Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: 024. Vampire Detective
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Ma Bongcheon had secretly drilled a hole into the best room.
The lighting, wall decorations, and potted plants cleverly concealed it, so unless someone got really close, no one would notice. Especially since it was completely hidden behind a wall decoration most of the time, even the cleaning staff never spotted it.
The hole could be viewed from the adjacent storage room. It was cramped and smelly, but once you got used to it, it was tolerable.
Ra Young can't be in danger. I have to keep an eye on her.
It was all for Ra Young.
If the customer behaved like a gentleman, he wouldn't interfere, but if they caused trouble for Ra Young, he'd sneak in and give them a proper beating.
He didn't stop her from going to a second round. It pissed him off to no end, but it was her choice, so he respected it.
Ma Bongcheon peered through the hole.
The young guy had Ra Young tucked under his right arm.
Her neat black hair. Her perky breasts and slim waist without an ounce of fat.
She wore a tight white dress that clung to her pale skin, and the short skirt revealed glimpses of her white lace panties between her legs.
The young guy stretched his arm around Ra Young's shoulders, but it was fine. She was smiling, showing no signs of displeasure.
That's as far as it goes. Just drink quietly and get out.
The women's giggling laughter filled the air.
The girls usually dealt with customers in their forties and older, so a young guy showing up for once put them in a good mood. And when he started showering them with generous tips, their fake smiles quickly turned genuine.
Drinks flowed, and the atmosphere heated up.
They started a simple drinking game. It was a number game, with sexy poses as the penalty. The guy tossed out even bigger tips for the raunchier poses. Because of that, the women even deliberately messed up to take the penalties.
Ra Young!
Ra Young slipped up in the game and had to do her penalty.
She dragged a chair from the corner, spread her legs wide over it, and leaned forward slightly to emphasize her breasts.
As expected of Ra Young! The sexiest one!
Ma Bongcheon nodded repeatedly. And the guy acknowledged it too, tipping her 200,000 won. Regardless of anything else, the bastard didn't hold back on spending money.
Bzzz.
His smartphone vibrated in his pocket. Ma Bongcheon scowled as he checked the caller.
It was the madam.
He had no choice but to step out of the storage room.
"Yes, Madam. No, I was just in the bathroom for a bit. Ah, a troublemaker? Yes, I'll handle it. First floor? Got it. I'll take the guys and head there right away."
Ma Bongcheon glanced back at Ra Young's room. He hated to leave, but he had no choice.
He gathered his underlings and approached the rowdy customer.
"Sir, this is a problem. Please behave yourself. Yeah?"
He said it with a fierce scowl. Most customers got scared and backed off at that. There was this vague fear of gangsters.
But today's troublemaker was no ordinary guy.
"You punk! Do you know who I am?! Huh?! I'm the man who used to be a prosecutor! Huh?! The crazy prosecutor Kim Hwan who put punks like you behind bars! Yeah! Kim Hwan! Know me or not?!"
The drunk staggered around, jabbing his finger. Ma Bongcheon quickly smoothed his expression.
Damn it.
This wasn't some regular joe. A former prosecutor turned lawyer. In some ways, even more troublesome than a politician.
If he handled this wrong, it wouldn't just screw him over—it could shut down the whole place and hit the organization hard. Gangsters didn't have much power in Korea.
"Oh dear! Sir! My mistake! Kim Hwan, Esquire! Yes, of course I know you!"
Ma Bongcheon and his underlings groveled before the drunk.
"Hey? You punk. If you know me, bow properly. Bring more booze! And sit down! I'm gonna give you some advice, punk! What are you waiting for?! Sit!"
Ma Bongcheon shot a pleading look at the madam. But all he got back was her bitter smile.
The madam wasn't immune to fear of a former prosecutor either.
In the end, Ma Bongcheon had to endure over an hour of the drunk's drunken lecture until he finally left. He envied his underlings who slipped away midway for other customers.
"Good work, Manager Ma. Only one customer left now. He's fine, so go rest."
Knowing exactly who that one customer was, Ma Bongcheon shook his head.
"Madam, a job's a job to the end."
"What's gotten into you, Manager Ma?"
"Come on. I do proper work sometimes too. Ah, gonna step out for a smoke. Dealing with that lawyer drained me dry."
"Sure, take your time."
Stepping outside and breathing in the crisp dawn air, Ma Bongcheon let out a sigh.
This sucks.
There was no glamorous gangster life. Once a frontline enforcer, now he was just a room salon bouncer. If he'd been smarter like the other executives, he'd have an easier gig, but sadly, brains weren't his strong suit.
Part of him wanted to just quit, but that would mess up the organization's cash flow and bring retaliation down on him.
Ra Young. Is my Ra Young doing okay?
After smoking one, he headed back to the storage room with the peephole, sneaking past the madam.
"......!!"
His eyes widened like saucers as he looked through the hole.
"Ahhng! Ahng! Too big! It's so big, it feels amazing! Oppa, more! Thrust deeper! Haaang!"
Ra Young and the young guy were having sex on the table.
Both stark naked, she was in doggy style, shaking her hips.
Her porcelain-pale skin glistened under the lights, her perky breasts jiggling with every thrust.
Bent over the table like a bitch in heat, Ra Young moaned in ecstasy.
"Haang! Hngggh! Feels so good!"
"Ra Young-ah. How's my holy cock taste? My sacred dick?"
"Ahng! Delicious! First time for something like this! Oppa, fuck me harder!"
"Guess it's time to get serious."
Sung Yu-jin slapped Ra Young's ass with his palm.
Smack!
"Hahk!"
Ra Young's hips twitched. Sung Yu-jin spanked her erogenous zone—the ass—while pounding her. Every slap made her pussy clench tighter.
"Ah! Ra Young's pussy tastes so good. You like it too, right? How's it compare to all the cocks you've had before?"
"Mmm. Love it. Oppa's cock is the best. No one else has this length and girth... Ahng! Stop spanking my ass~."
"It clenches so tight every time I spank you, though. You love getting your ass smacked. I know all about it."
"No...! Haaang!"
Ma Bongcheon couldn't tear his eyes away from Ra Young's face, even as he felt himself getting hard. Her beastly moans and pleasure-twisted expression. Her open mouth couldn't even swallow properly, saliva dripping, her eyes glazing over.
In the year he'd been steadily sleeping with Ra Young, he'd never seen that face before today.
"Come here. Let's kiss."
The young guy grabbed Ra Young's face and breasts, pulling her upper body up. His hips kept moving.
He turned her face slightly and kissed her. His tongue plunged boldly into her mouth. His other hand mauled her perky breasts mercilessly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Slurp. Smooch. Smooch.
The sight of his massive cock plunging in and out of Ra Young's pussy burned into Ma Bongcheon's eyes.
Ma Bongcheon bit his lip hard. He pressed down on his erection with his palm, refusing to acknowledge it.
"Ra Young-ah. Can I cum inside?"
"Haaang. Cum inside. It's fine... Ahng! I'm gonna cum too~."
"It's only been 30 minutes, you know? I win the bet."
"I don't caaaare! Haaaaang!"
Spurt. Spurt. His enormous cock throbbed audibly. Finally, he pulled out of her pussy.
Drip. Drip. An absurd amount of semen poured out from inside her.
"Here. You couldn't last an hour—only 30 minutes—so that's 3 million won. And as penalty for losing, two shots with me."
He pulled out his smartphone, handed it to the girl next to them, and ordered her to take pictures. He handled Ra Young's limp body like an object, posing for shots: kissing, burying his face in her breasts, shoving his cock back in her pussy. He spent a full three minutes snapping photos, grinning in satisfaction.
"Ra Young is my sex friend now."
That was the moment blood trickled from Ma Bongcheon's bitten lip.
I have to kill that bastard. If I don't, Ra Young's life will be hell.
Ma Bongcheon stayed in the storage room for another two hours, until Sung Yu-jin finally dressed and left, satisfied.
???
"Cheol-woo. Dae-hyun. Let's bury one guy today."
Emerging from the storage room, Ma Bongcheon said with hollow eyes. Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun were his direct underlings and closest brothers. They'd even committed murder together before. True gangsters, their faces were fierce, bodies marked with small scars from countless scraps.
"Whoa, hyungnim. What's that out of nowhere?"
"Yeah, hyungnim. Don't spring it like that—explain first."
Even when he straight-up suggested murder, they didn't refuse outright—they asked why. Feeling a twinge of emotion, Ma Bongcheon replied coldly.
"That young punk in the room today."
"Ah, the big-spender?"
"What'd he do to you, hyungnim?"
"Just rough him up a bit and call it a day."
"Right, hyungnim. Murder's a hassle. Not something you just do."
Murder required preparation.
Intel on the target, a burner car, body disposal methods, and more. If the whole organization mobilized, one guy was easy to bury, but it still took at least three days.
"No time for that. We kill him today."
"Hyungnim, even if you say it like that..."
"Get the burner first thing at dawn. For now, stuff the body in a bag. Bury it in the mountains some day."
Ma Bongcheon was dead serious. Sensing it, Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun faltered. Their hot-headed, impulsive hyungnim was acting weird all of a sudden.
"Hyungnim! Calm down first..."
"3 billion."
"...Pardon?"
"3 billion. In the punk's bag. I saw it with my own eyes when he pulled out cash in front of the madam earlier."
"......"
"......"
Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun exchanged glances. They made less than 1.5 million won a month. And that was an improvement—back in the day, the organization stiffed them half the time.
"Split a billion each among us. Time you touched real money. How long you gonna play guard dog, scraping by? When you gonna save up or make rank?"
Gangsters preached loyalty on the surface. It sounded cool. But in reality, it was all about money. Wars over cash, murders for it, betrayals for it.
A billion for one life.
A civilian would scoff—cheap joke, not worth becoming a criminal. Maybe 10 billion.
But Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun were different.
They knew their lot: no education, gangster records, no decent jobs even if they tried—low-pay grunt work at best.
They were pushing forty. A billion wasn't chump change. And they'd killed before, gotten away clean.
"...Hyungnim. A full billion for real?"
Cheol-woo asked. His eyes had already turned feral.
"Why would I lie to you guys? Cheol-woo's look says he's in... Dae-hyun. You?"
"...Hyungnim, we've built loyalty for twenty years. Leaving me out of this? That'd hurt."
Of course, without the billion, even for Ma Bongcheon, they wouldn't have joined a murder.
"Cheol-woo, grab the tools. Dae-hyun, no burner yet—grab the Bongo van from home for now."
"Got it, hyungnim."
Seeing his brothers move like clockwork, Ma Bongcheon turned toward the storage room. He knew there was a perfect body bag in there. And he needed to check the punk's status.