The New Host is Too Good
Cha Ji-hoon recognized the true identities of the two women the moment he laid eyes on them.
They were no ordinary clients. These were two of his longest-running regulars, the famous troublemakers who had haunted the bar for years.
Word on the street was that they moonlighted as karaoke bar assistants. After enduring every kind of torment from the twisted customers in their own industry, they had clearly mastered the art of giving it right back.
And the cruelest part? Even when they went full troublemaker mode, they never crossed the line into anything the bar would officially blacklist them for.
But today...
they’d given the green light for any and every kind of troublemaker behavior…
Cha Ji-hoon and Kim Namhu exchanged a single, knowing glance, then introduced themselves in the usual polished manner and slid into the seats beside the women.
Cha Ji-hoon poured the beers and began weaving light, harmless banter to loosen the mood.
The moment the glasses touched, the trouble began.
These women had no interest in the man. Their only goal was to torture him until the stress bled out.
“Hey. What the hell did you just say, huh? Noona? You crazy bastard. Do I look old to you? You think I don’t know who you are? Where the hell have you been seeing me to call me Noona, you pervert?”
“What the hell is this host water? The younger ones have faces like this, the beer tastes like sewer sludge. You should just quit this job and do convenience-store part-time like normal people.”
“Bring me two bottles of soju. Different years.”
Cha Ji-hoon could only stare, face burning, body trembling with barely contained rage. He dared not explode. One outburst and he would be fired on the spot. The women were clearly enjoying the show.
Kim Namhu watched and felt a cold certainty settle in his chest: humans are fundamentally bad. Pure, unfiltered cruelty is far more common than the world wants to admit.
He had once been a young host himself. He remembered the pure agony of meeting such monsters. There was no solution. The only way to stop them was to become the one who never got trapped.
Cha Ji-hoon’s expression had gone from amused to furious in seconds.
Kim Namhu simply smiled and leaned back.
“You know, maybe I do look a little young, but I’m still the guy who gets the girls,” he said, voice smooth as silk.
“If that’s your type, then I guess the real problem is your taste,” Cha Ji-hoon shot back, trying to salvage the situation.
“Oh?”
The women blinked, genuinely surprised. In their world, young hosts were supposed to snap at the slightest insult. Kim Namhu, however, answered with a wit that made them hesitate for the first time.
Just letting them push you around is boring anyway.
And tonight I’m off the clock. Might as well have some fun.
One calm sentence from Kim Namhu was all it took. The temperature in the booth flipped like a switch.
“You’re actually fun,” one woman said, eyes narrowing. “What’s your name?”
“Why don’t we start with proper introductions? Kim Namhu. Try to remember this one.”
His voice was warm, slightly younger-sounding, the kind of tone that made older women instinctively relax. Even these hardened troublemakers felt the pull.
They forced themselves to stay cold. “If I remember you, I’ll remember you. Now pour me another beer.”
“Sure. Draft or soju?”
“Don’t try to steal our money. Just pour the beer.”
Kim Namhu poured the beer without a trace of irritation, then slid it across.
The woman took one sip and immediately found another excuse. “The guys around here have such ugly faces; the beer even tastes bad.”
Kim Namhu didn’t let the jab slide. “Really? The woman I met the other day said I was handsome.”
Cha Ji-hoon’s face darkened. Host bars existed because women paid to drink and flirt with men who looked perfect. They knew the reality, but they still demanded the same fantasy when they were sitting right in front of you.
The women’s eyes flashed with fury. They opened their mouths to explode.
Kim Namhu spoke first, voice calm and steady. “I’ve only been a host for a month. These two are my very first guests. And here you are, calling me ugly on my first night. What kind of training does this bar even give?”
His words were sharp, but the women had no comeback ready. The timing was perfect.
“I didn’t ask to be born looking like this,” he continued. “I just came here to do my job. But since you’re both complaining, I’ll take responsibility. I’m a feminist, you know? Equality for everyone.”
Two seconds of dead silence, then both women burst into laughter.
“You’re hilarious!”
“No wonder you’re so good at this job,” the other added, wiping tears from her eyes.
Kim Namhu kept smiling. “Sex is something I do very well. Strong, lasting, and really satisfying. Isn’t that what you want to know?”
The conversation flowed like a river, each question answered with practiced ease. The women were convinced they were the ones who had turned the tide. They had no idea they were now the ones being questioned.
“Tell me the truth. If you were a guy, would you act like that too?”
“Of course I would. You think a skinny guy like me could be this confident if he didn’t?”
“Don’t you know? Thin wood burns hotter.”
One of the women refused to let the moment slip. “Then let’s see how hot you really burn.”
She reached under the table, took his hand, and placed it on her thigh. Kim Namhu’s muscular leg flexed beneath her palm. He looked straight into her eyes, playful and dangerous at the same time.
She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers traced upward, brushing the growing bulge inside his pants. Kim Namhu was already half-hard. The woman stared, stunned by the size.
“Wow… that’s really something.”
Kim Namhu’s smile never wavered. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
He leaned closer, voice low and calm. “So… what do you say? Shall we talk about the next round?”
The two women exchanged a single look, then simultaneously broke into smiles.
For the first time in years, the tables had turned.