Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: 021. Vampire Detective
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"...Madam. I'm cumming inside."
"Haaahhhng!"
After ejaculating deep inside Madam's pussy, I slowly pulled back.
Right now, I was in Madam's office—the president's office at Yeonghyejeong. Madam was perched on the edge of her desk, legs spread wide.
Her blouse was undone, exposing her breasts completely, while her tight skirt was hiked up around her lower abdomen. From her bushy pussy, thick white semen trickled down.
Kim Mi-ok, the Madam, pulled out some tissues and meticulously wiped her pussy clean. I watched the whole cleaning process without a word.
"So, what are your conditions?"
"Huh?"
I tilted my head, and Madam let out a small sigh.
"You didn't hear me properly, did you?"
"It's your fault, Madam. Your body's too hot—I couldn't focus."
"......What's gotten into you, saying stuff like that? Come here, let me clean your cock for you."
Madam reached for my limp dick. With delicate fingers, she wiped away the love juices and semen clinging to it. Naturally, my cock stiffened up again in the process.
I caught her quietly smacking her lips as she eyed my dick.
I pulled up my pants. Rolling around with Madam was fun and all, but I had a packed schedule today.
"There's a camera installed in Special Room 6, the one you always use. No cameras in the other rooms, so don't get the wrong idea."
"Oh. The camera. But why bring it up?"
"......You only ever go into Special Room 6. Eventually, you'd notice it yourself.... I figured I'd tell you before it causes any issues. Of course, this is a secret. Only I, the security manager, and you know about it."
"Oh, really? Doesn't change a thing—I'm still using Special Room 6. You probably don't fully trust me yet, Madam. So keep an eye on me via the camera."
My reason for insisting on Special Room 6? The camera. I needed to hack it and pull the footage. Which meant it had to stay on.
"...Are you just that magnanimous? Or do you have a voyeur kink?"
"Magnanimous, obviously. Though my real kink is pretty girls. Which includes you, Madam."
"Flattery will get you everywhere... but it still makes me uneasy."
Madam neatly buttoned up her disheveled blouse. Her elegant movements were lightning-fast. I realized even getting dressed could be an art form.
"Won't you tell me your conditions now?"
Right—I'd vaguely mentioned conditions before shoving my dick in her, telling her to keep quiet about the camera.
"...Uh. Free room use?"
"No can do. How do you think we stay in business? I can knock off 10%, though."
"Ah. Then something else."
Madam slipped into the black mesh panties she'd discarded nearby. With all that pubic hair, a few dark strands poked out from the edges.
"...Two conditions. First: a masturbation video of you, Madam."
"What...?"
"You need to know how it feels to be on camera. Face doesn't have to show, but your whole body does. And make sure the pussy's clearly visible."
"......You never cease to exceed my expectations. Fine. I'll give it a shot."
Madam gripped the hem of her tight skirt and slowly pulled it down. Her panties gradually disappeared from view. How the hell was putting clothes on this damn arousing?
"Second... You know I do room sex, right? When choice time comes around, bring girls who are down for it. Not the ones from last time—fresh faces."
In a place like this, the Madam wielded real power. Especially at Yeonghyejeong, where Kim Mi-ok was practically queen. With her full support, I could go even wilder than before.
"Mmm... That's tricky. Even if it doesn't look it, Yeonghyejeong officially bans second-round action?"
"I can drop 100 million here today."
"Hmm...."
I approached Madam, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her.
Like slipping a key into a lock, I probed between her lips with the tip of my tongue. They parted naturally, and her tongue came out to greet mine. Our tongues sloppily explored each other's mouths.
"Please, Madam."
"...Haa. With all the cancellations today... signs of a downturn... Yeah, I think it's doable."
"Yeonghyejeong hurting for business?"
I widened my eyes in shock. Unbelievable.
"Word is, something leaked from the Blue House to the politicians. Another scandal brewing with lawmakers and corporate bigwigs. Customers are playing it safe."
"...Ah."
Felt like something I did might've sparked this.
I played dumb and stepped back from Madam.
???
Entering Special Room 6, I dumped stacks of bills from my backpack onto the table. Twenty neat piles. 100 million won. All for tips.
"...Piled up like this, it loses impact. Not quite enough for that shock-and-awe vibe."
Would've hit harder with a hundred 10,000-won stacks.
I eyed the massive fruit bowl on the table. Grapes, bananas, plums—overflowing.
After a moment's thought, I dumped the fruit into an empty bowl and filled it with cash instead. A money bowl brimming with 50,000-won bills.
"Perfect."
Now I could toss tips wherever the mood struck, right from my money bowl.
"Heh heh heh."
Money talks. And in a slump? The girls would come at me even harder.
Brimming with anticipation, I waited for choice time. Soon, the door opened, and in came the girls, led by Madam.
"......Whoa."
I couldn't help letting out a gasp.
I already knew Yeonghyejeong's hostesses were top-tier.
Celebrity-level beauties in sexy outfits. That's what drew people here.
But tonight? Their clothes were next-level provocative.
Cleavage so deep you could swear nipples were peeking out. Skirts so short panty lines flashed. Silk lingerie, or just a lone shirt draped over nothing.
But the one who stole my gaze? The bunny girl. Black leotard lingerie hugging her curves, topped with rabbit-ear headband. Pure lust fuel.
"So. Who's it gonna be tonight?"
Madam urged me to choose.
I gaped at the headcount. Thirty girls. Not all bunny-level, but every one in stimulating gear, eyes locked on me—or rather, the money bowl in front of me.
'Word about me must've spread. Plays dirty, but tips like crazy.'
Exactly my plan, and it was working. This lineup was proof.
"Seven."
I said, unbuttoning my top two shirt buttons.
"Tonight, I'm going all-in with exactly seven. That's why I brought 100 million."
They had to know where this led: sex. Madam probably tipped them off, but even without, they'd read the room.
"So if you're not ready, leave now. No hard feelings from me or Madam. Right?"
Madam smiled and nodded in agreement. I gave them a generous minute. No one left.
Choice time.
Quick intros fired off. I summoned peak focus.
"Alright. Let's kick it off. Bunny girl first."
No way I'd skip her. Voluptuous tits, tiny waist. Firm, round ass and long legs sheathed in black stockings. Male instinct overload.
"I'm Noa. Nice to meet you."
Noa shook out her long brown hair, strode over like a model, and crossed her legs beside me on the right. I barely resisted reaching out and continued choices.
Next: left side.
'......Damn. All thirty are smokeshows! Tough picks.'
I went with the white-shirted girl in red thong panties. D-cups, nipples poking through the fabric—that sealed it.
'This is harder than choosing jjajangmyeon or jjamppong, fried or seasoned, mom or dad.'
My dick was already tenting from the sights alone. Not full mast, but obvious. Table hid it from the front.
"Hee hee."
Bunny girl Noa spotted my crotch bulge, giggled softly, and stroked my thigh. Nice... but risky.
'Damn. Hurry up and pick. Anyway, I'll be back the day after tomorrow.'
Time is money.
Reciting the classic, I rushed through.
Total: seven.
With Stamina 15, moderate play plus sex was doable. Plus, I had Complete Recovery.
"Have fun, now."
Madam led the rejects out.
I scanned the room. Beauties of every flavor, all eyes on me.
"Dance and song first? Booze? Or games?"
Build vibe with dances and tunes, booze and games to turn it filthy. Then we all go feral. My plan. With cash as the cheat code sprinkled throughout.
"Games first. I heard you play real wild, oppa?"
Bunny girl Noa chimed in, eyes on the money bowl. They all knew about my king game antics already.
"Perfect. Penalty games this time."
"Penalty games?"
Shirt girl next to me, Seri, asked innocently.
"Everyone writes penalties on slips, we draw lots. Succeed, you get prize money. Fail or bail, no penalty. Stronger penalties mean bigger rewards, decided by me."
I grinned sleazily. King game after this.
The girls exchanged glances. Collude or compete? Didn't matter. Weak penalty? No cash. Strong? Pay up.
Money made it all possible.
"Sounds fun~ I'll grab paper."
The girl at the end dashed out, back in under a minute with paper, pens, and a lottery box.
"Let's go. Write secretly. Spoilers kill the fun."
I gave a minute for writing, scribbled my pre-planned ones, tossed 'em in.
>Sexy pose
'Mild enough.'
Jump straight to blowjob? Kills the mood.
"Alright. Shake and pass. Shake it."
I rattled the box and handed it to the leftmost girl.
"Draw right after putting in. Otherwise invalid."
"Okaay~."
Her Yeonghyejeong alias: Hara.
Bob cut dyed blonde, sheer red negligee showing navel and red panties loud and clear.
Foxy face; her smile curved her eyes into crescents, oozing charm.
"Hmmmmm...."
She frowned at her draw, pondering.
"Giving up? No need to push."
Not me—the girl next to her egged her on.
"Nah. I can do it."
Hara glanced at my money bowl, stood, and approached. Now I saw her slip:
>Deep kiss. 1 min.
'......Holy shit.'
Way hotter than mine.
Confirmed: These seven were competing. Prize? The money bowl.
'Love it.'
Things were going my way.
Hara neared... then paused at my crotch tent. I winced internally, but no helping it. Bunny girl had been thigh-stroking me seconds ago—no reaction meant impotence.
'Bailing?'
Nope. She straddled my right thigh. Her soft thigh nudged my dick sideways. It pressed back defiantly, but her thigh shamelessly stayed put.
"Oppa. Open wide."
I parted my lips slightly; her cool hands cupped my cheeks.
She kissed me. Squishy tongue slid in.
"Mmm~"
Her torso collapsed onto mine. Firm tits squished against my chest. Like showing off to the others, she slurped my tongue with loud smacks.
"Time! One minute!"
"Aw. Oppa tongue was yummy."
Hara "accidentally" grazed my dick on her way up.
"How much?"
"3... 300,000 won."
I wiped the drool trickling down my chin with my thumb. Hers, not mine.
"Sweet. I'll take it."
Money bowl now: 99.7 million.
The girls watched her pocket the cash, eyes burning with rivalry.