Eun-ah's Revenge
Moon Eun-ah bit her lip, inwardly cursing the man who kept spouting useless nonsense. "Tsk, what the hell does he know?"
Even though she'd ended up rambling on about her own past, it wasn't like she'd spilled everything. It had been pointless meddling on her part. Should she curse him out? Eun-ah glanced at the man's ordinary, somewhat sloppy face and decided against it. Her expression grew complicated as she headed toward the underground elevator.
The six bodyguards stationed in the basement bowed deeply the moment they saw her. They looked presentable on the surface, but every last one of them was a thug. Kim Nam-guk had started as an enforcer for the up-and-coming Shinsegae Pibada-pa in the 80s, become the boss of the Namguk-pa in the 90s, and now acted as her mother's lover. He was a giant among giants who had completely devoured the underworld. A man with more influence than the president himself—someone no one could touch. Hardly any high-ranking figures in the political, prosecutorial, or business worlds across the ruling and opposition parties hadn't received his hospitality. At this point, calling him a king wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Her mother had received that man's support for a long time. Sometimes by offering her body, sometimes by volunteering to be sold off. She had become the figure known as the Madame across the entire entertainment industry, but she didn't look happy. Instead, to hold onto that position, she had grown even colder and started using even her own children—including Eun-ah and her half-siblings—as tools. Her mother's influence in the shadows had already grown larger than what she wielded in the light.
"Eun-ah, if you want to become my successor, you'll need to work much harder."
Eun-ah had never wanted to be anyone's successor. She didn't want to live the kind of life where she became an idol, grew famous, and then got sold off to some second-generation chaebol heir or a fifty-something politician. "What the hell does he know?" Eun-ah ground her teeth, recalling what the man had said in the car earlier. It pissed her off that he'd claimed it wasn't too late when she already thought she was long past saving.
The elevator doors opened, revealing people chatting in a lavish red hallway. These were famous figures whose names alone would ring bells. The most influential among them was a local big shot who owned three hundred thousand square meters of land in the countryside. It gave her a clear sense of exactly what kind of crowd had gathered here. The lecherous gaze of that old local tycoon—who supposedly had even mayors and National Assembly members bowing and scraping to him—brushed over her. Eun-ah clenched her jaw tight.
The celebrities who appeared on TV the moment you turned it on were all drunk on alcohol and drugs, entertaining guests who looked at her like she was a sweet piece of prey. The VVIP room was packed with a four-term National Assembly member, the heir to one of the top ten chaebol families, the head of a massive foreign distribution conglomerate, and even Triad gangsters. The stench that hit her the moment she stepped inside was more disgusting than anything she'd ever smelled before.
Sickeningly sweet eyes locked onto her. The woman who cooed, "You came?" was Heo Yeo-jung, the maknae of her own group. The girl currently stroking a Triad boss's chest didn't look in her right mind—clearly already high on drugs. She hadn't even been out of her teens that long, yet here she was in this state. Eun-ah barely swallowed the nausea rising in her throat and glared at her mother, Choi Ga-yeon, who was smoking at the central table.
"Could I speak with you for a moment?"
At her words, a subtle change crossed Choi Ga-yeon's face.
"Eun-ah, I told you not to come here."
On the surface, her face looked kind and caring. But Eun-ah knew that behind it lay nothing but concern over damaged product value. Her own face twisted in disgust.
"It's urgent."
"Something you can't say right here?"
"Yes."
At Eun-ah's reply, four-term Assemblyman Park Cheol-sun from Jongno laughed heartily and said, "If your beautiful daughter says it's urgent, you should go ahead."
"I'm sorry. It seems my child has some business to attend to."
"It's quite all right. We'll greet each other properly later."
His sweeping gaze carried clear lust. This bastard—the leading presidential candidate and head of the opposition party—was infamous for only targeting girls forty years younger than him. Idol Killer was a rather fittingly pathetic nickname for someone who dragged around a powerful fanbase of supporters.
Choi Ga-yeon stared at Eun-ah with a puzzled expression before obediently stepping outside. The moment they left the room, Eun-ah could feel countless eyes following her mother. Madame Choi Ga-yeon. Honestly, there was no shortage of entertainers who wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps. To land a good sponsor—and if they were lucky, to become a mistress or concubine—many chose this path over being an ambiguously retiring or unknown celebrity. The girls who suddenly married anonymous businessmen after disappearing from the public eye were usually the ones who'd gone down this route.
Avoiding all those envious stares, Eun-ah successfully dragged Choi Ga-yeon into an empty private room. This was her mother's office in the hotel registered under a borrowed name. As the true owner, Choi Ga-yeon made every detailed decision regarding the hotel from this very space.
Choi Ga-yeon lit a cigarette with a tired expression and glared at her daughter.
"What is it? Have you lost your mind? Do you know where this is? Do you think I raised you just to sell you off to the trash here?"
From the very first sentence, her tone treated Eun-ah not as a child but as an object. Eun-ah grew cold in response.
"Mom, have you ever once thought about my life? Not as something to sell off, but my real life."
Ga-yeon snorted at her words.
"No one has thought about your life more than I have. The fact that you look like this, that you eat well and live well, that you're an idol—everything is because I made it happen. Do you even know what a starving life feels like? You should be grateful to me."
Ga-yeon looked at Eun-ah with disgust, as if she were sickened by a daughter who had never experienced the poverty she herself had endured. Abandoned by her parents, she had been raised by her grandmother. That grandmother, living off odd jobs in the rice paddies of a Gangwon-do countryside village, had been desperately poor. In winter, when there was nothing to eat, she had dug through the food waste bins behind restaurants in town. She couldn't even attend school properly. The walk to the town school alone took two and a half hours. For a young girl living halfway up a mountain, it was a brutal distance, and she often couldn't go at all when there was fieldwork to be done. Her grandmother cursed her every day, calling her a worthless bitch, a parasite. Even though she was too weak from missing meals to have any strength, she still had to head up the mountain at dawn every day to dig for medicinal herbs. The nights sleeping in the storage shed were freezing. In cold that chilled her to the bone, she had to scrape together plastic sheets and fallen leaves just to cover herself. It wasn't until much later that she learned she possessed a beauty unmatched by anyone else. No one had ever seen the face hidden beneath the stench of garbage and layers of dirt, since she could never wash properly. Her grandmother had made a living by selling her body. Strangling that grandmother to death had been inevitable. Even after inheriting what little property there was and moving to Seoul, the things she had to do didn't change much. The only difference was that she could now sell her body for a much higher price. Dealing with directors, agency presidents, writers, and managers who were all desperate to get their hands on her body hadn't been difficult. And now Ga-yeon looked at her daughter's spoiled complaints with utter disgust. If only she had followed the plan, her daughter could have enjoyed the greatest wealth and power the world had to offer.
"You really take after him more than me. That's why you're so stupid."
Choi Ga-yeon projected her resentment onto the husband who had left without understanding her plans.
"You could have the greatest power in the world! Being the president's wife wouldn't be impossible! Do you really want to live some mediocre life? I'm the one who gave birth to you! I'm the one who's going to make you the best!"
Eun-ah was rendered speechless by her mother's madness.
"Mom... all I ever wanted was a normal life. Going to school, making friends, stressing over exams, eating tteokbokki after class. I've never once had that kind of life."
Because simply being pretty wasn't enough to survive there, she had been forced to grow up much faster than others. In a place overflowing with jealousy and envy even toward an eight-year-old, she had to become ruthless. She had lived a life without a single friend.
"While I was on my way to a schedule, I saw kids outside the car, laughing and talking. They had nothing, yet they looked so happy. It made me realize I couldn't even remember the last time I'd laughed. Do you know how miserable it is to realize I've never once laughed with genuine feeling? Only fake smiles?"
Expensive cosmetics, luxury gifts, a high-end apartment in Cheongdam—on the surface, it was a life others would die of envy to have. But having no one around her she could truly trust or love was utterly miserable.
"You don't know anything! That's why you can spout such spoiled nonsense!"
Watching her mother, who still couldn't understand her even now, Eun-ah gave a twisted smile.
"Really? Then why don't you experience it yourself, Mom. I'll show you how fucking infuriating it is to be forced against your will."
The moment Eun-ah opened her phone, Choi Ga-yeon's consciousness vanished.
Meanwhile, Han Jongun felt his phone vibrate and immediately activated his ability.
Brainwash Sex
Will this work? It had worked perfectly on Moon Eun-ah, so he figured it should be fine. Still, since it was such an unknown ability, he felt like he needed to test it multiple times. Han Jongun clicked his tongue as he looked out the car window.
More than a dozen men in black suits were patrolling outside. It was just an underground parking lot—why were they monitoring it so obsessively? If this really was the drug-fueled party Eun-ah had described, then what he was doing right now was nothing short of insane. He had already cast Sex Jamming. He'd left her consciousness intact as she wanted, but adding various compulsions to force her to have sex had cost him three days of his lifespan.
A short while later, the Sex Jamming-afflicted Choi Ga-yeon approached from the distant entrance, her high heels clicking sharply.
"Ma'am, what brings you—"
"Secretary Sung, are you really in any position to ask about my schedule?"
"Ah, no, ma'am. It's just that the boss—no, the chairman—told me to check everything..."
"The person in overall charge here isn't Nam-guk. It's me. Know your place."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
While she was scolding Secretary Sung, Ga-yeon thought to herself that she had no idea why she was acting this way. The compulsion to go to the underground parking lot and have sex dominated her mind, completely disrupting all rational thought.
Like a person who'd gone three days without water in the desert, Ga-yeon opened the car door with the thirst of someone dying of dehydration. Unable to hold back, she tore open her top and exposed her naked body.
Her bra was a mess, hanging loose as she panted. Ga-yeon thought her body felt far too hot. Han Jongun was just as startled by the sight of her pulling down her red bra and taking rough, heaving breaths. Even though she was nearly fifty, her skin was flawless without a single wrinkle. Her breasts hadn't sagged at all, maintaining their firm, perky shape. Her seductive eyes gazed at him with the exact same allure he'd seen at TV awards shows, calmly luring him into sex.
As if taking off her skirt was too much trouble, Ga-yeon simply hiked it up, slid her panties aside, and guided his cock inside her.
An electric pleasure shot from the tip of his head all the way down. It was greater than the pleasure she'd felt the first time she seduced Director Nam to land a lead role and took his massive cock. The ecstasy rang from her lower body to the top of her skull, making it impossible to think straight.
"This isn't what I wanted."
Her mind was still there, but her body wouldn't listen. Only now did Ga-yeon finally understand what her daughter had done to her. Hypnosis? Brainwashing? Drugs? No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't make sense of it. Then she felt the man's semen gushing into her womb, filling her completely.