Penthouse Conspiracies and Lisa's Sultry Advance
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Baek Jaesung 19
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a dazzling view of the city skyline. Skyscrapers filled the glittering scene—this was Manhattan, hailed as humanity's first modern metropolis. And right now, they were in the Spring Room of the Grand Season, the most luxurious hotel in the bunch.
The Grand Season uniquely categorized its rooms by seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter. The Spring Room was one of only five top-tier suites in this 50-story behemoth, a favorite among heads of state. One night here cost over $100,000.
The black-haired man casually uncorked a bottle of wine worth more than a million dollars each. He didn't even touch it—the cork just popped out with a bang. A clear sign he possessed extraordinary abilities.
"They're all dead."
The voice came from empty air behind him. He didn't bother turning around as he began decanting the wine.
Right now, what mattered was letting the wine's aroma coat his nose and mouth. He poured it into a glass made of Sky Sapphire, a monster byproduct gem worth over 100 million won per carat, and held it up to a scented candle to inspect the color.
This guy enjoyed luxuries that even most billionaires could only dream of, without batting an eye.
"What's your plan from here?"
Another voice from the void. He swirled the glass slowly before speaking—not to sip, but to answer.
"Visha Clan, was it? Guess I'll start by dealing with them."
"The Visha Clan is useful. They're quick on the uptake, easy to handle."
"Too quick, maybe. Looks like their clan master sniffed out our connection. Half a step ahead is fine, but a full step? That's trouble."
He ordered the annihilation of an assassin clan like it was nothing. And he had every right and power to do so.
"Understood. Oh, and the Master wants to see your face once."
"Huh? Why not just call? Gotta send a messenger? Old man's so rigid."
He set down his empty glass with those words. On the small table beside it sat a single book. Its leather cover bore an embossed rose entwined around a cross. He stroked the fine binding, eyes closed.
Rosenkreuzer
The symbol of the massive demonic organization known as the Rosicrucian Order—a rose wrapped around a cross.
"How's that fun project the Korean Hunter Association is prepping?"
"Insider says it's going smoothly. Our assassination plot caused a brief snag, but it's back on track."
"Good to hear. More money flowing our way is always a win."
This world had far more demonic clans than civilians imagined. Power corrupts easily, and plenty rebelled against the massive order established by the Hunter Associations. Those misfits banded together, forming demonic clans.
"Handle Visha... then we'll watch and wait for a bit."
"Got it. I'll take care of it within 24 hours."
"Too long. Make it 12."
"Still as ruthless as ever."
A chuckle echoed from the air. He waved it off dismissively, and the unseen, voiceless presence vanished.
He resumed savoring his fine wine leisurely. Staring at his reflection in the glass, he thought of one man.
Han Seungjin... exceeding expectations.
Lisa had come to Korea herself. I went to pick her up at the airport.
"Lisa. Good to see you."
Finding a beauty like her was easy. She wore a form-fitting gray suit and sky-high heels. Must've been brutal on a flight, but her face showed no fatigue.
Surprisingly, she came alone—no secretary, just a small bag she could carry in one hand.
"Ooh! Mr. Baek! So nice to see you. I've heard tons about Korea, but this is my first time here in person. You can escort me properly, right?"
"Oh? I thought you came to snag a contract with me."
"Exactly. This date's for that. I'm starving, though. The in-flight meal was awful."
We hit a restaurant first. I picked the priciest French spot nearby. But Lisa furrowed her brow.
"We're in Korea—why French? Let's try over there."
She pointed to a budae jjigae joint. Fine by me, but would it suit her taste?
"You good with spicy?"
Budae jjigae isn't super spicy, but some foreigners can't handle even that. Just checking, she beamed innocently.
"I love East Asian food. Spicy's no problem."
"Alright then. Let's go."
We headed into the budae jjigae place. What an odd pair. Every eye in the shop locked onto her the moment she walked in.
I'm used to stares thanks to my girls. Lisa seemed right at home with the attention her stunning looks drew, settling in with a relaxed smile.
The menu was budae jjigae base with add-ons. Ramen noodles were a must.
"Ramen noodles, bean sprouts, extra ham... cheese too?"
"Cheese sounds great. Curious how it'll taste."
Her bright smile reminded me of first dates with my girls. Felt fresh.
Should bring the others here sometime.
The stew arrived quick. Rich, savory broth with perfectly fermented kimchi. Damn good. Not sure about Lisa, though.
"This is delicious. Air rice too?"
Lucky—it hit the spot. She was a bigger eater than expected, nearly matching me, a dungeon hunter. We polished off the pot and strolled, scouting cafes.
"Korea's so cute and compact. Oh! Nice cafe over there."
We entered a vintage-vibe spot. She got Viennese coffee; I went cocoa. Seated, I broached the topic.
"Haven't mentioned the contract yet."
"Hehe. Later. Time to enjoy now."
Her playful grin made her look less like a CEO, more like a fun, energetic beauty.
But she was an ambitious businesswoman with big dreams. This whole act was probably laying groundwork for the deal. She was out here personally selling to me.
"Hmm... coffee might be better at my usual spot."
"Yeah. Cocoa's pretty standard."
As I said that, her hand darted to my cup. Naturally, our hands overlapped. She sipped right from where my lips had been.
"Yep. Just off-the-shelf stuff."
She did it on purpose—from my spot. This woman's no ordinary vixen. She flashed a mischievous smile at my slight fluster.
"Wanna try mine, Jaesung?"
Suddenly "Mr. Baek" became "Jaesung."
"Nah. Craving sweet right now."
We skipped contract talk entirely. She chatted everyday stuff—mostly about Everett.
"Everett's a good kid brother type. He'll make it big someday. Talented dungeon hunter too."
"I see."
Honestly, never seen him raid, so hard to comment.
"But I was surprised. Thought he'd end up with Murray for sure. She seemed ready to propose... then suddenly, wall between them. After their Korea training trip."
During that trip, I NTR'd Everett right in front of Murray. Her fetish got totally rewired by my item—she can't get excited without NTR now.
"Everett said you have something amazing."
She flicked her tongue like a snake, eyes oddly drifting to my crotch.
"Shall we head out?"
"Sure. Where to?"
"Bit early, but... got a spot in mind."
Leaving the cafe, Lisa led me straight to a motel.
"Oh. Aggressive."
Her vibe had me suspecting as much. Pillow sales in full swing.
"Heard from Everett you live pretty wildly. Fits a dungeon hunter. Lust was always a hero's trait, historically."
We entered. Unmanned motel. I booked at the kiosk.
"For the contract?"
She answered instantly.
"More personal curiosity, honestly."
Sure. Words say that, but contract's priority, right? Whatever—good for me either way.
"What monster made Everett like that?"
"Guess you'll have to check yourself."
Into the room. Cool autumn air, no sweat, but I wanted a shower first.
"Shower first?"
"Yeah. You go ahead?"
I hit the bathroom. Caught a sly glint in her eye.
Luckily easier than expected. Fun conquering, but her coming at me? Its own thrill.
Scrubbed my junk extra thorough—key spot. Mid-wash, the door swung open.
"Lisa?"
"Hehe. No freak-out, as expected from a lustful guy."
I stared. She was wrong—I was surprised. Not by the intrusion, but her outfit.
"What the—!"
Lisa stepped in wearing a pure white high-leg swimsuit.