The New Host is Too Good
From the Japanese AV actress documentary, there had once been an interview with a male actor about his job satisfaction.
Among them, one male actor had said this:
“It’s the best job. I’d do it again even if I were reborn.”
And in Korea, there was also a man who thought similarly.
Of course, since AV and pornography were illegal in Korea, he wasn’t an AV actor.
Instead, there was a similar job in Korea.
It was commonly called a host, sometimes affectionately a zippy, and sometimes a gigolo.
Pouring drinks for women was a legal profession.
And there was no shortage of opportunities to give the body as well.
Kim Namhu.
Kim Namhu was the man who had become a legend in the Korean host industry.
There were even rumors that the amount of liquor he sold in a single year exceeded 50 billion won.
And he loved his profession as a host.
Playing with women, earning money, and being able to have sex in amounts that no one else could match — he loved this job.
“The only job where you can have sex with multiple women without getting scolded is a host.”
He said that, and it was somewhat true.
In Korea, there was a profession where women loved male actors or idols like them.
But one wrong scandal or one wrong touch of a fan and the store would close.
In contrast, hosts were free from such perceptions.
Even if they slept with a female client, other female clients wouldn’t be greatly shocked.
Since it was a host, that reaction was the majority.
So when Kim Namhu asked his junior what profession he would want if he were reborn, he said this:
“Of course a host. I’ll be a host even if I’m reborn.”
Everyone laughed at those words.
And at 41 years old, still writing legends, he died in a traffic accident.
**
“Aigoo… What is this?”
Kim Namhu woke up in bed with a headache that felt like it was about to split his skull.
A Bentley worth billions of won couldn’t escape a traffic accident.
The last thing he remembered was the door on the side being smashed in by an oncoming truck and the window shattering.
He looked around.
Luckily, he was in a hospital, so he checked to see if he was alive.
“What is this…?”
It wasn’t a hospital.
He quickly scanned the surroundings.
A gosiwon room somewhere familiar but with no exact location he could remember.
He pondered for a long time, finally able to recognize where he was.
“This is the gosiwon I lived in when I was young?”
It was the same one from the early 20s, the one he had left right after becoming a host and making some money.
He couldn’t understand why he had woken up in this room after a traffic accident.
He immediately sat up.
Somehow, his body felt lighter.
It was a state that made him think it was impossible to have been in a traffic accident.
He picked up the small mirror on the desk.
He held it and looked at himself.
In the mirror was a 21-year-old Kim Namhu.
He couldn’t believe it, but he had to believe that returning to the past was really possible.
The small television in the gosiwon room and the internet in the computer outside — this setting was overdoing the effort to fool even one Kim Namhu.
Kim Namhu quickly recalled his age at the time.
Twenty-one.
A pitiful young man who hadn’t even gone through the military.
Not even a pitiful young man.
After entering university in Seoul, his family’s situation had deteriorated rapidly.
His father lay in a critical care unit after a traffic accident, and his mother opened a small restaurant using the insurance settlement money, saying she would somehow get her two remaining children to study.
But the restaurant wasn’t something anyone could run.
No matter how hard they worked from dawn to dusk, business didn’t go well.
His mother called Kim Namhu and his younger brother, held their hands tightly, and said:
“Still, let’s finish studying. If we just finish studying, we can somehow survive. In this world, even a university graduate can’t function without it. Don’t think about anything else and just study.”
It was his mother’s ambition.
But the two children couldn’t reject his mother’s ambition.
His younger brother helped with the restaurant after school.
Kim Namhu worked two or three part-time jobs while attending university and helped supplement the family finances.
But the restaurant barely covered the personnel costs, and the cost of his father’s critical care unit under his irresponsible father was enormous.
Insurance couldn’t cover it.
So Kim Namhu secretly applied for a leave of absence from university.
He had to find a way to make a lot of money quickly.
He had to earn money to extend his father’s life and let his mother rest.
Every day, money was being drained in real time.
Only later did he realize that it hadn’t taken long for his mother to borrow from the bank, extend to second- and third-tier finance companies, and even use loans.
His mother, who had always trusted only his father and managed the household, didn’t know how to earn money.
“It’s not that long since she opened the restaurant.”
Looking at the time, it was true.
But it wouldn’t take long before such a future came.
He already knew it was impossible to break his mother’s stubbornness.
In the past, Kim Namhu had said he would earn money even if he did hard labor, but his mother had instead scolded him with a whip.
“Then this time, you can earn money even faster.”
There weren’t many ways for a college student on leave to make a lot of money.
And most ways to make a lot of money — 99 out of 100 — led to failure and a fall into the abyss.
Stocks, gambling, and illegal activities.
Kim Namhu had also found a way after many wanderings.
And this time, he didn’t need to do that.
He already knew the method.
In this life, he could probably become the best right away without the hardships he had faced in the previous life.
At first, he had jumped in to earn money, but later he had discovered the fun of the job.
A profession that allowed any capable and legal man to make a one-hit fortune.
That was exactly being a host.
Kim Namhu immediately stood up and headed to the university.
He applied for leave.
In this life as well, he had decided to become a host again.
**
Kim Namhu came to the gosiwon and checked his appearance in the mirror.
It wasn’t fully polished yet, but it was presentable enough.
“Now that I think about it, at high school and university popularity votes, I was chosen as one out of ten.”
He wasn’t incredibly handsome, but he did have a face that could be demanded.
And there was no unlikable side.
Depending on the polish, he could act as a host.
And he checked his physical condition.
He was 178 centimeters tall; with a bit of heel, he could bluff 180.
His skinny body had been a complex since childhood.
But it was better than fat.
Since a skinny body could be dressed up, he was fine.
Kim Namhu coldly assessed his current state as the legendary host he was now.
“I’ll be able to start the job somehow.”
But it seemed like he would have to suffer at the bottom for a long time.
To succeed as a host, it would take a long time.
And Kim Namhu had no intention of wasting time like that in this life.
“From the beginning, the guy who can succeed quickly doesn’t have a high chance.”
He had to look like he had talent of some kind.
His talking skills and seduction skills were already prepared, but for the host profession, appearance had to be ready in the end.
If appearance wasn’t prepared, he would be seen as a talentless person and have to roll around at the bottom.
“But in the end, to prepare the appearance, money is needed.”
It came around and around — money was needed.
“But how?”
To earn money, he had to become a host, and to become a host, he needed money.
Kim Namhu started thinking about what he could do right now.
And he came up with one method.
There was certainly a way to make money around this university.
One-time use, with a slight illegal smell, but in a situation like now, there weren’t many ways to hide it.
“I’m sure around this time there was a case where a female professor seduced a male university student and it caused a big problem?”
Seducing female students by male professors within the university happened often.
And the reverse case also occurred sometimes, but since it was such a hot topic, Kim Namhu had heard a lot about it.
Kim Namhu decided to try using the knowledge from this future.
**
Professor Lee Na-eun was a successful woman.
Born into a professor’s family, she became a professor at the young age of 28.
She wasn’t a tenured professor yet, but that would be solved with time.
After meeting and marrying another male professor, she looked like she had no flaws in life from the outside.
But she also had something unsatisfying.
Just from looks, occupation, and personality, she hadn’t had a smooth sex life.
She didn’t know that such strong sexual desire could become a big complaint.
Her husband oddly had little sexual desire.
And she oddly had a lot of sexual desire.
At first, Lee Na-eun had also tried various ways to satisfy her sexual desire with her husband.
But none of them worked more than three times.
Later, she came to think this:
“Wait, do I have to beg for sex to live?”
She decided to hold back on sex to protect her pride.
Then her husband rather welcomed the situation.
Lee Na-eun was going to go crazy alone.
Meanwhile, she had to teach lectures every day.
When she was teaching, she had to look at male university students close to her age.
She couldn’t help but go crazy at their freshness.
At first, she thought it was wrong.
She recalled the past when she had clicked her tongue at middle-aged male professors drooling over young female students.
But whether male or female, it seemed that desire was equal before it.
She couldn’t stop secretly looking at the handsome male students.
Then, today, one text message came on her phone.
-Professor, this is Kim Namhu, who is taking Management 101. I have some concerns and would like to consult. Is that okay?
“Um…”
She pondered.
She quickly recalled what kind of student Kim Namhu was.
“A student who hasn’t become a man yet.”
There were such students.
Students who didn’t know their own physical talent and were still acting like high schoolers.
Such students started dating and had their girlfriends help them dress up, and suddenly their appearance bloomed.
Adequately tall, skinny, and neat without knowing how to dress up, hardworking.
That was the image of Kim Namhu.
“Why me of all people?”
She was just a young professor who hadn’t become a tenured professor in the business department.
“No, since he’s still young, I thought counseling would be better for him?”
The smaller the age difference, the more she could empathize and present realistic alternatives.
She thought maybe this student had come to her because of that.
“This isn’t about meeting a man.”
She hid her desires in that way and sent the message while pretending to be a mentor.
-That’s fine. Where should I hold the counseling time?