Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Freshman Bomber (5)
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"Feel free to speak casually, okay?"
"Sure thing."
The atmosphere in the car was great.
Park Won-jun had a stunning college girl in the passenger seat, kicking off a delightful Sunday.
Song Hyun-a.
Among all the women he'd met so far, she was by far the most popular.
Honestly, was her beauty on a whole other level compared to Park Min-ju, Park Si-young, or Lee Chae-rin?
No way. Sure, she had a small face and a short bob haircut that was hard to pull off. Her tall stature and long legs were huge points in her favor, no doubt.
But the real reason Won-jun was in such high spirits today?
Being popular meant that tons of guys wanted her.
How many men were dying to have this woman?
Sleeping with women that guys desperately crave.
Even if he strayed from it just a little, Won-jun always kept this principle etched in his heart.
He'd decided to truly savor this life to the fullest.
It won't last that long anyway.
Before becoming a Special Hunter, playing the rich college student and banging coeds left and right was just a fleeting moment in the grand scheme.
He was going to enjoy it as much as possible.
"Ugh, traffic's so bad."
"Is it? Haha..."
Their destination was the Otherworld Department Store in Banpo.
Weekend Gangnam meant gridlock everywhere, but the route to this store was especially brutal.
Of course, Hyun-a, who was just hitching a ride, couldn't complain about the traffic.
"Still, I feel kinda bad calling you out on a weekend for personal stuff."
"No need to apologize. I love checking out that department store anyway."
"Good to hear. I don't really have any female friends around since I'm so busy."
"Yeah? You do seem super busy."
Hyun-a glanced at Won-jun as she spoke.
At such a young age, with that kind of wealth.
He must be insanely busy.
"I heard parking here's a nightmare, though."
"Parking? Nah, that's fine."
"Huh?"
Parking at the Otherworld Gangnam branch on a weekend was notoriously tough.
But Won-jun had his aces up his sleeve.
"Oh?"
From the passenger seat, Hyun-a spotted the sign for valet parking.
And Won-jun's car was heading somewhere different from the usual valet lanes.
It was practically empty.
"Thanks, take good care of her."
"Yes, sir! Thank you!"
The elite valet zone at that brand's department store, reserved exclusively for VIPs spending over 150 million won annually.
Won-jun parked there and politely greeted the valet attendant.
Anyone could see he was a well-mannered young man.
"I don't care when I'm alone, but it's so convenient when I'm with someone else."
"Ah, yeah..."
Hyun-a felt a mix of awe and a slight smile creeping in.
She was starting to realize just how impressive the guy she was with was.
This was why Won-jun loved department stores.
A place that clearly sorted people by money. Hard to find a better spot for impressing a date.
"Mind if we hit the second floor first?"
"Sure!"
The two arrived at the department store.
They had business on the first floor too, but decided to head to the second floor first.
"Hmm..."
Hyun-a glanced around cautiously.
She'd been to this famous store a few times and knew how long the luxury brand lines could get.
The line at the ultra-famous Chanel was packed, as everyone knew.
Honestly, most people's first thought seeing that queue was the same.
No thanks.
For Hyun-a, Chanel had always been that kind of brand anyway.
A favorite among female celebs, including idols.
It totally lived up to the hype.
"This way."
"Huh?"
Lost in thought, Hyun-a followed as Won-jun led her in a different direction, away from the line.
"Welcome!"
"Hi."
Hyun-a was speechless.
"No line makes it so much easier, right?"
"Yeah..."
VIP perks meant skipping the line entirely.
It was Won-jun's privilege, and as his partner, Hyun-a got to enjoy it too.
"..."
Hyun-a couldn't hold back her smile.
It was a natural instinct for any woman.
"What do you think of this?"
"It's so pretty."
"Yeah?"
This was the official reason Won-jun had brought Hyun-a today.
To pick out a gift for his cousin sister who was getting married soon.
I'm buying her something from Chanel—can you help me choose? I'll treat you to lunch in return.
It was similar to the tactic he'd used on Park Si-young.
It was a "request," but he believed no woman could resist luxury shopping at a famous department store on instinct.
"These shoes are my ultimate dream pair..."
"Oh yeah?"
"Ah, sorry! Not the time for that."
Won-jun was there for a bag.
But Hyun-a had gotten distracted by the Chanel flats she'd always wanted.
Cute ballerina-style shoes that even Won-jun could see why coeds went crazy for them.
"Got anything else? Something that screams 'this is it' to you."
"Huh? Not a bag?"
"Yeah, these shoes and something else. We'll browse bags slowly later."
"Hmm..."
Hyun-a couldn't figure out why Won-jun wanted her to pick non-bag items.
"I always thought this ribbon was so pretty too."
"It is pretty."
Won-jun nodded.
A ribbon hair pin to match the shoes.
True to Chanel, the price was steep.
"Might as well grab them all since we're here."
"For real?"
"You look like you have great fashion sense at a glance. There must be a reason."
"Oppa, that's... just my taste. Does your cousin need shoes and all that too?"
"She's a woman—she'll find a use for whatever we give her, right?"
"Ah..."
Hyun-a was at a loss.
It felt like he was buying extras just because of her.
She'd already forgotten he'd asked her to pick first.
No matter how rich, who drops over a million won per item without batting an eye?
"Alright, now for the bags?"
"Yeah, um."
Hyun-a pondered recommending cheaper bags because of the items she'd picked.
"Don't worry about the price tags. Just go by design."
"Ah, haha."
And she fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
Hyun-a carefully selected a bag for him.
She never imagined that first meeting invite would lead to this.
"Any inconveniences?"
"None at all. Thanks to you, shopping was a breeze."
"Hehe."
Won-jun thanked the sales associate, even though she'd barely helped.
No arrogance despite his top-tier VIP status—just humble politeness.
Excellent social skills were a hallmark of a good man.
Hyun-a was gradually warming up to him, her initial wariness toward this near-stranger crumbling away.
"We need to drop off these for service before dinner. Let's hit the lounge first."
"Okay!"
Hyun-a replied in a cute, playful tone.
Growing closer to Won-jun, her voice carried a hint of feminine allure.
"Tasty?"
"It's amazing!"
"Yeah?"
Won-jun watched Hyun-a dig into Nagoya-style eel rice.
Honey seemed to drip from his gaze.
From her perspective, she'd think, Does he like me? Or is he just so thoughtful?
"Kinda noisy here, huh? Next time, somewhere quieter."
"I like it here, though."
A pricey meal over 50,000 won per person.
But the basement food court was packed, as expected.
"Oh right, duh."
"Hm?"
"The lounge has a one-visit-per-day limit."
"Ah..."
VIP service delivered purchases straight to the valet car.
To claim it, Won-jun stopped by the lounge—and hit the daily limit.
"Coffee... everywhere inside's too noisy. Wanna grab some at the hotel next door? It's close."
"I'm fine—actually, sounds good!"
"Thanks a ton. Man, what's wrong with me today."
Won-jun chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Of course, it was all calculated.
A smooth segue to the hotel.
Today's the day.
Won-jun kept thinking.
He'd conquer this woman today.
Slow and steady might have higher odds.
Build familiarity gradually.
Prove he's trustworthy, a few solid dates, then confess.
Date sweetly, then thrilling first-time sex full of butterflies.
Nah.
Where's the fun in that?
Real meaning came from laying a guarded woman in bed, stripping her, and thrusting in.
Won-jun had money now and would have more later.
But he chose the hard path over easy.
He wanted to bed as many women as possible in the time he had anyway...
"These madeleines are so good!"
The hotel café had killer views, upscale coffee, and desserts.
"You eat so well—how do you stay so slim?"
"Ah... sorry, I'm eating a lot today."
"Nah, I like watching."
Won-jun gave her a warm smile.
Staring at a pretty girl's face really lifted the mood.
"Thanks so much for today."
"I'm the one who's grateful. What did I even do? You'd have been better off with the sales associates."
"No, I just enjoyed today because it was with you."
"Ah..."
"Work and studies have kept me swamped lately. But today was a blast."
"Aw."
Hyun-a smiled shyly.
No matter how I look at it...
Won-jun seemed like an amazing guy.
Laid-back usually, but admitting recent exhaustion showed his human side.
"Here, take this."
"Huh?"
Won-jun handed her the shopping bag.
"Take it? This?"
"Call it thanks—or a gift."
The ribbon pin and shoes, excluding the Chanel bag.
Items Hyun-a loved and had always wanted.
Totaling around 3 million won.
"It's too expensive... I can't."
"Take it. It suits you perfectly."
"But."
"Helps my sales quota anyway. I've got the spare cash, so just accept."
Hyun-a's hands trembled.
Could she really own these just like that?
"In return sounds weird, but the vibe here's nice—wanna stay longer?"
"I'm okay, but... what to do."
Still burdened by the gift, Hyun-a hesitated.
Gulp.
But she wanted them so badly.
"This is one of my favorite spots."
"Yeah?"
Won-jun brought Hyun-a to the hotel lounge bar.
I really do love it here.
The same place he'd conquered Park Si-young.
And today, he'd claim a new woman.
"Cocktails look gorgeous, right?"
"Yeah, super pretty."
The thrill of a new place mixed with guilt over the lavish gifts.
Caught between, Hyun-a kept sipping the recommended cocktails.
Dinner could easily be the excellent bar bites here.
So far, Won-jun's approach had no flaws.
"Gonna crash at the hotel since we're here."
"At the hotel?"
"Yeah, I often spend time alone in hotel rooms. Sometimes it's relaxing. Can't even dream of travel anyway."
Won-jun sipped his cocktail, acting earnest and atmospheric. Soul fully invested.
"Sorry I can't drive you home. I'll cover your cab fare."
"No need. My place isn't far, and transit's good."
"I feel bad. Don't refuse."
"..."
A guy dropping millions on gifts—cab fare stingy? Refusing felt rude to Hyun-a.
Now?
Hyun-a seemed a bit tipsy—eyes shaky, breaths shallow.
Won-jun decided to push bolder.
This was pleasure territory. Messing with her more drunk would be less fun.
How to maximize the thrill?
"Kinda uncomfortable here today. Oh, right—let's drink in the hotel room instead."
"Huh? In a room?"
"Yeah! Room service is better anyway. You'll love the room."
Won-jun suggested heading to a hotel room.
Hyun-a's eyes widened instantly.
He seemed totally innocent. But a man and woman entering a room together...
"Came here with a friend once and drank in the room—it was great."
"Ah, haha..."
Hyun-a scratched her head.
Was she overthinking?
Yeah.
This was a big hotel—not some sketchy motel.
"Sure, sounds good."
"Thanks. You'll love it, for real."
Won-jun grinned.
So innocent.
If she'd caught the "sleep together" hint, she wouldn't have looked so flustered.
Confused, scared, burdened—definitely.
Won-jun knew he'd picked the perfect girl.
That's what women were. Flash some cash, suggest a hotel, and they shouldn't just spread for it.
And Won-jun was never the type to let a woman who entered a room with him slip away.