Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Finding the Furries!
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“Then I’ll leave her in your hands, President.”
A bright, sunny smile.
Lee Cheol-su bowed his head politely and departed.
A fresh, youthful look at twenty-seven.
The diligence of someone whose parents might be loaded but who never skimps on work.
A fundamental kindness woven into his very being.
Lee Cheol-su was definitely on the ‘good’ side of the fence when you judged people in black-and-white terms.
But nobody’s perfect.
Just like in psychology, where the overly flawless are often labeled unstable instead.
Lee Cheol-su’s hidden sexual desires veered in a direction a little different from most people’s.
Well, that’s neither here nor there.
“Whoa, whoa, boss! Two premiums in a single day!”
Kim Yang grinned, clutching the contracts in both hands.
Reneah and Lee Cheol-su.
That made two 5-million-won deals sealed in one day.
I’d told Lee Cheol-su there was no rush today, but he’d been grateful that I’d pegged his tastes so well.
He’d signed on the spot without a second thought.
And Reneah, too.
“What a fine young man. He’d suit me perfectly.”
Reneah nodded in satisfaction.
Too bad elves were way outside his strike zone.
‘Or maybe not?’
Just to be sure, I’d test the waters.
“We’re about to start your consultation, Reneah. Any specific conditions?”
“Didn’t I tell you? Handsome like Cha Un-woo, loaded, young, and upright.”
“Not easy to stay so true to your desires. Thanks for being upfront.”
At 1,901 years old, shouldn’t she know better than to spill it all?
“For example, what about someone like Lee Cheol-su from just now?”
“He’s right up my alley. Young, and good-looking to boot.”
“Hm. What if your match had some... unique sexual preferences?”
“......”
Reneah’s face twisted in bewilderment.
But I kept my cool, adding matter-of-factly,
“It’s a big deal. Some clients specifically want someone who can satisfy them in bed.”
Not a lie—totally real.
I’d had clients who said great sex was all it took.
“F-For example?”
“Say... animal cosplay?”
“Oh, that’s no problem at all! Meow!”
The 1,901-year-old grandma went straight into cat mode.
I pushed a step further.
“What if he wanted you to live like an animal full-time? Animal skin on your head, meowing and such.”
“......Wouldn’t I call the cops?”
Experience wins out, huh.
Sharp as ever.
“Hypothetically speaking.”
“Ugh, even then, no way. Asking me to turn beast......”
But don’t elves hang out with forest beasts all the time?
Aren’t they basically articulate animals themselves?
“But what if the guy had 3 billion in assets?”
“Should I start practicing my four-legged walk right now?”
Her Majesty flipped to beast mode on a dime.
I liked that she could toss pride out the window for the right guy.
‘Of course, it’d never fly.’
To me, Lee Cheol-su was the real deal among real deals.
No room for compromise—that’s why he’d come here, skipping the big marriage agencies.
We took everyone.
“Meooow! Meooow!”
“Hand.”
Anyway.
Leaving cat-act Reneah and the adoring Kim Yang behind, I pulled out my phone.
‘Beastkin.’
Realistically, heading up to the 5th Floor Old Martial World had its limits.
Money pit.
So, we’d hunt on the 3rd Floor.
Good thing I was a capable boss with an employee ready for times like this.
“Kim Yang.”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s the street in Seoul where beastkin hang out the most?”
She was a famous influencer, after all.
Had to know the hot spots for the young crowd.
“B-Boss.”
But Kim Yang’s face darkened.
“N-Not going to where the young kids play, right?”
“......”
“B-Boss is an uncle.”
“I’m still in my twenties.”
“For real?”
Kim Yang scanned me head to toe in shock, then tacked on,
“Spruce up a bit.”
“......”
Itaewon.
As always.
Seoul’s most open neighborhood.
The moment the sun set and the neons flickered on, it stopped feeling like the 3rd Floor at all.
Otherworldly vibes seeped from every street corner.
Martial artists from the 5th Floor Old Martial World pounded drinks at bar entrances.
Right next door, a food truck run by an orc chef wafted the scent of spicy hotdogs loaded with pungent spices.
A street alive with clashing noises.
Each racket tied to its own culture.
Itaewon.
“B-Boss. Hurry.”
Kim Yang strode ahead like a pro, her steps practically bouncing.
She came with friends “sometimes,” but it looked way too familiar for that.
At least I wasn’t the only one flustered.
Reneah was tagging along, clutching my shirttail to keep up.
“The 3rd Fl-Floor is so... dizzying.”
“So why’d you come along......”
“B-But! Gotta watch the young ones play to act young myself!”
“Don’t forget why we’re here. Beastmen hunting.”
Human-faced: beastkin.
Animal-faced: ferals.
Ferals were internet slang for furries.
“D-Don’t worry. Meracle so small, president runs around himself? N-No offense.”
But it rubbed me the wrong way?
To hide the client’s tastes, sure—but not entirely off-base.
What boss hustles this hard for one client?
‘No clients knocking otherwise.’
Just giving my all when chances came.
Streets lined with long queues at bars and clubs.
Gawking curiously when Kim Yang beckoned.
“B-Boss. This way.”
She said it was a club beastkin flocked to, so I followed.
A few folks surprisingly recognized Kim Yang.
Unspoken rule: play it cool.
[Howling Lounge]
Howling Lounge.
Sleek lettering on the sign.
Made for beastkin, judging by the line—mostly beastkin.
Spot on.
A few of Lee Cheol-su’s preferred feral types in the mix, even if rare.
Heading for the line, but the guard at the door spotted Kim Yang and waved us through.
“Good evening.”
“Ah, h-hello.”
The guard chuckled at Kim Yang’s shaky 3rd Floor dialect. They had some history.
As I followed, a thick arm barred my path.
“Sorry, sir. No entry.”
“Pardon?”
Stunned, I asked again, and he jerked his chin.
“Your clothes.”
“What about ’em?”
I’d come straight from work casual.
Pretty laid-back, yeah.
“No entry, period.”
No budging.
Kim Yang, watching with a faint smirk, hooked her arm in mine.
“My boyfriend.”
“Pardon? Boyfriend? The one you always mention? For real?”
“Y-Yeah, so let’s go in.”
“Of course. Right this way.”
Her boyfriend act got me inside.
Annoyances piled up—not just one or two—but the worst? The 1,901-year-old grandma waltzed in no problem, while I got dress-coded.
“Pfft, yeah, happens. Living for others, huh? Didn’t even think of yourself.”
She started patting my back and teasing.
Even Kim Yang stifled a laugh—no comeback when results spoke.
‘Ah, should’ve taken her up on styling.’
Big mistake brushing it off as “no need” and coming sloppy.
“Let go.”
Trying to shake free, but Kim Yang clamped tighter.
“B-Boss. This is your leash.”
“Hey.”
“R-Run off alone, you’ll get bounced again.”
“Hey!”
“Puhaha! Exactly! Stick real close! That way—!”
“Excuse me.”
Suddenly, a guy cut in from behind. Horse beastkin—ears shaped like a horse’s.
Earrings, piercings galore.
Total regular vibe.
Looks weren’t half bad.
‘B-Rank? Could dip to C depending on class.’
Bad habit, sizing people up.
Occupational hazard.
Tough to switch off, even off-duty.
Shockingly, the horse beastkin zeroed in on Reneah.
“Mind grabbing a drink with us? Looked from the door like you two don’t match.”
“Huh? Huh? Uh, yeah?”
Me linked with Kim Yang.
Reneah solo, so he figured no guy.
‘Well, doesn’t bump her grade.’
Sorry, but club pickups don’t factor into marriage ratings.
Her F-Grade age wouldn’t jump to E from a flirt.
‘Still, she craves romance—might not be bad?’
Handsome guy she wanted. Way below Cha Un-woo, but decent enough.
But Reneah just hung her head, clueless.
“Qu-Qu-Queen... uh, that’s—”
“Queen? Haha, cute. What’s your name?”
Player.
Toying with the grandma.
Me and Kim Yang backed the client’s love life, so we watched.
And then—
“Qu-Qu-Queen has a boyfriend!”
She latched onto my other arm.
“Ah, what the—”
Utterly speechless, but I felt her arm trembling against me.
“Pardon? Boyfriend?”
The guy stared me down.
Saw the two clinging, tsked, and headed back to his crew.
“Fuckin’ rich prick—grab a lounge room and flex there.”
Must’ve pegged me as some loaded dude playing two girls.
Or else it didn’t add up.
Even after he split, Reneah clung tight.
Kim Yang was the pissed one.
“Hah, now I’m the cheater thanks to grandma. I’m a sheep beastkin, y’know.”
“Comedy gold? Worried only about your image, not the boss?”
Kim Yang grumbled about becoming the two-timer.
But she shrugged it off.
“B-Boss profits.”
Fine, dropping it.
By then, Reneah had recovered, wiping sweat and puffing up proud.
“Whew! Beat that punk. Praise me!”
“Spoon-fed and still spat it out—what’s that?”
“......”
“Sigh, whatever. Not here for you today anyway, Reneah.”
So, arms linked with both, we plunged into the club.
Along the way, Reneah muttered from my side—
“Drinks? At least ten dates first.”
“First meet: forest stroll, perch on a tree.”
“Third time: hold hands—”
Ignored the grumbles.
Finally, corridor’s end—the main area.
First time in a club, but Kim Yang broke it down.
“Th-That’s the main floor. DJ. Dancing. I-I hang there a lot.”
Plenty of feral types among the dancers—the kind I wanted.
“Dr-Drinks and chats possible too.”
She pointed next.
Cocktails, beers, whiskeys.
Chiller vibe there.
Dance fatigue? Rest spot.
“La-Lastly, rooms. Don’t peek. Mo-Money black hole.”
“Got it, thanks.”
“B-Boss. Let’s da-dance.”
“Nuts? Forgot why we’re here?”
“......Not dancing?”
Ridiculous.
“Work. You hunt ferals. Reneah, enjoy yourself.”
“Don’t ditch this queen alone! I’m glued!”
Reneah clung, puppy eyes.
Why come then?
Kim Yang pouted, asking,
“Th-Then... night overtime?”
“Go play.”
“Yay!”
Kim Yang yanked Reneah along.
“C-Come on. I’ll show ya.”
“Eek?! N-No! Scary! What if strange guy chats up?”
“Th-Then say boyfriend. I always do. Sell out the boss.”
What?
Stunned by that bombshell, but Kim Yang dragged her into the crowd and vanished.
I went the opposite way—and bam, a woman caught my eye right off.
Leopard face.
Body toned, sleek, healthy—tail swishing like she was waiting for someone.
‘Working the floor, huh.’
But I was confident.
Lee Cheol-su’s tastes were niche, sure—but stellar otherwise.
Pulled my card.
Plopped down next to her.
“Excuse me.”
“......?”
She eyed my outfit top to bottom, waved dismissively—no interest from the leopard.
I handed over my card quick: not a pickup.
“Truth is, I’m in this line of work.”
She glanced at the card and smirked.
“That’s how it’s done these days?”
“Pardon?”
“No worries. I know the game.”
Ignoring the card on the table, she grinned slyly.
“I’m in the biz too. Shall we?”
“No, what’re you—”
Mid-fluster—
“Thicker mask than you look.”
The leopard snatched my wrist, yanked it to her chest.
“?!”
“Well? Get the picture now?”
Soft breasts enveloped my hand.
But that wasn’t the point.
“Huh?”
What the hell was I touching?