The Power Play
Kim Namhu had no real objection to the arrangement, as long as it caused no major trouble at The Queen.
Choi Moon-ho disliked this attitude of his.
It felt like Kim Namhu was treating him as no better than a roadside pebble.
So Choi Moon-ho decided that when no one else was around to interfere, he would finally face Kim Namhu in a direct confrontation.
In this place, neither Lee Sang-soo nor Jang Hyo-woon would be here to protect him.
**
It was the final day of the party.
The women sat together for brunch again, chatting about what had happened the previous night.
Most of them seemed satisfied with this party and chatted with happy voices.
“This party was mostly pretty good.”
“Really. I picked a different host every day for the first two days and they were all great.”
“Such quality days are rare. It’s a shame.”
“Yeah. Even though it was a holiday, we could have enjoyed it a few more days.”
The women were talking about the hosts they had enjoyed over the past two days.
And as they discussed the hosts, a few stood out in their performance this party.
Choi Taekgeun from Incheon.
Choi Moon-ho from Gangbuk.
Lee Daehan from Gangnam.
The two women who spent the night with Choi Taekgeun showered him with praise.
“Choi Taekgeun really doesn’t seem like an Incheon guy. I thought Incheon hosts would be more rough around the edges.”
“I thought Incheon hosts would lack manners, but somehow so gentle even in bed.”
Choi Taekgeun was the type of host who seduced women with softness.
He acted as if he might pull out their hearts like a hostage, yet carried an air that made him look anything but ordinary.
He listened carefully to every word of the women and quickly understood what they wanted.
He acted like a butler on the bed and possessed the sturdy stamina to last for a long time.
Any woman who had sampled his manhood could only feel satisfied.
If there was a male sex robot that perfectly obeyed every command, it would have to be Choi Taekgeun.
After the praise for Choi Taekgeun came the words about Choi Moon-ho.
“Choi Moon-ho? They say he’s the Ace from Gangbuk and he lived up to it.”
“It’s hard to explain, but his skills in making a woman feel pleasure are outstanding.”
“He forces orgasms a bit, but somehow it suits that charismatic face of his.”
“Definitely different from the round-bellied husband you get at his age.”
Choi Moon-ho’s cold, charismatic presence on the bed had clearly enchanted the women.
The women who had chosen him originally all had masochistic tendencies, and as a host who led women with charisma, Choi Moon-ho’s sex had captivated them completely.
“Still, no one does sex like Lee Daehan.”
Lee Daehan was not the top earner in Korea, but he was the host whispered to be the best at sex.
He shone more in these parties than at the host bar, which was why he had come to this event with full commitment.
And Lee Daehan knew the rumors about himself.
The host who, when it came to sex, was the best in Korea.
With that reputation came natural confidence.
There were even stories that a halo appeared around him during sex.
The women who had sex with him also knew about it.
And with that image, even his plain foreplay produced stronger results.
The women enjoyed the host discussions.
All the reviews of the other hosts had already been said.
Only one host had not yet been mentioned.
Kim Namhu.
The other hosts had spent the night with one or two women each, and their reputations had been assessed by the loose-mouthed women.
But Kim Namhu had been monopolized by Jo Ye-rin, and Jo Ye-rin had not acted as cheaply as the others.
She had simply sat quietly, smiling mysteriously, and watched the other women.
Then one of the women, a congresswoman, asked Jo Ye-rin boldly.
“Shaman-nim, I heard there’s a rumor that the host named Kim Namhu is good. And since you’ve been with him two days in a row, you must have enjoyed it.”
Jo Ye-rin was a shaman who lived on mystery.
She could not say here that she had fallen unconscious twice while having sex with him.
That kind of talk would only make her seem like an ordinary woman instead of the mysterious shaman she was.
“No. I just enjoyed his good aura and spent time with him.”
“Good aura?”
The women here were all well-educated.
Politicians could not be stupid, and high-level civil servants could not pass their exams if they were.
The women from chaebol families had received elite tutoring and attended prestigious universities so they would not be ignored even if they were not smart.
And women who were smart believed in superstitions.
They knew that there were things humans could not overcome with their own strength because they were stronger and richer than any human.
That was why they relied on the supernatural.
“I received a lot of good aura from him over two days, so there’s not much left, I suppose.”
Jo Ye-rin had said it casually, but the other women were thinking differently.
If men said something was good for stamina, these women would chase it like flies on shit even if it was almost gone.
“Shaman-nim, do you plan to call Kim Namhu again before you leave today?”
“No.”
Jo Ye-rin had no such intention.
She had already felt his terrifying sexual skill enough.
If she had sex with Kim Namhu one more time before going home, Monday’s schedule would suffer.
And Jo Ye-rin was wondering which host she should have her final encounter with.
She was vaguely thinking she would choose from among the ones whose names had already come up—Choi Taekgeun, Choi Moon-ho, or Lee Daehan.
When the women heard that Jo Ye-rin had declared she would not touch Kim Namhu, greed began to stir in them.
They were wondering how they could obtain Kim Namhu.
**
Several women came one by one to meet Kim Namhu.
What the women demanded was the same in every case.
To spend Sunday with her.
And what the women could offer varied.
Each woman presented additional compensation according to her own financial strength.
Naturally, high-level civil servants and female politicians were excluded first.
No matter how much money they could give in bribes, they could not beat the chaebol women.
‘That’s the one saving grace.’
High-level civil servants and female politicians were older, and older women were usually less attractive.
Very few women aged well.
The chaebol women either stayed young or, even if older, maintained their appearance with money.
‘Whoever I choose.’
The money offered by the chaebol families was all the same.
A big one.
A special party had offered roughly one hundred million because Kim Namhu had good aura.
Here they offered eighty million if they skimped, and even if they offered more, the extra would only be ten million.
‘Then the remaining option is a tastier woman.’
At this point Kim Namhu no longer cared about the ten million difference.
Having sex with a grandmotherly woman for one hundred and ten million was far better than having sex with a young woman for just one hundred million.
Ten million was money he could make anytime.
“So how about doing it with us?”
Then a woman who caught Kim Namhu’s interest appeared.
To be precise, it was two women.
They looked alike.
They kept their youth through dermatology, plastic surgery, massage, and exercise, and Kim Namhu guessed they were in their late thirties and mid-thirties.
They looked early thirties on the surface, but Kim Namhu could not be fooled by their eyes.
“Sisters?”
“Oh my. There are people who don’t know us.”
They smiled at each other.
Any Korean would naturally assume everyone knows them, it seemed.
The typical image of a chaebol family member who received special treatment from everyone.
“I’m sorry. I only worked at a small host bar in Gangbuk, so I don’t know much about the chaebol families.”
“No, it’s fine. We’re not interested in whether you know or not.”
What the women were interested in was only the good aura that Kim Namhu possessed.
They already believed that having sex with Kim Namhu would allow them to receive that good aura.
“Exactly as you said. We are sisters. We don’t mind three-somes, do we?”
“We’ll give you half a card for the two of us.”
“And you don’t have to worry. It doesn’t matter if we do something wrong. We only need to receive the good aura.”
One hundred and fifty million.
Since two women had to be satisfied, the price per person would be seventy-five million, but in conclusion it came to one hundred and fifty million.
Kim Namhu was used to situations like this.
It was his first time in this life, but when he was the top host in his previous life, similar auctions happened every time he agreed to a drink.
To meet Kim Namhu, you needed more than money.
You needed money and to appeal to Kim Namhu’s heart.
That was why Kim Namhu could answer calmly, as if he were a genuinely top-tier host.
“Then I’ll do it.”
Seeing a young man who answered like a heavyweight host, the two chaebol heirs began to feel interested.