Spend It All in a Week
"The condition is to spend all the money I give you within a week?"
Was there ever a sweeter deal? Who in their right mind would say no to free spending money?
A window popped up right in front of his eyes. A hologram?
"Sex Taji? Inventory? Cash on hand? What the hell are these?"
> The gifts I mentioned earlier. Demon devs made it after seeing those trendy human-world games. There are more menus, but I'll add them as needed. Try these first.
Developers were grinding away in every damn dimension.
'Sex Taji.'
> Short for Sex Fantasy. When a target shows up, it'll reveal her sexual fantasies. That's your spending benchmark.
'Inventory.'
> Think of it as a bag for stashing stuff. Only you and I can see what's inside, so perfect for hiding shit.
He tossed his smartphone and the whiskey bottle Hong Seongi had downed into it first. Even with the body swap, these might come in handy.
'Cash on hand.'
> Shows the money I'm giving you. Pick a target, spend it all in a week, and it's yours. Sounds easy, but wait till you see the numbers.
"What if I go over the amount?"
> It'll auto-refill any excess, so no worries. Just don't leave any left over. But don't stray too far from the value I set. If I peg her at 100 million won and you blow a billion on fucking her, I'll doubt your skills.
Even if he overspent, keep it reasonable.
"Just curious—why the conditions? Wouldn't it be easier to just hand it over?"
> It's fun. Watching you scramble to blow the cash, the thrill of success, the fear of failure—it's pleasure as good as sex. As my contractor, you're obligated to deliver.
She'd suck him dry to the marrow for her kicks.
Under Park Hyungpil, he'd just rolled money around for years—mostly saving. Now? Spend without a care. Endless ways to blow it.
> Friendly reminder: This isn't for building wealth. Spend it only on sex. Not a penny on yourself.
What?
> Thinking stocks or crypto? Apartments? Commercial space? Money that easy to blow wouldn't make it a bet. Spend it all on the girl you're fucking. Only on fulfilling her sexual fantasies.
"Wait, so if you give me 10 billion won, I have to spend it just satisfying her sexual whatever—in a week?"
> You got it.
Fuck. Gifts, fancy meals, trips—sure, once or twice. But at Asmodeus-scale amounts? How the hell to burn it in a week?
> Don't even think dumb shit like buying stocks she likes and gifting them. I wouldn't pick a girl like that anyway.
No escape routes left.
Racking his brain for loopholes, it hit him: 'Why take money from Asmodeus at all?' Hong Seongi was a chaebol bastard—son of Ohgwang Group Chairman Wang, brother to the current chairman. What did a guy like that lack that he'd beg a demon for cash? Didn't add up.
"Do I have to take the money? A guy like Hong Seongi shouldn't need it from you."
> Hong Seongi barely has any. His bro clamps down on the cash flow like a psycho—food, clothes, shelter covered, but pocket money? A few hundred million tops. Pathetic for a chaebol. If he's cool with that, no conditions.
"Hell no, I couldn't settle for that."
Just the dirty cash he'd siphoned under Park Hyungpil ran into hundreds of billions. Satisfied with pocket change? Fuck that.
"One more thing. Do I have to fuck the girls you pick? Can't I choose?"
> Depends. Spot someone hot, pick her. If she can deliver the pleasure I crave, I'll approve.
So he could pick sometimes. Probably to block revenge entanglements. Had to wreck that bitch Grace first anyway.
> Oh, forgot to mention. See that red flame I ate? During sex, it passed to you. It's got aphrodisiac power beyond human shit. You're a walking roofie now.
"Aphrodisiac?"
> You felt it on that hot girl group chick, right? That was me loosening the reins. Now you control it anytime.
Girl group—Seoah... Ah, the blood he'd fed her then.
"So feeding blood makes them fall?"
> Saliva and cum work too. Saliva sparks attraction. Blood turns it to raw desire. Cum? Addictive as smack.
One hell of a cheat code. Bet difficulty just plummeted.
> Careful: No effect if she truly loves you. Demon aphro can't touch pure love. Want results? Don't let her fall for you first.
One-and-done only, then. Fine by him—Kang Bora-nuna, Seoah, Hwayoung falling for this? Would feel like shit.
> That cover it? I'm always by your side—ask later. Can't leave that empty body forever. Time to pull your soul out.
"So tomorrow I live as Hong Seongi?"
> Nah. Merging souls takes over a week, even without rejection. Highest difficulty method. Could be weeks—chill and wait.
"Weeks? What do I do meanwhile?"
> Weeks might not cut it. You'll relive his entire life.
Asmodeus clasped her hands, black flames blooming between them. Started like a campfire spark, then swelled to swallow a man whole.
Soon, he and Hong Seongi's body on the bed floated up. Something yanked at him—and in a flash, both vanished into the black blaze.
That was his last memory from Hong Seongi's bedroom.
The white space from years ago, when he'd parted with Asmodeus. Difference now: screens of footage whizzing everywhere.
Some from his memories, mixed with what looked like Hong Seongi's.
"Hah, all jumbled like this? Timelines all fucked—how do I even find shit?"
Reason Asmodeus said it'd take time. No way to sift his target memories from this mess.
Staring blankly at the flying screens, someone approached. Anyone here besides him?
> You the new contractor?
Familiar on sight, straight to casual talk... Wait, Hong Seongi? But way younger?
Mid-teens, maybe college freshman. Cocky look on that baby face. Dude pulled model vibes even then.
"Yeah. Hong Seongi, right? You look like a kid."
Technically his boss and older, but what did hierarchy matter with a dead guy? Kid got casual back.
> Guess it pulled my best memory. Me in U.S. college.
Hong Seongi graduated U.S. college, dabbled in film, came back to Korea past thirty.
> I remember you. The guy next to Park Hyungpil in meetings, scribbling on that tablet? Song... Jinho, right?
"Song Jinho. Didn't think I stuck out."
> Handsome guy. When Hyungpil brought you on, thought he was finally hiring for looks. Dudes around him all looked like gangsters.
Gangsters, yeah—the ones who tried to kill him.
> Asmodeus fill you in by now?
"Soul merge takes time. Relive your memories meanwhile. But this place is a clusterfuck."
> First time memories mix for me too. Plenty of time—hunt the footage yourself. Ask what you need to know now. Faster that way.
"Why reject life?"
Top question. Chaebol third-gen dream—why toss it?
> You know I'm the bastard, right?
Son of national treasure actress Yoon Sojeong—talent and beauty incarnate. Conquered Cannes and Venice at her peak, then vanished to the U.S. Hong Seongi was born there.
> Found out Dad ran Oseong Group after Mom offed herself. Dragged me to Korea, put me on the family register. Never asked to be his son.
That made him a thorn to his half-siblings. Torment from them—especially the current chairman big bro—beyond imagination. Ended up sobbing to Dad, fleeing to U.S. study abroad.
'Bro freaking out over his cut shrinking. Rich fucks are the real scum.'