The Cruise's Raunchy Eroge Party
The sound of calm music drifted across the night sea.
A massive cruise ship was docked at the pier, its lights blazing to illuminate the night.
On the deck, men and women in formal attire clinked champagne glasses and chatted animatedly.
At the entrance, event staff and security guards in black uniforms stood in neat lines.
I observed the scene quietly from a distance.
"..."
It really was a cruise party.
I had secretly wondered if it was some sort of **onboard drug-fueled sex party**, but it turned out to be far more respectable than I expected.
Why, in movies or dramas, would crime and drugs happen here, with everyone drunk and moaning?
In my memories, Kang Taeseong had attended such gatherings countless times, but to me, everything felt completely unfamiliar.
It was then.
"May I see your invitation, please?"
At the event entrance.
Attendees pulled out their invites one by one and began entering.
*Beep.*
A machine beeped at regular intervals as it scanned the QR codes.
Everyone seemed to be passing without issue.
But suddenly—
"Eh? You don't know who I am?!"
A shout erupted.
"I don't know who I am?!"
A man in front of the entrance was shouting, face flushed red.
"Sorry about that. The person you invited is not on the list. Please step back."
"Hey! It's me, Seongjin! Seongjin! I'm the third son of Seongjin Group!"
The man held on until the end, but there was nothing he could do.
He had no invitation.
In the end, two burly security guards naturally grabbed his arms and dragged him out of the venue.
"Release me! Let go!"
People nearby began whispering in hushed tones.
"The third son of Seongjin."
"I guess he didn't get invited this time."
"He got caught trying to hit on Seohan Group's youngest daughter last time."
"Ahaha..."
He deserved it.
...
"Even the chaebols are the same."
It looked like the club scene where your reputation would get ruined.
I looked back up at the cruise ship.
It was glamorous, but not purely noble.
"So, you see? I just thought, 'Screw it, cheap!'"
"Hello, Chairman! I'm running a small business—"
"Cheers! Cheers!"
A group of people discussing business.
Someone being introduced.
A person tilting a glass and smiling.
A social arena where all sorts of interests intertwined.
"Chaebols really do party like this."
I would only know if I had actually been one.
I had absorbed some of Kang Taeseong's memories, but it was only a sense of someone else's recollections.
This was my first time being here.
My head was throbbing.
It felt like my nerves were already on edge.
'...Can I really pull this off?'
As someone who wasn't even a real chaebol, could I blend in naturally here?
I had to fix my hair loss. Focus.
I steadied my heart, pulled the invitation from my pocket.
"..."
I should head in soon.
*
VIP event security.
On the surface, it looked easy.
Stand at the entrance, check invites, and let people in.
"Ah, it's been tough today too."
"According to the report, Seongjin guy is coming, right?"
But in reality, it was completely different.
All the people gathering on this cruise weren't ordinary humans.
Children of CEOs from large corporations I had heard of once or twice.
Sons of National Assembly members.
Daughters of sitting judges.
Famous entertainers.
And international chaebol family guests as well.
People from completely different worlds.
As a result, their personalities were all picky.
If checking invites took a little longer, people would make displeased faces.
Some would raise their voices and act entitled.
It got worse once they had drinks.
People would cause trouble while bragging about who they were.
But I couldn't just suppress them.
The opponents were chaebol heirs.
If I grabbed their wrists too roughly, it would be my side that got in trouble.
'Being poor is a crime, a crime.'
A security guard who had just been scolded by the third son of Seongjin Group smiled bitterly inside.
Still, the reason he did this job was simple.
They paid a lot of money.
Really a lot—more than a day's pay for a regular company.
Just seeing that money made it worth enduring.
'There are no easy jobs in this world. But since they pay well...'
The security officer straightened his posture after adjusting his suit.
It was then.
"..."
Someone was approaching from afar.
At first, I didn't think much of it.
But as the distance shrank with each step, something felt odd.
'...What is this?'
It was getting bigger.
Like a wall closing in, not a person.
A massive build.
The black suit fitted his body perfectly from top to bottom, but the muscles hidden beneath weren't hidden at all.
His shoulders were as broad as doorframes.
His neck was as thick as a log.
Even in a suit, the aura was that of a gang boss in a tailored suit.
'...What the hell is this guy?'
The security guard's face turned confused.
Honestly, there were plenty of dirty-looking chaebols at this event.
But that level was just 'unpleasant.'
No matter how ugly or scary, the fact that they were born into wealthy families showed somehow.
But the man in front was different.
He didn't belong here at all.
This wasn't the glamorous cruise party enjoyed by chaebol heirs.
It was like an underground gang meeting in some back alley or a yakuza executive conference.
He should have been in the middle of such a place to feel at home.
'What kind of person is this?'
The guard recalled one person he knew.
A powerhouse from the underworld he had met a few times while doing event security.
His body was covered in scars, and his eyes froze people solid.
Even that person looked tame compared to the man before him.
'He was scarier than that hyung...'
Even in a suit, the intimidation was multiplied several times.
Sweat formed at the tips of his fingers.
'This person is supposed to be attending today...?'
As expected for a VIP party, the number of attendees was small.
That's why the security team had been trained the day before to memorize the list of attendees and their faces.
A manual with the attendee's group and special notes next to a small photo.
To prepare for any unexpected situations, I had reviewed the list in my mind dozens of times.
But there was no such person in his memory.
'No way...'
'He's even bigger than us.'
The tension spiked.
The man had approached close enough to be in my face.
A security guard quickly raised his hand to stop him.
"Sorry, please stop for a moment."
The man stopped walking.
"May I see your invitation?"
"Ah, just a moment."
The massive man answered briefly.
"I... I was invited."
*Smirk—*
A bizarre expression that could be interpreted as either crying or laughing.
He slowly put his hand inside his jacket.
'Danger!'
Was he about to pull out a weapon?
The security guard's whole body broke out in goosebumps.
Instinctively, his hand moved toward the walkie-talkie.
"Hands!"
I shouted instinctively.
"Hands out!"
Other security guards nearby moved at the same time.
"Stay still!"
"Don't move!"
The massive man hesitated for a second.
"..."
"No, don't pull your hands out!"
"...Huh?"
"Ah, no!"
The security guard was shocked by his own words.
"Hands are... I mean..."
"Stay put!"
The scene froze in tension in an instant.
The security guards' hands rose to the walkie-talkies on their waists and restraint equipment.
'If we mess up...'
'Even if the three of us jump in, it's not enough.'
And then that face.
Was he smiling?
Was he expressionless?
Completely unreadable, a vicious face.
The security guards were swallowing dry when—
"Haha!"
A clear yet somehow sharp laugh came from behind.
"Hey! Pig, you!"
*Slap.*
Someone casually slapped the massive man's back.
All the security guards turned their gazes toward there.
Silver hair, large eyes.
Thick but refined makeup.
The black dress flowed naturally along her figure.
It was obvious she was a high-society young lady who belonged at this event.
She approached the massive man without hesitation as if she knew him.
*Heh.*
With a mischievous smile, she slapped his back casually.
"What, did you scare people again?"
"..."
The security guards' expressions hardened.
'...You know him?'
'Wait.'
'That woman...'
The security guard's face, who had been scanning the attendee list in his head, paled.
'Se... Seohan Group?'
'It's Seo Jia!'
No one in Korea didn't know the name Seohan.
Third-ranked in the business world.
The group that hosted this party attended by political and business figures and overseas tycoons.
And the woman in front of them.
Seo Jia, the youngest daughter cherished by the chairman of Seohan Group.
She was slapping the massive man's back without any restraint or shame and complaining.
"You, I told you to lose weight. You pig."
A natural tone like scolding a close friend.
The giant man looked down at her for a while as if not fully understanding the situation.
"..."
Eventually, he frowned slightly and spoke.
"...Are you Seo Jia?"
Seo Jia burst out laughing.
"I'm Seo Jia, you say? Then I'm Seo Jia. Who said I'm Seo An?"
*Tap.*
She tapped his arm again.
"Ouch."
Her face scrunched up.
"Why is your body so hard? It hurts my hand."
The woman, still complaining, tapped the boss's arm and clicked her tongue.
"I told you to lose weight. You made muscles."
The security guard watching the scene swallowed hard.
'...What?'
'What the hell is this guy's identity?'
A young lady of Seohan Group who would casually curse and slap someone's back.
She definitely couldn't be ordinary.
The security guard's mind went completely blank.
Seo Jia, who had been arguing with the boss, slowly turned her body.
She walked toward the security guard.
"Um..."
She was smiling.
Her eyes and the corners of her mouth were upturned.
But oddly, she didn't look like she was smiling at all.
"Excuse me."
Her voice was gentle.
"Have you not received the invitation list?"
"...Huh?"
"My guest, why haven't you let me in yet?"
The blood drained from the security guard's face.
"S-Sorry! I thought you weren't on the list...!"
"Uh-huh. That's not possible."
Seo Jia extended her hand.
"Give me the list."
"Yes!"
The security guard hurriedly opened the document folder.
First page, second page.
When he turned the third page—
"...Ah."
A photo caught his eye.
**Kang Taeseong**
**President of KJ Group**
"..."
'...I'm done for.'
The security guard's face turned deathly pale.
He had threatened a VIP.
And it was the guest of Seohan Group's young lady.
At that moment, Seo Jia looked back and forth between the list and the boss.
"Um... that makes sense."
The security guard slowly raised his head.
"...?"
"The photo and the real person look nothing alike."
In the list, Kang Taeseong had plump, benevolent-looking features with chubby cheeks.
He was big, but he looked like a fat uncle.
A photo anyone would think was friendly.
The real person, however, had the face of an organization boss in a suit.
There was no way it was the same person.
"..."
"I'll let this one pass."
Seo Jia giggled.
"Because I couldn't tell them apart."
"...T-Thank you!"
The security guard bowed his waist almost in tears.
"Sorry, Chairman Kang!"
The boss still looked confused about the situation.
"...?"
"It's fine now, let's go. Pig."
Seo Jia pushed the boss's back.
"Hurry."
"Ah... uh."
The two walked into the cruise ship as if nothing had happened.
*Thud, thud.*
The security guard didn't straighten his back until the figures completely disappeared into the distance.
"...Phew."
Only after a long time did he finally relax.
The tension released because he had overcome a huge crisis.
Sweat trickled down his back.
"..."
"He looks like he's ten years older."
Another security guard nearby muttered softly.
"...Yeah. I almost died, for real."
"But who gave the list? This is pure nonsense."
"Exactly! The photo and face don't match at all!"
"I have to go scold those idiots. How did they handle this—"
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡
【Warning: High Tension Event】