Plunder (3)
Huh? Who’s this guy?
Choi Yurin’s curiosity flared the moment she laid eyes on the partner walking alongside An Hyeonju.
A face she’d never seen before.
An Hyeonju was famous for having zero interest in men. This one didn’t look like he’d ever stepped onto a professional stage either.
Actor? Or a model?
Korea’s male pro golfers were internationally known for their looks. Stand Park Dojun next to them and his features suddenly seemed ordinary. Most of the male players were tall as well, their physiques perfectly balanced in a way athletes from other sports rarely managed.
The man in front of her held his own against any of them. Model-height, lean yet filling out his coordinated golf wear perfectly. He looked young, yet a quiet charisma radiated from him—an atmosphere completely different from Park Dojun’s first impression of arrogant swagger.
“This is Pro Choi Yurin. And……” An Hyeonju began.
“I’m Park Dojun.”
The moment Ha Taewoong appeared at An Hyeonju’s side, Park Dojun’s expression twisted ugly.
Acting all prim and proper this whole time……
An Hyeonju had always played the demure, aloof beauty in front of everyone. The sight of a first-time playing partner grated on him immediately.
The guy was a full head taller than him, style on point. Masculine, clean-cut features, handsome as hell, and an aura that refused to back down. Park Dojun’s mood soured before a single word had been exchanged.
“Do you two know each other?” Ha Taewoong asked.
“……??”
“We’ve never met…… so why the informal speech?”
Park Dojun froze for a beat. Ha Taewoong had just openly called him out.
The air around them turned ice-cold.
“Hyeonju’s my noona! I’m older than her, so that makes me hyung!” Park Dojun snapped, recovering his voice.
He was twenty-seven this year.
Little shit! Gotta crush his spirit right now!
Despite the polished exterior, Park Dojun hadn’t grown up in a greenhouse. Back in school he’d been a mid-tier delinquent. He’d toned it down after turning pro, but nature never changed. He kept two faces—one for the cameras, one for everyone else—and still quietly hazed juniors behind the managers’ backs. Among male pro golfers, seniority was sacred. The Korean pro circuit was smaller than people thought; talent alone never let you ignore your seniors and rise alone.
He’d never seen this face before. Probably some semi-pro hanging on.
“Hyung? We just met.”
Ha Taewoong let out a light, dismissive laugh.
“Hey!!”
Park Dojun barked, eyes blazing with pure rage.
“What!”
Ha Taewoong fired straight back.
Park Dojun’s fists clenched. He trained kickboxing on the side; if he wanted, dropping this kid would be nothing.
“Hoh hoh hoh. What’s with the atmosphere today? You alpha types really can’t help yourselves~”
Choi Yurin cut in smoothly. She had a purpose for this round and no desire to blow it up in the parking lot.
An Hyeonju, you sly little fox. I need to check your skills first.
An Hyeonju was scraping by as a lesson pro at a private high school in Gangnam. Choi Yurin had heard the rumors; she wanted to see with her own eyes. She was already bracing for the day An Hyeonju returned to the pro tour. Her own form was slipping, and the storm An Hyeonju could whip up upon her comeback already made her sick. Tall, pretty face, temporarily sidelined by scandal yet still radiating pure likeability. If her game was still intact?
Thanks to Park Dojun, Choi Yurin had started gaining traction on YouTube as a “beauty golfer.” An Hyeonju’s return offered her nothing but downside.
Sparks practically flew between the two men’s locked gazes.
“Are we…… not playing?” An Hyeonju asked quietly, sensing the tension.
“Heh. Of course we’re playing.”
Park Dojun turned away with a sly grin. There were plenty of ways to shatter someone’s pride without throwing a punch. Today’s meeting was a golf match first and foremost.
“Just playing’s boring though…… How about a little wager?”
He dangled the bait. Backing down after sparks had already flown would be pure beta behavior—especially with two beautiful women watching. Few Korean men would walk away from that.
“Okay.”
Ha Taewoong accepted without hesitation.
“A million won a hole. Call?”
“That’s insane! Senior Park is ranked third on the pro tour!” An Hyeonju cried, slamming the brakes.
“Today’s Taewoong’s first time ever on a real course.”
“What? First time?”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
Choi Yurin and Park Dojun both stared at An Hyeonju in disbelief. A pro round required at least a semi-pro partner as basic courtesy. Semi-pros were amateurs with serious handicaps, single-digit players. And she’d brought a complete beginner?
“Call!”
The word burst from Ha Taewoong’s mouth.
“Taewoong!” An Hyeonju spun toward him in panic.
“Noona, relax. All I have is money.”
Ha Taewoong smiled, the expression full of quiet meaning.
What? Did An Hyeonju snag a chaebol grandson as a sponsor?
Only then did Choi Yurin truly register Ha Taewoong’s clothes and wristwatch. Every single piece was luxury brand.
Today…… might be fun.
Seduction of taken men was Choi Yurin’s hobby. The look in her eyes shifted the slightest bit as she studied Ha Taewoong. Between slightly parted lips, a tongue curled like a snake’s flicked out to wet them.
“So you’re the Prince of the Short Game, huh?”
The man who’d been glaring at me like he wanted to tear me apart was named Park Dojun—a big name ranked among the top players on the Korean pro tour. The magician with a putter, they called him. The Prince of the Short Game.
We’d already clashed the moment we met. Now we waited in the clubhouse for our tee time. I used the spare minutes to search his name and dig up everything I could.
Choi Yurin was exactly what she looked like—a classic fox, cunning written all over her. She didn’t hold a candle to Noona An Hyeonju. She put on the pretty act, but both looks and skill lagged far behind.
“That pink aura suits her perfectly.”
Choi Yurin radiated a sweet cotton-candy pink. As expected, the foul-tempered Park Dojun was wrapped in a dark crimson light. The unique glow each person carried was a perfect reflection of their character.
“So this is how they all live.”
I’d never set foot near a golf course in my previous life. The May greenery on the course was at its absolute peak. Over three hundred thousand pyeong of land. The open vista felt cool and refreshing—low rolling hills in the distance under a dazzlingly clean sky. I finally understood why the wealthy flocked to courses every weekend. Weekdays packed solid with work, weekends spent savoring this kind of leisure.
I was stepping into their world now.
Last night I hadn’t been able to sleep at the SIGNIEL apartment—zero furniture yet. I’d spent the night at the Lotte Hotel right upstairs instead. Money opened up choices that poverty never allowed. With real cash in hand, life had suddenly grown generous. After accepting the bet I’d converted a billion won into my account just in case.
“How many should I buy?”
I liked this course a lot for a first visit. Not just as an investment—it was a perfect rest space too. Coming out here with clubs whenever I needed a break, combining rest and exercise, didn’t sound half bad.
“Buy…… what?”
Noona An Hyeonju’s voice came from behind me. I turned.
“……!!”
The sight of Pro An Hyeonju hit me like a truck.
That’s basically a foul.
She looked nothing like she did at the school practice range. This was the second coming of the golf goddess herself—exactly the image of her I’d carried from the past. Clean golf wear with almost no brand logos showing. An ivory mini-skirt that let her long, lean legs stretch endlessly. Solid lower body with subtle muscle definition. A perfectly balanced tall frame and flawless body line. Hair in a neat ponytail under a sun cap. A small, proportionally perfect face holding beautiful eyes, nose, and lips.
“What? Do I look weird?” She checked her outfit again under my narrowed stare.
“Absolutely perfect!”
I widened my eyes and shot her an immediate thumbs-up. Not polite praise—one hundred twenty percent sincere.
“What the……! You made me nervous.”
“Why?”
“Well……” She couldn’t finish the sentence, face turning pink.
“Are you two dating?”
An unwelcome guest appeared at that exact moment. Choi Yurin, now changed into her golf wear.
Oh.
A fox with heavy red lipstick. Black tank top paired with short white culottes. She lost to Pro An Hyeonju in every other category, but sexual appeal was a different story. Pink aura bloomed from the fox who’d tucked her tail, radiating the kind of allure that would snag most men. Firm thighs, a glimpse of navel, a willow-like slender waist—more than enough to pull every male gaze. And that confident smile never left her lips. She knew exactly what her weapons were and used them without mercy.
“Haha. Everyone’s here.”
Park Dojun joined us with a hearty laugh, the perfect public mask already locked in place.
“Isn’t that Pro Park Dojun?”
“Whoa! Pros An Hyeonju and Choi Yurin too?”
“You guys have a round today?”
Other golfers heading out for their own rounds recognized the three of them immediately.
“Never seen that guy before though……?”
“Looks like a model who came along for the round.”
A few comments drifted my way as well.
Park Dojun had buried the face he’d shown in the parking lot and appeared wearing a flawless mask. The moment he arrived I stood. Time to put the buffs I’d been given to work. I casually extended my hand.
“……??”
“Let’s play fair today.”
The aftershock of our first round of hostilities still burned in his eyes. Aware of the watching crowd, he reluctantly took my hand.
“A game’s still a game, after all.”
Park Dojun reminded me again that this was a million-won-a-hole match.
At that exact moment—
You have encountered an Innate Villain.
Do you wish to Plunder the target’s life talent: Putting ability?
Innate Villain?
Life talent…… Plunder??