Unveiling Soyoung's Desires
Model Ham Soyoung asked, "Is that light coming out like that the Sex Gauge? If it is, tell me how to use it."
> That's the攻略 progress indicator. It's unrelated to the Sex Gauge. Once the target is set, the light comes on automatically, so don't worry about it. If you want to see the Sex Gauge, open the window in front of the target.
He summoned the window while looking at Soyoung, but suddenly a strange energy washed over him, and everything froze. Looking around, nothing moved except him and Asmodeus. It was like staring at a single frame from a movie.
'Feels kinda like I've become a superhero.'
Soyoung's voluptuous breasts caught his eye. No one would notice if he just gave them a quick touch right now. Reaching out like he was sampling at a free tasting station,
> You can grope her all you want in bed once you攻略 her. Why the rush? There's a time limit, so open the window quick.
Asmodeus stopped him with a pathetic look on her face. He licked his lips in regret and opened the window. A different kind of window appeared from before.
It looked just like a dialogue scene from a mobile game. Soyoung stood in the center, with a speech bubble-like box at the bottom. Was that where her sex fantasies appeared?
'Fuck, what the hell? She wants all that?'
Soyoung's sexual fantasies appeared in the dialogue box like game lines. A vast space, infinity pool, night view, cock length reaching her womb, dandy older man—a dizzying array of conditions. Did he have to fulfill all of them for ultimate pleasure?
For him, just having a girl like Soyoung suck his dick would be enough. The problem was her—and Asmodeus. To extract the high-quality pleasure she craved, there were mountains to climb. He'd thought throwing money around would do it, but this was no joke.
She was tossed to him as a nerfed tutorial, and he didn't want to use aphrodisiac skills yet. Getting labeled as talentless from the start wouldn't fly with As. He had to outperform President Hong, no question.
'First, I need to peel those two off.'
The chance to talk with her alone came sooner than expected.
"We're heading to the stage, so you stay here, Soyoung."
"No, I..."
"You messed up earlier, right? Oppa, we'll be back, so hang out with her."
She backed off on her own. Perfect for him.
Once the pair left, the vibe turned into a blind date setup. Her aura color had deepened—guess she wanted to talk to him too.
"You go to acting academy, right? Wanna be an actress?"
"I've been going since before Hyper Model. I got connected to an agency midway and started modeling, but acting's always been my dream."
"Model experience surprisingly doesn't translate well in acting circles. Even starting with bit parts, you need recognized talent to move to supporting or lead roles—it's tougher than you think. Like actress Kang Bora, for instance..."
"Ah, Bora unni! I love her. She's my role model!"
Her role model's fuck buddy is me.
"Ahem, yeah, Kang Bora's great. Want me to help? I'm technically a full-fledged agency president, even if it's small."
"......"
Suspicious look. Fair enough—he hadn't even told her the company name. How would she know if he was legit or a scammer?
"At least give me your business card."
Club setting, he'd forgotten about cards. And he couldn't reveal his identity anyway. No phone meant no contact exchange either. He'd come unprepared.
Buy some time first.
"Didn't bring any. Sorry. Here's the deal: I won't ask for your number, so don't ask for mine. Cleaner that way, right? Think it over, and if you're interested, come to Oseong Department Store in Samseong-dong tomorrow at 7 PM. I'll wait at the entrance for 30 minutes. If you're not there by 7:30, I'll assume no interest and leave."
She pondered, then nodded slightly. Impromptu idea to score a date without numbers. Song Jinho, your street smarts are still alive.
Back at the officetel, he searched for info on Ham Soyoung.
'Hyper Model 3rd place checks out, and there's an interview saying acting's her dream.'
She was praised as a model whose outfits popped despite not being super slim, thanks to her height and proportions. Bora unni would lose her mind.
He had to take this girl to a huge empty space for sex. It needed an infinity pool with a night view, luxury vibes, and enough room to switch spots. Did such a place exist in Korea?
Searching top difficulty infinity pools, he found hotel suite rooms with terrace pools. Suites were luxurious by default, and if big enough to move around...
"Yeah, this might work."
An hour later, he closed his laptop with a satisfied grin. He'd found the spot to devour Soyoung.
The next day, he got a new phone under President Hong's name. Changing numbers would naturally cut off old contacts. Park Hyungpil finding out? Whatever—he'd face him at the company anyway.
At exactly 7 PM, he arrived at Oseong Department Store and waited at the main entrance. Masked to avoid attention, but people still glanced curiously.
After 15 minutes, Soyoung appeared, mask and cap pulled low. She was interested after all.
"Dinner?"
"I'm good. On a diet..."
No, where's there left to lose on you?
"Then sit across from me while I eat. I'm starving."
No more asking her opinion—he led her straight to the reserved restaurant. Her stomach growled the moment they sat, making him chuckle unwittingly. Her shy, head-down cuteness was adorable.
"Not eating this meat is a life regret. At least for the reservation guy's sake, try some. No regrets later."
Who knows how many times I'll pound you tonight—can't have you fainting from hunger. Oppa worked hard to fulfill your dirty fantasies, so eat up hearty.
One bite of server-grilled meat, and her eyes widened. Recalling from President Hong's memories, this place was worth every penny.
Dessert came; she bowed politely.
"Thanks for the great meal. First time for meat this good."
"Seeing you eat well makes me happy too. Here, the business card I forgot last time."
Soyoung stared at the card in bewilderment.
"JH Ent? Wait, you said small agency?"
"Heard my name before?"
She checked again and shook her head.
"What about actress Yoon Sojeong?"
"Yeah, the famous one with Cannes and Venice awards. Why?"
"She's my mom."
She was speechless. He shared President Hong's past because one night with her felt like a waste. He wanted to keep her around.
"And the guy who knocked her up and made me? Former chairman of Oguang Group."
Learning a man's—especially an appealing one's—past created special bonds.
"Illegitimate or not, that's chaebol 3rd gen. Get why I called JH a 'small' agency now?"
She nodded, but looked uneasy.
"But why tell me this..."
"Ties into what I'm about to say. I'm quitting the company soon."
He planned to rope Ham Soyoung into his scheme. As a new fuck buddy too, of course.
"Oguang Group's current chairman—my half-brother—hates my guts. Even as JH president, his cronies everywhere make work impossible. So I'm going independent. Just like I said at the club—a nameless small agency prez."
"I can't help a president going independent."
"You said you want to act?"
"Well..."
"If a small agency's fine, I want to sign you as my No. 2 actress. You overflow with the 'commercial appeal' I mentioned."
"No. 2 actress?"
"Yeah. No. 1 was set years ago."
Your role model.
"Not asking for an answer now. No company yet anyway. Telling you this far? So you know I'm not just buttering you up for a one-nighter."
Her aura color deepened more. One solid push, and it'd turn red.
"Alright, let's go. Got a place in mind."
"Where?"
"You'll see."
To aid the攻略, he'd scoured her SNS and vlogs yesterday. Lots of accessory intros, mostly necklaces. She'd said on air she couldn't resist pretty ones.
Anyway, dropping 100 million on her meant gifts weren't a bad play. Past story first to avoid awkwardness. She followed obediently despite not knowing the destination—strategy working.
Today, I'll give you flower money you'll never forget.