Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: A Man Who Can Do Anything (2)
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"Hmm."
In front of an old building in Wangsimni, Seoul.
Park Won-jun sat waiting for someone inside a brand-new German luxury car.
"No real need to check the bank account right now, huh."
Won-jun, whose sense of money was fading away, finally gave it some thought after a long while.
When he'd first cleared the 30th floor of the Seoul Tower, the money from selling mana crystals and materials had come out to about 28 million won before taxes.
Material drops were random, so it was hard to calculate precisely, but it was definitely a hefty sum.
'Still...'
Won-jun's goal was to become a Special Hunter.
Not just Seoul—he needed to clear up to the 30th floor in Busan Tower too.
His plan for now: one day Seoul Tower, next day Busan Tower, then back to Seoul. Rinse and repeat.
Even if his income halved, conservatively estimating 12 to 13 million won a day, it wouldn't hurt much.
Ten million a month was three hundred million, and over a year? Easily over three billion.
"Ugh."
But there was another problem.
In Korea, clearing past the 31st floor required registering as a Special Hunter.
A nation's Hunter Management Bureau couldn't block tower access outright, but when you turned in materials at the processing center, you'd face scrutiny eventually.
This rule had been forged in the blood of countless hunters who'd vanished without a trace on the 30th floors and above.
Won-jun wasn't some anarchist, so he'd follow the rules for now.
"..."
'Hold on.'
But then—a wild, thrilling idea struck him.
He'd crushed the 30th floor.
What about the 50th? Or 55th? Even the 60th that only places like the US or China had touched?
Would he hit a wall there? No way.
He was still far weaker than his prime, and with internal energy cultivation, he'd grow to another level entirely.
'When that time comes...'
Play it right, and he might even stand above the nation itself.
Korea hadn't pushed past the next floors—not just to buy a year, but because proper preparation was essential.
"Whew."
Just imagining it was exhilarating.
Won-jun grinned at the possibilities for his future, the excitement bubbling up.
'Huh?'
A bit of a dopey smile.
Time to fix his expression.
His guest was coming.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"Late? You got here right on time."
"I should've come earlier. My apologies."
The one Won-jun had been waiting for was Park Si-young, the 20-year-old freshman.
The girl he'd unilaterally declared a casual fling with.
She'd dressed in that fresh, innocent style. And the bag? The one he'd bought her.
'Easier than I thought.'
Won-jun was pleasantly surprised. He'd expected more resistance from Si-young, but she'd agreed to a date off one text.
No slow-burn taming, but this wasn't bad either.
"You sure this is okay?"
"Pardon?"
"I owe you big time, and all we're doing is catching a musical."
When Won-jun had texted Si-young, he'd said he had something to be grateful for and asked to meet. Remembering what she'd said, he'd suggested the perfect date spot.
"I always wanted to see a musical in Seoul."
"Yeah, but still."
Si-young spoke shyly.
Won-jun chuckled.
Gangnam musical tickets.
VIP seats at 200,000 won a pop were nothing to him, yet that was her "dream."
"..."
Won-jun glanced at the rundown building where Si-young lived, crammed with one-room apartments.
"Pretty shabby, right?"
"Nah, looks solid."
"Sunbae, always joking."
"Compared to the gositel I lived in until recently, this is luxury."
"Wait, really? Oh yeah, you said you had it rough back then."
"Yeah."
Won-jun nodded.
Si-young had meant it as a humble brag by comparison, but his casual response shocked her.
She'd subtly shared his tale of hardship turning to success last time...
'He's amazing.'
Respect for Won-jun welled up in Si-young.
Money overflowing now.
Top of the department in studies.
Coolly recounting his recent struggles like it was nothing.
Everything that proved a man's excellence to a woman.
"..."
"Hm? What?"
"Nothing."
Si-young stole a glance at Won-jun, then beamed and turned away.
Last time at the hotel, it'd felt almost like assault, but his brazen nonchalance, the thrill of this new world—it all stirred her.
She clung to the belief she wasn't just a one-night toy or short-term fuck buddy.
All that made this possible.
"Man, I really gotta treat you right, Si-young. Thanks to you, I confessed and it worked."
"Congrats!"
"Yeah! Good call trying it with you. Bought you that outfit, same restaurant, same hotel—haha, glad we skipped the drinks."
"Ah..."
"Skipping booze made it more romantic, I guess."
Si-young gave an awkward smile.
Her feelings were a mess.
He had a girlfriend now, so mutual cheating eased her guilt.
Like delinquent kids relieved their friend smoked too.
But being his practice run before the real deal? Humiliating, even if she couldn't show it. Not some answer key.
Every woman wants to be special.
"..."
Si-young clamped her lips shut.
'Still...'
She didn't hate these secret meets with Won-jun.
That was her honest feeling.
Her instincts rejected snapping back to a normal 20-year-old's life.
"Sunbae."
"Yeah?"
"N-no, nothing."
Si-young shook her head with a laugh.
Curious, but too embarrassing.
'Sex again today?'
Would they? He'd liked her body that morning after the hotel. But girlfriend was new—would he still?
"..."
Si-young's face darkened a bit.
Honestly, sex still scared her. It'd hurt.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Wow, seriously."
"That was good."
The audience burst into applause.
Park Won-jun and Park Si-young were there too.
"Crying?"
"No!"
Si-young teared up, overwhelmed.
It was the musical she'd craved, starring her favorite actors.
Won-jun's first time, but he enjoyed it.
"Always just highlights on YouTube or the soundtrack. Seeing it live like this..."
"Seeing you love it makes it fun for me too. Didn't know much about musicals, but this was great. Let's come more often."
"..."
Over 200,000 won per VIP seat.
And he suggests coming often? Si-young thought he was incredible.
"Whoa, isn't this marbling like meat soaked in fat?"
"Wow."
Won-jun took Si-young to a hanwoo omakase spot.
She'd said she liked meat, so he'd picked it.
The blooming flower-like marbling on meat she'd never seen—her eyes sparkled.
"Thank you so much. It's delicious."
"Eat up."
Melting in her mouth.
Worth every bit of the 300,000 won a head.
"Hey, Si-young."
"Yes?"
A bit of grease on her lips. Won-jun nearly cooed at how cute it was.
"Have fun with your boyfriend?"
"...Pardon?"
Si-young flinched.
The server had stepped away—perfect timing for Won-jun's loaded question.
"Uh, well."
"First date with your boyfriend—must've been a blast."
"Nothing special. Dinner, cafe, then home."
"Dinner? What about sleeping over?"
"S-sleep?"
"No sex after meeting up?"
"..."
Si-young froze.
Asking so bluntly? What if someone heard?
Lips dry, eyes darting.
She shocked herself. Why hesitate? Just say it.
"N-no, we didn't."
"Really? Huh."
"..."
Si-young peeked up, embarrassed.
Won-jun looked genuinely surprised.
"First date with your girlfriend, can't see her often, and you just went home? Leaving a beauty like you?"
Scratching his head with that innocent face—Si-young was flustered.
Was that weird? Sure, couples could have sex, but first date?
"..."
She bit back the thought. Wouldn't make Won-jun seem odd?
She was naive to the world. He knew more, had more experience.
Unlike the bold Park Min-ju, fresh out of high school uniform, Si-young was slowly swayed by Won-jun.
"Ah! Mmph."
Si-young nearly yelped, covering her mouth.
"How could he leave our lovely Si-young alone like that."
Won-jun stroked her slender leg.
Heat from his big hand on her thigh—Si-young shrank back.
"Sunbae, people might see."
"It's fine."
He reassured her. Truthfully, who knew? Server wasn't nearby, but maybe watching.
"Wanna hit the lounge later?"
"Drinks? You want some?"
"Not really."
"Then I'm good too."
Si-young, trying to match him.
"Straight to the hotel then."
"..."
Si-young's pupils shook at his words.
'Oh, we're doing it.'
Confirmed: sex tonight.
Drawn deeper into Won-jun, she focused less on wanting it herself, more on what he desired.
The luxury bag last time, lavish day.
Today's investment in her.
She felt she had to repay it, and he'd normalized sex as no big deal.
This dangerous fling shifted from "forbidden" to "harmless thrill anyone could have."
"..."
'Sorry.'
All that remained: guilt toward her boyfriend.
But she'd gone too far.
Sex was nothing, dirty meets were "normal slips," but cheating was cheating.
Too sorry to the guy who liked a girl like her.
"You wash first."
"Huh? Oh... okay..."
Park Si-young realized alcohol's power.
Sober in a hotel room with a guy for the first time.
Her heart pounded like mad.
"..."
Of course, she didn't know the man behind her was thrilled by it.
A woman's emotional turmoil. The change.
The rush of causing it.
One of Won-jun's favorite things.
"..."
Si-young opened the hotel bathroom door.
Emotions swirled.
Sober in a five-star suite. Dreamy. Scent perfect, facilities top-notch.
Unlike last time, Han River view—heart raced more.
But guilt gnawed.
Anxiety at giving in so easily.
Too chaotic for a 20-year-old suddenly.
She should've been sweetly dating her boyfriend, cherished with loving smiles—instead, Won-jun pulled her elsewhere.
"Oh."
Finally spotting the tub.
Rose petals floating, candles glowing softly.
Straight out of a drama.
"..."
And a wicked thought crept in.
'Fine.'
This treatment? Scary, but sex was fair trade. Even deserved repayment?
Her parents would faint. Never think that—common sense crumbling.
"Sunbae."
"Yeah! Lie down, I'll wash quick."
"Okay..."
Si-young washed and emerged.
Pounding heart. But she approached the bed slowly.
Her morals, self-preservation—all handed to Won-jun.
He'd freed her from choice's terror, shown forbidden pleasure. Path set.
"Haa."
Eyes squeezed shut on the bed, she opened them at his footsteps.
'Should've said drinks.'
Sober was too embarrassing, heart about to burst.
"Sunbae, the lights..."
"Hm?"
"Can you turn them off? Too shy."
"I wanna see your pretty face clearly."
Won-jun refused flat-out.
20-year-old with boyfriend—trembling hands, anxious eyes.
Couldn't hide that beauty in dark.
"Last time I made you feel good."
"Did I? Don't... remember well."
"This time, you start."
"Me? Ah!"
Si-young almost screamed.
Won-jun whipped off his robe.
"You too."
"..."
Won-jun slowly slipped off her robe.
Slender, soft-skinned nudity revealed.
Clothes gone, Si-young's mind blanked on his erection.
Shocking then, unbelievable it'd fit inside her.
Long, thick, twitching—terrifying.
"Here."
Won-jun sat on the bed edge.
"Eek!"
He placed her hand on it.
"Slow like that, up and down."
"..."
Si-young nearly teared up.
Her small white hand couldn't even wrap half.
"Your hand feels nice, but this'll take forever."
"Huh? Ahh!"
Won-jun gripped her shoulders, turned her to face him, then gently pushed.
He sat at bed's foot; she slid off onto the floor.
"Use your mouth."
"What?!"
"I love getting head."
"Ah..."
Won-jun said firmly.
Pressed her shoulders lightly, gripped himself.
'Tiring a bit.'
Min-ju handled everything; Si-young needed teaching.
But this innocence had charm.
Respect each woman as her own person.
Won-jun decided to savor Park Si-young slowly.