Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: The Villain Bar's Indecent Requests
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What kind of atmosphere would a bar frequented by villains have?
No matter how much I racked my brain, only negative scenes came to mind.
After agonizing over it, the bar I finally stepped into was far larger and cleaner than I'd imagined.
And it was bringing every one of my imaginations to life, just as I'd pictured.
Cigarette smoke drifted from a dim corner of the bar.
Some folks—probably smoking more than just cigarettes—were huddled there, while others, thoroughly sloshed, occasionally kicked up a drunken fuss.
The drunken antics varied wildly.
Some shouted at the top of their lungs, others brawled with each other, and a few even smashed bottles.
Staff kept watch; once the chaos crossed a certain line, one of them would approach the rowdy villain and drag them outside.
I spotted female bartenders and waitresses, along with men tossing leers their way.
But the scene that really grabbed my eye was a man and woman, bodies blatantly entwined, passing liquor mouth-to-mouth.
The woman was dressed just like the waitresses.
Even amid that raw display of desire, the staff and other patrons barely batted an eye.
"What'll it be?"
A waitress approached me as I stood there dazed, guided me to a seat, and handed over a menu.
"No, thanks..."
I wanted to order, but I was flat broke.
Still, curiosity got the better of me, so I flipped open the menu to see what they offered—and found items I never could've dreamed up.
The front pages featured bar staples: cocktails and liquors.
There were light snacks to pair with the drinks too, but the next page? Photos of the waitresses, complete with prices.
The one right in front of me went for 500,000 won.
Drinking service was 200,000, and a long night ran 500,000.
"..."
I found myself glancing back and forth between her photo in the menu and the real thing. She caught my eye and flashed a playful smile.
"Gonna order me?"
I knew a black market bar wouldn't be your average dive, but I hadn't expected it to be this upfront.
Maybe it was the 3 million won quest reward messing with my head. Lately, money shortages kept popping up at the worst times.
"Actually, I'm job hunting. She told me to come here."
"Ah~"
I showed her the business card, and she nodded before handing me a different menu.
I opened it to find pages packed with all sorts of commissions.
As you'd expect from villains, plenty involved straight-up crimes.
Terrorism, espionage, assassination, kidnapping—you name it.
But what really caught my eye—
"...A stealing commission..."
Stealing Commissions
Quests of the same type I'd seen on the Quest Board were sprinkled throughout.
Steal some guy's girlfriend, corrupt a hero—that sort of thing.
A few even targeted heroes known to be close with Ga-eun.
Come to think of it, her profile listed colleagues and boyfriend as weaknesses.
I'd brushed it off as standard hero baggage, but seeing it laid out like this hit different.
Maybe starting with her colleagues would make things smoother.
"...I'll take this one."
After some deliberation, I picked a commission.
"...Really? The pay's huge, but it's not easy..."
"It's fine."
She eyed me with concern, but honestly, my skills shone brighter in this arena than in a straight fight.
When it came to targeting women.
As I'd mentioned before, heroes in this world were no different from celebrities or idols.
Which meant most were signed to entertainment agencies or hero firms.
My target, Choi Ga-eun, was no exception.
She belonged to a hero agency called Guardian.
And the commission I'd taken at the black market bar? Seduce Min-ji, a hero from the same agency.
Min-ji was Ga-eun's close friend and no slouch as a hero herself, but she harbored a secret.
A secret I could see right through.
Molester | Exposure
Her lifelong shame was plain as day to me.
Incheon subway.
I spotted Min-ji boarding during a quiet hour, hopped on in a hurry, and took the seat across from her.
She had on a mask and sunglasses.
Her face was too well-known, so even at this deserted station, she hid thoroughly.
Without my fetish-piercing ability, I wouldn't have recognized her at a glance either.
Min-ji raked in big bucks as a hero, yet she always favored public transit like subways and buses.
Her fans and hero enthusiasts praised her thriftiness, but the truth was something else.
She glanced around, confirmed we were alone, then spread her legs toward me just a bit.
Her short skirt rode up, flashing her panties plain as day.
Obviously deliberate.
Exhibitionist fetish, after all.
Proof? She was smiling.
Like she relished my blatant stare.
Then she clamped her legs shut again, brazen as if nothing had happened.
Under normal circumstances, her little thrill would end there—but I had no intention of letting it.
I got up from across the car and plopped down beside her.
She shot me a panicked glance.
"Eh? Huh?"
She looked up at me, flustered.
I calmly tugged down her mask and kissed her.
She shoved my shoulder in surprise, but when I gripped her head and tangled our tongues, her resistance melted.
Her eyes glazed over, and her stiff lips and tongue began to follow my lead, slow at first.
If she'd really fought back, she could've overpowered a lightweight like me in seconds.
Min-ji was a B-Rank hero with telekinetic powers, after all.
I reached out naturally and seized her breast in the haze of the kiss.
"Pe-pervert... don't touch..."
"You tempted me first. Why?"
Were all heroes this cocky?
Or was it a Guardian agency thing?
Her casual "banmal" grated a bit.
I roughed up my touch in response.
"Wa-wait... Do you even know who I am?"
"Sure. Hero, right? Min-ji?"
"How'd you— Ahh..."
I stroked her body casually as she panicked.
Even with the mask off, the sunglasses and hat stayed on—did she think I still wouldn't clock her?
"Figured it out once the mask came off."
"I didn't take it off... you did... fuck..."
Once exposed, her voice turned sweeter, laced with excitement.
No menace in her rough curses at all.
Her arousal seeped through her skin, heating up her body. I could feel the blaze even through her clothes.
I hadn't realized how thrilling it'd be to pull this off in public—the sheer liberation.
[Next station—]
The train pulled in; two passengers boarded. I paused the groping for a moment.
"Haa... haa... This is a crime... you know that?"
She tried to lecture me in the lull. I grabbed her breast instead.
Crime.
The word should've given anyone pause, but her provocative pout and blunt banmal egged me on.
I was the molester here, yet it felt like she was pulling strings.
"Cr-crazy? People are here... you fucker..."
"Shh. You'll get us caught."
"...I'll kill you..."
She spat curses at me but didn't dodge my hands.
She couldn't.
If this got out, her hero career might crash and burn.
And the more she faced that risk, the more turned on she got.
The new riders were glued to their phones. No noise, no foul.
That fact made me bolder.
"Touch it."
"N-no."
"Wanna get caught? Scream?"
Me, the groper, threatening to yell? Absurd.
"Fuck... pervert..."
I guided her hand to my waistband.
Her mouth said no, but she obeyed without a peep—unzipped and slipped her pale hand inside.
"...Like this...?"
"Yeah, good..."
"...Fucking huge..."
My hand dove into her skirt.
We were jerking each other off.
The filthy act they call mutual handies.
Her panties were already soaked when I touched them.
"You're wet."
"...Shut up."
She whipped her head side to side in denial, but her body betrayed her.
"Hold back the noise so we don't get busted."
The instant my fingers slipped inside her panties, she clapped both hands over her mouth.
Her moans came muffled and tiny at first, but they swelled even through her palms.
True to hero form, she clenched her jaw, stifled every sound, and hit her peak.
"Mmph... mmmph!"
Her hips bucked, sunglasses slipped, baring her pretty face.
Watching her pant with that dazed expression boiled my lust.
My hand, slick from her, glistened.
I held it up to her face like a trophy.
She stared at the drenched fingers through shaky eyes.
"I'm getting off here. You too?"
"...Yeah..."
"Motel?"
"...No romance, you dick..."
And just like that, I'd claimed one of Ga-eun's colleagues.