Dragon Spring Sake Worth 4 Million Won – What to Do with Seoye's Agency?
"And Seoyeon, if the uni sushi tastes bad, feed it to me like this—ahh."
I opened my mouth, and Seoyeon placed the uni sushi from her hand right on my tongue.
I'd expected it to be fishy, but damn, it was rich and savory.
"Mmm, this is seriously good."
"Still... not as good as Master's cum, though..."
Seoyeon reached over and fondled my dick, which was bulging out of my pants.
Hmm. Got some things to talk about, and I wanna get more comfortable anyway.
Plus, I didn't even need to shove my phone in their faces anymore to hypnotize them.
I fired up the hypnosis app and targeted only Chef Tamura with remote hypnosis.
Hypnosis successful. -1,000 coins. Remaining coins: 23,000
I opened the text input window and entered the command:
Give the chefs and staff end-of-day bonuses and send them home so the guests can chat comfortably. Make up some excuse.
Tamura, now under the command, wiped his hands on a white towel, stepped out briefly, then handed out envelopes to each one.
"Um... Jongwon-san, Koi-ku-san... everyone, you can go home now."
"You sure, boss?"
"Eh... the prep's all done, and the guests said they want some privacy tonight, so head out."
"What about the dishes and cleanup?"
"I'll handle the wrap-up."
The staff checked the envelopes, thanked him profusely, and vanished, leaving just our group.
The map showed nothing but red circles in this space besides me—meaning we were alone.
The women, still clueless about remote hypnosis, just looked baffled.
Ollie especially freaked out.
"Wha— Tamura-san, what's this about all of a sudden? Mr. Seongtae is here, this is so rude..."
Tamura stood there blankly, like his soul had checked out, his orders fulfilled.
"I told him to do it."
"Huh? You did, Seongtae-ssi?"
I strolled into the ㄷ-shaped table area and slapped my palm on Tamura's shiny bald head. It stuck like an octopus tentacle.
Jian caught on first.
"Oppa, you hypnotized him again?"
"Yeah."
"Haa~ Makes sense."
Everyone slumped back in their chairs, tension draining.
"What's up? Seats uncomfortable or something? Thought you were all enjoying the food."
"No, we just got nervous for a sec. Thought Master would be pissed with the staff suddenly leaving..."
"Huh, so that's what you were thinking."
I grabbed a piece of sushi from my spot, chomped it down, and told Tamura,
"Bring the best booze you've got."
"Yes, sir."
He fetched a white box from the booze storage.
Nothing fancy at first glance.
Inside was a sleek red box with gold dragon motifs and a floral emblem in the center—like the Blue House insignia, screaming luxury.
He carefully pulled out the bottle and showed it to me.
Even I could read the hanja: "Dragon Spring (龍泉)."
Water from the dragon's spring, huh?
"This is Juyondai Junmai Daiginjo Ryūsen."
"Cool. Was wondering earlier—what's Juyondai? Fourteenth generation? And Junmai Daiginjo?"
"Allow me to explain. Japanese sake names vary by region and brewery. This is the top-shelf from Takagi Shuzo in Yamagata Prefecture, founded in 1615—over 400 years old. Any sake lover knows it."
"Traditional stuff, then."
Truth be told, I couldn't care less about sake. Wine or champagne was more my speed. Not that I'd tried much high-end stuff.
Tamura was geeking out, dialect slipping in his excitement.
"Yes! It was originally the 'Asahi Taka' brand, but the 15th generation changed it. '15th' and '16th' didn't pass regs, so it became '14th Generation, Juyondai.' Junmai Daiginjo means brewed purely from rice and koji—no added alcohol..."
"Okay, got it. Top-tier booze, right?"
"True sake connoisseurs are divided into those who've tasted Juyondai and those who haven't."
I picked up the bottle.
"That good? How much?"
"Around 4 million won in Korea."
"What?!"
Hearing the price made it feel even more premium.
Seoyeon leaned forward, propping her chest on the table.
"Can't wait to try it, Master!"
"Hold up, Tamura. From now on, you keep cooking and serving us as the chef. Handle all costs yourself, and obey my every command. Call me Seongtae-nim."
"Understood, Seongtae-nim."
To Ollie:
"You too—act like 'Ollie' until we leave, not Olivia. Got it?"
"Yes, Master."
I handed him the bottle.
"Open it."
"Yes."
Thought it'd be tricky like champagne, but he popped the Dragon Spring cap effortlessly.
"Who wants the first pour?"
"One moment, Seongtae-nim."
He grabbed iridescent blue glasses with elegant gold accents—pure luxury at a glance—and passed them out.
"Oh my, these are gorgeous!"
Ayoung lit up most at the pretty glasses.
I stepped out from the table and addressed everyone.
"Glasses up, everyone. I'm in a good mood, so I'll pour myself."
"Thank you!"
Good chance to reinforce the pecking order among the girls.
"Jian first, then."
"Yesss!"
Jian beamed, holding her glass with both hands as I poured.
Glug glug glug.
It poured like pristine spring water—truly dragon spring vibes. A fresh fruity aroma hit immediately.
"Love you, oppa."
She sniffed it deeply.
"Next, Seoyeon."
Seoyeon slid off her chair, knelt, and offered her glass reverently.
"Seoyeon's got perfect form."
I poured.
"Thank you, Master."
Everyone but Jian, who'd already gotten hers, knelt too as I poured for Seoyeon.
But Ayoung was the veteran slave—her first.
"Ayoung!"
She hadn't expected it and burst into tears.
"What's wrong?"
"Sniff... sorry, Master. Didn't think you'd pick me first."
"You're a founding member, aren't you? My Ayoung?"
"Huh? Waaah, I'll serve you even harder from now on, Master! Sniff sniff."
She took the glass like it was an award acceptance, bawling.
Seoyeon patted her back.
"Ayoung, stop crying now."
"Thank you, Seoyeon-nim. Sniff."
Mom and daughter roles reversed.
Left: Sia, Haeun, Ollie.
"Haeun needs a glass too."
"Me? But I have to drive..."
"Just a sip. Low proof anyway."
"Okay, one glass then! This costs as much as my monthly salary!"
"Figures."
As I poured, I asked,
"Haeun, any progress on that research this week?"
"Yes! I wanted to tell you, but no chance..."
"Spill."
"Funding application's in, team's assembled, research underway—based on your paper."
"Nice. But research doesn't wrap in a week."
"Still, we're using Python to model neuron networks in a matrix for AI learning."
"Save the tech talk for when I'm at school. Sia!"
The bobbed-haired Sia in her suit fidgeted.
"I... I haven't done anything like Dalgeon for you, sorry."
"You're fun. Bet you're feeling it even during sushi."
I filled her glass to the brim.
"Y-yeah, hehe, right you are, Master. I'm soaked already."
Sia set her glass down, hiked her skirt—panties drenched in juices.
"Sia, panties off."
"Yes...!"
She slid them down her thighs. I slipped fingers into her pussy.
"You feel it so good, don't you?"
Squelch squelch.
"Ahhn, haak— you made me this way, Master."
I fed her the slick fingers; she sucked them clean.
Last: Ollie, who'd stripped, glass wedged in her cleavage.
"Show-off?"
"Mmm, but... you won't use it."
She squeezed her tits together, making them look huge.
"Later."
I poured into the glass.
"Thank you, Master."
"Tamura, you too."
"Yes, it's mine originally, but thank you."
Only my glass empty.
Jian offered,
"Oppa, want me to pour?"
"Nah, going full manga—straight from the bottle."
"Gotcha."
They raised glasses, waiting for my lead.
"Ayoung."
Her eyes still red, voice shaky:
"Y-yes??"
"You teared up quick earlier. That happy?"
"Of course, Master. Never saw it coming."
"So if I said you could act again—cry on cue like that—could you? Unfinished dream, right?"
"Huh? Never thought about it. Why?"
Seoyeon to Ayoung:
"Ayoung, remember watching TV, saying you'd act better than them?"
"Seoyeon-nim, that was just talk... at my age?"
"Ahem. Big announcement. Listen up."
"Yes!"
"Remember Miracle Company?"
"Yeah, you mentioned it."
"Once we launch for real, we'll absorb Seoyeon's agency, SY Entertainment."
Lee Suyeong owned majority shares—hypnotize her, it's done.
"What? Really, Master? Our company?"
"Yup."
"So I'll be under Master's company soon?"
"Pretty much."
Seoyeon jumped up and down.
"Kyaaaa! So happy!"
"And Ayoung, let's shoot a drama."
"Huh?!"
"Just try it. Nail the emotions like earlier. Promise?"
"Ma-Master?! For real? Waaah, I promise!"
Ayoung wailed like a kid.
"Enough tears! Glasses up!"
Plan: SY Entertainment under Miracle Company.
Infiltrate broadcasters, nab PDs—easy exposure for our idols.
Start with music show PDs at the big three? Push Seoyeon hard at debut.
Plus, Lee Yu-ri, owner of my future house—that haughty top actress—shift her to SY Entertainment under Miracle.
Chest-swelling plans.
I hefted the big bottle.
"Toast time. To Miracle Company!"
"To Miracle Company!"
Jian shouted,
"Everyone! To Master Han Seongtae!"
"To Master Han Seongtae~~!!"
Gulp gulp.
Straight from the bottle, Ryūsen tasted of cherry blossoms and fruit—crisp, clean, an odd spring-winter blend. Fit for immortals. Dragon spring indeed.
"Oppa, this is insanely good."
"More?"
"Yeah, but... saying your spit makes it better sounds pervy?"
"Nah. Cute."
Tamura placed sushi on Ollie's spot.
"Miss Olivia, your breasts are impressive as ever."
Still squeezing them.
"Hey, Tamura, eyeing Ollie's tits?"
"Who's Ollie?"
"Olivia, duh."
I groped her breasts; they jiggled lewdly.
Prime natural goods.
"Ha-ut, Master..."
"Eh, I look every time. All guys do, right?"
"You eyed me like that too, huh."
Hmm. Good booze hitting, buzzed and pumped thinking ahead.
Watching Tamura serve sushi while I groped: sake on tits, sushi on tits, Ollie as sushi plate?
Perfect.
"Ollie, clothes off."
"Yes!"
She stripped buck naked effortlessly.
Tamura stole glances, face flushing beet red at her nude form.
"Tamura, delete and trash the CCTV after we leave."
"Yes."
Ollie grinned at him.
"Tamura-ssi, like my tits?"
"Ka... kawaii desu."
"Ollie, no chit-chat. Up on the table, lie down."
"Yes!"
She sprawled naked on the cleared table.