Chapter 113
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Showing My Sincerity
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I'll show some sincerity.
The interior of the mansion, as Melody led the way inside, was impeccably maintained.
Not quite my taste, but it had a refined, elegant vibe to it.
"What do you think? Pretty nice, right?"
"Definitely not bad."
Baek Hee-jin was like that, and so was Melody—people with money and power always figured these 'isolated spaces' gave them the upper hand.
But I had Mammon's power, which could flip that power dynamic in an instant.
For now, let's check the current situation.
'Melody Burns.'
This woman, prancing around in those weird see-through gloves like she was some pampered young lady, always took a stance of ignoring me completely.
She didn't even bother gossiping behind my back—she'd spew dismissive remarks and racist bullshit right to my face.
Yet she was dead certain I'd just quietly follow along. Astonishing, really.
Probably thanks to the halo effect from the 'Burns' family.
Not hard to understand.
With a single word from the Burns family, they could shoehorn some actor flown in from the East into any project they wanted.
But as I said before, I had an ability that could only be called magic.
All it took was fulfilling the conditions, one puzzle piece at a time.
Whether it was Korea's top national actress, a mid-tier agency CEO, or a famous Hollywood casting director, I could subordinate any of them.
No exceptions, not even Dwight Burns' favored granddaughter.
⤷ 1st Condition: Tour the mansion with 'Melody Burns'. (Completed)
⤷ 2nd Condition: Sexually arouse 'Melody Burns'.
Melody's subordination level was currently at 16%.
Technically, factoring in decimals, it was about 16.66%, but either way, just two more talent covets and I'd hit 50%.
And I had a trump card that would be a huge help for this job.
Acquired Catherine Tramell's talent, 'Chosen Exceptional Appearance (A+)'.
It was when I acquired Catherine's talent, 'Chosen Exceptional Appearance (A+)'.
An A+ grade talent didn't do squat for my S+ appearance talent, so I'd brushed off the message without much thought, just moving on to ravage Catherine's body some more.
But the follow-up message— I don't remember the exact wording, but summing it up:
The A+ appearance talent was useless even absorbed into an S+ one, so as compensation, I got two 'Condition Overrides'.
A consumable item I'd used once before with Jung Eun-ji, forcing conditions to complete.
Condition Override x2
What this meant was simple.
If I used just one on the single visible condition for Melody right now, I could skyrocket her subordination to 50% in one go.
Not sure if I'd need it, and it'd be better to save them if possible.
But at least I had insurance for getting the job done.
How pitifully stupid these people were.
For Melody, watching men fawn and grovel before her background and looks was endlessly entertaining sport.
Especially the men.
Such pathetic types were everywhere.
The suit guy trailing her like a shadow, sighing in the corners out of sight.
The co-stars who'd melt into hearts in their eyes and goofy grins at a single word from her.
And then.
Melody glanced at Jung Woo-jin as he poked around the mansion interior.
A laugh bubbled up unbidden.
He was Asian, which was a strike against him, but damn if he wasn't handsome—and he seemed to know his place, which she liked.
What she'd promised him? Money and a spot in a good project.
That was it. Nothing major on her end.
But for that measly offer, he'd jumped at it, willing to hurt Jennifer—the girl who liked him—just to take her deal.
Ridiculous.
Such pathetic, lamentable lives.
But what could you do?
Money.
In the end, those two short syllables ruled the world—the simplest, most powerful order there was.
Melody leisurely crossed her arms, observing Jung Woo-jin's movements.
Just then, he pulled back the curtains and peered out the window before turning his gaze to her.
"You asked earlier what I did after taking Catherine home, right?"
An unexpected line.
Bold, even.
But still laughable.
He'd been all meek in the car with the suit guy driving, but now that they were alone in the mansion, he was putting on this 'manly' act.
Melody met his direct stare with a smile and replied.
"Cute. Yeah, I am curious. What'd you do?"
Instead of answering, Jung Woo-jin strode toward her.
A smile like it was painted on bloomed across his face.
And with every step he took closer.
"......??"
Melody couldn't hide her bewilderment.
'What the hell is this crazy bastard...?'
She had no choice but to think it—his pants were starting to bulge noticeably, and faster by the second.
The implication was straightforward.
The most primal, one-dimensional male urge: to fuck the woman in front of him senseless.
Nothing special about that.
Men thrust away for pleasure, women took it for theirs—that was sex, plain and simple.
But.
Melody had bedded plenty of men, but none had ever approached her with this kind of brazen attitude.
Mostly timid types who'd gently ask if it was okay, or cowards who'd pant and follow orders reluctantly when she demanded it rough.
But this guy.
"Don't you want to check it out yourself?"
Coming at her with his dick already hard, unprompted.
Whether his balls were made of steel or some East-West cultural gap she didn't know about, who could say.
'D-Damn... that's pretty thick...'
Melody couldn't tear her eyes from the swelling in his crotch.
A cock throbbing hard at the thought of ravaging and defiling a female. One so big, thick, and long it looked ready to burst through his pants...
Melody exhaled hot breath without realizing.
"Haa..."
Now just one step away, she stared down at his bulge so hard her neck ached.
His soft voice in her ear.
"Think of it as a gesture of sincerity to the client who made a generous offer."
"......"
Hearing that, it actually sounded plausible.
She'd made him a solid offer without any prejudice despite him being Asian, right?
So it was only fair he show this much sincerity in return.
"Y-You sure know how to say the right things, huh?"
"I can actually make you feel pretty damn good, too."
With those words, he closed the final step, pressing his body against hers.
Melody shivered lightly at the distinct sensation against her lower belly.
With her experience, her mind quickly ran the estimates.
But that was just a rough guess—hard to predict precisely.
Poke, poke.
The living prod jabbing at her belly.
Size unknown, but this level of rigidity was a first, so no accurate read.
How would a sturdy cock like this—size and stiffness combined—feel spreading her folds and plunging in? Especially wielded roughly by a guy with this rare boldness(?).
Best to find out this time.
Melody slipped a hand under her skirt, tugged down her white panties, and kicked the scrap of fabric away from her ankles.
In that state, she haughtily lifted her skirt just a bit.
Her voice trembled slightly as her throat tightened, but she lifted her chin arrogantly and told Jung Woo-jin.
"...Fine, I'll humor you once. Follow me."
Henry, assigned by Chairman Dwight to assist 'Melody Burns'.
He was still in the van.
Seated in the driver's seat, he'd been monitoring the mansion interior via his smartphone link when Melody and Jung Woo-jin appeared, heading somewhere.
They quickly vanished off-screen.
"Haa... damn it."
Henry let out a deep sigh and hurriedly swiped his phone to another feed.
The two ascending the stairs to the second floor.
Their purpose was obvious.
"Miss, what the..."
But his sigh was brief—he snatched up the walkie-talkie and spoke quickly.
Crackle.
"All units, attention. Shut down all mansion recording functions now. Staff, halt patrols until I give separate orders. Repeat: Shut down all recording, staff halt patrols until further notice. Over."
Crackle.
Acknowledged. Over.
As the response came over the radio.
The smartphone screen he'd been watching went black.
All cameras offline.
Even alone in the car, Henry instinctively glanced around before muttering.
"Haa... that damn bitch..."