Chapter 83
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Channel Zero
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I sold Bella's video to Pandora.
There was definitely demand for it.
All those countless villains at the black market earlier had their organizations snatched away by Wolf, after all.
There had to be plenty of villains harboring grudges against him.
And even without that, footage of an S-rank villain—who no one would dare challenge—moaning beneath a man would fetch a high price on its own.
On top of that...
Bella was objectively beautiful.
If you ignored the tattoos—or even if you didn't—it was the kind of look that could steal your heart without warning.
I slowly stroked my chin, mulling it over.
Not a bad deal.
But it was even more advantageous for Violet.
She knew it too, flashing a wry smile as she spoke.
"Hoo, if I'd known it would sell this well, I would've slathered on some spit beforehand. But now it's all grown up..."
Then she slowly leaned her body against mine.
It was a seductive gesture.
"So, what do you want?"
I naturally pointed right at Violet herself with my finger.
Even as she shifted slightly in disbelief, the tip of my finger doggedly followed her.
"...What? You're serious?"
She'd made the tempting move, so I'd boldly chosen her, but she widened her eyes as if she hadn't expected it.
I was dead serious.
I needed someone to fool around with during the day anyway.
Minji and Gaeun were already fully conquered, and they'd do anything I asked, but unfortunately, they'd been swamped lately as heroes.
Even if they could squeeze out daytime slots, it was only for brief meetups, so this was perfect timing for Violet's help.
Right when I was thinking I needed someone with more flexible time for this plan, here comes a woman advertising her voluptuous body.
For me, it was like landing a keeper.
"...You plan to do it with me while showing Bella?"
I nodded, and Violet bit her lip, cheeks flushing.
Then she let out a sigh, steadying herself.
"Fine, I'll do what you want. But just once. And don't get too bummed if I don't react the way you hope."
I agreed to the offer.
But her last words bruised my pride a bit.
Don't get bummed even if there's no reaction? That sounded like...
As if she wouldn't feel a thing even if we hooked up—a total provocation.
This was a declaration of war.
To me, who'd sent a numb woman over the edge with just a kiss, who'd drawn sweet, melting moans from a woman whose body and heart were frozen solid.
"...Your eyes look a little scary now."
Violet muttered, staring at my bulging eyes.
A man burst out of his own room.
The small-statured guy, dressed like a construction worker, quickly covered his face and bolted.
"What the...?"
She scowled at the man brushing past her.
She should've grabbed his shoulder, but she'd missed the timing, and he hopped on the elevator she'd just come up on and rode it down.
"Tch. Suspicious."
It wasn't baseless suspicion.
Hardly anyone could wander the top floor of this hotel right now—you could count them on one hand.
Wolf's executives and the hotel cleaners, that was it.
That guy who'd just passed definitely wasn't on the list.
"What'd he do to my room?"
This wasn't the first time.
Plenty of people harbored grudges against her but were too scared to face her head-on, so they harassed her with petty tricks.
Setting traps, poisoning drinks—anything to kill her while avoiding a real fight.
What lowly trap had he prepared this time?
She was almost looking forward to it.
The room looked...
Way too clean when she opened the door.
"...Huh?"
If that guy held a grudge, the room wouldn't be this spotless.
There should've been signs of him rummaging for secrets or weaknesses—or at least messing it up out of spite for her staying in such a nice hotel room.
Maybe he was just some ordinary guy.
"Checking the hotel fixtures or something?"
With a lingering unease, she sank into the sofa and scanned the room.
Then she spotted the change.
"What's that say?"
The giant TV in the middle of the living room was the culprit.
A single Post-it note was stuck right in the center.
It read simply: Channel 0.
"..."
Doing what the note said felt off somehow, but she turned on the TV and switched to Channel 0 anyway.
A screen appeared.
"This is..."
At first, she thought it was showing her own hotel room, her bedroom.
But it was slightly off.
The bedding and decor matched, but the room size, angle, view out the window...
Little details differed.
"Another room in this hotel?"
She naturally reached that conclusion.
Channel 0 was broadcasting another room in the hotel—a bedroom, like CCTV footage.
She had no idea why they were showing her this, but then a shadow appeared on screen.
And a voice.
[...Rough is fine? ...Do whatever, just keep your promise.]
A woman entered the frame with a seductive gait.
Her body covered in floral and butterfly tattoos.
Heavy makeup, clothes that blatantly showed off her curves.
It could've looked tacky, but the woman's haughty aura pulled it off.
She was beautiful.
Even she, a woman, felt drawn to her.
And when a man entered the screen, she could hardly believe her eyes.
"Seonghan...?"
The man on screen was Seonghan.
He'd come to the hotel with a different woman this time.
Yeah, that wasn't surprising.
She'd seen successful guys bedding multiple women plenty of times; it was common in their world.
What puzzled her was who had installed CCTV in that hotel bedroom and linked it to her room—and why.
And Seonghan showing up in that room of all places.
Just coincidence?
The nagging suspicions clicked together in her mind like puzzle pieces.
And then—
[Mmgh... Suddenly... Mmph...]
Seonghan grabbed the woman's chin and started kissing her roughly.
Rough but skillful.
At first, she just parted her lips like she had no choice, taking the kiss passively. But as it dragged on, she grew more active, eventually resting her hands on his back, enjoying it.
The lewd kissing sounds echoed through the room, making even her cheeks heat up.
"How long are they gonna kiss...?"
The two were glued to each other's faces, refusing to part.
Staring blankly at the scene, her earlier thoughts faded.
She'd definitely been piecing together something crucial.
[Ngh...]
Seonghan's hand slowly slid to the woman's back.
With deft fingers, he unclasped something with a snap, and her already ample breasts spilled forward, outlines clear.
Then he gripped them hard over her clothes.
Despite his rough, brute-force touch, she let out a delicate moan, far from her initial haughty tone.
The occasional whimpers escaping past their kiss felt incredibly erotic.
[Strip.]
It was more command than request.
Yet she didn't resist.
She slowly undressed, baring her lewd body to him.
"...Ah..."
The tattoos covering her body kept making her think of herself.
Seonghan, pleased with her figure, shoved her onto the bed.
Then he stripped, revealing his chiseled body and cock.
The sheer size—even watching from beyond the TV—made her swallow hard.
[Wh-what the...]
The woman gaped in shock at its girth, slowly scooting back on the bed.
But she couldn't escape.
Seonghan approached, grabbing both her wrists.
He yanked them overhead like she was arrested, forcing her arms up in surrender.
She made a last desperate attempt by crossing her legs, but it was futile.
With a light push, her slender legs spread wide, exposing her slick, dripping pussy.
[That won't fit...]
[Yeah?]
Ignore her protests, he smirked and slammed his massive cock in without mercy.
[Ooooh...]
She gasped raggedly, arching her waist.
She'd climaxed lightly.
"Why?"
Normally, something that huge should hurt, so why orgasm?
Was the woman a freak?
Or was Seonghan just that insanely skilled?
Every thrust of his hips drew beastly moans from her.
[I'm cumming already... Ahh...]
Did it feel that good?
Her curiosity pulled her deeper into the video.