Dream Company Conquered – The City Awaits
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Using the Common Sense Alteration Sticker, I'd tweaked Heo Cho-hee's common sense just a bit, but I hadn't changed her completely. Erasing her true nature felt like too much of a waste. Sane Cho-hee had her own delicious appeal.
That said, I'd planted a few suggestions deep in her subconscious. With those, I could toy with her however I wanted from now on.
Her look of disgust earlier, retching at her own ridiculous behavior—it was so perfectly cute I wanted to preserve it forever. Being able to savor that Cho-hee whenever, freely? Fucking perfect.
"Uh… what about Cho-hee?"
At Euphonium's question, I pulled a fresh outfit from my inventory and dressed her. I always carried women's clothes around.
"Wiped a bit of her memory. She'll head home on her own when she wakes up."
I hid nearby and waited for her to stir. About ten minutes later, Cho-hee came to.
"Ugh!? What the hell? Where am I?"
Memory foggy, she freaked out, muttered a bunch of questions, then eventually headed back to her place.
The seeds I'd sown would slowly sprout inside her.
Reward: 100 Bonus Points, 10,000 Credits, and 'Incredibly Astonishing Luck'
● Dream Company
Dominate 95% or more of the headquarters staff at the IT company 'Fine' in Jinglebell City.
17,425/18,342
◈ This is materialized luck. Using this item triggers one universe-shocking stroke of luck within 24 hours.
◈ ※It defies causality, but does not apply to gacha pulls.
Quest cleared. Fine was mine now.
I'd successfully brainwashed most of Fine's employees. Strong suggestions bound them all—they worshipped me like a god. Every employee was my slave, and Fine had become my little kingdom.
The key to managing Fine was keeping internal info from leaking out. I handled that ironclad, and my slaves kept their mouths shut. Talented staff slaved away like dogs, growing the company, while the pretty ones pleasured my body. The ultimate workplace.
The quest reward item was top-tier. Incredibly Astonishing Luck was a gold brooch shaped like wings. It triggered insane luck—but the gacha restriction sucked. If it worked on pulls, I'd have snagged an SSS-grade ability or skill for sure.
Still, despite the limits, it'd come in clutch during a crisis later. I stashed it safely in my inventory.
Clearing the Fine domination quest triggered a new one for me.
● Dream City
Dominate 95% or more of Jinglebell City's citizens.
17,899/825,163
The last quest was about Fine; this one was the whole damn city. Over 800k people in Jinglebell—not easy. My head was already spinning.
Don't rush it. I've got time.
Tough quests mean fat rewards. Eternal truth.
The problem's Han Dambi.
This wasn't like school or a company—city-scale. Swallowing it whole meant I couldn't dodge Han Dambi's eyes.
Operating in secret under her watch? Tough. I was already on the quest to fuck her anyway—might have to clash eventually.
Deal with later shit later.
For now, celebrate the win. I headed to the company and summoned all the secretaries. Time for an orgy party.
Jinglebell City's back alleys were mostly cleaned up. Smart gangsters realized business here was hopeless and bailed. The stubborn idiots left? Leon Mask turned 'em into veggies.
The entertainment district was in my grip now. Profits beyond just cash.
"Finally swallowed up Arabian Night. Here's the deed."
Park Il-pyo, owner of Hanbang Pawnshop and my right-hand man, grinned in satisfaction. He'd preached this spot's value forever. Arabian Night wasn't just some nightclub.
"It's disguised as a club, but really an ultra-lux VVIP room salon. Even government bigwigs frequent it."
"Gov suits hitting a dump like this? Interiors look dated. The girls pretty enough?"
I smacked my lips. Park Il-pyo gave a wry smile.
"Minimum trainee idols. Quality aside, there's something bigger."
He mimed twirling something on his finger.
"Distributes heavy shit like meth and LSD. Big in our circles. You know those celeb drug scandals? Six outta ten from here. Ice? Half. Weed's easy; ice needs pro networks."
"Huh. Those punks handling drugs?"
"Only you'd call Mangchi Gang punks, boss. They pack heat in Korea. Seoul base intact—could clash anytime."
"They'll figure it out if they're smart."
I shrugged it off. A truckload of those fucks? No sweat. Just lop off heads, one by one.
No plans to shut down the shady ops here. Especially VVIP ties—deeper the better. I assembled the room salon's aces.
"Prettier than expected. Fits the gov regular rep."
Trainee origins checked out. They eyed me tense, like rabbits before a beast.
"But pretty packaging ain't enough. Gotta check the goods myself. Strip. Now."
Aces or not, no backtalk—they bared it all. Silky uniforms peeled off, smooth naked bodies pleased my eyes.
Overall, slender builds. Biggest tits C-cup. Bit lacking there.
Hips too. Elites hate the thick-bottom-heavy type?
Still, great proportions—eye candy. Nothing beats drowning in beauties.
I reached out freely. These bitches were my toys. Skin felt damn good.
Reading the room, they smiled seductively and closed in. Ace whores—quick on the uptake.
"Whoa~! Bro, check these muscles. You work out a ton."
"Love a ripped guy like this. That tan's sexy. Where'd you bronze?"
"Whoa! That bulge over your pants—cock? Huge!"
"Ugh… think it'll fit inside?"
Chirping like birds, fawning cutely. Play nice, and I'd toss extra scraps.
I groped asses. Decent, but two tiers below my secretary hotties. Whore skills probably made up for it.
And the flattery's fun.
I love tail-wagging pups. Pulled my wallet—stuffed with 50k bills.
Golden cabbages gleamed; their eyes lit up. Hate men? Maybe. Hate cash? Never.
Thick stack on the table: 5 mil total.
Too light.
Called the secretary pool. I'm Fine's CEO—no, Fine's god. Company funds? Pocket change.
"Bring 100 mil cash. Arabian Night, VVIP Room 1."
-Understood.
100 mil dropped jaws again. I smirked. Love splashing cash.
Shucked my shirt and pants. Whores flashed pussies, teasing.
"Whoa~! Bro's packing huge. New boss of this joint, huh? Big biz somewhere?"
"First time seeing a guy flash stacks like that."
"Face is my type too~ What to do! Bro, I'm safe today."
Pointed at the table cash, to the fawners.
"No hands. Pussy only. What you grab, you keep."
"F-for real!?"
"Clockwise, you in the middle—start with the black nipples."
"Black nipples!? Harsh on a girl! These are pretty pink!"
"Shameless bitch."
She hopped up, hands overhead, squatted like pissing.
Pussy spread wide before me. Heels made balance tricky, but ace technique shone.
"Hehe. Sucked plenty cocks with this, but never cash stacks."
"Don't hog it all! Leave some for sis!"
"No sisterly love!"
"Screw that!? Hehe!"
Black-nipple snatched bills with flapping labia. Ridiculous, but no one cared in this sleazy den. Pure drug-rush bliss.
"Eek~! Ah! Dropping! Nooo!"
Greedy black-nipple nabbed ~200k. Normie couldn't snag a bill—pro moves. Before full rotation, 5 mil gone.
"Shit! Didn't even get a turn!"