Steamy Sexual Service at the Host Bar (1)
The club music throbbed through the packed floor, a relentless pulse of bass and noise.
A sour, unpleasant stench of alcohol drifted from somewhere in the dark. Anyone who had reached S-class as a superhuman developed a sense of smell keen enough to pick up odors from a considerable distance.
The strongest being in this darkened building was, without question, Jung Sujin. And yet here she was, cowed and shrinking into herself, hovering from spot to spot with no idea where to put her body.
"W-where... where even is this...?"
"Hmm. Don't tell me this is your first time somewhere like this. How old are you, anyway?"
"T-twenty."
"What? You just barely became an adult? Ha! You really are young. Well, yeah — a place like this is somewhere you come with a grown-up."
In truth, this was Kim Yerin's first time coming somewhere like this as well. But if she let that show, the whole operation would fall apart, wouldn't it? She threw her chest out with confidence and slowly surveyed the room.
"Excuse me... ladies? Is this your first time here?"
"Get lost."
"Pardon?"
"Don't even think about trying anything. Get lost, you pathetic-looking bastards. Ugh, this is seriously disgusting."
A few males had latched on at the mere sight of Jung Sujin and Kim Yerin's faces. But these were failed men — evolutionary leftovers who weren't even permitted to exchange words with a superior female, let alone breed. They couldn't manage a proper conversation if they tried.
"Ptooey."
"Wha...? Th-this is—!"
Kim Yerin spat in the face of the failed male who had dared to speak to her without knowing his place. It was the absolute maximum courtesy she was willing to extend.
Too far gone in their breeding-addled lust to understand even that, the males raised their fists. This one had at least made it into the ranks of superhumans. He could overpower a woman with slender arms.
"I told you to get lost."
Of course, Kim Yerin was no ordinary woman. Instead of a fist, she flicked her index finger and cracked the man across the forehead. A sickening CRACK rang out, like a baseball bat swung at full power.
Blood sprayed from his eyes and nose as the male toppled backward. The one mercy in all of it was that Jung Sujin hadn't gotten involved. In a manner of speaking, Kim Yerin had just saved his life.
"Get lost before I kill you."
Even if he'd been left with a permanent disability, the male who had the dumb luck to keep his life crawled across the floor and fled into the distance.
Ordinarily she would have extracted a few tokens of gratitude in exchange for sparing him. But there wasn't time for that, so Kim Yerin let it slide.
"But the atmosphere here is kind of weird. Is it normally like this?"
"Ah? I told you this is your first time. Hmm... how do I put it. It's a place where lonely women pay money to buy time, I guess."
"Time?"
Being a complete novice herself, Kim Yerin couldn't actually explain a host bar very well.
What now? She decided to change the subject.
"Ahem! You'll understand once you see it. Just watch!"
After a few more pointed coughs, she headed toward the designated spot.
Fortunately, the host bar even had rooms prepared for discreet activities. Illegal, of course. But who would dare crack down on a place run by superhumans?
"I made a reservation here."
"Hold on... w-what if someone recognizes our faces?"
"That will never happen."
The music videos for Dugun Dugun Heart Attack cleverly composited Jung Sujin's face with AI before they ever went out. There was no telling what might happen if an ordinary civilian looked upon an S-class superhuman's bare face.
Of course, they never neglected to feed Jung Sujin her own separate, fabricated music videos — complete with manipulated view counts and comments — so that she would go on being deceived for the rest of her life.
"Come on! What are you doing? Get in here."
"Th-this really doesn't seem right... We're idols. We shouldn't be in a filthy place like this."
Despite being an S-class superhuman, she refused Kim Yerin's suggestion like a timid little girl.
It was because she had, for the first time in her life, opened her eyes to pleasure. Crossing a line for the first time was incredibly difficult — but once you crossed it, you could cross it again and again.
"It's fine, I told you! Idols are people too! People! Nobody can blame you for coming somewhere like this just once."
"Uuuugh..."
"Come on, just trust your unnie and get inside."
Under Kim Yerin's relentless persuasion, Jung Sujin finally gave a tiny nod, opened the door, and stepped through.
The interior was dim. Red light washed over everything, as if the room itself were announcing that this was a place for that kind of thing.
Jung Sujin let out a long, heavy sigh and perched herself on a red sofa. Yerin followed her in, smirked as she sat down, and picked up the menu.
"Unnie's treating everything today. Hmm... perfect! I know this place well. There's an incredibly cute one. I'll call him."
"Y-you're calling a man?!"
"Oh, come on, you knew that when you walked in! Why are you acting so shocked?"
She talked like a veteran, but after glancing at the menu, Yerin couldn't hide her dismay.
What the hell is with these drink prices... There's a whole extra zero compared to just buying it at the supermarket. This isn't a rip-off, this is highway robbery. These people are out of their minds.
Who on earth would buy drinks at these prices? Kim Yerin was genuinely curious.
Fortunately, she had received special funding from Baek Hanyoung and Victoria, so money wasn't an issue. She calmly pressed the bell sitting on the table.
"Yes, ma'am."
"We'll take the number seven set, and the one who started today..."
"Ah! You mean Baek Seonhyuk? Yes, understood!"
The waiter who had entered took Kim Yerin's order and immediately headed back out.
A short while later, a knock sounded at the door, and someone stepped inside.
"Good evening! I'm Baek Seonhyuk, the new hire!"
"Pfft!"
That's right. Astonishingly, the newly hired host was Baek Sehyun.
He was currently disguised as a First-Rate Host through a skill whose cooldown had just come off.
If Kim Yerin hadn't been tipped off in advance, even she wouldn't have recognized him. And if that had happened, he would have been a dead man.
He really nailed that disguise... Don't tell me he's actually done this before? Hehe. He's so goddamn cute I might actually start laughing.
She laughed right in his face. Not mockingly — she genuinely found him adorable.
Of course, the man himself, seeing that, felt the embarrassment he'd been barely holding back explode, and his face flushed bright red.
"Huh? That person... d-do you know Baek Sehyun?"
"No."
"Th-that's strange... He really looks like him."
"I do get told I look like people fairly often. Ahaha!"
Because of his unusually rare physique, Jung Sujin had, for a moment, mistaken the host standing before her for her strict, terrifying trainer.
But she quickly wiped the suspicion clean. Of course not... there's no way that person would be here. She shook her head vigorously at the thought.
"So. Our Seonhyuk, how old are you?"
"Twenty-one!"
"Wow, so you're oppa to our Sujin. Oppa. You don't look it, though. Right?"
"Yes, that's true... I was really surprised. You look so young, and yet you work at a place like this."
He was a little annoyed at being called small, but he forced a smile and sat down.
A brief silence settled over the room. Then another knock at the door, and three waiters bustled in carrying the set menu.
Melon and ham... and a golden bottle of some unnamed liquor filled the table.
"Our Seonhyuk said today's his first time, right? Then nuna will have to teach him everything."
"Ahaha..."
"Sujin, watch closely and learn. This is how you play at a place like this."
Yerin grabbed Sehyun's small chin and pulled him toward her. He realized something had gone off-script, but for the sake of the perfect plan, he had no choice but to comply.
"Mmh."
"Mmph!"
"Haaaaah! What on earth is—!"
Kim Yerin shoved her tongue into Baek Sehyun's mouth without the slightest hesitation. As if that were simply the natural thing to do.
It caught him off guard at first, but he gradually accepted her tongue, trying, little by little, to grow accustomed to the sensation of it sweeping through every corner of his mouth.
"Th-th-th-this is something that should never happen! We're idols! No! This can't be happening!"
"Pwahhh, hahh. That felt great. What's the problem?"
"Nngh!"
"Sujin! In here, we're not idols."
What on earth was that supposed to mean?
"Even if we fall into the darkest abyss, we are idols who shine brightly."
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-what?"
"Thiiink about it carefully. You can't be an idol all the time, right? Do you act like an idol when you eat? When you sleep? No. You just quietly shovel down rice and sleep in your bed. You don't sparkle and dance around! Same exact reason."
Baek Sehyun was left speechless. Was that even a valid argument? It didn't make any logical sense...
"...Understood. But I won't do it. I'm just going to drink and then leave."
And of course, that promise was not kept.
A mere hour later, Jung Sujin was locked in a deep kiss with Baek Sehyun, her hand wrapped around his cock.