New Slave (1)
After spending a sweet morning with Yoo Sori and promising to see each other again soon, Seonwoo returned to his rundown studio apartment. The musty smell and cramped space—it no longer suited him at all. For Sori's sake, and for the harem he planned to build, he needed the perfect space.
I've got nearly 10 billion won. Can't keep living in a dump like this forever. Not a place to show others... and for the women who'll join me, I need a proper home. Perfect security, vast space, no interruptions... my own kingdom.
He first opened the familiar real estate app, HouseBang. Gangnam, penthouses. He set the filters and searched, but the listings that popped up all fell short somehow. They looked worn out from the photos alone, or the layouts didn't appeal.
Do the really good ones never show up on apps like this?
He closed the app. This approach wouldn't land him the right place. He needed an expert. But as an orphan, he had no connections in real estate.
He thought of the highest-status person he knew. ...The lawyer. The one who'd handled Sori's debt. He dialed the saved number.
"Hello?"
"Good day, sir. This is Kim Seonwoo, the one who visited regarding Yoo Sori's debt repayment last time. Is now a good time to talk?"
"Ah, CEO Kim Seonwoo! Of course. What can I do for you?"
The lawyer's voice was far more deferential than he remembered.
"I'm looking for a place in Gangnam. Thinking of buying a penthouse in the tens of billions range with cash. Don't know anyone in the field, so I was hoping you could recommend a reliable expert."
"Absolutely, sir. I know just the person for Gangnam real estate—the renowned Manager Kang in the industry. I'll connect you right away."
After hanging up, a few days passed before the meeting was set. Seonwoo didn't waste them. He sat back at his computer and dove into the coin futures market. His massive seed money over 8 billion won, combined with the 10-Min Preview, was devastatingly effective. No need to wait for dramatic crashes anymore—he read the subtlest market flows perfectly and mechanically extracted hundreds of millions in profits with his huge capital.
And on the morning of his meeting with Kang Jihyeon, his assets finally broke through his target of 10 billion.
Staring at the number on the monitor, he felt no excitement like before. To him, money was no longer just digits—it was the force that moved the world.
10 billion. This is just the beginning. With this, I'll buy a castle, bring in my people, build my kingdom.
With everything prepared, he headed to the upscale cafe in Cheongdam-dong for the appointment. Seonwoo arrived first and waited at the table. Moments later, the cafe door opened, and a woman entered. He knew instinctively she was Manager Kang.
She stood well over 170cm tall, towering over most men even without heels—those added extra height. Her gray office suit hugged her body perfectly, underscoring her professionalism. The white silk blouse peeking from her jacket had the top two buttons undone, exuding subtle sexiness. Her breasts were around a B-cup, far from voluptuous. But the line from her slim waist to wide hips was more sensual and provocative than any huge rack. Her ass swayed perfectly apple-shaped with every step. Her hair was a neat bob reaching her shoulders—black at a glance, but catching the cafe lights revealed a subtle deep green sheen, rejecting the ordinary. Sharp eyes, full lips, confident expression. From head to toe, she screamed, I'm capable and expensive.
Spotting Seonwoo, she approached gracefully and extended her hand.
"You're Customer Kim Seonwoo, right? I'm Manager Kang Jihyeon. I've heard so much about you."
"Yes, Kim Seonwoo."
As they shook hands, Jihyeon quickly scanned his young age and ordinary clothes. Seonwoo caught the flicker of disappointment and contempt in her eyes.
Seated, she began probing disguised as flattery, her tone professional yet smooth.
"Wow, I heard from the lawyer, but I didn't expect you to be so young. There are so many impressive people these days. Starting your own home at your age—and in Gangnam, no less. Truly admirable. Any secrets to your success?"
"Just got lucky."
Seeing through her intent, Seonwoo pretended to sip his tea while staring at her for 3 seconds.
Target:Kang Jihyeon
Grade: B+ (Embodiment of Ambition)
Status: Arrogant / Wary
Hidden Desires: #SuccessLust #ShowoffLust #CapableMan
Latent Talents: #Negotiation(A) #InfoAnalysis(B+) #Lying(S)
Affection: 25 (Professional Interest / Contempt)
Affection at 25 with contempt... Outwardly respectful, but inside she's totally dismissing me? Lying talent at S-rank—her acting's actress-level.
The real consultation began. Seonwoo stated clearly.
"Budget around 6 billion won. Want a Gangnam penthouse with perfect security."
But Jihyeon, doubting his funds, decided to test him.
"Yes, sir. Penthouses are great, but lately, private luxury villas are popular among young tycoons. I've got some excellent ones lined up—want to see them first? Special picks, trusting your eye."
She dragged him around, deliberately showing only 2-3 billion won villas far below his budget.
"This one's where a famous idol group member lived—security's top-notch. Interior young folks would love."
"This has an artistic Han River view. Views like this are hard to buy even with money."
She gestured exaggeratedly, listing only pros, as if he'd be thrilled with these. Seonwoo toured silently, his deadpan reaction making her think, As expected, all talk. Can't even handle 3 billion. Grateful for this level.
After the last villa, Jihyeon stepped away for a call. To check who she was talking to, Seonwoo activated 10-Min Preview.
In the video, she was on the phone in her car with a colleague.
"Yeah, it's me. 6 billion? Please—that kid's some coin jackpot newbie. Eyes lit up at a 3 billion villa? Still, fat commission. Gotta sweet-talk him into signing. Oh, and don't forget dinner with Director Park."
Seonwoo's face hardened coldly. Rage boiled over.
This fucking bitch... treating me like a total mark.
He clenched his fist. He wanted to rush over, grab her hair, slam her down. But he kept his cool. Simple violence was boring. He needed to crush her pride, career, and life itself.
Fine. I'll end that smug career today. You'll be my slave. Bark and crawl on command. Get ready, you cunt...
He plotted dozens of revenge scenarios in his head and picked the cruelest, most effective one.
Jihyeon returned with a sweet smile.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Like any of today's places?"
Seonwoo stared, flashing a colder smile than before.
"Hmm. The houses were fine, but..."
He trailed off, feigning thought. After a few mental rehearsals, he dropped the line.
"Do Gangnam agents usually appraise clients' assets? Like 'coin jackpot kid' or whatever."
Her smile vanished, pupils shaking. He heard? How? Impossible from that distance...
"Pardon? Sir, what do you mean... I'd never say anything rude like that."
She feigned calm. Seonwoo smirked at her excuse and landed the finisher.
"Really? Ah, maybe I wasted too much of your time. Got that important dinner with Director Park tonight. Holding up a busy lady like you."
At "Director Park," her face drained white. Seonwoo leaned in and whispered.
"Should I blast across communities and real estate apps that Manager Kang's agency is a third-rate gossip mill? Review bombing's easy with money. Would make a fine addition to Gangnam's star agent's resume."
Her top desire, success lust, shattered her. Her career hung by a thread. Desperate, she grabbed his arm.
"S-Sorry, sir... I must've lost my mind. Please... anything but that... I'll do whatever you want."
Looking down at her teary pleas, Seonwoo smiled in satisfaction.
"Hmm... whatever?"
He pretended to ponder, then whispered in her ear.
"Then make me happy today. More than your dinner with Director Park."
Jihyeon bit her lip with a grunt of humiliation and shame but nodded faintly.
"...Understood."
Confirming her submission, Seonwoo murmured inwardly.
Yes, that's how you obey... You're becoming my slave now...