Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Pleasure House 4th Floor
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The Savior switched to the next theme: the entertainment lounge.
The atmosphere here resembled the hostess bars scattered far and wide across society.
It was the familiar concept of a discreet bar where a handful of customers summon karaoke companions, belt out songs together, and revel in the nightlife.
However, the intensity here far surpassed anything society deemed acceptable.
For starters, the women's outfits weren't elegant dresses but lewd cosplay or bunny suits that brazenly exposed their most intimate areas. And the physical interactions between the companions and customers? Utterly extreme.
While a male customer crooned into the mic, a companion serviced his cock with her mouth.
Beside them, another companion rode a customer's dick while dueting a song.
Hell, in one dim corner, a group was straight-up fucking, cocks plunging into cunts mid-song.
"That spot's basically the entryway."
Just then, the Savior glanced at the monitor and spoke up.
He scanned the customers inside, then continued.
"Outsiders usually crave the most familiar kind of fun first. Dive straight into the orgy hall or play hall? Instant turn-off. That's why they ease in gradually over there."
The Savior, explaining the whole point of the entertainment theme.
Lee Ha-young nodded, committing her father's words to memory.
He'd said before that he'd hand this place over to her someday, so she needed to absorb every detail.
'Wait a sec.'
Mid-nod, Ha-young bit her lip hard, her face twisting in disgust.
She'd just realized that eagerly hanging on her father's every word was a betrayal of her Master.
'...Still, I have to obey right now.'
But what choice did she have?
She couldn't risk another stint in solitary.
Just like she'd resolved before, Ha-young decided to play the part—pretend total submission to her father.
"Yes, Father. I'll keep it in mind."
"Heh heh. Good girl. Speaking of, see that powder over there?"
Ha-young's eyes followed his fingertip.
Several customers and companions were snorting lines of white powder.
She nodded in response.
"Yeah. Drugs?"
"Exactly. Produced by my slaves themselves."
...Producing drugs right here in Korea.
Movie-level shit actually happening for real? Unbelievable.
Ha-young shot her father a worried look.
"...Isn't that risky?"
"Risky? Worried about the quality?"
"No. In a place like Korea, I just wonder how you can distribute them at all. Isn't enforcement super strict...?"
"Ah, that kinda thing? Don't sweat it. The drugs made here never leave these walls. All consumed right here in the Pleasure House."
"All right here..."
"Yep. Circulate 'em outside? Things get messy fast. I hate complications."
The Savior launched into why they didn't distribute, a full twenty-minute spiel that boiled down to two points: security first, and boosting the drug's 'brand prestige' second.
"...So all the drugs produced here get used up on-site. No trail to follow, and since you can't get it anywhere else, the exclusivity skyrockets the value."
Ha-young nodded along to her father's explanation.
Her survival-honed mind had regained its razor-sharp clarity from her peak days.
"Thanks for explaining. I get it."
"Good, good. Next up: the massage parlor."
With the lounge rundown wrapped, the Savior queued the next theme: the massage parlor.
Surprisingly, it stuck true to its core purpose—easing customer fatigue.
"Sex takes stamina, after all. The slaves here are all certified pros with massage licenses. Worlds apart from the rest who just spread their legs."
True to his word, most workers were C-grades, with the occasional B-grade mixed in.
They greeted customers in crisp uniforms, posture impeccable, and visitors rarely demanded sex outright.
"Still, there's always exceptions."
That said, sex wasn't entirely off the table.
No 'no sex' rule here—it was just another Pleasure House theme zone.
A few customers requested blowjobs now and then. Others indulged in full-body oil rubs.
Some opted for bath services, getting scrubbed head to toe—most followed up with a fuck afterward.
"G-Guh...! Guh-guhh..."
And then there were the ones who finished their bath by pissing straight into the masseuse's mouth.
These sadistic types? Fully acclimated Pleasure House vets, eyeing the orgy hall or play hall next.
"That covers the third floor."
With the massage parlor as the finale, Ha-young and the Savior had toured every theme zone on the third floor.
Ha-young flashed a smile and shared her take with her father.
"The setup's brilliant. No leaks in the cash flow, perfect for letting the slaves blow off steam too. Hell, they'll squander their paychecks right here. It's beautiful."
A calculated mix of flattery in her review.
The Savior beamed with satisfaction.
He patted her ass and promised full authority here if she kept playing nice.
Ha-young bowed deeply, radiating enthusiasm.
"I'll follow you, Father. Won't let you down."
"Heh heh. Good. Now let's hit the fourth floor. Plenty of fun up there."
The Savior powered down the control room and wheeled straight to the elevator.
Ha-young fell in step beside him, rode up, and they arrived at the fourth floor.
-Ding.
The elevator doors slid open with a rumble.
The Savior rolled out; Ha-young followed.
She scanned the fourth floor layout.
'Massive rooms... and nameplates.'
Huge rooms scattered randomly, each labeled with a presumed owner's name.
Spotting 'Kim Na-eun' confirmed it for Ha-young: these were A-grade rooms—A-grade choir members.
"From that look, you've got the gist."
The Savior eyed her expression and spoke.
Ha-young nodded toward a room leaking muffled moans.
"A-grade perks, huh?"
"Heh heh. Pretty much."
The Savior explained the setup.
As she'd guessed, it was a free-for-all playground for A-grades to indulge their sex lives.
"Mm. Let's pop into a room this time. These are all my kids—gotta check on 'em as Dad."
He wheeled right into the room marked 'Kim Jong-min.'
Inside, a couple lounged on the sofa, munching snacks while staring at a monitor.
"Ah, Father!"
They spotted him and dropped to the floor in dogeza.
The Savior chuckled and waved them off.
"Mm. Whatcha watching? Oh, Na-eun."
The screen showed Kim Na-eun in the orgy hall, gangbanged by a swarm of D- and C-grades, howling like a beast.
"Yes, Father. Got worried seeing her mix with those lowly sluts, so we were keeping an eye."
"Heh heh. No need to bullshit. You were enjoying the show."
Enjoying the show.
Kim Jong-min's face shifted in an instant.
He grinned slyly, owning it as he looked up.
"Haha. You know me, Father. Truth is, it was hilarious. Her handing out her body to trash like that? Peak black history."
"Mm. You think so too?"
The Savior shifted to the girl beside him—Kim Jong-min's girlfriend, Park Seo-a.
"Kinda wild, yeah. The bitch who iced us out is now rolling in filth down there. Funny, sad, pathetic... But hey, even trash needs a cheat day sometimes. Lucky for them Na-eun's got a strong stomach. That's the vibe."
"Heh heh heh. Fair enough. Say, you two aren't fucking today? Fight or something?"
"Nah, no fights. We went a few rounds earlier—just chilling now."
The Savior nodded at Kim Jong-min's reply.
He spun his chair toward the door.
"Alright. Rest up."
"Yes! Take care, Father."
They dogeza'd at his back.
Ha-young chewed her lower lip, glaring at Kim Jong-min's bowed head.
He was one of the choir members who'd beaten her senseless during her nine-day solitary stint.
"..."
But she couldn't show hostility here.
Enemy territory—time to play smart.
Ha-young turned and followed her father out.
"Hm..."
Outside, her father eyed the next room.
He snapped his fingers—crack!—and his mechanical chair hummed to life.
The chair glided smoothly down the hall.
Destination: the room labeled 'Yoon Ha-bin.'
The door hissed open via facial recognition; the chair rolled inside.
The instant they entered, whip cracks echoed.
A petite girl—barely 158cm—wielded the lash with a creepy grin, flogging a naked man.
"Hah! Pathetic worm! Vulgar trash! D-grade slave!"
"Kee-hee♥ Oooh! Hoooh...♥"
The naked man shuddered, ass quivering under the lashes.
The girl—Yoon Ha-bin—dressed like a succubus in slutty gear, savored his reactions.
As he drooled and convulsed, she grabbed a candle and dripped wax onto his ass.
"Hyat!! Hoooh!!!"
His asshole winked in agony as he endured.
But Yoon Ha-bin wasn't done—she flicked his balls thwack!.
He clutched his nuts and rolled on the floor.
"Aaaagh!! Haaaagh! Aagh! Aaaagh!!"
Her high heel slammed his gut.
He writhed under her foot.
"Kuhuhu. Min-su, baby. Hurts? Still can't quit me?"
Blindfolded and weeping, the man nodded frantically.
His blindfold soaked through from tears.
"Fucking retard. Still don't know your place? A D-grade scum like you, eyeing an A-grade queen? Eat this!"
Yoon Ha-bin spread her legs, aiming her crotch at Min-su's face.
A yellow stream gushed from her groin—spluuuurt.
"..."
Min-su took the piss shower silently.
Yet despite the humiliation, his cock swelled harder.
The Savior tossed out a line.
"Turned into the perfect maso slave. Tsk tsk."
His voice boomed through the room.
Yoon Ha-bin, deep in tormenting Min-su, jolted and whipped around.
Spotting her father, she slammed her forehead to the floor in dogeza.
"F-Father! Greetings!"
"Heh heh. Enough groveling. Here to watch your play today—keep going."
At his gentle tone, Yoon Ha-bin looked up.
Her eyes flicked to Ha-young beside him; she licked her lips knowingly.
"Ah~ She's 'that type' too, right?"
"Yep. Introduce your play as her senior."
"Yes, Father."
Their cryptic exchange left Ha-young tilting her head.
'Senior' introducing her play? What?
She swallowed hard, watching Yoon Ha-bin closely.
Yoon approached Min-su and peeled off his blindfold.
His eyes emerged, locking on her face—he grimaced.
Yoon Ha-bin slapped him hard, disgusted.
"Who said you could look? Eyes down, D-grade."
"..."
Min-su's head snapped down.
Yoon Ha-bin stood, stormed to the bathroom, and flung the door open.
Inside, a thug-looking guy furiously jerked his cock.
"Heh heh... Kept you waiting? Come out♥"
The thug bounded out at her call.
Min-su's eyes bulged with rage; he lurched forward like he'd pounce.
But Yoon's icy glare dropped him back, fists trembling.
"Kwon Min-su. I've told you a million times: know your place. You're D-grade. He's B-grade. Got it?"
The thug snickered at Min-su.
Yoon turned to him: "Sorry, babe. Pissed you off?"
He shrugged it off—no biggie getting mad at bug talk.
"Hm. Fair. Anyway, you're Ha-yoon, right?"
Yoon Ha-bin suddenly asked Ha-young's name.
Ha-young calmly corrected her.
"Not Ha-yoon. Ha-young."
"Ah, right, Ha-young. Word is, you love abusing your ex too?"
Love abusing your ex.
That clicked everything for Ha-young.
The guy called Min-su was Kim Ha-yoon's ex-boyfriend—now her plaything.
"...Yeah. I love tormenting my ex."
"Kuhuhu. Wanna hear how me and Min-su started... and ended up here?"