Boji Tower Beckons
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Special Business Designator: Baek Jaesung 6
"It's already made it to America?"
"America? You think it's just America? The whole world's probably heard by now. Hell, they've even started a fan club for that handsome dungeon hunter."
The handsome dungeon hunter? Obviously Han Seungjin. This guy's the pinnacle of Eastern looks. He's so damn good-looking even the Westerners are losing their minds.
I mean, with that face and those skills, it'd be weirder if he wasn't popular.
Plus, his ability, Darkness Control, seems to be a big part of the hype. It's infamous as a demonic power, but that notoriety's working in his favor somehow.
It's perfect bait for edgelords in their rebellious phase, and there's this mysterious allure that draws people in. All around, the guy's enviable as fuck.
"Rumors about the Korean Hunter Association prepping something big have already hit the tabloids here. Looks like America's gearing up to match it."
"Capitalism at its finest."
"That's why I got a call from a friend of mine. They asked if I could set up an intro for you, darling."
"A friend? Who?"
"The president of Boji Entertainment, under the Boji Group. Pretty famous in the U.S."
What the fuck?
"Think I misheard. Say that again?"
"Boji Group subsidiary, Boji Entertainment. Heh. Funny name, right?"
Funny? More like a goddamn riot. Wonder if they can expand into Korea.
"You just laughed, didn't you?"
"Who wouldn't laugh at that if they're Korean?"
"Fair point. I'd crack up at Push Entertainment too. Anyway, name aside, it's a legit big player. And get this—the president's a total knockout."
"A woman?!"
My dick twitched instantly. A beautiful woman? If Everett's saying it, it's no exaggeration.
"Gotta meet her now! Sounds too good to pass up!"
"Perfect! I'll send you plane tickets—come on over! Staying at my place would be ideal. Darling crashing at my house? Can't wait!"
"To America!? Timing's spot on. I'm free right now—all the other girls headed back to their places."
Sujin's parents might drop by soon, but that's their issue.
A renowned company prez and a babe waiting for me? No time to hesitate. Plus, they're eyeing my market value.
The higher my price tag, the better.
A grin spread across my face. I called Jisu and Jueun right away.
"Pack your bags! We're prepping for America!"
"Whoa~! Overseas trip!?"
Jisu bounced around excitedly. Not exactly a vacation, but we'd have time for sightseeing. I nodded.
"Got someone to meet."
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Everett hooked us up with first class, smart girl. The VIP treatment started at the airport—separate entrance, even a quick, clean shower before boarding.
On the plane, they rolled out luxury meals. Not quite fine dining on the ground, but the flex factor made it feel premium.
"You really gotta make it big to live like this."
"Yasss! Gotta post this on Insta~!"
Jisu and Jueun were thrilled too. Seeing their smiles warmed me up inside.
The first-class pampering made the long haul to America fly by. Destination: California, the iconic West Coast state. Famous for the U.S. Hunter Association HQ, among other things.
"Welcome to Cail~!!!!"
Everett was waiting at the airport. Next to her: her childhood friend, now a full-blown NTR cuck, the white stud Raphael Murray. This guy's handsome in his own right—reminds me of Han Seungjin just looking at him.
"Long time no see."
He said it coolly. I nodded.
"Yeah, been a while."
"Those beautiful ladies must be your party members. Hmm? Who's the purple-haired stunner?"
Unlike the others who've hit the news, our party analyst Jueun's a civilian—no media exposure. Murray had no clue.
"Our party's intel analyst, Kim Jueun."
"Nice to meet you."
Jueun gave a gentle smile and nod. Murray glanced between us, then whispered just loud enough for me.
"You two look good together. She...?"
"Mine, obviously."
I held up my pinky. Murray's face lit up like he'd cracked a code. He nodded eagerly, whispering back.
"Got it. So she's... too."
Probably picturing me railing her. I smirked.
This fully awakened NTR junkie can't get hard without watching me with other women. Like Geukgeomcheonsun and Banggeukcheon—both useful, easy to control.
"Wanna watch?"
He nodded fast at my casual toss. Throwing him a bone like this would make him even easier to handle.
Honestly, other guys peeping on me with my women? Doesn't bother me—boosts my alpha ego. Long as they just jerk off and don't flirt or touch a hair on their heads. Then it's lights out.
"Keep your hopes up."
Murray swallowed hard, nodding.
"Straight home feels off. Dinner first?"
"Got a good spot?"
"Reserved one. Let's go."
We hit Everett's recommended upscale restaurant. Menu showed courses around $500 a pop. Murray ordered a $1,000 bottle of wine.
"We're here—might as well go big."
"American scale's no joke."
Come to think of it, Murray's from old money. Loaded in every way: hottie childhood friend, family, looks, dungeon hunter talent. Too many winners in this world.
"I met the Boji Entertainment prez thanks to Murray."
"Oh ho. Well-connected, huh?"
"Dad's a state senator. Lots of schmoozing."
He shrugged it off.
"What's she like?"
"Lisa Boji. Granddaughter of the Boji Group chairman, who's basically the core of Boji Industries."
"Boji Industries—what do they do? Porn or prostitution?"
Murray chuckled.
"Ha! Yeah, the name's embarrassing in Korean. Boji Industries is California's top monster byproduct processor. As you know, not many dungeons here, but byproducts flood in from everywhere. Processing industry's boomed."
I've heard. About 15% of U.S. monster byproducts get reprocessed in California.
That's massive—slightly less than Korea's total output. Considering Korea's insane yield per land area, California's prowess hits hard.
Korea's stuff has top-tier quality, great for international trade.
America leads global byproduct production, chased by China and Russia. But China's full of fakes and low quality. Russia's similar. America wins on volume and quality.
So a California processor? Powerhouse status obvious.
"Boji Industries ranks 5th in state byproduct processing, 2nd in IT-related. They make chips shipped worldwide. Top 100 globally by revenue."
"Damn."
Even limited to California—which outpowers most countries—that's world-class.
Way bigger than expected. But Boji Industries is the parent; I'm visiting subsidiary Boji Entertainment.
"Boji Entertainment's a startup—under 5 years old. Barely any parent support. Chairman Ron Boji wants his granddaughter to prove herself."
Made sense. Could coast on daddy's money, but Lisa Boji's a fighter.
Fucking a fierce woman like that? Delicious. Like Greia or Lienna from Solari World.
"See that building? That's Boji Tower."
Everett pointed out a massive skyscraper. Skyscrapers everywhere, had to squint.
"Oh yeah?"
A huge clock-fronted tower caught my eye—easily over 50 floors. Above the clock: 'BOJI TOWER'.
"Boji Entertainment's a bit further... over there."
Her finger aimed at a small building way off.
"Startup and SME office district."
"Can't wait."
Dessert arrived—decadent chocolate that'd melt your teeth just looking. I shoveled it in.
"Fucking delicious~!"
Jueun cutely scrunched her eyes in bliss. Murray left a $200 tip.
"Shall we?"
Everett chirped cutely. We cabbed to her place.
Her apartment was sparse—matches her plan to ditch U.S. life for Korea. But the bed? Key.
"Deluxe size. Solid choice."
"Bought it yesterday in a rush! Can't have darling on a shitty bed, right Murray?"
"Ahem! Yeah. Planning to jump right in?"
Both Everett and Murray were hyped for my action. Jisu and Jueun, out of the loop, tilted heads.
"Something feels off..."
"Kinda, but good vibes are good vibes. Time to strip?"