0. One Trashy Heir
"Fuck, I really can't hold back anymore...."
He mutters to himself late at night, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Ever since the possession, he'd been lining up whores night after night to fuck, and finally, the truth dawned on him. A young woman's smooth, glistening ass? It was nothing more than tepid, half-assed stimulation now. Just a one-night escape to kill time for the day.
"Huu...."
He draws deep on the cigarette smoke, savoring it before exhaling languidly into the night sky. He lets it burn all the way down to the filter—this smoke he's grown so used to, maybe the last one of his life—before flicking it carelessly across the vast emptiness of his mansion.
The place is ridiculously oversized for one man alone. Staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that command a view of all Seoul, he makes his vow.
"After all, my mom turns me on the most."
Looks like he'll only be satisfied after fucking her. Mom. And all his darling sisters, too.