Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: 013. Vampire Detective
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Park Chan-seong let out a short sigh as he left the room and headed to the boss's office.
There sat a middle-aged woman known as Madam. She wore a white dress. Though her face bore wrinkles, consistent care and exercise made her look like she was in her early to mid-thirties.
She was like a ripe fruit. She exuded a seductive, decadent aura that no ordinary girl could hope to match.
Kim Mi-ok.
The madam of Yeonghyejeong. In the underworld, she was an iron lady no one dared treat lightly.
"I've put him in Room 6 Special."
Room 6 Special. The only room in Yeonghyejeong with cameras installed.
"Yeah. I'm watching."
Kim Mi-ok glanced at one of the walls. A thin TV hung there, and on the screen was Sung Yu-jin, changing his clothes.
"Oh my."
Kim Mi-ok's mouth fell slightly open at the sight of his square briefs. She could sense the heft behind them. It reminded her of the size she'd experienced with a black man in her youth.
"He's no ordinary guy."
"I know. I saw the entrance CCTV footage myself. You should've seen how shocked I was..."
Kim Mi-ok tapped her laptop a few times, and part of the screen replayed the earlier CCTV recording.
The image showed a massive man getting slapped across the face without mercy and a knife plunged into his thigh without hesitation. No ordinary person could do that.
"Is Du-hyun okay?"
"Yes. I avoided any vital areas. Still, he'll probably need a few weeks off."
"Can't be helped. But who is this guy? Do you know him?"
"No idea. With skills like that, he can't be normal..."
Park Chan-seong trailed off. Someone with that level of ability would be welcomed into any organization.
"He might be a killer trained by a rival group. I'll look into it."
"A vampire?"
Those in the know already knew about vampires. And she, who ruled Korea's nightlife scene, certainly wouldn't be ignorant of them.
"No. I'm certain. There was no vampire aura about him. His fangs were human."
"A hunter then?"
"Vampire hunters don't act so recklessly. They're mild-mannered unless their target's a vampire."
"So he's some mystery powerhouse... What could his deal be?"
"......"
Park Chan-seong fell silent. He had zero information on the man. He wanted to know who he was and why he'd come to Yeonghyejeong.
"I'm worried about the girls. He seemed like a real hothead... You think he'll get violent with them?"
"I'll prepare the brothers."
"......The ones here aren't enough?"
At least thirty of them. Every male employee scattered throughout the building was Park Chan-seong's brother and a gang member. Overwhelming one guy would be easy.
"He tried to kill Du-hyun. If I hadn't stepped in, he'd be dead. He's probably killed before and has combat training. I want to prepare for the worst."
Park Chan-seong recalled the man's gaze as he looked at Du-hyun. It was like a vampire's eyes. The eyes that didn't see humans as human.
"In my view, he's one of three: psychopath, killer, or murderer."
"......Sigh."
Kim Mi-ok rubbed her temple with one hand. Yeonghyejeong had faced headaches before, but nothing like this.
Times had changed. A death here would bring complications. She could lean on her political connections, but even that had limits.
The best outcome was no incident at all.
"...No. Don't call the boys."
Kim Mi-ok watched the screen. The man sat on the sofa, deep in thought. Her instincts told her he hadn't come to Yeonghyejeong to rampage or pick a fight.
"I'll keep an eye on him. You investigate the guy."
"Understood, Madam."
Park Chan-seong bowed politely and closed the door behind him. He always seemed less like a gangster and more like a capable secretary. They said modern gangsters were elites, and Park Chan-seong made it ring true.
"......"
Kim Mi-ok crossed her arms and stared at the screen.
Her eyes were icy as frost.
If he was underestimating her and had come to Yeonghyejeong for some half-baked purpose, she'd make him regret it.
But as she watched, the chill in her eyes faded, replaced by a strange heat.
"Ha..."
???
The moment Park Chan-seong left, I changed clothes. Then I sat on the sofa and quietly scanned the room, rolling my eyes.
And as expected, there were cameras. Everywhere. Cleverly hidden in wall decorations, but with focus, they were easy to spot. My eyesight was better than a normal person's.
'About five, huh. They'll see everything I do. Hm.'
This room probably had special cameras. If other rooms had them or bugs, politicians wouldn't patronize Yeonghyejeong.
'Whatever. Can't blame them after the scene at the entrance. Letting me loose unchecked would be scary.'
I didn't find any bugs, but I assumed they were there.
It didn't matter.
'Knowing someone's watching... kinda turns me on?'
I chuckled inwardly. Looked like I had exhibitionist tendencies.
'Time's dragging.'
Waiting brought back earlier events.
I'd treated that thug like a mere character.
A person in this fake world. An NPC, in game terms.
......But was it really fake? It felt no different from reality.
Could a hunter create a whole world?
'......No clue.'
I tossed the question aside. No clues meant no deductions. Any guess would just be my imagination.
'Anyway, that thug. I tried to kill him.'
I didn't care if he lived or died. Still didn't.
'The issue is this could happen again. Can't kill everyone who annoys me.'
I didn't want overwhelming power to destroy everything. Fun for a moment, then boredom.
'Like a game with cheats.'
Killing monsters and NPCs with god-mode. Thrilling briefly, then tedium and emptiness.
Games have win conditions for a reason. Everything going your way means nothing's new.
'Gotta hold back. Kill only if I must—half-kill otherwise.'
I vowed to myself. Not idle chatter. This was my commitment to my 'Playful Life' ahead.
To enjoy play as play, I needed to act within the world's rules.
'...Though I'm impulsive, so who knows.'
Then the door opened, and women entered.
"Hello~"
Leading was a woman with reddish-brown wavy bob hair. Her plump lips, coated in red lipstick, were erotic.
Reika.
The actress playing her in reality was Na A-yeon, a married woman in her late thirties with a kid. But her upkeep made her look barely late twenties.
She wore a tight red mini-dress that clung to her body.
C-cup breasts, full and firm. My eye for chests never failed.
"Hehe. A young one? Rare for guys your age to come here~"
Hera.
A woman with brown hair cascading to her cleavage. Slight volume gave it elegance.
She wore a black dress with a plunging back and chest line. The skirt was so short, panties would show if she sat. No flab, D-cup—the biggest of the three.
In reality, an actress who'd won rookie awards. Shin Hye-jin. Her slightly drooping eyes were charming.
My memory painted her pure, but this version oozed seductiveness.
"Ah, hi. I'm Mi-young."
The maknae, Mi-young.
Black ponytail with a rubber band, baby-faced. Even generously, she looked like a freshman college girl.
In reality, from a disbanded idol girl group. Oh Ji-hye. Honestly, I still didn't know which group—must've flopped hard.
She wore skin-tight apricot leggings. Crop top revealed defined abs. B-cup, smallest, but killer waistline.
The leggings outlined her panties clearly. Innocent face, but bold T-back.
"......Hoo."
I exhaled softly. My body trembled with excitement. My dick was already half-hard just from seeing them.
"I'm Sung Yu-jin."
After a casual intro, I dumped all my cash—15 million won—on the table.
"Huh?"
"Let's get messy tonight."
I'd just made a bucket list item.
Inspect these women's pussies up close, compare to the real actresses'.
I tossed my jacket roughly and slowly undid my shirt's top buttons.
My eyes burned. Booze? Who cares. Goal: fuck you all.
Maybe reading my mind, seasoned-looking Reika smiled awkwardly.
"Um, young bro. This isn't that kind of place. It's for drinks and fun."
Bullshit.
The drama played it clean. Korean broadcasting was strict on content.
But this wasn't the drama.
Top room salon without prostitution? Politicians and execs just drinking and singing?
No one with a brain would buy it.
"......Oh. Really?"
"Be a gentleman, bro, and we'll have a blast tonight~"
I let Reika's words flow in one ear and out the other, grabbing my jacket.
"Wait. Just five minutes! Stay here. Be right back."
"Bro?"
I bolted out, hopped on the ascending elevator impatiently, and went down to the third floor.
"S-Sir? Something wrong?"
"Nah. Be right back."
Out the main entrance, down the stairs. I headed to the nearby ATM I'd spotted on the cab ride.
Panting, I jammed in my card. Some uncle was next to me, but my excited eyes ignored him.
'15 mil wasn't enough. Fine for other rooms... but not here.'
I grinned and withdrew cash repeatedly. When one ATM ran dry, I switched.
Reika. Hera. Mi-young.
Peak of the nightlife world. Money didn't matter.
I was a rutting dog ruled by lust.
'Not my money anyway.'
100 million.
I stuffed the orange bills into my jacket, bundling like a sack. The watching uncle gawked, but I ignored him and raced back to Yeonghyejeong.
At the entrance, not the thug from before, but another gangster—sly-looking. He flinched, bowed.
"You've learned manners. Good job."
I was in a rush. Really rushed.
Every second waiting for the elevator felt like a minute. Reaching the room felt euphoric.
They lounged on the plush sofa, legs crossed. Skirts so short, panties peeked through thigh gaps.
"Bro? Bathroom?"
"Mm. Looks like he went outside."
I shoved aside the snacks and premium liquor, plopping the jacket bundle on the table.
Unwrapping revealed an avalanche of 50,000-won bills.
A hill of 50,000s. Perfect description.
"100 million. Plus the original 15, totals 115 million. Enough to get sloppy? Or still short?"
I stared at them, mouths agape, like they were eyeing a madman.