Park Siyoon (1)
Seonwoo mulled over the bait Woo Jincheol had tossed him in the management office—the granddaughter of the PP Group. A fresh stimulus tossed into his boring routine. He turned on the monitor in the management room.
On the screen, the chaebol third-gen Lee Seonho was arrogantly downing drinks. Seonwoo radioed Han Chae-a.
VVIP room. Han Chae-a approached Lee Seonho gracefully and whispered,
"Lee Seonho member, tonight the head manager has prepared a special gift just for you."
His eyes lit up at the promise of exclusive access to a fresh ace.
"But the head manager has one question he's curious about. By any chance... do you know anything about the PP Group's granddaughter?"
Lee Seonho's eyes flashed with brief suspicion, but his desire to sample the new 'merchandise' overrode his reason. He smirked and opened his mouth.
"Siyoon? Yeah, I know her. That bitch is totally insane. What, is Manager K interested in her or something?"
His voice dripped with clear contempt. Han Chae-a offered only a smile in response. That only seemed to stoke his impatience further, and he started spilling without prompting.
"Park Siyoon—she's no ordinary girl. You don't wanna get tangled up with her. The only places she goes are filthy clubs like Black Label."
He downed his whiskey in one gulp and continued.
"And what she does there... tsk. Her hobby's lining up guys for interviews. She glances at their faces, checks their crotch once. If they don't pass, she screams at them to get lost. Acts like a total queen."
"She must have pretty strict standards," Han Chae-a said.
Lee Seonho snorted.
"Strict? Nah, she's just crazy. Money? Family background? Doesn't give a shit about any of that. Only looks at face... and, well, dick size. That's it. So only desperate model wannabes and hosts swarm her. Sleeps with 'em once and tosses 'em aside. Most guys can't handle her and bail after one night, bored or burned out."
He paused, then emphasized,
"She's completely... sex-crazed."
Receiving the intel from Lee Seonho via Han Chae-a, Seonwoo pieced together a picture of Park Siyoon. 'Walking scandal factory.' That was Lee Seonho's phrase. Wherever she went, booze and men swarmed. Famous as the PP chaebol's wild child, her one-night criteria: face and size only. Personality and background? Irrelevant.
'She's completely sex-crazed. Most guys bail after one night—they can't handle her.'
Seonwoo's lips curled into a sly grin as Lee Seonho's final words echoed through the management room speakers.
"Sori."
"Yeah, oppa?"
"Looks like I've got a fun new toy on the way."
He set Yoo Sori down from his lap and stood.
Moments later, he was reading Han Chae-a's report on the Black Label Club. He fired up his laptop and searched "Park Siyoon" on a portal site. The screen filled with celebrity gossip articles and SNS photos. Blurry party shots, paparazzi snaps outside luxury shops. In every one, she had that jaded, bored gaze, like everything bored her to death.
"Hmm... crazy bitch, huh."
Seonwoo murmured low, staring into Park Siyoon's eyes on the monitor.
'This'll be fun.'
Days later, fully prepped, Seonwoo headed alone to Black Label. He easily spotted Park Siyoon in a room, surrounded by guys, drinking.
She looked nothing like the chaebol heiress from TV. Heavy smoky makeup, off-shoulder shirt blatantly exposing skin, and that signature bored, jaded gaze. Seonwoo sat at the bar, deliberately in her line of sight, sipping his drink.
In the room, Park Siyoon yawned at the guys' lame flattery. Then her eyes caught a new face: a lone guy at the bar. Sharp, cold aura that didn't fit the noisy chaos.
'Who the hell's that?'
She casually scanned him. Broad shoulders, perfect silhouette under the shirt. And the face—his side profile under the lights was unreal, like a sculpture. She could almost hear the whispers from nearby girls glancing over.
'Face: pass. Body... pass.'
A spark of genuine interest curved Park Siyoon's lips for the first time in ages. She didn't look away. Finally, he turned, and their gazes locked in mid-air.
Seonwoo activated Harem Scan during those three seconds of eye contact.
Target:Park Siyoon
Grade:A (Pleasure Addict)
Status: Boredom / Curiosity
Hidden Desires: #SexAddict #Pleasure #Orgy #SelfDestruction
Latent Talents: #DrugResistance(A) #Enchantment(S)
Affection:25 (Strong Sexual Curiosity)
'Sex addict, orgy... a real sex-crazed bitch.'
Seonwoo inwardly cheered. He was certain this woman could be perfectly tamed with enough pleasure. And he had a trainer who could deliver near-infinite ecstasy.
Ignoring Park Siyoon's continued stare, Seonwoo slipped out of the club.
Outside, he got in his car and called Han Chae-a first.
"Contact Lee Seonho member in the club now. Tell him K wants to meet separately."
Soon after, in Club Eden's VVIP room. Lee Seonho sat tense from the sudden summons by the head manager. Seonwoo, masked as the wolf, sat across and cut straight to it.
"Member, you're aware Park Siyoon does drugs, right?"
"...How do you—"
Lee Seonho's eyes wavered.
"Do you know her supplier?"
"..."
Lee Seonho clamped his mouth shut. In their world, 'information' was power—and weakness. He couldn't blab carelessly.
"Tell me, and I'll approve additional investment plus direct VVIP upgrade, no interview."
Lee Seonho's pupils shook violently. A shot at VVIP. Everyone here had money, but passing that brutal interview? Rare. Skip it straight to VVIP?
After agonizing seconds, desire won.
"...'Tiger.' Pretty infamous middleman in Gangnam's nightlife. Supplies mainly to foreigner-heavy spots like Black Label."
"Any distinguishing features, looks?"
"Fits the nickname—tiger tattoo starting from his neck."
"Good. Promise kept. H the manager will issue your VVIP card."
Once Lee Seonho left, Seonwoo—with the intel secured—called Woo Jincheol.
"Prosecutor Woo, sorry to call so late. Need a solid case win?"
"A case? What is it, Manager?"
"Know a guy called 'Tiger' in Gangnam? Big drug pusher, hits foreigner clubs."
"Hoo... solid tip?"
"Haha, of course. Tiger tattoo from the neck, they say."
"Foreigner clubs, tiger tattoo... I can wrap this in a day or two. Got it. I'll make good use of the info."
The call ended with Woo Jincheol's confident thanks. Seonwoo hung up, satisfied. The bait was set.
Days later, back at Black Label. Unlike usual, Park Siyoon sat alone, drinking anxiously, on edge. Not full withdrawal thanks to drug resistance, but irritated as hell.
Seonwoo seized the moment and approached. He slid naturally into the seat beside her.
"You look off."
Park Siyoon glared irritably but held back at his looks.
"...None of your business."
"Kuk, yeah, not really."
"...You were here last week, right?"
"Yeah. Water was weak, so I bounced... but today's decent?"
Seonwoo grinned slyly at her face.
"Don't bullshit. You locked eyes with me that day."
"Nah? First time seeing you today."
"...Sigh. So what? Wanna fuck? Fine by me. Guys with your body and face are rare. And..."
Park Siyoon trailed off, hand on his crotch.
"Yup, my eye doesn't lie. Dudes packing this aren't common either."
"Oh, feisty? I'm down too—no wasting time. Let's go?"
Seonwoo stood.
"Follow me. Might as well do it somewhere nice."
She smirked at his cocky vibe and rose, eyeing him up and down like a predator spotting prey, trailing behind.
Seonwoo loaded her into his car and headed straight to a hotel. In the room, Park Siyoon started stripping immediately.
"What're you doing? If we're fucking, strip already."
Instead of answering, Seonwoo fired off a quick text on his smartphone.
Seonwoo sat her on the sofa, poured wine, and stalled.
"No rush. Called a helper."
"Helper? If he's as hot as you, welcome. I like orgies too."
"Haha, too bad—helper's a girl."
"Fine by me. I like fucking girls too."
Soon, the doorbell rang. Seonwoo opened it to find Yoo Sori beaming innocently.
"Toy!!!"
Seonwoo felt a twinge of jealousy at her prioritizing the toy, but smiled fondly like at a cute kid.
"Sori's here? Toy's over there. Name's Park Siyoon. Your unnie."
"Waaah! Siyoon-unnie!"
Clueless, Park Siyoon eyed the approaching Yoo Sori with wary curiosity. What awaited her was worse than drugs—Yoo Sori's 'pleasure training.'