt a deep satisfaction. He stroked their heads while resuming the video.
As he watched, he murmured softly.
"The time has come. Now we can begin."
On the screen, Jung Su-a, Cindy Macglen, Jung Hwa-ryun, and Na Yu-ran continued enjoying Changcheon Murim in their past forms, unaware of the future awaiting them. The man gazed at the footage and thought: He would dye them all in his own colors.