What Perfume Are You Wearing? It’s a Scent I’ve Never Smelled Before.
After hearing the whole story, the employees at Hanu-ri Tax & Accounting Law Firm huddled together for a moment and talked among themselves. When they turned back, one of them said, “I think there may be a way. You mentioned that we’re linked with a law firm in the United States, so we’d need to speak with them first.”
They didn’t know the exact method. They were office workers at a small or midsize company for their entire lives—how could they possibly understand American law, or tax law, for that matter? That was exactly why people paid experts a fortune to handle it for them.
“He’s supposed to come in tomorrow, so you should be able to discuss it then. It’s the Chicago Royal Law Firm.”
“Royal Law Firm? You contracted with a pretty major place. In that case, there’s no reason to doubt their capability. Well... with that much money on the line, it’s better to be safe and certain.”
They looked genuinely startled when they heard the firm’s name, then quickly remembered that he was a Powerball winner and nodded in understanding.
“The best approach would be to establish the investment company in the United States rather than Korea, then set up a branch in Korea and transfer operating funds from the U.S. side.”
“If you also have additional money for personal use, you should consider moving that separately to Korea. You’ll have to pay taxes, of course. Still, depending on how and why the money is moved, there may be restrictions on how it can be used.”
In that case, the sensible thing was to say something encouraging and motivate them to work harder.
“I’ll leave it in your hands. As long as the results are good, that applies not only to the taxes for the investment company that will continue operating when I return to Korea, but also to my personal taxes.”
“Thank you. We’ll make sure this is handled in a way you’ll never regret.”
Money really was everything. It was intoxicating.
After taking notes for quite a while, the team leader looked at Song Hoon as if only just realizing something important had been left unasked.
“By the way, what should the company be called...?”
“Hmm...”
What would be good? He hadn’t thought deeply about it yet.
“Dice.”
“Pardon? As in dice?”
“Dice Capital Partners. I think Dice Capital Partners sounds good.”
Things moved both quickly and slowly after that. From the start, lottery winnings weren’t paid out the very next day after confirmation; there was a claim process, a review process, taxes to deduct, and so on, which meant it could take up to three months.
Of course, since the lawyers were doing their best, he didn’t think it would actually take that long.
By Korean standards, this speed is unacceptable.
But when he remembered that this wasn’t a few billion won but nine hundred billion after taxes, he found it easy to stay calm.
It wasn’t as though he’d spent the whole time lazing around, either. With the firm’s help, he handled his visa change, established a company in the U.S., researched the best way to minimize taxes while maximizing what he could personally spend, and watched other people do the research for him.
By the time he’d been in America for a month, even Kim Nagyeong was starting to build up a healthy appetite again.
Of course, she wasn’t the only one.
Seol Yeomyeong, Lee Dahyeon, Jeong Han-ah.
Even An Hyejeong had quietly reached out, and Yoon Hanna, who had returned to Korea, had contacted him too.
Heh-heh. I’m pretty popular.
Song Hoon was pretty worked up too, of course. Ever since his sex with Yoon Hanna, he hadn’t had sex even once.
[If you’re really that desperate, tell them to come to America.]
[Nagyung: Honestly, if it weren’t the season, I might’ve already gone over there.]
She was serious. Maybe she really was the type to come if she decided to.
[Nagyung: Look at this and stay strong!]
[Nagyung: [photo]]
It was a good photo. She was wearing only her underwear, her bra pulled down to reveal her ample breasts in full.
It made the lower half of him twitch instantly.
[Or, I’m planning to stay here for about another month, so if there’s anyone who wants to come all the way to America, let me know.]
[Nagyung: Eek! So you’re planning to fuck someone every night for the whole month?]
[Hmm... probably?]
[Nagyung: One person definitely won’t be enough....]
[That’s correct too.]
Most likely. Almost certainly, if there was anyone willing to come all the way to America just for him.
“Can’t be helped.”
He might as well go down to the bar and have a drink. If he could pick up a woman while he was at it, even better.
He dressed himself casually, then checked his appearance in the mirror. Not bad.
He had 20 Dice Points left, and around 330 sex points.
Still feels like something’s missing.
“Invest 5 points in appearance. Invest 3 points in height.”
He spent eight points at once.
“And... invest 2 points in charm. Is that possible?”
It is possible.
Sure enough, even abstract investments were possible.
As a total of 10 points drained away, the changes began.
“Ugh...”
A dull pain spread through his body, one that was now more bearable than it had been before.
“Wow...”
When he stopped swaying, lifted his head, and looked in the mirror, he was clearly still standing there—but somehow, the face staring back wasn’t the one he’d always known.
It wasn’t some insane, jaw-droppingly handsome face that made heads turn like a celebrity’s when he appeared on TV, but...
“Damn... investing points really works.”
He had transformed into someone attractive enough to be called handsome.
Just a few months ago, he’d been completely ordinary. After investing points, losing weight, and building muscle, he’d become a decent-looking man, and now that he’d put Dice Points into his appearance, he’d ended up somewhere between handsome and beautiful.
So being good-looking really does make life easier, huh?
He was tempted to invest more points into his looks.
But he held back. He needed to change gradually.
Little by little, without letting anyone notice.
When he entered the hotel bar, he found quite a few people seated at the tables, drinking in small groups and enjoying themselves.
He felt a brief flicker of awkwardness at being in a place he’d never been before, then headed to the bar, ordered a decent whiskey, and slowly scanned the room.
Music played at just the right volume, the alcohol was just right, and the lighting was pleasantly dim.
“First time here, I’m guessing?”
He’d been drinking, checking his phone, and glancing around the room for a few minutes when someone suddenly set a glass down on the seat beside him and drifted over.
“Yeah. Was it that obvious?”
“A little?”
He quickly scanned her.
Is this what they call platinum blond?
Her hair was blonde, but with a pale silvery cast to it, waved and flowing down to her shoulders. Her skin was even fairer than the pale women he’d seen in Korea, and her blue eyes were mysterious, with a scattering of faint freckles.
“I’m Jena Renee.”
“I’m Song Hoon. That’s a pretty name.”
It was as pretty as her face—and her body.
“Where are you from?”
“Korea. South Korea. I’m here on a trip.”
“I thought Song was here on business.”
Fair enough. He was wearing a suit, so it made sense that she’d assume that.
“What about you, Jena Renee?”
“Call me Jena.”
“Song, Hoon. Call me however you like.”
“Song. I like Song better. It sounds like a song, doesn’t it?”
Her bright smile was beautiful.
“I am here on business. Business ended yesterday, and I’m going back to my company the day after tomorrow.”
“I see. I’m... probably staying for about another month.”
At that, Jena Renee smiled faintly. A whole month of traveling.
Unlike her, he really was enjoying life.
“You came alone?”
“Yes. It wasn’t a very difficult business trip, so I wrapped it up in a week.”
If the results of that business trip had been bad, would he even be here?
The result must have been good, because she was drinking here with a fairly bright expression. That was his guess.
“Then a toast for Jena, who worked so hard.”
“Thank you. This is the first congratulations I’ve received.”
Her expression was bright. So that was the right guess.
Her response wasn’t bad at all. Before he knew it, her knee was touching his, and her upper body was tilted toward him.
“What perfume are you wearing? It’s a scent I’ve never smelled before.”
As the two of them chatted and laughed, Jena Renee lightly tapped his thigh a few times, then tilted her head at the sweet, faintly intoxicating body scent brushing her nose.
“Honestly, I don’t really use perfume.”
At that, Song Hoon laughed deeply.
Because that was practically a signal.
***
“Haa. I’m tired.”
After all her appointments and schedules were over, Jena Renee sat in the hotel bar, absently toying with her glass, her expression tired and bored.
Still, more than fatigue, what she really felt was a kind of boredom—the sense that the day couldn’t end like this.
She didn’t exactly feel like heading to a club, but sitting in a decent bar, having a drink, and looking for a man to talk to didn’t seem so bad either.
And if that led to one night together, that wouldn’t be bad either.
Of course, she wondered if there would even be a man who could pass her standards.
“Looks like it’s your first time at a bar.”
At the far end of the room, an East Asian man ordered a glass of whiskey and awkwardly fiddled with his phone while looking around, and she gave a quiet smile before lifting her glass and walking over.
He’s pretty handsome, isn’t he?
He had a very attractive face, and he looked tall too. His body seemed solid, and the suit he was wearing looked like it was made of high-quality fabric.
The clothes look expensive too. Or maybe he’s an Asian celebrity? Or from a rich family?
She couldn’t come to a final conclusion. Honestly, just from his looks, it was impossible to judge.
“First time here, I’m guessing?”
When he jerked his head around at her words, Jena Renee drew in a quiet breath.
The man’s appeal, now that she was seeing him up close, was far greater than it had seemed from a distance.
“Seriously? Wow... you’re in your thirties? I thought you were in your mid-twenties.”
As expected, Asians really did look younger than their age. She’d thought he was around his mid-twenties, and he was thirty?
“And you look like you’re in your early twenties, Jena. I thought you were a college student on a trip.”
Of course, she knew he was flattering her a little, since she was already approaching her late twenties, but she didn’t mind. He spoke well, too.
And before she knew it, she found herself imagining what it would be like to have sex with him.
They say Asian men are small.
She wondered whether she’d be disappointed if he was too small, but at the same time, she also thought: what did it matter if it was just for one night?
“Song... another drink...”
“Jena? Would you like another drink in my room?”
Without quite realizing it, Jena Renee smiled faintly and nodded.