Chapter 61: SPA & SAUNA CLUB - Elixir
"Do I really look like some kind of playboy to you?"
I tossed out the question, pretending to be all prim and proper.
"What, you don't like it? Hooking up with your ex and your female friend in the same spot?"
Her expression was a little off. Maybe there's more to it than I'd guessed.
"I'm really not doing it with Eun-hee. But I've got a great idea."
There's no rule saying it has to be Eun-hee and Ji-ah as a combo. I've got a ton of cards up my sleeve.
"What is it? Ah!"
Having this kind of conversation while doing it wasn't half bad.
"Later."
"Hah! Yeah! Ahh..."
She couldn't think straight anymore. And I started mulling over all sorts of ideas for our sessions.
In the end, I spent that night with Ji-ah again after reuniting.
That night, we had the most intense sex we'd ever done—something we'd never tried before. By the climax, Ji-ah even blacked out for a bit.
Sufficient footage satisfied for official release.
'Marriage Blues - Plunged into an inexplicable melancholy before her wedding, she calls her ex-boyfriend.'
I uploaded the somewhat lengthy-titled video to the market. For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed my mind: Am I really selling off even this personal affair?
Unlike the other women so far, Ji-ah and I had built up memories and affection over time.
But whatever... If I'd been thinking like that, I never would've used a Casting Card on her—or that guy.
The released video even features that guy in a few scenes: him starting to get suspicious during their phone call, his doubts growing as Ji-ah's moans echo faintly from afar, and finally, that devastated look on his face as he stares up at her apartment when he hears she's come home.
But it's not quite the ecstatic pleasure face like with Mi-nam. He probably didn't feel humiliated enough to get off on it.
Maybe because he still wasn't fully convinced of her affair. Guess I'll have to wait for another chance.
"Weird. You were such a mess last night, but why do I feel so refreshed?"
Ji-ah wondered aloud, waking up in the morning.
"Your body's probably just gotten better at handling it."
"Nah, something's definitely off."
"Let's go grab some breakfast."
"Mm... My body's fine now, so how about morning sex before we part ways?"
Looks like she'd gotten hooked after just one day.
"Haa... Not as good as last night, but this level's just right. Let's not push it further."
We had a late breakfast-slash-lunch together and then parted ways.
"You'll call again, right?" Her eyes were full of anticipation.
"Yeah. Hit me up if you're free too."
"Got it. Yesterday and today were fun."
I still hadn't paid Ji-ah her guarantee by the time we said goodbye.
Her wedding's not far off anyway, so I figured I'd combine it with the next one and give her a bigger payout then.
Ji-ah's guarantee was set at 20 million won. More than Bora or Eun-hee, but less than Ji-yeon.
She's much younger and more stunning than Bora or Eun-hee, so the higher rate makes sense. But compared to Ji-yeon, she's older with average-sized breasts—maybe that's why.
Of course, her face is the most beautiful of any woman I've been with so far. Anyone would call her a knockout.
And her figure's perfectly balanced too. Not super tall, but not short either, with clear curves and nicely full breasts.
But in the adult market, age and bust size matter way more than balance or looks.
Early twenties with F-cups or bigger is prime. Considering that, 20 million for her isn't low at all.
Hm... Suddenly, I felt pathetic for evaluating my old flame like that—the woman I'd shared good times with.
Whatever. Can't be helped. That's just the level I'm at.
I'm not cut out to be noble, so no point pretending.
I did pay that guy's guarantee: 300,000 won. Same as Mi-nam's.
No sex scenes, so it gets the minimum rate.
Anonymous payment: Delivered via a special method ensuring the recipient has no idea who sent it.
I was a bit curious what that "special method" entailed, but since I'm not close to the guy, no urge to check.
Guess I really don't give a damn about other men. Even when they're victims of my handiwork.
The day after parting with Ji-ah was Sunday—no plans.
Ji-yeon's got some family event, and Bora and I agreed on a break till today.
What to do? For once, I've got free time.
I toyed with watching a movie alone, then remembered something.
Among the new cards I'd gotten, there was one I hadn't checked yet: the Site Card <SPA & SAUNA CLUB>.
Perfect timing—might as well head there.
I don't tire as easily as before, but a spa or sauna still sounds nice.
Soaking in warm water, letting my mind go blank... Yeah, that relaxes me.
Alright. One day without sex-related stuff.
The address on the card was the same building as the pool and prison: Hanul Building.
A quick search showed an operating spa there.
"Members-only spa club? Huh, didn't know this existed."
Being exclusive, info was scarce.
After digging, I found a few posts from supposed members. Nothing detailed.
Just rave reviews: luxurious beyond any hotel spa, worth every penny.
No price info, but it screams expensive. Something felt off, though.
Why's a public spa available as a card? The pool and prison were card-exclusive.
Curiosity piqued—time to check it out.
Next day after work, I headed straight there. Just 15 minutes from the office.
Hanul Building directory: Proudly on the 19th floor. SPA & SAUNA CLUB - Elixir.
Hit the elevator for 19. Seemed open to anyone.
Ding! Doors opened to a lavish lobby.
A stunning woman in a sharp uniform at the desk bowed deeply.
"Welcome, Yeong-woong."
Huh? How'd she know my name on sight? Definitely not your average spa.
"This way, please. Allow me to guide you."
Following her through winding corridors led to a swanky lounge overlooking the cityscape.
"Welcome, Yeong-woong."
Another familiar face. A woman in an impeccably tailored suit stood ramrod straight, bowing politely.
"Have we met somewhere?"
The question slipped out before I could return the greeting.
"No, this is our first meeting. It's an honor."
She bowed even deeper, as if humbled.
"I'm Anna, the manager of Elixir."
"Your Korean's impeccable."
This apparent owner or manager was a golden-blonde beauty with striking blue eyes. Age hard to pin: could pass for just over twenty, or mid-thirties.
Foreigner vibes made it tricky, but her allure was undeniable. She'd fit right in as a Russian film lead.
"Because I'm Korean."
Her Korean flowed flawlessly. No one would guess otherwise without her saying it.
"Ah, sorry."
Naturalized, or mixed? Probably the former.
"No offense taken. You're hardly the first to say it, Yeong-woong. I'm used to it."
Impeccably polite, with disarming charm.
"Please, have a seat."
Anna guided me to the sofa, seating me in the prime spot while she stood opposite with a gentle smile.
A bit over-the-top, but hey, first time in a fancy members-only joint—must be standard.
Soon, the guide returned with a silver tray gleaming under the lights: matching silver teapot, ornate porcelain cup in blue and gold, and cookies on a saucer.
She set the cup before me, pouring a warm brown liquid from the pot. A delightful aroma wafted from the mystery tea, instantly invigorating.
With light refreshments served, she vanished.
"Please enjoy. Himalayan Darjeeling, hand-picked and fermented only by virgins under full moons. I hope it suits your taste."
Unique scent—tea-like with fruity notes hard to place. Clearly premium, even without the spiel. Not sure if it's my thing; never had fancy stuff like this.
"How'd you know I was coming?"
I sipped and asked what was bugging me. What's her deal with my cards?
"Because we're here, operating, waiting for you to visit."
Cryptic as hell.
"Impressive spa."
"Thank you. Glad it matches your tastes."
"This whole place exists just for my visits?"
"Yes, exactly. Come anytime."
"You say that to all customers? Or just me?"
"Only you, Yeong-woong."
"Why?"
I get it's card-related, but why's she so sure?
"Hm... Sorry, hard to explain. Not hiding it—it's just that obvious. Like breathing because there's air?"
Even she doesn't know. Fine, whatever. I've seen enough of my cards' power; this is small potatoes.
Then, sharp heels clicked from afar. I turned to see two women in neat suits approaching.
One towering tall, the other petite. Head-and-shoulders difference, easy.
"This is Ara. And this is Min-ah."
They bowed in unison, introducing themselves.
"I'm Ara. I've been eagerly awaiting your visit."
The shorter one had alluring tanned skin. Not Korean-looking—maybe Southeast Asian? That deep brown hue.
But her sharp nose and big eyes didn't match my vague stereotypes. Never traveled there, so my knowledge is shallow anyway.
Point is, she struck me as super cute.