Chapter 221: No. 3 (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 221: No. 3 (3)
I’ve had something on my mind lately.
Namely, that people have started recognizing me when I go out.
If the Kim Do-jin before getting his B-rank Hunter license was just someone making a name for himself on social media, then the Kim Do-jin after getting the license is… well, what should I call it?
Maybe a rising star on the cusp of true fame, the kind who pops up on TV just often enough to keep his face and name in the public eye.
Obtaining a B-rank Hunter license at the age of 19.
And being the one and only person to pass the most difficult exam, held for the first time in ten years.
It was all thanks to dropping two bombshells back-to-back, either of which would have been enough to get the world talking for days.
The problem is, all this attention isn't helping my plans at all.
“At this rate, there will be news articles.”
I have a date soon.
If it were a normal date, I wouldn't care whether articles were written or not.
“But it’s not a normal date, and that’s the problem.”
My date today is with Im Na-eun and Jo Yun-kyung.
A date with one guy and two women.
What would happen if someone recognized me walking around with a woman on each arm?
Photos would spread all over social media that very day, and reporters sniffing out a story would write some juicy articles.
Then Kim Do-jin, who's just starting to get famous, would be branded a two-timing piece of trash.
“It’s too early to be this well-known…”
Honestly, I don't really care if my own image gets tarnished.
I was prepared for it the moment I started seeing multiple women, and I’ve decided to live that way.
No matter how much reporters and keyboard warriors on the internet flap their gums, they can't leave a single meaningful crack in my mental fortitude.
Why?
Because I've already lived for decades under the public eye—and intense public interest at that.
Right, the problem isn't me, but…
“The women who'll be in the photos with me.”
The problem is the women who will be photographed with me and dragged through the mud alongside me.
Countless insults will be hurled at them.
Most of them will be humiliating and sexual, things too shameful to even say out loud.
They're only in their early twenties and have never lived in the public eye. Could they endure something like that?
No, am I, as a person, so overwhelmingly charming that they should have to endure that just to be with me?
When I ask myself that, the only answer I can come up with is a sigh.
“…Maybe I should have pushed myself harder.”
In the end, this problem exists because I'm still just a B-rank nobody.
Women are lining up for a mere B-rank?
In that moment, I'd just be a talented piece of trash, but all sorts of insults would be hurled at the women by my side.
They'd be called stupid girls desperate for a mere B-rank.
And that's putting it mildly. In reality, the comments would probably be much worse.
“I need to hit A-rank as soon as possible.”
There's only one way to solve this problem.
Raise my Hunter rank.
The reason they'd get criticized is because the man they're clinging to happens to be a B-rank.
But what if I weren't some B-rank nobody, but an A-rank, or even an S-rank Hunter?
Then the story changes 180 degrees.
Even if ten or twenty women were lined up for me, some people might still criticize us, but inwardly, they would understand and accept the situation.
Why?
Because I'd be an S-rank.
A national treasure. There are only five in South Korea, and not even three digits’ worth in the entire world.
They know that being one of several women by an S-rank Hunter's side offers a more prosperous life than living with an average man.
In fact, two of the three male S-rank Hunters in South Korea are playboys.
One is the ultimate playboy who genuinely enjoys one-night stands with new women every day, and the other is more of a passive playboy who doesn't actively seek them out but never turns down a woman who approaches him.
Anyway.
People point fingers at those two all the time, but they never actually say anything that crosses the line.
Because the moment those guys get pissed off and decide to defect to another country, the government itself would hunt down and crush anyone who crossed the line.
“Something like that happened once before, I think…?”
Was it five years ago, or seven?
I don't remember exactly, but that ultimate playboy fellow got fed up with a reporter who wrote articles denouncing him every day and posted something terrifying on his social media.
“Something like, ‘If you keep this shit up, I'll defect to Japan.’”
That one sentence truly turned the country upside down.
What kind of country is Japan?
A nation whose culture many men are… indebted to, yet a rival so fierce that everyone agrees you can't even lose a game of rock-paper-scissors against them. A country of love and hate.
So when he said he'd defect to a country like that, the startled government finally got its heavy ass in gear and took action.
They must have thought, ‘Since their sex culture is more open than ours, this bastard might actually do it.’
In fact, Japan supposedly saw his post and even made advances, saying he was welcome anytime.
So what happened?
What do you think? The newspaper's president and all its executives came out, made a public apology to the nation, and then got replaced. And the reporter who'd been writing all those hit pieces on him got torn to shreds by the entire country.
“What happened after was pretty funny, too.”
It turned out later that the reporter writing the hit pieces was a woman.
Even worse, she'd had a one-night stand with the bastard after a chance encounter.
She must have thought her life was set, but when he never contacted her after that one night, she acted out of a burning desire for revenge.
The incident ended when the guy found out later and hired her as his personal secretary.
For the record, he has a whopping 12 secretaries he acquired in similar ways.
In other words, 'secretary' is just a nice word for it. They're a collection he can touch whenever he wants.
I saw a picture. That female reporter was quite pretty.
“Anyway, that's the situation…”
So, before I can build my harem, there's something I need to do.
Raise my Hunter rank as fast as possible.
I need to be at least A-rank to prevent my women from being indiscriminately criticized.
And before that…
“…I'll have to change the date to an indoor one.”
A change in the date plans.
I immediately go online and book a suitably nice room at a fancy hotel.
A place where we can enjoy all sorts of facilities, from leisure spots like a spa and pool to cultural venues like restaurants and a lounge bar.
“Ah, and a very large bed.”
It costs a pretty penny, but that doesn't matter.
I've saved up a decent amount of money one way or another, and if I spend it all, I can just earn more.
“Alright, the reservation is complete.”
I immediately send a message to Jo Yun-kyung and Im Na-eun.
Informing them of the change of plans, along with the hotel's name, room number, and the time.
“Okay.”
Preparations are complete.
All that's left is to get to the hotel first and wait for them to arrive.
* * *
My heart is pounding.
Because of the upcoming date?
That's part of it, but if I dig a little deeper, the reason is different.
‘The three of us…’
He said it. This date would be for the three of us.
With that fox-like woman I saw in the club room, Jo Yun-kyung.
The meaning of his words was clear.
That I wasn't the only one who received Kim Do-jin's love.
“…It's okay.”
To be precise, it's not okay.
But it would be more accurate to say that things have become irreversible.
It's far too late to back out now.
Now, just looking at him fills me with a natural sense of obedience, and my body grows so hot my panties get wet.
I can't even bring myself to look at any other man besides my Master.
My body has become perfectly tailored for Kim Do-jin alone.
With a body like this, there's only one thing to do.
‘I'll be loved more, much more.’
Constantly wonder and strive to become his most beloved slave.
I open my closet and take out a box hidden deep inside.
Cosplay outfits I'd bought one by one to show my Master someday, or revealing clothes with deep cuts in all sorts of places, too embarrassing to wear outside.
The box was filled with such things.
My treasure, hidden away carefully in case my family were to barge in unexpectedly.
“I-it would be too much to wear this there…”
I take out a shopping bag and pick out a few outfits to put inside.
To show him later, when it's just the two of us… no, the three of us.
“Hehe… At least one of these should be to Master's liking, yes.”
After finishing my thorough preparations, just as I was turning my entire wardrobe upside down to decide on an outfit, trying on one thing after another in front of the mirror…
A message notification chimed.
The sender was ‘Master♥’.
《Master♥: Change of plans for the date. Goryeo Hotel in Yongsan, Room 1102. Be there by 6.》
Im Na-eun gulped the moment she saw the message.
I thought we'd just be casually walking around outside, but he's summoning me straight to a hotel.
Filled with nervousness, she barely managed to pick out her clothes and change.
A white blouse with a black ribbon and a black tennis skirt.
A fashion that exuded freshness and excitement.
Sexiness? She didn't need to worry about that right now.
Because every single item in her shopping bag was sexy.
“…Good.”
She finished her preparations and left the house.
She took a taxi straight to the Goryeo Hotel in Yongsan that he had mentioned.
‘Oh, I'm so nervous.’
It's not that she had no experience with hotels.
She would always stay in hotels like this when she occasionally went on trips with her family.
However, she was nervous because she knew what kind of situation would follow.
As she stood waiting for the elevator after pressing the button…
“Oh my, fancy seeing you here?”
A familiar voice struck her ears sharply.
She turned her head, her expression instantly wary, and saw Jo Yun-kyung smiling and waving.
Im Na-eun hastily greeted her.
“Ah, hello…”
At the same time, her eyes quickly scanned up and down, checking out her outfit.
Intense makeup.
Below it, she wore a light brown trench coat, the belt tied tightly around her waist.
A sigh of relief escaped her as soon as she saw it.
It was a fashion that suited her perfectly, but it wasn't anything special compared to her own.
Ding!
The two of them boarded the elevator that had just arrived.
As the elevator ascended floor by floor, just as it was about to reach the 11th floor…
Jo Yun-kyung, who had been standing still, began to untie the belt of her tightly fastened trench coat.
As she undid the buttons as well, a shocking outfit was revealed through the open front.
A see-through dress with daring openings at the sides and chest, every part of it revealing the skin underneath.
To her, who had worn such a bold, no, utterly promiscuous outfit all the way from home…
‘I… I lost…’
Im Na-eun felt a sense of defeat.