Father-Daughter 1. Choi Seo-ah
How did Choi Seo-ah know about me? There was only one scenario running through my head. When she became a C-rank hunter, her dad, Department Head Choi Dong-jin, must have bragged about having two B-rank hunters under him—including me.
Dad's subordinate, this chef named Park Woojin—you might not know him, but he used to be pretty famous.
He probably showed her a photo of me saved on his phone, and she started coughing just like I did now, begging her dad.
Dad, set me up for a meal with that guy.
Shivers ran down my spine. I'd unintentionally taken her virginity and turned her into a cock addict, and now she was hunting me down—using her daddy connection, no less. Should I call in sick? Objectively speaking, to Choi Seo-ah, I was basically the villain. I'd blackmailed her with her crimes of murder and drug dealing, half-forcing her to give up her virginity.
"Why... does she want to see me?"
Was this the fear of the unknown from a Lovecraft story?
"Alright! Great work today, everyone. Time to head out!"
I swallowed hard at Department Head Choi Dong-jin's announcement.
"Deputy, got plans tonight by any chance?"
Gu Mirae approached, her face flushed red, fiddling with the hair behind her ear in shy embarrassment—like a bride on her wedding night.
That's when it happened.
"Aigoo, Mirae, you trying to snag a date with Park too? What's this, a hunter get-together from our company?"
Choi Dong-jin burst in, chuckling heartily.
"Oh? No, it's not like that..."
"Sorry, Mirae, but Park's got prior plans with me tonight. My bad?"
"Ah... no, sir. I'll head out then."
Gu Mirae gave an awkward bow and left first. I could see U Mi-young the manager starting to approach me, then freezing when she spotted Choi Dong-jin.
"Ride with me. My daughter's prepared a full spread, sashimi and all."
"Ah... sure."
I ended up in Choi Dong-jin's car, enduring a long stretch of nutritionally void small talk. Midway through, I realized he had no clue his daughter was a drug dealer. The media was under tight control—no stories linking drugs and hunters anywhere. The only news flashing on the building's massive outdoor screen was about marijuana legalization.
"Whoa... so weed's finally getting legalized. End times, I tell ya."
Choi Dong-jin clucked his tongue.
"Soon they'll sell it like cigarettes at convenience stores. Totally insane, right? What do you think?"
"Well..."
I stayed neutral. No need to say I hated druggies so much I wanted to kill them all.
"My buddy's son got killed by a junkie driver. Such a tragedy. Makes my blood boil just thinking about drugs. And drug-related murders? Never even make the news."
I knew exactly why drug stories never hit the airwaves. The media, prosecutors, cops, politicians—they were all addicts. And no civilian knew hunters could become addicts too.
"Right, heard the First Lady just became an A-rank hunter. A-rank's gotta be pretty strong, huh?"
"Yeah, probably..."
The president's wife a hunter? Just how far has Baal's fruit spread?
"Youth unemployment's bad these days, right?"
Choi Dong-jin, driving, jumped topics randomly—he just wanted to keep chatting.
"Sure is..."
"I hate sounding like a doting dad, but... my girl's making more than me now. Landed a real estate gig, handles big money."
Sigh, sir... it's not real estate, it's drugs. I wanted to shout it like "The emperor has donkey ears," but held back.
"For real? Impressive."
"And now she's a hunter out of nowhere—maybe eyeing showbiz next."
"Lots of hunters go into entertainment these days."
"Right? Park, you know folks in the industry, don't you?"
"Ah... a few."
Choi Dong-jin's gaze was desperate. He wanted me to hook his daughter up.
"Worried you'll quit on us... you sticking around? She says mining a few mana stones in gates beats corporate pay."
"In this unstable job market, a company like this where you can salary-lupin? Better to stay. Plus, government hunter subsidies make it win-win."
"True. Salary-lupin while you can. If anyone gives you grief, tell me."
He was proud his daughter was a hunter. Wonder what he'd think knowing she was an addicted one. Or that she called him a "fucking old buzzard."
...Tricky.
"Ah, almost there. That's our complex."
He pointed to a luxury apartment block—not far from U Mi-young's villa. My throat tightened; I undid a shirt button.
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Awkward. Greeting Choi Seo-ah like we'd just met was awkward. Watching her dad fawn over her like she was the apple of his eye was awkward too.
"I'm Choi Seo-ah."
"Park Woojin."
To her, the man who'd taken her virginity. To me, like reuniting with a pet dog I'd raised at home. As we shook hands, she subtly scratched my palm with her index finger—a signal. But something felt off about her, subtly alien.
"Dad's subordinate, right?"
One corner of her mouth twitched up.
"Ah, yeah."
"World's small, huh?"
"Huh? Seo-ah, you know our Park?"
"Yeah. Very well."
"Whaaat??"
My heart dropped at Choi Dong-jin's shocked face.
"Fan of Please Entrust the Convenience Store Season 1."
"Aah..."
"Sit down quick. The flounder and odol is super fresh. As a chef, you'll appreciate it more."
The table was loaded with cheongju, takju, champagne—every booze imaginable.
"Hoho, so Seo-ah didn't cook dinner, just set up the booze?"
"Hehe, Dad~"
Choi Seo-ah giggled, blushing. ...I got it. The source of that alien vibe. The real Choi Seo-ah spoke heavy Busan dialect. But now? Perfect Seoul accent. Unlike O Nangryun, whose dialect thickens when excited—this was flawless standard speech.
"Gonna hit the bathroom."
I excused myself. Time to ask the guy who'd been in her body.
…Hmm.
Gods... and angels?
Choi Seo-ah's true nature gnawed at me. Looking back, everything was suspicious—the early-morning elevator, her eager help.
I wrapped up with Jejeop and returned. Choi Seo-ah beamed at me. Two buttons on her blouse were undone—a calculated tease, restrained yet magnetic, drawing the eye to the gap.
"Ah, starving."
"Waiting while setting the table worked up an appetite? Dig in."
At Choi Dong-jin's words, her lips twitched. Her eyes locked on mine.
"When you're hungry, fat shots are the best."
"Fat shots?"
Clueless Choi Dong-jin asked, and she quietly picked up her spoon. He roared with laughter at the spoon.
"Hahaha! True, rice spoon's a fat shot—eating makes you gain weight. Hahaha. Park, how's that highbrow humor? Takes after me—classy stuff."
"I'll say it straight: don't inherit the boss's gag code."
"Oh? Hahaha. Fair. My gags are boss gags, huh? Hahaha."
My mind grew more tangled. Fat shots—words I'd said while fucking her, doctor-talk about her pussy. She remembered. But no dialect meant someone else had taken over.
What are you...?
I sat across from father and daughter, starting the slightly uncomfortable meal.
"Cheers!"
Choi Dong-jin raised his cheongju glass. I clinked awkwardly.
"Thrilled Seo-ah's found a good guy. Park, look out for her as a hunter senior. I'll watch your back at work."
"Yes, sir."
Choi Seo-ah smiled cutely, picking up flounder sashimi with chopsticks and placing it on my side plate.
"Oppa, eat up. I picked it myself."
Oppa? She'd called me "ajusshi" before. I gazed at her, sighing lightly at her tragic fate. Her soul was probably still lost in T-16's fog.
Choi Dong-jin clapped happily. "Seo-ah's already calling him oppa! Great, great!"
I ate the flounder, observing her. A dangerous glint in her eyes—like a predator eyeing prey.
"How is it? Someone said fresh ingredients make any dish delicious."
A line from my show. I met her gaze, wetting my lower lip.
"Yeah, super fresh. Delicious."
"Phew, worried it wouldn't suit your taste, oppa."
As she spoke, her leg stretched under the table. Something soft touched my shin.
No way...
I startled, glancing down, but Choi Dong-jin spoke up, forcing my eyes up.
"Park, you and U Mi-young were chatting this morning—what'd she say about me?"
"Nah, nothing. You two fight or something?"
I played dumb about their distance.
"Nah... feels like she's hiding something lately. Asked for time, but it's bugging me."
Now her bare toes—stockingless—slowly climbed my pants leg. Soft toes trailed my thigh. I was getting distracted.
"Dunno. Maybe ask her direct later. She looked tired lately."
"Right? You noticed too. I look beat?"
"Yeah."
"Ah, right—sorry."
He suddenly apologized to quietly sashimi-munching Choi Seo-ah. She was focused on her foot play.
"Seo-ah's got questions, but I butted in like an idiot. She's starting hunter work—any advice?"
"Of course..."
My voice shook a bit. Her foot headed to dangerous territory.
"Oppa okay? Face looks red..."
Innocent expression. But her foot was at my crotch. Some folks are dexterous with toes—grabbing remotes, ripping snack bags. Or, like now, unzipping naturally...
Her bare feet pulled out my hardening cock, stroking it like skilled hands.
"Oppa, weak to booze? One more shot!"
Footjob below, cheers above. This slutty orangutan bitch.
