Trap 1
The next day at 7 p.m., in a quiet alley in Gangnam, a private room bar perfectly shielded from prying eyes—the spot U Mi-young had reserved was ideal for discreet conversations. Thump-thump. It had been a while since my last blind date. Even knowing it was a trap, my heart raced.
"They really set this up to get laid."
They'd rented the place for the night; the owner had given instructions to turn off the lights when leaving. Prepared drinks and meals, arranged like a buffet in the private room bar.
"Must've cost a pretty penny."
U Mi-young had put a lot of effort into this trap, but in truth, it was all part of my trap. All I had to do was act like I wasn't falling into pleasure. For the descent of the 'White-Masked Demon King,' Manager U Mi-young would have to give it her all.
And the target U Mi-young had prepared was Manager Shin Bomi, no less. I'd always dreamed of owning all three beauties of the company, and now it was getting closer to reality. I was curious how she'd deliver pleasure to me on this first blind date.
The private room bar's leather scent stung my nose. A heavy solid wood table, plush leather sofas, and wall-to-wall wine cellars created a luxurious vibe.
Moments later, the door opened, and two women entered. Manager U Mi-young was in a tight black dress that hugged her curves, a far cry from her daytime office look. Standing beside her, Manager Shin Bomi had swapped her baggy hoodie for a simple navy top exposing her shoulders and white shorts.
It was styled to look effortless yet highlight her intellectual charm and hidden femininity.
"Park, you must've been waiting. Sorry we're late." U Mi-young flashed her signature elegant smile and sat across from me. The moment she saw me, her ears flushed red, her breathing uneven.
She's in heat.
Manager Shin Bomi awkwardly shuffled to the seat beside her. When our eyes met, she bowed her head slightly, cheeks blushing.
Was Manager Shin Bomi always this pretty?
The frizzy-haired, cigarette-chomping Shin Bomi looked radiant when properly dolled up.
"I just got here too. You look even more beautiful without your glasses."
My compliment made Shin Bomi's face burn brighter. "Ah... thank you... I actually brought them... heh heh."
Her voice was much softer and thinner than I'd expected. This was our first real conversation.
U Mi-young watched with a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips.
"I told you, right? You two seem perfect for each other. Drinks are on me."
The table was already set with everything. I carefully opened the Château Margaux 2015. As the deep ruby wine filled the glasses, scents of blackcurrant and cedar filled the room.
"Let's shake off the awkwardness and have a drink together."
U Mi-young raised her glass high. Shin Bomi and I clinked ours lightly.
'Tingkle-'
With the clear chime, our dangerous trio began.
The initial awkwardness melted away under U Mi-young's skilled facilitation. She deftly found our common interests and steered the conversation naturally.
"I heard you're both deep into neuroscience. Park's a specialist, and Manager Shin studies consciousness in AI, so you should have plenty to talk about."
Shin Bomi's eyes sparkled at that. "Really? Park, you majored in neuroscience? What field?"
Her shyness vanished. As her expertise came up, her gaze filled with intellectual curiosity.
"Mostly behavioral imprinting and neuroplasticity. Especially how external stimuli affect the brain's reward circuits."
An intrigued smile curved Shin Bomi's lips. "Dopamine and oxytocin, right? I'm into that too. When programming emotion-like responses in AI, I borrow those neurotransmitter mechanisms."
We dove into a deep discussion on neuroscience and AI, like long-time academic colleagues. U Mi-young couldn't keep up and just sipped her wine, watching us.
She was smart enough, but not a specialist like us. Her smile held, but her eyes grew anxious. Her 'honey trap' was morphing into an unexpected 'academic symposium.'
She'd clearly planned to turn this into a threesome naturally. Getting Shin Bomi drunk fit that too. But how did she plan to disarm her? Was there a way to advance on a first blind date?
"But how do you solve the qualia problem of consciousness? No matter how sophisticated the algorithm, it can't replicate subjective sensory experience."
My sharp question made Shin Bomi's eyes shine brighter. "That's the core of my research! I interpret qualia as complexity in information patterns. A system surpassing a certain complexity threshold inevitably forms self-referential loops—that's the origin of 'consciousness.'"
She gestured animatedly, passionately explaining her theory. No trace of awkwardness or shyness remained. Only pure pride and passion in her intellect shone through.
I'd never met a woman who could engage this deeply in my field. I was genuinely impressed by Shin Bomi. She wasn't just pretty—she was a true genius with razor-sharp intellect and profound insights.
Forget the trap; talking with her was enjoyable. She seemed to feel the same.
"Oh my god... this is insane. Hahaha. We click so well. Manager U Mi-young, we'll take it from here. Thanks for setting this up?"
Whoa. Shin Bomi suddenly issued an eviction notice to U Mi-young.
The flustered U Mi-young. She'd prepped for a threesome, but panic showed clearly.
"Manager U Mi-young~ This is a blind date. We'll chat alone now. You can head out."
Shin Bomi doubled down. "Oh... look at me, no sense of timing on a date. Then... I'll go first... Park? It's okay if I leave?"
Her eyes pleaded desperately, hands clasped as if begging me to stop her.
"Yeah, get home safe."
My firm response brought despair to U Mi-young's face. She shuffled out reluctantly.
The moment U Mi-young left, Shin Bomi grew bolder, leaning toward me at a 70-degree angle. Perfect interest.
"Park, I heard you registered as a hunter. Chef and hunter... impressive."
"You're too kind. You're the top expert in AI, Manager Shin."
We traded compliments, probing each other. I knew it was U Mi-young's trap, but nailing Shin Bomi meant claiming all three company beauties—a golden opportunity.
'Tingkle—'
We talked for about two hours as wine glasses clinked. Conversation flowed naturally to neuroscience and AI. Empty bottles piled up.
Shin Bomi spoke passionately about her field. Her intellect was real. Amid her animated gestures, I glimpsed her academic regrets.
"Heehee... I dreamed of becoming a professor."
Shin Bomi caressed an empty wine glass with long fingers. Drunk, her face and cleavage flushed red. She buried her face in the table—apparently her drinking habit.
When heavily buzzed, she face-planted. Thud. I startled at first, but the third time, I was unfazed. She rolled her head cutely, giggling.
What kind of habit is this?
Still cute. Cheek on the cold table, she turned to look at me.
"!!"
For a split-second frame, her expression chilled. A creepy thought hit: Is she a demon?
"Hehehe. Am I cute?"
"Yeah... but doesn't that hurt your neck? It's a bit twisted."
"Heeheehee."
She lifted her torso, tipsy. "Everyone's not having kids these days. You know that?"
Shin Bomi was plastered. "Intellectual levels rise, birth rates fall. SNS floods with fake knowledge satisfying intellectual vanity."
"Right. But... imagine a baby between you and me. It'd be amazing, right?"
"Huh?"
"Kidding. My brain's taking over my pussy in fertile mode. Hahaha."
Her no-backspace flirting dizzied me. "Park, you're hot—want to scout you to our department. Gotta talk to Department Head Choi Dong-jin."
"Ha... hahaha. I'm just a salary Lupin. Do what I'm told."
Shin Bomi's eyes turned mischievous. "Do you... do everything you're told?"
She swallowed, gaze bold. Her estrogen spiked; I could feel her pounding heart.
"Yes..."
"Then seduce me. But! Using all your neuroscience knowledge..."
Her challenge curved my lips into a smile. This woman's fun.
"Deal. Let's play a game."
I stood, approached her, and knelt before her.
"Manager Shin, what's the most primal sense in the human brain?"
"Vision, smell... and touch."
Spot on. I patted my knee, inviting her foot up. "Me, a big guy, kneeling before delicate Manager Bomi—how's that feel? Be honest for science."
"...Conquest? Dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine, even endorphins kicking in."
I grinned up at her. She was curious how I'd seduce her.
"A big man kneeling gives conquest thrill—bigger than any pleasure."
"Yeah, conquest fits. Feels weirdly good?"
Her face reddened more. "Exactly. Conquest's thrill is unmatched. And it amplifies from the toes up."
I gently removed her high heel, revealing her stocking-clad white foot. I kissed the top lightly.
"……!"
Her body stiffened. She hadn't expected this. I smiled up.
"The arch has the 'foot vault'—nerve endings converge, linked straight to pleasure centers. Stimulating it floods dopamine, clouding rational judgment."
I licked her sole softly. Her toes curled.
"Ha-ut...! Wh-what are you... doing..."
Her voice trembled. I kept going, tonguing between her toes.
"Soft skin between toes is ultra-sensitive. Stimulates oxytocin, skyrocketing trust and bonding. Your brain now sees me as a 'safe, attractive partner.'"
My tongue trailed her ankle, calf, to the back of her knee. Her body arched like a bow.
"Ah... no... not there..."
"Popliteal fossa clusters lymph nodes—stimulates whole-body languid bliss. Your body's hearing the prelude to irresistible pleasure."
I slowly pulled down her white hot pants. Overwhelmed by explosive first-time ecstasy, Manager Shin Bomi began losing her reason.
"Aaaah-ut..."
She didn't resist.