Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: My Slave (5)
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“Just press here if you’d like to order more.”
“Thanks, got it.”
“...”
Park Won-jun spoke politely to the server.
After his shift ended, Won-jun had brought Park Min-ju to a bar with private rooms.
It stayed open until 5 a.m., and since it wasn’t closing time yet, they had some leeway.
“Why’d you suddenly drag me here?”
“What, you wanna hit a motel and fuck? Disappointed?”
“Ugh, you psycho.”
Min-ju spat out the curse while glaring at Won-jun, who was still teasing her even now.
“I’ve got some stuff to clear up.”
“What stuff?”
“Why’d you steal my wallet?”
“...You’re asking that now?”
“Any reason I shouldn’t?”
“Forget it.”
Min-ju scowled at Won-jun.
“What the hell are you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean all of a sudden?”
“You act like a total asshole, then spend your own money to bail me out. Suddenly force me to quit my job. What the fuck are you even doing? I just don’t get you.”
It was a pretty pointed question.
Won-jun tilted his head, thinking it over.
“Kinda cheesy to put it into words, but... I just wanna do whatever I want with you. And I can, so I do?”
“You’re actually insane, aren’t you?”
“You think I’m insane?”
“What?”
Min-ju flinched at Won-jun suddenly turning the question back on her.
‘Yeah, can’t be easy to wrap your head around.’
Won-jun thought to himself.
He knew his mindset was a bit unusual—antisocial, if you wanted to get technical.
‘But...’
Put a positive spin on it, and it just meant he was special, right?
“Here, drink up.”
The food arrived, and Won-jun poured some pricey sake he’d ordered into Min-ju’s glass.
He’d gone with the most expensive sashimi set on the menu for appetizers, too.
“Ahh.”
The two clinked glasses without a toast and downed their drinks.
“Damn, this is pricier than what we serve at our place, but it tastes meh?”
Won-jun, who’d worked at an izakaya, grumbled about the bar’s appetizers.
“...You got issues or something.”
“What kind?”
“I’ve had klepto tendencies since high school.”
“Yeah?”
Min-ju confessed her flaw. She’d stared him down defiantly before, but now she looked pretty vulnerable.
“But you’re Park Min-ju now—top school, guys lining up to date you. Why’d you do it?”
“Top school?”
“It’s in Seoul.”
“Bucheon. The nursing campus is in Gangnam, that’s why people mix it up.”
“Huh.”
“Not many don’t know the main campus is in Bucheon. How’d a guy like you get into a fancy uni anyway?”
“Just hit the grades.”
‘Scored a scholarship too, technically.’
Won-jun had enrolled in Saja University’s econ department in Wangsimni—a pretty well-known school in Korea.
He’d even snagged top freshman academic scholarship, proving his smarts.
“No money, no respect. Been that way since I was a kid. Pissed me off plenty.”
“...”
“Don’t get it twisted—I’m just a fuck-up. Not fishing for sympathy. Stealing just... doesn’t feel wrong to me.”
Min-ju spoke with a self-deprecating edge.
Won-jun listened quietly.
Secretly had it rough, huh?
“Min-ju, honestly...”
Pour.
Won-jun refilled her glass.
“Don’t care if you’re a fuck-up. I asked ‘cause you suddenly returned the wallet.”
He filled it to just the right level with sake.
“Even if you return it or turn yourself in, I’m not letting you go. Just so you know.”
“...Sigh. Guess I’m too scared to run now.”
“Good.”
“Fucking psycho.”
Min-ju emptied her glass.
“I just felt guilty and put it back. Even stole something in high school once and returned it later.”
“Aw, so sweet.”
Won-jun picked up a piece of sashimi. Not exactly thrilling stuff.
Sure, he thought bad habits like that should be fixed, personally.
“Park Min-ju.”
“What.”
“Just say it—say you’ll be my slave, nice and easy.”
“Ugh, seriously, watch your mouth...”
“I mean it.”
“You’re fucking nuts.”
Min-ju’s eyes widened in horror at Won-jun’s unhinged behavior.
‘Sure, I already think of her as my slave...’
Won-jun chuckled inwardly. But hearing it from her lips? That’d hit different.
“Delete the pics and videos. My life’s shit enough without you piling on—I’m dying here.”
“I’ll make your life less shitty. Be my slave then?”
“What the fuck, you rapist asshole.”
“You made me wanna rape you.”
“Drop dead.”
“...”
‘It’s true, though.’
Won-jun meant it—he had his pride.
“Kuh! Hack! Ahh.”
The drinking session wrapped up.
Min-ju wasn’t blackout drunk, but she was buzzed.
“Where to?”
“What do you mean where?”
“Motel, duh.”
“Huh?”
“Shift’s over. Gotta celebrate with some sex.”
Won-jun groped Min-ju’s hip as he supported her.
“...”
Min-ju had forgotten just how much of a sex monster Won-jun was.
“Hey, hey.”
“No point refusing.”
“Not that...”
“Hm?”
Won-jun peered at Min-ju’s face as her voice trailed off to a mumble.
She looked incredibly hesitant.
“We’re doing it, right? For real? Please use a condom today. I’m actually in danger right now.”
“What?”
Won-jun stared at her, baffled.
Condom? Between us? What the hell?
“Please. I can’t. I’m begging you.”
Min-ju pleaded with desperate eyes.
Even on birth control, today scared her as a woman.
“Hmm...”
Won-jun stared right at Min-ju’s doe-eyed face.
Trembling eyes and lips. Her sincerity hit home.
“Min-ju, you win today.”
“Huh?”
“Aww.”
Won-jun pulled her into a tight hug. To any passerby, he looked like a guy embracing his beloved girlfriend.
“Take a cab home tonight. But next time, we do it right.”
“...”
Mwah.
Won-jun planted a kiss on Min-ju’s flushed cheek, red from the cold.
Min-ju had no idea what to say.
“Ah.”
After quitting his job, Park Won-jun climbed the tower as usual.
Today was the day he cleared the 10th floor.
“...”
He swept the mana crystals into his inventory in one go.
“Forty?”
Double reward made it forty, so normally twenty.
“So that’s how it jumps at ten.”
He’d gotten eighteen on nine, so normally nine.
By his prior math, ten should’ve been ten—but it gave twenty.
Figured—once the numbers ticked up a digit, rewards got generous.
“Feels good.”
He hadn’t expected mana crystals to keep rising by one forever anyway.
Won-jun grinned and headed home.
“...Four million won.”
He’d bulldozed the monsters like squashing mosquitoes.
Now he was a guy pulling at least four mil a day.
Even his old twenty mil monthly haul was insane compared to before.
And now income exploding in such a short time?
“Maybe hit Hongdae?”
A few days since quitting.
He’d meditated and trained, but holing up at home wasn’t living.
He’d only met Min-ju once since, for sex.
Lately, Won-jun wasn’t forcing it aggressively.
She’d ended up needing gyno visits from how rough it got, she was heading to her family home in Gangwon soon, and hey—slow taming had its own fun.
“Where to drop you off?”
“Right up there, please. Thanks.”
Park Won-jun stepped out of the cab near Hongdae’s bustling streets.
Even on a weekday during break, crowds thronged.
“Here you go.”
“Five-man bill! Hold on.”
“No change needed.”
“Pardon?”
“Thank you. Drive safe.”
“S-Sir!”
Won-jun paid way over the fare and hopped out.
Then headed straight into Hongdae’s main drag.
“...”
Won-jun watched a busker perform.
‘That’s one of my favorites.’
He spotted someone strumming an acoustic guitar and singing.
Favorite tune hit, and applause came naturally.
“Thank you!”
The set ended; the singer bowed.
People tossed cash into the guitar case below.
Like donations on a stream, probably.
Won-jun joined in.
“Tha—huh?!”
“Great set.”
The singer freaked; onlookers buzzed in shock.
“N-No, uh...”
Won-jun had dropped two fifty-thou bills into the case.
Rare sight for Hongdae street shows.
Especially from some broke-looking college kid.
“...”
‘Boring.’
Won-jun scratched his head.
Minting money felt euphoric, but spending it? Snooze.
He’d been fine eating convenience store grub anyway.
Even in the martial world, he hadn’t been big on luxuries despite his skills and status.
‘Gotta change that.’
Still, Won-jun knew what he wanted.
Sex with women.
No one besides Min-ju sparked interest right now, but school would change that.
Back in the army, he’d joked about bagging freshmen post-enlistment.
‘Gotta learn to spend.’
Money was his edge.
Tall, sure, but not the type girls mobbed for numbers.
So he needed to flash cash to stand out.
“Hmm...”
Problem: he had zero clue how.
“Fuck it, trial and error.”
Sitting idle changed nothing. Time to try.
Won-jun pulled out his phone.
“Department store, hotel.”
Quick search. Fancy and famous first.
[Me: Park Min-ju, meet me at Isegye Department Store in Gangnam, Saturday noon.]
[Me: Dress nice.]
He notified her via text.
This weekend Saturday.
Spending day. Grind hard till then?
‘Yeah.’
Taking Min-ju shopping then banging was fine, but this taught spending too.
“...”
Park Won-jun checked his banking app.
Exchanged mana crystals yesterday; Hunter Management Center deposited today.
“Fast.”
Proceeds from floors thirteen to fifteen.
Three days’ work netted fourteen mil after 3.3% tax.
Twenty-five crystals from fifteen, doubled for S-rank.
Now Won-jun pulled five mil pre-tax daily.
And it’d only climb.
Half a month post-return, his balance topped thirty mil.
Mostly tower earnings, of course.
“Crowded as hell.”
Won-jun stood outside a massive Gangnam department store.
Korea’s top revenue generator.
Waiting for Park Min-ju.
“Oh?”
Smirk.
“You’re here.”
“...”
Min-ju arrived one minute early.
Called to a department store, so she’d dressed up cute—makeup and all.
“Family home good?”
“Whatever. Why drag me here?”
“Shopping, obviously.”
“So why me?”
“Help me spend.”
“Huh?”
Min-ju tilted her head.
Won-jun was chill.
Re-enrollment soon, mega-rich trajectory ahead—time to taste the high life.
And girls were pros at this.
“Ten mil from me, ten from you. That’s our limit today.”
“...What? No way.”
“C’mon.”
“Hey?”
Won-jun grabbed Min-ju’s hand and headed inside.