Let's Seduce Him
Roijir Guild headquarters, top floor. In Guild Master Baek Hayeon's private lounge, a soft light glowed late into the night. She was in the middle of a conversation with Vice Master Seo Ara.
"Is Kim Taesoo really on his second awakening?"
"From the circumstances, yeah. You see his records before? Over two years of stagnation at just D-rank."
"How the hell does someone like that pull off a second awakening?"
"Beats me. But it's definitely got something to do with that Kwon Daesung guy."
"You're reading too much into it, aren't you?"
"No way, sis... my gut's screaming it...."
In private spaces away from official duties, the two bantered like true sisters, calling each other "sis" and such. As they chatted, Baek Hayeon took a sip of her wine, and her smartphone screen lit up with a short buzz.
Bzzz—
"Huh? Who's texting at this hour?"
"......!!"
In that instant, Baek Hayeon's hand froze, and the wine glass nearly slipped from her grasp to the floor.
"What'd it say, sis? Why the face? Who's it from?"
Baek Hayeon spoke in a trembling voice.
"Fr-From Kwon Daesung....?"
"What?!"
"The repair! It's actually done!!"
"......What?! For real?! The spirit stone!?"
Baek Hayeon shoved her phone screen right in Ara's face.
"Yeah!! Look! N-No way it's a lie, right!? "
Seo Ara's eyes widened as she checked the message. Excited, she jumped up and down.
"See?! I told you I picked up a massive golden retriever! I'm right, aren't I, sis?!"
"......Haa... I'm losing my mind."
But instead of joy, Baek Hayeon bit her nails anxiously, unable to hide her tension. The value of this man named Kwon Daesung far exceeded their initial expectations.
Weapons repaired, curses purified. That meant there was hardly anything Kwon Daesung couldn't fix.
"Ara. When we scouted him, what salary did we set?"
"Base 5 billion won, plus incentives, repairs separate. Kim Taesoo got top A-rank treatment."
"......Think that'll cut it?"
Baek Hayeon stared at Seo Ara with a grave expression.
"Straight up—if 'Taeguk' tries to poach him with stacks of cash, you confident our guild's funds can hold?"
Taeguk. Korea's undisputed number one guild, backed by the nation's top conglomerate. If they sniffed out Kwon Daesung's talents and went all-in with money, Roijir's capital couldn't compete.
Seo Ara smacked her lips bitterly.
"If they throw money at it, we're screwed.... The guy's already pocketed 7 billion upfront just to fix my sword. Think 5 billion salary impresses him?"
"R-Recontract now! Max what we can offer!!"
"Base 20 billion...?"
"20 billion?! Make it 50! No, wait—equity! Give him some shares!"
Watching Baek Hayeon freak out, Seo Ara calmly shook her head.
"Sis, chill. From hanging with Kwon Daesung Hunter these past few days, money ain't the way to hook him. Guy's structured to make bank whenever—few repairs, billions roll in. Think cash matters that much?"
"Then what? Penthouse? Perks? Personal security?"
"Pfft, any guild can do that basics!"
"Then what else is there?!"
As Baek Hayeon yelled in frustration, Seo Ara sidled up close with a sly smile.
"Let's seduce him."
"......What?"
"Seduce him solid. Marry the guy, lock him into lifetime service here at Roijir. Nothing beats family ties, right?"
Baek Hayeon stared blankly into space, pondering deeply.
Repairman Kwon Daesung. Objectively, handsome face, blunt speech with a subtle charm that wasn't off-putting.
"......Kinda cute, yeah? Makes you wanna protect him or something."
Seo Ara snickered at Baek Hayeon's mutter.
"Oh? Look at you, sis—stepping up yourself?"
"Wh-Why? You saying it weird? I was in my twenties 'til last year! Only four years older than Kwon Daesung! Perfect four-year gap—no compatibility issues!"
"Didn't you hate younger guys...?"
"No, it's.... High-rank hunters all strut like their noses touch the sky. Then this pure kid bantering with the neighborhood bro like old pals—kinda draws you in."
"Mommy instincts kicking in?"
"W-Well... not just that.... For the guild, y'know?"
"Whoa... Kwon Daesung snagged our sis's heart? First guy in thirty years to catch your eye, huh?"
Baek Hayeon's face was dead serious.
"Wh-What about you! Confident you can seduce him?"
Seo Ara stammered.
"C-Confident!! I mean, if I set my mind to it, no guy's safe!"
Baek Hayeon let out a deflating scoff.
"Riight... Sure, lifelong singleton Seo Ara."
"Not that I couldn't—I chose not to! Why bother when I've got skills?"
"What if he hates older women? You're a year older too."
"......"
Their gazes clashed in midair, sparks flying. Then, as if by agreement, wicked, cunning smiles spread across their faces.
"Hey, we got our fresh, cute Ayoung, right? Rope her in too."
"Smart. Kwon Daesung seems to dote on Ayoung. Perky twenty-year-old should work. Ages match perfect. I'll set up a spot and talk her into it."
"Roger. Roijir's fate rides on Ayoung's charm."
"Nah? What if he likes older? Then I'll seduce him."
"I believe in you, Seo Ara."
"Pfft? You gotta step up too, sis. I'll handle sexy vixen—you do pure innocence. Ayoung does cute."
"P-Pure...? Me?"
"Spirit summoner with nature spirits—you're perfect for pure. Think I'm doing innocence, smashing monster skulls with my sword?"
"W-Well, yeah, but...."
"Anyway, we must succeed. Lose Kwon Daesung, and who knows what happens."
Thus, the two heads of Korea's 11th-ranked guild schemed deep into the night—plotting to bind a mere repairman for life, even selling out their baby sister.
The next morning, in front of the rundown junkyard. With a door slam packed with intent to shatter my truck door, a delivery van screeched to a halt at the main gate.
Bam—!Crash—!!
The driver's door flew open like it might break, and a sweat-drenched delivery guy hopped out, face red with fury.
Daesung watched from afar.
'Ooh, delivery dude's pissed for real.'
"Who orders 1,500 two-liter water bottles for missile delivery at the crack of dawn!!! This a mega-mart warehouse?! Junkyard turning into a water park or what?!"
The driver's furious mutter echoed through the neighborhood.
"Pfft!"
Ah, sorry—couldn't help laughing. Totally understandable, though. Fifty bundles of thirty two-liter bottles each. Three tons of water, hand-unloaded from the cargo hold in this sweltering morning heat. Enough to drive anyone mad.
And that one-ton truck couldn't haul it all at once. Dude probably had to make two more trips.
Old me would've argued, "Hey mister, that's a bit much, ain't it!?" But with a fat bank account, I could afford magnanimity—even embrace the guy's rant.
I grabbed three chilled premium vitamin drinks from the fridge and a cash-stuffed envelope, rushing over.
"Aigoo! Driver! Thanks for the hard work!!"
"Hard work!? This is just the start!! Who orders this much without a conscience... Huh?"
I smoothly slipped the cold drink and envelope into his hand. Peeking inside, his furrowed brow dramatically smoothed.
"Had a urgent need, so I overdid it. Truly sorry. Just dump 'em in the yard center—I'll handle cleanup! Have a cool one, cover some grub!"
Tips for the hardworking delivery guy. Roughly his daily wage.
The driver burst into hearty laughter, transforming 180 degrees.
"Hahaha! Aigoo, boss! Shoulda said so sooner! We're missile delivery—door-to-door perfection, right? Haha! I'll unload in a flash!"
From avatar of rage to capitalist smile, whistling as he maniacally stacked water bundles in the yard.
"Gotta come back once more!!"
"Take your time!!"
I pay for courtesy, he gets near-daily wage tip for one delivery. Win-win. The thrill of spending right—pure capitalism bliss.
Moments later, a massive mountain of plastic water bottles towered in the junkyard yard.
"Boss!! All unloaded! No clue what for, but make it big!!"
See? Even well-wishes. With a cheerful goodbye, the truck left. I smirked, opening the Multidimensional Secondhand Market community window.
Fwaaash—! A flash of light, and the 3,000 liters of water mountain filling the yard vanished into the community mail in one second flat.
True name? Blessing...? What's that.... But doxxing real name online? Food for thought.
Bit much gratitude for some—okay, a lot—of water.
Fwah— What...? Body glowed faintly? Nah, imagination. Feels fine—must be nothing.
Alright, one task down.... I pulled out my phone and dialed.
"Hyung, where you at?"