Chapter 5: Han Chae-kyung
The office of Han Chae-kyung on the third floor of the city council building.
Most councilors’ offices had a display cabinet. Useless commemorative plaques, honorary awards, and thank-you certificates cluttered the shelves.
But Han Chae-kyung was the exception. She had no display cabinet.
It felt like proof she had no intention of settling for being just a city councilor.
Not that it’s impossible.
She was the youngest among district councilors and already re-elected. Sure, she rode her husband’s coattails, but in terms of wealth, she ranked first among all local legislators in Gyeonggi Province.
Han Chae-kyung was a woman with a guaranteed future.
Until a few days ago, I thought so too.
"Welcome, Officer Joo Sung-hyun." (73 / 887 / 1 year 7 months ago)
The numbers had changed in a single day.
The last time Han Chae-kyung had had sex was 1 year and 7 months ago. Yesterday it had been 1 year and 6 months—the month count had shifted.
A woman with 73 partners abstaining for over a year and a half. That was useful information.
For Han Chae-kyung, sex was a tool.
It had been that way in college, and it remained so now that she was using her husband’s money to pursue politics. That kind of woman could sell her pussy for a high price.
"Sit down. But why the suit at dawn?"
"I’m here to conduct a weekend site visit at your request, Councilor."
"A site visit?"
"It gives us an excuse if anyone spots us. Ordering staff to work on weekends is improper, but other councilors do it too. We need a cover story to avoid trouble later."
"Ah… right. Of course."
(73 / 887 / 1 year 7 months ago)
The whore frowned as if she’d forgotten, scolding herself.
She hadn’t actually forgotten—I’d deliberately shown caution.
Honestly, how many people would think twice about a weekend workday?
I went to such lengths to appear as someone seeking help.
Summoned at 5:30 a.m. and arriving perfectly prepared, even anticipating details she’d overlooked. This kind of facade would make Han Chae-kyung spill the truth herself.
"Officer Joo Sung-hyun. I apologize for involving you in a personal matter…"
"You didn’t involve me—you already did. Do you have any idea how I feel about being here?"
"…"
"Show me."
Not "What’s going on?" but "Show me." A phrase implying I already knew—though I actually knew nothing.
"Councilor, you have to show me."
"Officer Joo Sung-hyun. Let me ask you something. …Do you know someone named Kwak Min-sun?"
"Unfortunately, I don’t."
"Haah…"
Her former sponsor girl friend had gotten into a fight with her.
The reason? I didn’t even need to ask.
"Councilor, you acted too hastily."
"You said you didn’t know Kwak Min-sun? Yet you talk like you know something?"
"Because I can see what happened. You probably suspected Kwak Min-sun was the 'whistleblower'—the one who approached you, mocking how you could afford luxury bags on a convenience store clerk’s salary after selling your body."
"…"
"So you called her to confront her. Right?"
I blurted it out and repeated my request. Show me.
Honestly, I didn’t care who Kwak Min-sun was.
A friend? A junior? Or a business partner who shared high-yield sponsor leads?
Anyone was possible, but my target was always Han Chae-kyung.
Instead of answering, Han Chae-kyung caressed her coffee cup. She rubbed the handle, wiped condensation from the base with a tissue.
The cup looked pitiful. Still, I didn’t rush her.
I simply stared at her calmly.
"You summoned me, Councilor."
"Of course."
"Time is passing. What if your friend posts a photo?"
Han Chae-kyung’s lips twitched.
Photos might exist. Then I’d push a little harder.
"Let me reiterate—I don’t believe the slander against Councilor Han Chae-kyung… No, I need to correct myself."
"What do you mean?"
"Whether it’s true or not, I have no interest."
"…!"
"As a mere officer, I’d gain nothing from entangling myself in a politician’s personal life. Right now, I just want to extricate myself quickly."
In truth, I only wanted to breach her defenses and secure evidence—but I masked it with acting.
Let’s wrap this up quickly, you called me, whether you sold your body or not is none of my business… I conveyed this with my expression.
I even mentioned my father was a village bus driver for Taehwa Transportation (Han Chae-kyung’s husband owned 40% of the company), making it clear I had no choice but to come.
Only then did Han Chae-kyung show me what she’d been looking at.
She revealed a post her friend "Kwak Min-sun" had made on her SNS just three hours ago.
Based on the sentiment in the post, she was at least born in 1988. That made her Han Chae-kyung’s age-mate.
I skimmed it quickly to grasp the context.
2009, Ruebl Apgujeong, an uncle-aged boyfriend, "Do you remember?"
After reading, I nodded silently.
"Your friend is hinting at an exposure."
"Exposure? If anyone hears…!"
Han Chae-kyung frowned. I decided to back off slightly.
"Yes. Of course, Councilor… In 2009, you’d be a junior in college. I assume you dated an older boyfriend then. And at his suggestion, you invited a close friend to a nice place."
Boyfriend. Not exactly wrong.
A boyfriend who paid her 500,000 won monthly to bang in a full-villa residence was still a boyfriend.
She’d just had too many of them.
Anyway, Han Chae-kyung relaxed noticeably.
On reflection, "relaxed" wasn’t quite right. She’d simply handed me the reins.
Even worse—
"Min-sun… Kwak Min-sun. It’s hard to say, but she’s a friend with a messy private life."
She started badmouthing the friend who’d posted on SNS.
Seeking emotional solidarity with me. I listened silently.
"That was when social dating services first emerged… Afternoon Date, You and I. Apps like that. But Min-sun… ugh. I don’t know what she was thinking, but she made money there. Illegally."
"Conditional dating. I understand what you mean."
Whether Han Chae-kyung’s friend Kwak Min-sun was truly a conditional dater was uncertain.
But even if true, she couldn’t compare to Han Chae-kyung. Based on the information I’d gathered, Han Chae-kyung had received S-grade sponsorships multiple times. Even among whores, the allowance amounts and gift tiers varied.
Anyway, this achieved my initial goal.
Han Chae-kyung’s whore friend Kwak Min-sun, and 2009’s Ruebl Apgujeong.
With just these two, I could secure two usable knives.
I hadn’t decided how to use them yet.
No need to decide now.
"Did Min-sun want me to be her kind? …I don’t know. Maybe I was foolish to keep such a person as a friend. I even made the mistake of provoking her anger while trying to stop her from doing something reckless."
"As I said, you acted too hastily."
"I wanted to resolve it amicably."
(73 / 887 / 1 year 7 months ago)
The whore muttered bitterly. I could exploit her—either squeeze her with a weakness or sell her secrets to her political rivals.
Not coerced, but a weakness she’d revealed herself.
No reason to refuse.
My next steps were clear.
"Councilor? I think it’s time for action, not conversation."
"Officer Joo Sung-hyun…"
To turn Han Chae-kyung’s sponsor past into concrete evidence, not just suspicion.
That required her cooperation.
"Councilor."
I stood slowly, looking down at her.
"Why would a woman named Kwak Min-sun—your friend—post on SNS? To warn you. She wants you to react before she reveals more."
"…And?"
"If you wish, I’ll meet Kwak Min-sun. I’ll persuade her not to do something foolish."
Han Chae-kyung eyed me suspiciously, the self-appointed problem-solver.
She’d provoked a friend who’d kept her mouth shut, even pushing her to post at dawn—yet still played the politician.
Truthfully, that was normal. A staff member from her office, someone she didn’t get along with, suddenly offering to run errands.
Instead of easing her doubts, I stared blatantly at a specific part of her body.
Her breasts.
She wore a tight blouse with one button undone, exposing her cleavage. I guessed 75D.
Maybe padded, but the shape was decent, gathered toward the center.
"Where are you looking?" (73 / 887 / 1 year 7 months ago)
The whore covered her cleavage with her hand, looking at me uncomfortably.
I clasped my hands politely and replied.
"Councilor, instead of asking where I’m looking, you should be angry."
"What’s so serious about this… ah?"
"A few days ago, you’d have glared at me while hiding your cleavage and demanded accountability. Even mentioned disciplinary action."
"…"
"Regardless of this matter, I’d like you to treat me as you used to."
Five minutes later, Han Chae-kyung handed me Kwak Min-sun’s contact and address.
I bowed formally and left immediately.
I didn’t mention I’d recorded the entire conversation.
"Now I’ll go meet your friend."
After all, more concrete evidence was about to land in my hands.