Even If One Dies While Two Eat, They Wouldn't Know
With a sparkle, the card vanished in a flash of light. And there, resting on my palm, was a small jewelry box.
I'd figured out how to use the Gift Card. Opening the box revealed a necklace with the cutest design, just as described. Way too adorable for me to wear. No way a big, burly guy like me could pull off accessories like that. It didn't look that expensive, but as a light gift, women would probably love it.
For now, I'd stash it away.
Having drawn three packs already, I sank into thought. After setting aside Jiyeon's guarantee fee, I still had over 100 million won left.
"Card pack!"
I decided to draw a few more. Guess I'd gotten hooked.
◈ - After AV Making ends, all targets involved in the making (except the AV Master) will have their memories of inexplicable events during the making period replaced with a plausible scenario they can accept.
Hmm... I get what it means. But one thing bugs me. What counts as an "inexplicable event" during the making period? Kinda scary now.
This was the moment I got most nervous after getting the cards.
And the last card... another Gift Card.
◈ - A box of Avarzin Delights, blending sweet honey with a perfect crisp-yet-chewy texture.
◈ - Made from the finest, rare ingredients even treasured by royalty—a supreme snack.
◈ - So delicious, it somehow makes you feel happy just eating it.
◈ - High-calorie treat. Eat too much, and you might turn into a pig.
From the description, it seemed like just a box of cookies. No special powers or anything. The "makes you feel happy" bit probably wasn't literal...
First time I'd gotten something from a card that felt kinda pointless. A bit disappointing, but I decided not to judge too hastily. So far, nothing unreasonable had come up.
One more time for the finale. Still not enough. I hadn't gotten what I wanted.
Two Casting Cards <Actress>. Special cards didn't come easy, it seemed. Felt a bit off.
But these were the money-makers, so I'd treasure them.
The very last card was something totally out of left field.
◈ - The perfect prison for locking up bad people and torturing them.
◈ - Rows of iron-bar cells.
◈ - Two torture rooms equipped with various tools.
◈ - Prisoners can't even dream of rebelling against the guards.
◈ - Prisoners can't escape without the guard's permission.
◈ - Water facilities in every area to wash the filthy prisoners' bodies.
◈ - No daily maintenance needed; prisoners get enough food and exercise to stay healthy.
◈ - Can request torture or bondage experts on demand.
◈ - Location: 112-23 Nonhyeon-dong, Gangnam-gu, Hanul Building Basement 8
◈ - Board the Hanul Building elevator and use this card.
What the hell? This is actually scary! A prison? Sure, confinement play is classic in adult videos, but providing a real place to lock people up?
Hah... beyond bewildering—straight-up terrifying. Use this, and I could film snuff films or some old-school gore porn.
Shelving this for now. Time to stop. Can't blow all my money just 'cause pack-opening's fun. Already down 50 million won. About 113 million left.
With Jiyeon's guarantee and prepping for the next making, better not spend more.
Pack-opening done, I turned my curiosity to the Gift Card <Dessert Gift Set>. Pulled it out, tore it—and with a glow, it vanished, replaced by a hefty box on my lap.
Size-wise, like a pack of 30 Choco Pies. Plenty of dessert in there.
"This for eating?"
Opening it, no ordinary snacks—instead, transparent, jewel-like pieces neatly arrayed in divided compartments. Less dessert, more gemstone display. Not huge; each about two thumbs big. Counted 48.
What? This packaging blows Korean cookie boxes out of the water—high-tech as hell. Contents could fit in a tiny box...
And the box itself? Extravagant gold patterns, mysterious script everywhere. But seeing the beauties inside, the overkill packaging made sense. Each a different-colored gem; pass it off as jewelry, and no one'd bat an eye.
Pure gift material. Any woman seeing this would snap pics for SNS on sight.
One side had two gold-plated tongs—like for pinching desserts.
What even is this? Really just a pointless dessert set? Edible, at least?
Curiosity won; time to try one. Not big on sweets. Too much sugar packs on pounds... And my motto: men eat meat, not desserts. Low expectations.
Visuals aside, the transparency reminded me of Turkish delight—lokum, that jelly-ish Turkish candy I'd tried once. That script? Probably from around there.
Hmm... wonder how it tastes? Old lokum was just super sweet, soft jelly...
Picked one up—slightly crisp texture. Sticky residue on fingers—not great. Ah, hence the tongs. Made sense now. Royal mention meant upscale concept. Can't picture nobility sticky-fingered, licking it off.
Next time, tongs for me. Popped it in.
Some indefinable aroma tickled my nose. Not bad... Bit down.
Firmer than lokum. Crisp! Delightful crunch sang in my ears. How so light and clean?
Just the outer layer, though. Then chewy give on my teeth—not overdone. Springy enough to tease the bite, but never tooth-aching hard or annoyingly sticky. Perfect Korean-style chewiness.
Fun snack. Visual feast first, then that satisfying crunch. Then the chew. Creator was a genius.
Then the real deal hit. Chewing unleashed a fruit-frenzy aroma. Strawberry? Pineapple? Orange? Nah. Something new—tart, vibrant, flooding my senses.
Tongue-tingling sweetness—not mere sugar, but heavenly nectar. As it slid down, rich, buttery-milky depth spread, denser than anything.
Ingredients? Recipe? No clue. My brain drowned in this tiny treat's symphony.
Eh? What? Why so damn good? How's one bite blissing me out?
Not just taste—one of five senses. But Avarzin Delight nailed all: sight, sound, touch, smell, taste.
For a fleeting moment, I felt truly happy. Obvious, really. Humans are sensory beasts. This pierced every sense, flooding satisfaction.
Aftertaste lingered long. I zoned out, savoring.
Wow. Transcendent. Even paid, I'd be thrilled.
Fit for crowds? No guarantee it's human-made. From the card granting impossible powers. Made the miracle taste believable.
"Ah... just... one... more..."
Hand reached instinctively. No! Fought it off. Card warned: too much, pig city.
Can't tolerate fat gain. Already bulky; extra pounds? Done. Even with powers for endless women, no.
That's my bare-minimum humanity line.
Set box on sofa-side table. Forget it exists. Made for gifting, not me. Anyone'd love it.
Afternoon, neighbor Bora visited. As usual: stripped naked at door, collared, crawled in, knelt before sofa.
"Open wide."
Grabbed her leash, first command of the day.
She parted lips with a bored face. I fed her a piece; she closed mouth, still meh.
"Ah!"
Bora blanked out, chewing and swallowing the Avarzin Delight. Long silence—same trip I took.
She snapped back way later than expected.
"Wh... what is this?"
"Good, right? Edible gift."
"Th-that... what?"
Normally dismissive unless ordered, now curious. That good.
"Dunno. Gift from who-knows-where. Tasty?"
Bora nodded. Handed her the box.
"Like jewels, huh?"
Her femininity shone—more awed than me. Gazed at remaining 46 pieces.
"How do they even..."
Then startled. We don't chat like this. She's exploited; I'm the shameless dog. Forgetting even briefly? Impressive.
"Tried one—good, but too sweet for more. Take when you go."
Perplexity crossed her face. Not an order—a suggestion. She'd normally scoff.
But serious now. Obvious reason: too damn good. Better than any snack I knew. No one'd refuse post-taste.
And Bora? Probably thinking of her daughter, sweet-tooth kid. Not a great person overall, but her love for that girl rivaled any mom's.