Awards Ceremony (1)
And so the day slipped by uneventfully.
I'd racked up a debt of 115 million won.
115 million! An insane amount no ordinary person could ever dream of paying off. Not even a Player like me.
"Ehehehehe."
For some reason, my master seemed thrilled about my new debt. She was humming to herself even while driving.
"Your debt just keeps piling up... 50 million won, huh? You're so brave for a guy, Hyunwoo."
"If you'd gotten a little luckier, you could've paid it off quick..."
"But that didn't happen, did it? Just wishful thinking."
Last month, my luck had been shit. If even one more good item had dropped, I could've covered this month's interest easy... What a stroke of bad fortune. Truly.
"If I'd gotten a little luckier, none of this would've happened! This month, I'll definitely..."
"Definitely? Sure, sure. Make sure you pay the interest this month. But you know it's already too late, right?"
She said it while stroking my hair.
"We're here. Get out."
"...Where is this? Not quite a motel."
"Why would I take you to a motel? My place is way better. This is the year-end ceremony venue."
A ceremony? They had those too?
"You know how celebrities give each other awards? Players do the same. Awards like Player of the Year, Outstanding Achievement, that kinda thing. Mostly based on who leveled up the most."
"What's the prize?"
I grumbled, and she smirked back at me.
"Probably some nice perks. Counts as career creds, so it'll make finding a party easier."
"Sounds great. As if high levels and good gear don't get you picked anyway."
"Getting snarky, are we? I like it, though. Makes you taste best when I pin you down."
...She was getting cruder by the day. On the surface, she seemed so elegant. But those glimpses of her true colors... Guess you never really know someone until you live with them.
"I heard you don't usually show up to these things, Master."
"Ahem. Hurry up and get out—we're late!"
Her quick subject change confirmed it: she had some shady motive for coming here.
I sighed deeply and stepped out of the car.
I've heard Players rake in cash like crazy, but this much?
The ceremony was at one of Seoul's priciest spots—the hottest hotel in the most expensive district. The building alone was intimidatingly glamorous... Could I even set foot in a place like this?
No wonder she changed into that fancy dress. Not like her at all.
Surprisingly, Master was decked out in a red dress, smiling awkwardly. She must hate how uncomfortable it felt.
Why was this shocking? She usually rocked shorts and nothing else. I'd assumed she didn't give a damn about clothes... Guess she dresses up for events like this. Who knew?
Why doesn't she wear stuff like this all the time? She looks stunning.
In that backless red dress, she looked like a model. Long limbs, small face, perfect proportions...
But inside? A sex monster who'd bound my body with that twisted contract, plotting to fuck me step by step.
Knowing that killed any lust I might've felt for her.
"What're you doing? Don't just stand there like an idiot—follow me."
I scurried after her into the hotel lobby. The inside was even more overwhelming... Holy shit, do rich people really sleep in places like this?
"Ah, Ryu Ga-eul, Player? Is that you?"
"Yeah. Here for the event."
"Understood. Please follow the staff. Here's your key."
"Mm, got it."
She treated the staff like Joseon-era nobility addressing a servant.
Makes sense. Players aren't just rich—they're personally powerful.
Old nobles flaunted status and wealth. Modern nobles—Players—had raw power fused into their very bodies, like private armies incarnate. How could commoners treat them casually? No way.
Lost in thought, I suddenly found myself and Master in a vast auditorium. Probably for events like this. Who knew a hotel had a whole performance hall on the first floor? Must cost a fortune to rent—hundreds of millions, easy.
"Ah! Nice to meet you, Senior Ryu! I'm Park Yuna, LV.67!"
"Mm. Hi."
As we hunted for our seats, some stranger approached. Bowing 90 degrees like a mobster greeting the boss—super awkward.
"You know her?"
"Nah, first time seeing the bitch today."
"Then why's she calling you senior...?"
"Duh, 'cause my level's way higher. You still adjusting to Player culture?"
Ridiculous! She looked way older than Master. And they both bantered casually like it was nothing... Mind-blowing.
"I'll keep pushing forward to be of great help to you, Senior!"
I knew the world was fucked, but hierarchies based purely on levels? Shocking to me.
The ceremony itself was surprisingly low-key, nothing like the flashy exterior suggested. Just like Master said—celebs getting awards and applause, same old TV schtick.
"Yes! The winner of the Subjugation Award is none other than..."
Some famous celebrity was hyping up the announcement when Master grabbed my waist.
"Oh yeah, you knew you're getting an award this time, right?"
"...First I've heard of it."
An award? Rookies like me—less than a year in—don't get those easily. Sure, I was ahead of most Players, but not award-worthy.
"That shameless look on your face is pissing me off."
"M-Me? More importantly, I didn't even hear about this."
"That's 'cause I got the notice for you."
Ah, how thoughtful.
"Whatever, not important. Time to get ready—go get your award!"
She dragged me to the waiting room. Sigh... What a pointless hassle. Complicating the mind of someone already depressed about debt. Master was hopeless.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Suck it."
As we waited in the room, she suddenly hiked up her dress hem.
So stunned, I just gawked.
"Master, don't tell me you came here just to..."
"Obviously? Why else would I bother dragging my ass here?"
"Ughhh..."
Her exhibitionism was off the charts. That's why she pulled this stunt.
I hesitated, then buried my face under her skirt. Smooth, hairless pussy right there... I'd glimpsed it before, but never this close. Saliva gathered involuntarily. Could I really...?
"Quit stalling and do it!"
"Mmph!"
She yanked my hair violently, shoving me in. My mouth crashed against her folds.
My first taste of her... was a shock.
"Haaaaah... Fuck, yes. This is it... So fucking good..."
"Mmph!"
"Fuck, the conquest feels insane... Shivers down my spine. Hnnngh!"
Just my lips brushing her, and she was moaning like a pornstar, muttering nonstop.
"All this built-up juice? I'm dumping it all on you. Drink every drop."
"Mmmph!"
"Feels so fucking good. Picturing you up on stage giving a speech after gulping down my pussy juice... It's perfect. You love it too, right?"
Her twisted lust only grew stronger by the day. Where would her exhibitionism explode next?
One thing was clear: in two months, it'd go nuclear.