Jang Yi-soo (5)
A woman of breathtaking beauty stood before me—the kind of seductive creature who, working the streets, could have lured every passing man straight into the red-light district. She was blatantly baring her flesh, striking one provocative pose after another.
Is this really me? My sex had been flipped outright by Hae-na's hands, and I could only marvel at the woman staring back from the mirror. My one regret was that instead of an S-line figure—curves in where they should go in, curves out where they should come out—I had a blocky, lumberjack slab of a body, straight up and down.
"It's not finished yet."
Hae-na stuffed a handful of padding into my chest and another into my hips, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. Last of all, my oversized frame went into a black dress for a trick of the eye—and the illusion came out surprisingly convincing.
I couldn't help but admire it. "...You're really good with your hands."
At this point it wasn't stage makeup anymore. It was a full-blown disguise.
"I told you, didn't I? Anything done with these hands, I'm confident about." Hae-na dabbed at my face with a makeup sponge as she spoke. "Maybe it's because your face is so pretty—the makeup's sitting really naturally."
Even if my figure fell a bit short, a face like this—pretty enough to pass for a once-in-a-generation beauty—would more than make up the difference.
I spun a full circle before the full-length mirror like a princess. "Don't you think I'm too tall, though?"
At my current height of 183 centimeters, being so tall for a woman felt as awkward as walking on stilts. Height itself was the one thing even her gifted hands couldn't fix.
But Hae-na brushed it off like it was no problem at all. "It's fine. Tall women are Jang Yi-soo's type."
Timed to when the black-way bosses' gathering would be breaking up, we finished our preparations and set out for the mansion where the meeting was to be held.
As we drew near the venue, black vans loaded with prostitutes were just rolling through the mansion gates. Our own car eased quietly into the line and joined them.
A black-way thug tall as a lamppost strode over and rapped on the driver's window. "Out. Everybody off."
Hae-na's face was known to them, so from here on, I had to go in alone. Wait until it's just you and Jang Yi-soo, she'd told me, and I turned those words over in my mind as I stepped out of the car and melted in among the prostitutes.
"Follow me."
Some thirty prostitutes, myself included, moved under the tall thug's escort. Black-way thugs of every different affiliation were posted throughout the mansion, and among them were Yisu Gang members, bustling about with faces wound even tighter than the rest. When I sharpened my hearing, the Yisu thugs' hushed exchange came through.
"Word is, Hae-na and Maeng Su-ho set a fire and broke out."
"We'll hold off reporting to the Boss until the meeting ends. At the very least, have those two bastards dragged back here before then!"
"Understood!"
Word of our escape was out, and the Yisu Gang seemed to be on high alert. Idiots. They have no idea I've already infiltrated this very place. Tsk tsk.
Our destination was a hall of considerable size. At a huge table sitting solitary in the center, five men including Jang Yi-soo sat eating their meal. Only five occupied the table, yet more than twenty bustled about waiting on them. The black-way bosses were merely eating and chatting as though it were any ordinary day, but a murderous air rolled off them all the same, and my skin prickled.
"Get in there and line up in a row."
The tall thug barked his instructions at the prostitutes. We took our places at a respectful distance from the bosses, standing in deferential silence—waiting to be chosen.
The bosses, for their part, showed no intention of pausing their conversation just because the women had arrived. Only now and then, between bursts of chatter, their eyes would flick over to scan the figures and faces of the prostitutes they would soon be taking.
I stole a glance at Jang Yi-soo. His snake eyes, brimming with lust, lingered on me for quite a long while before sliding on to the next woman.
Just in case, I had gone so far as to dust Jang Yi-soo with Charm Powder. There's no law saying it only works on women.
Before long after the item took effect, Jang Yi-soo reacted. "Now that we've said what needed saying, shall we bring things to a close here?" It was Jang Yi-soo cutting the meeting short.
"Fine by me."
"Then, may I make the first pick?" This was about the prostitutes.
"Hehehe. It seems Boss Jang is feeling quite worked up."
Jang Yi-soo didn't bother denying it, just huffed a dry cough. "Ahem. I'll take the tall woman over there in the black dress."
The woman Jang Yi-soo pointed at was me. At his words, flickers of disappointment crossed several of the bosses' faces, as if their first pick had been snatched out from under them.
But one of them wasn't about to swallow his choice so meekly. "Hold on, Jang Yi-soo. I was about to pick that woman myself." The voice cutting in belonged to a woman. Judging by their towering frames alone, I'd taken all five for men—but mixed in among the black-way bosses was a single woman. She was Heo Seong-hee, Boss of the Seonghui Gang, one of the pillars of the Black Alliance.
The Yisu Gang and the Seonghui Gang were nearly even in strength, and their home turf bordered each other—so even here at the meeting, Heo Seong-hee clashed with Jang Yi-soo at the drop of a hat.
"Heo Seong-hee. I do believe I already said I'd made my pick."
"And I never approved it."
"What? Approve? Since when do I need your approval?"
Jang Yi-soo slammed a fist on the table and shot to his feet. Heo Seong-hee rose right back at him, refusing to be outdone—her body sheathed in muscle from head to toe, and she stood a full head taller than Jang Yi-soo, no less. Sparks flew as the two bosses' gazes locked.
"What's gotten into you two? It's only a matter of who takes a woman to bed—one of you could graciously yield and be done with it..." The middle-aged man who headed the Black Alliance stepped in to mediate, but neither Heo Seong-hee nor Jang Yi-soo looked the least bit inclined to give an inch.
As the mood turned ugly, I stepped forward. "I would like to entertain the gentleman in the black suit."
"Hey! A lowly bitch like you doesn't get to butt in here!" Heo Seong-hee snapped.
When I threw my support behind Jang Yi-soo in a voice sweet as a nightingale's, he turned to Heo Seong-hee with a smile drunk on victory. "You hear that? The woman says she'll choose me."
But I caught it—Heo Seong-hee's eyes deepening for an instant at my words. "...Now that I look properly, she's not my type after all. I'll yield." Heo Seong-hee said, settling back into her seat.
Jang Yi-soo took it that she was saving face—cooking up an excuse to retreat after being denied her pick. "Don't take it too hard, Boss Heo. In return, I'll turn a blind eye to the little mess your people stirred up in our district this time." In high spirits now, Jang Yi-soo addressed her by title instead of name.
After that, the selection ran its smooth course. The bosses each picked out two or three prostitutes and led them off to their rooms. Heo Seong-hee chose a full eight.
Watching the receding backs of Heo Seong-hee and her eight women, Jang Yi-soo murmured under his breath. "Any bitch who follows that dyke won't be working for a while. Tsk tsk." Oblivious to his own habits, he clicked his tongue at Heo Seong-hee's twisted appetites.
"I've got something after today that'll need my strength, so one will have to do. You—come along." Having chosen me and me alone, Jang Yi-soo headed for his room.
The room I was led to was enormous—the ceiling a good five meters high, the floor space easily past two hundred square meters. Thick walls. A man as infamous for his freakish tastes as Jang Yi-soo had apparently been assigned a room with exceptional soundproofing, the kind no scream could escape. Perfect. That means I won't have to worry about hearing Jang Yi-soo's screams, either.
Without the faintest inkling of that thought, Jang Yi-soo asked me, "Want to wash up first?" Then he added with a lecherous grin, "Or shall we wash together?"
Looking at that stupid face of his, I could tell the Charm Powder had well and truly taken hold—his pupils had drifted slightly out of focus. "Boss, before that... there's something I need to say..." I drifted toward him with soft, gliding steps. To him, it would look like a butterfly fluttering seductively his way. I brought my hand to the dagger hidden at my crotch.
"Stop." Jang Yi-soo raised a hand, halting me. Did he catch on? His hand dipped into his breast pocket. Going for a weapon? But what Jang Yi-soo drew out was a small glass vial. Without a word of warning, he tipped it back and began to drink it down.
Glug, glug. "Kuh-hah! Now that's the stuff." A thick silhouette swelled against the front of Jang Yi-soo's black suit trousers. He undid his belt and let his trousers fall, and a cock of monstrous size reared its head toward me like a cobra sighting prey.
"Come closer." Jang Yi-soo took a step toward me. "That pretty face of yours... that height... I like every last bit of it." So feverish was his excitement at the thought of devouring me at last that even his voice trembled. "The truth is... from the moment I first saw you... I've been... aching... to hold you." He stripped off his top as well, leaving himself utterly naked. "No need... to wash. I want... to breathe in your... unwashed... raw flesh." His hands, brimming with desire, found my bare skin—and sent a revolting chill through me.
