Chapter 187: My Turf
Long time no see, Songdo. I'd come for Inaeun's department dinner. It was a bit of a hassle, but since I'd already decided to give her face, might as well do it right. Plus, I was curious about her subordinates. All ten prosecutors were women? If I could play around with them, why hold back? Curiosity alone demanded a taste. So I went straight to the prosecutor general and hashed it out, turning it into an official off-site team outing. But the crazy bastard subtly hinted he wanted in on the map, so I unloaded a barrage of fucks on him and stormed out. He looked seriously pissed, but he knew his place and didn't push further. Out of his mind. Who the hell did he think he was trying to muscle in?
"That guy's out. Find a new female prosecutor general, ASAP."
"Yes, Master."
I hopped in the AV and headed for the Songdo mansion. Even before holing up on the artificial island, I'd spent most of my time at the Ganghwa office, so this really had been ages. "Home sweet home, after all."
Truth be told, I'd originally planned to hit the entertainment district in Songdo. It's Incheon's biggest playground for the rich, a massive den of vice. Wasn't always like that—surprisingly, early Songdo was a tame city with zero nightlife vibes. But after World War III, hordes of Chinese and foreigners flooded into Incheon, turning it into a madhouse. In other words, this stabilized chaos after decades was still tame by comparison. Anyway, with that insane level of debauchery, there were spots even I wanted to check out. Like the new club called Secret Viewer.
The concept was pretty fresh. Down on the first floor, crowds danced and partied hard. Up on the VIP-only second floor, you could step on them and watch. The floor was glass. From below, it looked like a normal ceiling—no transparency. So the VIPs got their jollies trampling the oblivious masses below, literally dividing the classes. If it was just "glass floor lets you see below," it'd be meh. But they advertise the hell out of the concept, stirring up all kinds of controversy.
Should I just build something like that on the artificial island? Yeah, not a bad idea. I already had a thousand female celebs under my thumb. When the mood struck to drag them over for an orgy, dedicated spots like that would hit the spot. Celebs only? Nah—I'd been scooping up girls who'd tanked their careers with sex scandals and tributes, and Incheon's prisons were overflowing with female criminals ripe for the taking. Even in the big Namdong Industrial Complex sweep, a few slipped the net. We'd track 'em down, and if they were cute, straight to my island.
Pack the first floor with 'em dancing like crazy, watch from the second, point out the tasty ones, and haul 'em up. Fuck yeah. Adopted on the spot.
Lost in pleasant fantasies, I arrived at the mansion before I knew it. Something nostalgic about the place.
"Man, it's been forever."
"Ahh."
Danto waddled down behind me.
"Hey, how much did you stuff yourself to be wobbling already?"
"Th-this...! It's 'cause of the celebration!"
"Pfft. Celebration my ass. How big a deal could it be?"
I dragged the trembling Danto around for a tour. "This is my original pad. A cool 16 billion."
It'd probably appreciate soon enough.
"16 billion...! With that, I could buy so many hot bars—"
"You fucking lunatic."
Sell a house for hot bars? Insane. How obsessed with food could she be?
"While you're here, lap the mansion five times."
"Wh-what?!"
"You ate that melon bar earlier. Burn it off. Go."
I smacked her fat ass, and she gritted her teeth, bolting off. "You said it was zero calories!!" she wailed.
"Damn, she's actually listening now. Look at her go."
Danto was growing up.
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The whole mansion pulsed with party vibes. Secretaries hustled food and drinks everywhere, while celebs from Goryeo Entertainment danced in clusters.
"Whoa, oh whoa."
Danto gawked in every direction. Her old neighborhood was no slouch on sleaze, but this blew her mind?
"Th-there, it's sleazy in a gritty way... Here, it's just... overflowing excess, rotting from luxury."
What the hell did that even mean? Anyway, way more people than I'd planned. I'd switched from club to mansion, so I had to match the energy. Craving club vibes? Mobilize the numbers. Strip the secretaries and throw 'em in, haul in hordes of my celebs to sing and dance, blast lights and speakers everywhere—boom, close enough. I'd done it before. Went all-in buying that island for the Go master's board, then flooded it with celebs for a wild bash. Still remembered it fondly.
"Have fun, Danto. Unlimited eats today."
"Un-unlimited...!"
She gulped, bounced excitedly, then vanished into the crowd.
Inaeun and the prosecutors were upstairs. Under dim lights and thumping bass, they shook to the beat, drinks in both hands.
"Ah, Master."
Inaeun excepted, of course. The hopeless dancer wouldn't move without my say-so. She'd been waiting by the stairs. I pulled her waist close and led her to the prosecutors.
"Why aren't you dancing?"
"...You know why. I only dance on Master's cock."
"Ha. Listen to you."
Made me crave face-to-face cowgirl for real.
"Young master...!"
The prosecutors spotted me mid-groove and stiffened a bit. Booze helped—they weren't too thrown.
"Outfits are wild."
Did Inaeun order this? Decadently slutty getups. Tops? Gone. Tits fully out, nipples tracing arcs with every sway. Bottoms varied: pantyhose only, pencil skirts, skin-tight leggings. All accentuating killer legs.
"Prosecutors or whores?"
"Aww~ Don't say that, it'll make us saaaad~."
One clung to my arm with a pout.
"Heh. Na-eun, that's aegyo. Try it."
"Y-yes?"
Even improved Inaeun couldn't nail that nasal whine. I grabbed the prosecutor's tit with the arm holding Inaeun.
"Ahhn...!"
Her moan blended into the pounding music—pure filth. The others swarmed me. Pretty bold. Booze power? Tonight'd be filthier than expected.
"Let's start with some tit milk."
"Ehh? Ours don't lactate—"
"Don't? We'll fix that."
"Whaa??"
Horrified at whatever she imagined. I snatched her drink, poured it over her breast.
"Kyaa~! Cold!"
Sucked it right up. Sharp booze hit with the thrill, blood rushing south.
"Ahhn!"
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Vice Senior Prosecutor Oh Yun-ju lurked in the corner. Lurking loosely—she sat at a table on the edge. Not exactly hidden, but what could she do? Couldn't bail on the dinner. And she didn't hate partying. She actually dug it. But...
Today wasn't just partying.
...They're all fucking insane.
She eyed the center coolly. Utter frenzy. Fast beats, strobing lights, booze, food—everyone hyped out of their minds.
Prosecutor dignity! How could they...!
Her subordinates were the worst. Demure ladies at intros, now tits out, grinding like lunatics. Inaeun's influence? Or mansion madness? Then Gomuyeol arrived, flipping them full whore-mode. Who'd peg them as prosecutors? Forget legal pros—public servant seemed impossible.
...Can't blame 'em, I guess.
Airheaded as they were, she got it calmly. All chasing money and power. Show up for "team dinner," get lavish mansion, secretaries and celebs hyping the vibe. Then the untouchable chaebol scion joins. Play it right, skyrocket status. Who cared about tacky?
Haa. Can I... get out unscathed...?
Watching Gomuyeol grope, suck tits, grab faces for kisses—wilder than anyone—it looked dicey.
"Prosecutor?"
Someone approached. Im Sua, his chief secretary. Ex-cop, model-pretty. She sat across from Oh Yun-ju.
"Saw you alone, so I came over. Something wrong?"