Hunter Supporter Kang Hae-bin (4)
"Whoa, that's impressive?"
I was watching Kim Jeong-jin's situation, and it looked like he'd taken out a loan from a loan shark or something—he'd dumped 500 million won into Bitcoin. Could he even borrow that much? Well, whatever. The deeper he falls, the easier this gets for me. If he's going that far, it just works in my favor. I figured he'd borrow from a bank, but it seems like he tapped other financial sources too. And then Bitcoin starts tanking. His phone screen fills with longer and longer red lines. The coin just keeps plummeting without end.
Knock knock.
"Come in."
"Ah, hyung, you're here?"
The door opened, and Sang-min hyung walked in. No matter how many times I see him, that handsome middle-aged look is always striking. He ages so damn well.
"Yong-jin-ssi, I've collected all of Kim Jeong-jin's debts."
He set a thick stack of papers in front of me—the thickness was intimidating. How many places had he borrowed from? It had to be at least 3 cm thick.
"So now I'm the creditor for all of Kim Jeong-jin's debts?"
"Yes, that's correct."
Alright, now it's time to go meet Kang Hae-bin the supporter. On the screen, Kim Jeong-jin's situation was spiraling straight to hell. But he was clinging to that last thread, barely hanging on—like it was intentional or something. Watching him frantically buy and sell made my heart ache a little. It reminded me of myself back when I was deep into stocks. But oh well. He'd already crossed the point of no return.
I picked up the papers from the table and stood.
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I transformed into a black thug and arrived at a nondescript apartment building. I took the elevator, pressed the floor I wanted, and got off when it arrived. Without hesitation, I rang the doorbell in front of the door I was heading to.
Ding-dong~
The cheerful chime rang out. I already knew Kang Hae-bin the supporter wasn't at work today—she was taking a day off at home.
[Just a moment~]
She opened the door without even knowing who it was—no fear at all from Kang Hae-bin the supporter.
"What brings you here?"
The door swung open, and out came Kang Hae-bin the supporter. My eyes were inevitably drawn to her chest. Those perfectly voluptuous tits, the kind every guy dreams of, seemed to jiggle with an audible sway. At home, she dressed even more casually than last time—same micro shorts, but the top was sleeveless, exposing her arms, shoulders, and deep cleavage.
"I'm here about Kim Jeong-jin. Mind if I come in?"
She seemed a bit surprised by my fluent Korean.
"About my husband? Come on in."
I was disguised as a 2-meter-tall black guy with a scary face, and she just lets me into her home like that? She needs some education.
Kang Hae-bin the supporter led me inside and seated me at the table. After a moment, she brought over some light tea and set it in front of me. She sat across from me, and I pulled out the documents from the bag I'd brought.
As I laid out the papers, she tilted her head, watching curiously. I arranged them neatly in front of her for easy viewing.
"What's all this?"
"Would you mind reading through it slowly?"
"...Huh?"
Kang Hae-bin the supporter realized these were debt documents related to Kim Jeong-jin.
"This is... what?"
She flipped through them in disbelief, confirming each one. As time passed, the edges she gripped started crumpling. Her pupils trembled, and she covered her mouth with one hand. I get it. Kim Jeong-jin's total debt now exceeded 2 billion won. Even for a first-gen magical girl like her, that's a massive sum. From what I'd checked on her assets, she'd donated every penny she'd earned from her magical girl days upon retirement. What a good girl.
Drip, drip. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down Kang Hae-bin the supporter's face.
And then the final page of the documents she was staring at: Kim Jeong-jin's body pledge of abandonment. I'd been shocked myself when I first saw he'd signed that. Who'd have thought he'd borrow to that extent? But he was already lost to gambling fever.
"As you can see from the due dates, time's running out. But since we couldn't reach Kim Jeong-jin, I came in person."
"Is... is all this true?"
Tears streaming down her face, she looked at me—her ruined makeup only made her more stunningly beautiful.
"The fact that you didn't know about this... means you don't know he got fired from his company either, right?"
"What? My husband got fired?"
As expected, Kim Jeong-jin hadn't told Kang Hae-bin the supporter a thing. Even though they were married.
"It's been a little while since the firing."
"...No way."
"Hm... Has Kim Jeong-jin not been coming home much lately?"
"N-no, he always comes home..."
"Then, would it be okay if I wait here until Kim Jeong-jin gets back?"
".....Yeah, I need to ask him what the hell is going on anyway. If this is real."
She seemed shell-shocked by the sudden events, head bowed over the table in silence for a bit before picking up the phone to call somewhere. Probably his company. I wondered if Kim Jeong-jin would even show up today. By now, most of his investments were probably wiped out. Would he run?
Time passed, and in the quiet house, a sound echoed.
[Vehicle has arrived.]
So he hadn't sold the car yet. Signed a body pledge but kept the car? Ah, probably collateral.
A bit more time passed, and footsteps approached the once-silent house. Then the sound of the passcode being entered.
Click.
"Hae-bin-ah, I'm home. Hae-bin-ah?"
He must be used to her greeting him at the door every time. Kim Jeong-jin called for her right away. He kicked off his shoes and stepped inside, then froze when he saw me.
"Wh-who are you? Hae-bin, who's this guy? Never seen him before? Why's a foreigner in our house?"
"Jeong-jin."
"A friend? Or did you call someone to fix something in the house?"
"Jeong-jin."
He panicked at the sight of Kang Hae-bin the supporter staring at him with puffy, tear-swollen eyes.
"Wh-what? You cried?"
"Is all this true...?"
Her hands shaking, Kang Hae-bin the supporter handed him the crumpled documents. The moment he took them, Kim Jeong-jin jolted in shock.
"Why is this...? N-no, no, this is fake."
"You went to the office today."
"Ah~ Y-yeah, I did great. Finished work early today and came home quick. Yeah, yeah."
Kim Jeong-jin waved his hands frantically, desperately denying it with a panicked face. He looked pathetic. She'd already verified it, and here he was lying right in front of her.
"I called earlier. The company you worked at."
"Huh?"
"You got fired two weeks ago. They said you owe 300 million in compensation. Why didn't you tell me?"
"No, th-that's something I can handle."
"300 million?"
"I swear, I have this thing going on right now—it's huge, money's gonna roll in easy. 300 million's nothing."
As Kim Jeong-jin desperately made excuses, Kang Hae-bin the supporter raised her voice for the first time.
"Then what the hell is this?! Not 300 million—30 billion in debt! What is all this?! You saying all those documents are lies?!"
The tension built, and I started craving popcorn.
"No, it's... to make money, I needed that much capital. I can pay it all back."
"What? With what? What the hell is this thing?!"
"That rich friend I told you about? He tipped me off—Bitcoin. It's insane, I swear. I made 10 million in a day."
Kim Jeong-jin spat it out like rap lyrics. Her expression twisted at the sight.
"Sniff... What are we gonna do now... How do we pay back 30 billion?!"
Suddenly, Kang Hae-bin the supporter collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Kim Jeong-jin rushed over, hugged her, and soothed her.
"It's okay, I just made a little mistake. I can earn it back quick. I've got it all figured out now—only the good trades left."
He stroked Kang Hae-bin the supporter's hair.
"So, uh... could you take out a loan in your name?"
Whoa, he drops that bomb right now? Legendary.
"....What?"
"I swear, all that's left is making money. Just need capital, and 30 billion's pocket change. I turned 10 million into nearly 100 million. Your credit score's top-tier—you can borrow a ton. We'd make 30 billion in no time. So, loan in your name, yeah?"
What the hell happened in two weeks? How does a normal guy plummet this far? Is gambling addiction that terrifying? Secret loans, gambling, debt mountain—and now asking his wife to loan in her name?
"Jeong-jin... Snap out of it. Bitcoin's gambling. We owe 30 billion already, and you want more loans? In my name?"
"What do you mean gambling?! It's like stocks! Stocks! And we're married. Husband's in a bind— you can help, right?"
"Stop, just stop. Jeong-jin, we stop here. What if I take the loan and it fails too? We lose everything?"
Kang Hae-bin the supporter stood, lightly pushing Kim Jeong-jin away to create distance.
"It won't fail, I swear! We can be rich. Just once, help me out? I've never asked you for anything before?"
He dropped to his knees before Kang Hae-bin the supporter, clasping his hands in plea. Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes.
"...Absolutely not."
She spat the words and headed into what looked like the master bedroom.
Bang!!
Click.
The door slammed shut with a loud thud, and she locked it.
"Fuck... We've been married for years, and you can't even help with this? Wait, maybe she will?"
Kim Jeong-jin grumbled irritably, then suddenly thought of something and started rummaging through the drawers under the living room TV.
"Found it!"
In his hand: what looked like Kang Hae-bin the supporter's ID card, seals, and bank books.
This bastard's total trash. Good thing it'll make this even easier.
"By the way, mister, what the hell are you here for? You showed this to Hae-bin?"
He scowled, pointing at me accusingly. I grabbed that finger and squeezed.
"Aaaah! Aaaack!!"
"I'm the owner of every debt you took out—the creditor. You weren't answering, so I came myself. Remember the body pledge expires next week?"
"I-I knowww!! Let go, let go!!"
I released my grip, and he crumpled, clutching his finger.
"If Hae-bin loans in her name, 30 billion's easy. Just wait a bit—I'll pay it back quick. Hell, we'll make more and live large. Watch me."
Yeah, watch. watch. It's already hell there. Just hand over Kang Hae-bin the supporter, and we're good.
"Fine. I'll come back in a week. Don't run—my guys will be tailing you."
"Tch. You'll see!"