Eden's Decadent Grand Opening
The nights in Gangnam were always as glamorous as ever, but amid that splendor stood a building steeped in particularly profound darkness. A seven-story structure without a single sign. At its pinnacle lay Club Eden, a secretive space that opened its doors only to a select few.
The club's interior was filled with soft, warm lighting that made the outer darkness seem pale by comparison. Top-grade leather sofas, solid wood tables, and walls lined with modern art pieces all proclaimed that this was no ordinary pleasure den. The men lounging on the sofas exchanged familiar greetings and idle chatter. Their faces were a gallery of prestige.
"Well, well, CEO Choi's here too?"
"How could I miss a gathering like this? Ha ha."
"Haha, President Kim. Business treating you well? How'd you hear about this place..."
"Pleasure to meet you. Choi Minjun of JN Tech."
"Well, if it isn't the hottest guy in the game right now! Loved your latest film, Director Park!"
From the young CEO of the buzziest IT firm, to the seasoned president of a mid-tier conglomerate, the blockbuster director who'd pulled in ten million viewers, and even the chaebol heir who'd forsaken succession for a life of leisure. These were men of status and wealth, yet each harbored an unquenchable thirst beneath the surface.
Then, the inner door of the room slid open silently, and a woman stepped out. A black silk dress that clung to her curves, her usual glasses discarded to reveal sharp, piercing eyes. It was Han Chae-a.
She stood before the men and bowed gracefully.
"Good evening, esteemed members. I am H, manager of Club Eden."
Her voice was calm, yet it commanded every gaze in the room. At her gesture, waiting staff approached and presented each member with a crystal wine glass of the finest vintage.
"Even with the alias H, I see a few of you recognize me."
Han Chae-a met eyes with CEO Choi Minjun and a handful of others, offering a faint smile.
"But as this is a secret club, I'd appreciate it if we all used pseudonyms here. Every secret you share will vanish the moment you step beyond these doors."
With those loaded words, she clapped twice—clap, clap.
On cue, another door in the room swung open. Five women emerged, their steps hesitant and shy. They were Park Yuna's handiwork: "innocent college girls." Dressed in pricey designer dresses that somehow looked awkwardly thrown on, with forced makeup and nervously darting eyes. To anyone watching, they screamed fresh meat—total newbies to a scene like this.
"It took some effort to recruit these girls. Most are college students struggling with living expenses... Ah, forget I said that—keep it under wraps, please."
Han Chae-a introduced the "merchandise" with a satisfied smile.
"Adorable, aren't they? They're not used to places like this yet, so please... handle them gently."
She emphasized "gently," and wicked grins spread across the men's faces.
As Han Chae-a finished, the women each grabbed a wine bottle and made their way to their assigned partners. Lee Seoyeoun settled beside CEO Choi Minjun, the others cautiously taking seats next to their respective VIPs.
"Um... hello. I'm... Yujin."
Lee Seoyeoun introduced herself in a trembling voice as she poured wine into Choi Minjun's glass. She deliberately let her hand slip, spilling a bit over the rim.
"Ah! S-sorry!"
She flinched in exaggerated panic, dabbing at the table with a napkin. Choi Minjun, far from annoyed, smiled with intrigued amusement. Surrounded daily by flawless perfection, this clumsiness was a refreshing thrill.
"It's fine. Relax, Yujin."
Similar scenes played out at the other tables. The men savored the fresh excitement of these trembling fawns, satisfaction gleaming in their eyes.
Meanwhile, the entire spectacle was being live-streamed to another room beyond a one-way glass wall. In the dim observation chamber, Seonwoo lounged in a comfortable chair with Yoo Sori on his lap, watching the room's drama unfold across multiple monitors. High-sensitivity mics captured even the VIPs' slightest breaths, piping them through the speakers.
"Oppa, those unnies are killing the acting, right? I trained 'em!"
Yoo Sori beamed proudly.
"Yeah, our Sori's the best. Perfect job."
Seonwoo stroked her hair, relishing the VIPs' reactions on screen. As the glasses circulated, the men's tongues loosened.
"Damn, H. Where'd you dig up these gems? Rare finds in Gangnam these days."
Director Park chuckled heartily, his hand slyly kneading the thigh of the girl beside him. She flinched but didn't dare pull away.
Seonwoo simply observed. For now, it was time to let them indulge.
He whispered into Yoo Sori's ear.
"Sori, ready to kick things off?"
"Yes, oppa!"
Yoo Sori hopped off his lap and stepped to a small mic in the corner of the observation room. Her voice fed directly into Han Chae-a's in-ear piece.
At Yoo Sori's cue, Han Chae-a set down her glass and rose.
"Members, enjoying yourselves? Did you like Eden's first gift?"
The men responded with satisfied laughter.
"Then, it's time for the second."
Han Chae-a clapped again, dimming the lights and spotlighting a small central stage. Two figures emerged from behind it.
Do Jina, crawling on all fours in a maid outfit with a collar around her neck. And Park Yuna, striding out regally, leash in hand like a queen. The erotic, shocking display drew choked gasps from every man in the room. Even Choi Minjun stared, eyes alight with shock and arousal.
Park Yuna on stage was a vision unlike her usual self. A ornate butterfly mask veiling half her face, a black bunnysuit hugging every curve, teetering on sky-high heels. She yanked Do Jina's leash taut and drawled lazily,
"Greet the guests properly, Jina."
Trembling with humiliation, Do Jina lifted her head and let out a small bark toward the VIPs.
"...Woof."
Low exclamations rippled through the VIPs. Park Yuna smiled in satisfaction, forcing Do Jina flat on the floor. Then she slowly lowered her ass onto his face.
"Mmph! Mmmph...!"
Do Jina's face mashed beneath her. Park Yuna ground her pussy against his mouth, whispering,
"Make the members happy. Lick it clean."
At the same time, she pressed her heel's sharp tip onto his tiny cock, grinding deliberately. Pain and pleasure twisted through him, bowing his body like a drawn bow.
"Hngh...! N-no...!"
His resistance crumbled fast. As Park Yuna crushed harder, his body convulsed, spurting white fluid into the air.
The VIPs were stunned speechless.
"W-what? That pretty thing's... a guy?!"
President Kim blurted in disbelief.
Director Park, flushed with excitement, beckoned Han Chae-a discreetly.
"Manager H, can we... play with that boy too?"
Han Chae-a smiled faintly, politely declining.
"Apologies, Director. The head manager hasn't approved it yet. Says he needs more training."
Director Park looked disappointed but soon turned a contented grin on the tense college girl clinging to his arm.
As Park Yuna's shocking show wrapped, Seonwoo ascended the stage in a high-quality wolf mask.
"Good evening, members. I am K, head manager of this club."
Han Chae-a applauded beside him, and the VIPs joined in with cheers.
"Ha! Thanks for this insane setup!"
Seonwoo nodded lightly and delved into the club's core.
"First, our membership fees. Everyone here has a golf club membership, right? This is exactly ten times that."
The room buzzed uneasily. Even for them, it was a steep ask.
"But in return... we'll grow your money for you."
Murmurs swelled again. The chaebol heir who'd renounced succession fired a sharp question.
"How exactly? Sounds like scammer talk."
"Ah, fair point. Better to show than tell."
Seonwoo activated the wall-mounted massive screen. It displayed his freshly created coin account, loaded with 100 billion won.
◈ Account: Newly Created
◈ Seed Money: Fully Deposited
"Starting seed: 100 billion. Watch me turn it into more in exactly ten minutes."
He logged into an overseas exchange and opened massive positions without hesitation.
"W-wait, just throwing it around like that...!"
CEO Choi Minjun, a stock market veteran, gaped.
But precisely ten minutes later, the balance read 110 billion. Ten billion profit in ten minutes. The impossible return silenced the VIPs.
"How do you think I built this club? Simple: I never lose."
Seonwoo grinned leisurely.
"Of course, hard to buy in right away. Start small if you're wary—100 or 200 million. Pocket change for you all, yeah?"
His brimming confidence had the VIPs nodding, glancing at each other.
"I've droned on too long for a first meet."
Seonwoo clapped—clap, clap.
"Manager H will cover the details. So, a bit early, but... shall we get to the real fun?"
At his signal, the college girls beside the VIPs trembled as they unzipped their partners' pants.
"W-well, now... people are watching..."
The VIPs feigned embarrassment, but satisfied smirks already lit their faces.
"P-please enjoy..."
With clumsy touches, the women took the men's throbbing members into their mouths.
Seonwoo returned to the observation room, pulling Yoo Sori into his arms to watch the debauchery unfold with deep satisfaction. Thus began the first night of his club, Eden.