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After properly correcting the product Jung Juyeon, I followed Park Jong-pil again to tour the factory. He introduced me to several key facilities and executive-level personnel, continuing his explanations about the place.
"We've secured routes into the entertainment industry through Baek Hayoon, and we're working on breaking into political and business circles. I expect results soon."
"I see. How addictive is the drug?"
"Haha. It's reached near the highest level. Once properly hooked, they'll sell their house just to get more."
"...Impressive."
"Yes. That said, some customers don't want something quite so addictive, so we're developing products with lower dependency."
"Hm. Probably the political and business types who want that."
"Exactly."
A non-addictive drug. Anyone with money wouldn't waste it destroying their own life. All they need is a momentary pleasure.
"When selling the product, you provide women trained here as a service, I assume."
"Sharp eye. That's how we've attracted a lot of customers. It's hard to break free from the taste of sex with a beauty while high on the drug."
I let out a smirk as I listened to Park Jong-pil. It felt strangely surreal learning the ropes in a den of evil like this. Just a short while ago, I was a wholesome young man dreaming of becoming Korea's top chef, and now I was casually complicit in crimes, dyed in Master's colors. It was as if I'd always been this vicious.
"Thank you for the tour. It was very helpful for my training."
Having finished the tour, I bowed to Park Jong-pil in thanks anyway. He smiled back.
"No problem. Come by anytime. I'd really appreciate it if you corrected another 'defective product' like today, just to kill time."
"Haha. I'll drop in now and then. See you."
I left the factory with Park Jong-pil seeing me off. Then I approached the reception room where Master was waiting and knocked. A naked beauty flung the door open to greet me.
"You're so handsome...♥"
Her eyes half-glazed, she smiled at me. The curly hairs around her mouth suggested she'd just serviced Master's cock.
"Sehee. That's my disciple."
Master's voice came from inside the waiting area. The woman called Sehee flushed as she spoke to me.
"Ah. So you're the one... Hehe, come in, handsome disciple♥"
She threw the door wide and stepped aside. I nodded vaguely and entered the reception room.
Inside, five women lay sprawled, mouths full of semen, while one was being used like an onahole, sucking Master's cock. I walked up to Master, bowed deeply, and gave my report.
"Master. Tour complete. Reporting back."
"Kukuk. Good. What'd you think?"
"The system is systematically well-built. Impressive."
"Jong-pil's hard work. Shall we head to the next place?"
Master rose as he spoke. The woman giving him a blowjob fetched his clothes and dressed him piece by piece. Soon in a perfect suit, Master headed for the car. I followed, sinking into the back seat of the luxury sedan. As we drove to the next destination, Master explained about the woman called Sehee from the reception room.
"Han Sehee. You'll be seeing a lot of her. She's the madam managing the factory's products."
37 years old, Han Sehee. She oversaw the women corrupted into sex slaves. She mainly handled training in night skills and verbal techniques.
"How many products is that Sehee managing?"
I took a personal interest in what Sehee did. Since dragging women down would be my job going forward, working with her could create good synergy.
"Let's see. About seventeen now. We shipped out a bunch of products recently."
Seventeen sex slaves under Han Sehee's management. A pretty low number. Sure, as Master said, a big shipment had reduced the count, but even at peak, she only handled up to forty. The business could expand nationwide with more.
"We're here. Get out."
As I mulled that over, we arrived at the next stop. I tilted my head as I stepped out, wondering if this was really the destination.
"This is... a church?"
"Kukukuk. Yes."
"...You manage churches too?"
"You'll see. Follow me."
"...Yes."
I followed Master. We met privately with the pastor—no, the cult leader—running the church. Listening to their conversation, I realized why we were here. This wasn't an ordinary church; it was a cult.
"Here. This month's tribute."
The leader bowed obsequiously to Master, handing over an apple crate. At Master's nod, I opened it. Stacks of 50,000-won bills filled it.
"Brother. Three thousand four hundred—that's 20% of this month's settlement."
"Good. Well done. How's business?"
"Going smoothly, no issues. Thanks to following your guidance, Brother. Haha."
"I see. If anyone's causing trouble, let me know anytime. We'll handle it."
"Yes. I trust only you, Brother. By the way, who's the one with you...?"
"Ah. This is the boy I'm raising. Sungmin Jeong. Young, but skilled. Full of passion."
"Ah! Yes. Nice to meet you. I'm Choi Taesu."
Choi Taesu offered a handshake with a grandfatherly smile. I stood slightly, flashed my social smile, and gripped his hand. Even smiling, his sly eyes flicked over me appraisingly.
"Sungmin Jeong. Nice to meet you."
"Hahaha! Yes. To catch Brother's eye—high expectations."
After the formal greetings, Choi Taesu and I sat. Master and he chatted casually, mostly about the "appraisal meetings." From what I gathered, Choi Taesu was invited as a guest to every one, enjoying the lewd games, and Master knew all about it.
"Um, Brother. The second appraisal meeting's coming up, right? Do you have any products to put up then...?"
"Hm. Not really. Got some fine ones, but I want to keep them for myself."
The fine products Master mentioned were surely Sina Lee and Seongah Jeong. Choi Taesu's eyes gleamed slyly.
"Ah. So you'll be attending as a guest, Brother?"
"That's right."
"Kuh! Then you must come to the second one! Lots of curiosity about your products."
"Kukukukuk... Is that so?"
Master glanced at me with curved eyes. I kept my face blank and serene. Soon, he patted my shoulder.
"Sungmin. How about you come to the appraisal meeting too?"
".....Sounds good. I've been wanting to see one."
I knew all about appraisal meetings. It was where Hayoung Lee, my once-girlfriend, had been corrupted into a succubus and sold to the Savior. Come to think of it, the "Hayoung Lee submission tape" from the Savior was due soon. If she was truly submissive, I might meet her at the second appraisal meeting.
"Good. Let's go then."
Master stood at my answer. Choi Taesu rushed to open the door to see him off, but Master waved him away, telling him to get back to work.
"Yes, Brother. Take care. See you at the appraisal meeting."
Master left the church, leaving Choi Taesu bowing deeply. As we got in the car, Master explained about the cult church and Choi Taesu. Apparently, Taesu had been just another thug punk. Master took him in, taught him techniques to manipulate the masses' psychology, and he used that and his gang to start a "cult religion business."
"Taesu's grown a lot. Over twelve churches nationwide."
With Master's guidance and funding, Choi Taesu had built one of Korea's top cults. Practically everyone knew the name—infamous for being a social evil with vicious propagation methods.
"Master. How skilled is that Taesu?"
The leader of a top-three domestic cult. How good was he at hypnotic speech?
Contrary to my expectations, Master scoffed at my question.
"Mediocre. Can't even match half my teachings."
".....Then how'd he build this much power?"
"People are dumber than you think. Especially those desperate for something to cling to."
".....I can't understand it. No matter how dumb, falling for a cult."
True to my words, I couldn't comprehend people sucked into cults. I'd chalked it up to cunning design, even smart high-educated folks falling in—but Master's words said otherwise.
"Sungmin. Everyone has some kind of religion."
Master murmured something cryptic. I tried guessing his intent, then gave up and asked directly.
"Not sure what you mean."
"Literal. Everyone believes in something."
"....."
"Kukuk. Know the world's most widespread religion?"
"Christianity...? Or Catholicism?"
"No. 'The future.' That's the most pervasive religion."
...Still no clue. His philosophical moments were tricky.
"Everyone dreams of a future. Getting into a good college. Meeting their ideal type. Happy marriage. Promotion. Grasping honor. They live day to day believing some pie-in-the-sky future awaits them."
Hm. That kind of talk. Now I got it.
"You were a fervent believer in the Hayoung religion. Sometimes it's limited to a person."
...Hit the nail on the head. Once, yes.
.....To be more honest, I still had lingering attachment to that woman.
"Humans are weak. When they realize their dreamed future won't come, they crumble easily. You remember how you were after losing faith in Hayoung."
Yeah. I knew. Pathetic, wretched, irrational. Clinging to Hayoung, enduring every humiliation, begging to be her slave. Because I fanatically believed in the Hayoung religion, I lost myself and just hung on her.
"That's how cults hook you. Handing your future to the sweet lie that salvation awaits if you believe."
Suddenly, Hayoung's whisper came to mind: pledge loyalty to Master, and he'd grant a life steeped in pleasure forever. Her devilish temptation, gripping my cock while licking my ass.
"Struggle. The healthiest religion in this world is the future you forge yourself. Keep struggling like now."
.....Strange. My self-made future might include Master's ruin, yet he urged it on. What was Master thinking, raising me like this?
"Hm. We're here. Out."
Lost in thought, we'd arrived at the next place. Master's casino. And I had no idea I'd see Hayoung here.