Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Vampire Detective
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I stared at the rundown apartment building in front of me.
It was called Saeoneul Apartments.
Built in the late '80s, it had somehow managed to hang on this long. The exterior looked dilapidated, and it gave off a distinctly shady vibe that kept ordinary folks away.
'Word is, more than half the units are vacant.'
The rent was cheap, but rumors of it being a crime haven had spread far and wide, so no new tenants ever moved in. Most of the shops nearby were shuttered too. This was what people called a dead neighborhood.
I approached the apartments carefully, making sure not to get caught on any CCTV. There were cameras outside the building, but once inside the complex, there weren't any visible. The few that existed were broken anyway.
'Perfect for moving around freely.'
I skipped the elevator. That one probably had working cameras.
I climbed the stairs on foot to the sixth floor.
'Building A, Room 603.'
The door looked exactly like the one from the drama.
I pulled the Hwaryeon Sword from my smartphone inventory. The hilt fit perfectly in my hand—pure satisfaction.
The doorbell was busted, so I pounded on the door with my left fist.
"Jang Sung-min! I know you're in there, you bastard! Open the damn door!"
I deliberately sounded like a pissed-off gangster. I was dressed in a black suit. Sure, my face was too handsome for a typical thug... but it wouldn't be an issue.
I sensed movement from the other side. They were peeking through the peephole lens in the center of the door. I glared irritably and barked,
"Open the door!"
"Y-you've got the wrong place. There's no Jang Sung-min here."
The voice from inside was trembling. It was working.
"Jang Sung-min! Heard you've been raking in the cash lately? Big bro wants a word. Let's do this the easy way, yeah?"
"I'm not Jang Sung-min."
"Fuck!"
BAM!
I kicked the door with all my strength. It rattled violently, and I could see a dent forming where my foot hit. With my power, I could probably smash it right off the hinges.
"Eek!"
"You think I'm fucking around? Don't you know who I am? I'm Incheon's Hatchet, you piece of shit!"
BAM! BAM!
I kicked it again. The neighboring units were all empty anyway. Even if someone lived there, they'd pretend not to hear. That's how this place worked.
"O-okay, just calm down... Uh, which big bro sent you?"
"Kang Bae-hyung. Heard you borrowed money from us back in the day?"
"I-I paid back every penny, interest and all..."
"Yeah? Well, Kang Bae-hyung wants to see you anyway. Open up and come out—now!"
"Did you... come alone?"
"Fuck. You think I need a whole crew to drag a punk like you in?"
"N-no, sorry. I'll get ready and come out right away."
I focused my senses.
'Three of them, maybe?'
They were scrambling around inside.
Predicting what they were thinking wasn't hard.
'If they planned to obey, they'd have opened the door already.'
They'd probably knock me out and bolt—overseas or to some backwater town.
'Grabbing weapons by now? Baseball bats or kitchen knives, tops. No guns. Those are tough to get in Korea, even with money.'
Even if they had guns, it didn't matter. My Yeongcheon Style was Level 5. I couldn't deflect bullets, but I could dodge them using the footwork once I spotted the muzzle flash.
About three minutes later, there was a click, and the door swung open.
"Raaah!"
An aluminum pipe swung at my head.
I didn't flinch. I'd been ready, and the pipe looked like it was moving in slow motion to my eyes. I swung the Iris Sword—my Hwaryeon Blade—with my right hand.
The red blade traced a crimson arc, slicing clean through the pipe.
"A-a sword?!"
"Surprised?"
I kicked Jang Sung-min square in the chest. He crashed into the two guys behind him, and they all tumbled to the floor in a heap.
Thud.
I stepped inside and shut the door.
The other two gripped pipes in both hands and staggered to their feet.
Jang Sung-min, clutching his chest from my kick, tried to get up again, so I booted him once more. My shoe sank into his gut.
"Y-you carry a sword around?"
"This crazy fuck thinks he's Yakuza!"
The two charged at me.
I stifled a laugh. Their stances were sloppy, bodies untrained. Compared to the three gangsters I'd fought before, they were like kids.
'No need for Yeongcheon Style combat techniques.'
I dodged the pipes and swung lightly. Slashed one across the body, stabbed the other in the chest.
"Aaaagh!"
They screamed and collapsed. I drove my blade into their throats to finish them off for good.
"Aah... B-bro... P-please, just this once... M-mercy. Spare me, I beg you..."
Jang Sung-min dropped to his knees before me, clasping his hands desperately.
He was groveling so hard I half-expected his palms to blister.
"When did you ever see me as your bro? Do you even know who I am?"
"Incheon's Hatchet from the Bone-Steel Gang... aren't you? Please..."
"That's bullshit. I'm not from Bone-Steel, and I'm no Hatchet. Just a robber."
The tip of my blade pointed at him.
"S-spare me! Please!"
"The reason you're dying? Same as always—money."
As I raised the sword, Jang Sung-min's pants darkened with urine. A puddle formed around his knees.
"Ugh. Fucking hell."
I grimaced. If it were a beauty wetting herself, maybe. But a grimy guy's piss? That was disgusting enough.
Slash.
His head hit the urine puddle.
I hadn't planned on decapitating him, but the acrid stench made my temper snap. Ignoring the corpses, I headed deeper inside to check for anyone hiding.
'None. The gang was supposed to be four guys. Wait here for the last one? Nah, no point.'
All he could do was report the bodies or run. I figured he'd run.
'These are Moon Ji-hyuk's targets anyway.'
Jang Sung-min and his crew ran an illegal sports betting site. In the drama, they'd made over 6 billion won and were prepping to flee abroad, but they slipped up and got caught by Moon Ji-hyuk.
'Not at that point yet, so no 6 billion.'
I headed to the master bedroom and yanked open the wardrobe without hesitation.
Three large apple crates inside.
I pulled one out and checked the contents. A satisfied smile spread across my face.
'Roughly 2 billion per crate... not quite 5 billion total.'
I'd count it properly later. For now, I stowed the crates in my inventory.
'Dump the bodies here. Too much hassle to haul them to the sea.'
No fingerprints or evidence left behind, so even if they were found, no problem.
I gave the gangsters' bodies one last glance and strolled out casually.
My destination was, of course, Yeonghyejeong.
???
4.852 billion won.
That's how much cash I'd gotten from killing Jang Sung-min's crew.
'If I hack illegal betting sites, track down the operators, kill them, and take their money... repeat...'
I'd never run dry.
Just a passing thought, of course. Whether I'd actually do it? Who knows.
I'd just spent 4.5 billion of the 4.852 billion.
On leasing Yeonghyejeong outright.
Couldn't yesterday—too many customers. Booked it for today. Lucky the current climate meant few patrons, so it worked out.
The madam beamed ear to ear. Black money? She didn't bat an eye. Cash was hard to trace, and cops wouldn't dare raid a place under high officials' protection.
'Phew. Should be good to go today.'
Today's the challenge.
134 girls on staff.
Excluding 15 who refused sex, I'd selected all 120, madam included.
And today, I was the only man in Yeonghyejeong. Male staff had been booted by the madam.
'Prepped for this—been chowing down on grilled eel nonstop since yesterday.'
I was already naked in Yeonghyejeong's sixth special room, waiting for them to get ready. My heart was pounding extra hard today.
Nerves hit, so I chugged from the water bottle on the table.
'Camera spots mapped out. Know exactly how they film.'
Today's footage was crucial. I'd play to the cameras for the best shots.
'...Today, I become a legend.'
I steeled myself like never before. Even if I died today, I'd keep thrusting.
"Honey, kept you waiting? We're ready~."
The door opened, and the naked madam entered. Not a stitch on her.
Her sagging, lewd breasts and thick bush. I saw that body at least once every visit, but it always got me going. Who'd guess she was in her forties?
"Never thought I'd do this... If it weren't you, no way. And just today—once."
"Got it, Madam."
I glanced behind her.
Naked Reika smiled and waved at me. More girls lined up behind—all nude.
"All prepped? We can start right away?"
"The girls are all aroused. Used love gel too."
I stood up.
My cock was rock-hard, standing tall.
I stepped to the table and nudged it slightly—camera-conscious. Knew the perfect angle.
"Everyone doggy over the table, ass out. Madam first."
"Oh, come on... Embarrassing with the girls watching."
She approached lightly despite her words. Her high heels clicked. She gripped the table, bent forward, and thrust her hips back invitingly.
Asshole and pussy fully exposed.
Her slit knew what was coming—glistening with clear juices soaking her dark pubes.
The girls behind looked shocked at her display.
"Honey, better hurry. Time's short."
"I know."
Squelch.
I shoved my cock into her pussy. Her walls hugged me tight, as always. A legend stays legendary.
"Ohh~. Feels like always, but your cock's so hard. Like a steel bat."
"You love that, right?"
"Yeah... Ahh."
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
I counted thrusts carefully.
Exactly ten, then pulled out.
"Done, Madam."
"...Ahh. Already? Such a tease."
She stepped back. Juices trickled down her pale thighs—pitiful sight.
But no time for just her. She saw my firm expression, smiled wistfully, and left the room.
"My turn next. How do you even think of this?"
"Every guy's fantasized about it sometime."
Reika gripped the table and bent over.
Her pussy, bushy right up to her asshole, was revealed.
I'd heard from the madam: Reika was married. Husband worked in Japan, no kids. She didn't shave because he visited occasionally and hated it trimmed.
Thwack-thwack-thwack!
I thrust hard.
"Ha-ut! Haaang!"
Reika and I had fucked at Yeonghyejeong three-plus times. I knew her type: she loved it rough.
"Ten! Next!"
"O-oppa. Go easy, please..."
Lara. Petite build, A-cup tits to match. But her ass was ripe like overripe fruit.
I grabbed her cheeks and spread them. Hairless pink pussy and asshole exposed.
"Love gel?"
"Y-yes. I don't get wet easily."
For every gusher, there's a dry one.
My cock parted her tight slit and plunged in.
"Tight squeeze, as expected."
I memorized the feel as best I could. Should've boosted Intelligence more. Would've helped recall pussy textures better.
Exactly ten thrusts, pull out. My glistening cock throbbed with veins.
Lara exited, next girl took position, ass out like the rest.
"Cherry. Been a while."
"Only once before, and you remember?"
"How could I forget that mole right under your hole."
"Sheesh..."
Cherry's pussy was chewy.
"Next... No A-young."
And so, I thrust my cock ten times into each of Yeonghyejeong's girls' pussies.
Couldn't savor the textures fully. Thirty seconds per girl times 120 was an hour minimum.
Ten each: 1,200 total thrusts.
But this was just the appetizer. The main course came next.
"Huuu..."
One hour twenty later, I caught my breath.
I'd tasted all 120 pussies. Came twice midway; the floor was a slick puddle of juices.
"Now the real deal."
I climbed onto the table and lay back. Perfect camera pose—visible from front, back, side, above. Prime spot.
As I waited tensely, someone climbed up. The madam.
She eyed my rigid cock and grinned lewdly.
"Heh. Insanely virile."
"You first again?"
"Gotta set the example."
She grabbed my cock, aligned it, and sank down.
"Ohh."
"Exactly thirty."
"Got it. Hnng."
Round two: random cowgirl. Girls entered randomly, rode me cowgirl-style, bouncing asses thirty times, then tag out.
'Prize money on this.'
Promised 30 million won to whoever made me cum first in cowgirl.
30 million was no joke even for Yeonghyejeong girls.
That day, I came 11 times from random cowgirl.
In one day, I'd blown 4.83 billion won.
No regrets.