Seizing the Luxury Cruise
After indulging in shipboard orgies on the cruise, sunset was finally approaching. Families who'd come for a day out were heading home, and the amusement park was winding down for the night. Riding rides all day had worn me out too. Come to think of it, I'd probably never ridden this many attractions in a single day before. Usually, the lines keep you from riding much anyway.
"Looks like we hit over thirty rides today, all told."
"Oppa, you're amazing as always!"
"We respect you, sir."
"Ah, enough with the flattery already."
The women utterly enthralled by me lavished praise no matter what I said. Not that it was their fault—I'd hypnotized them that way. This felt less like a date and more like being waited on hand and foot.
"Time to head home soon? The park closes at night, right?"
"Yes, it's too dangerous to run the rides in the dark."
Unless I hypnotized the moon to shine like the sun, even I wasn't immune to that. Just then, a female staffer came running from afar. What was this? After me? Calling me out for my antics today? No, she was heading straight for Sua.
"Sua! What are you doing here?! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Why were you looking for our Sua?"
"?! Who the hell are you?"
"Just answer the question."
"Sua has night shift duties guiding on the cruise ship."
"Cruise ship?"
The amusement park I'd been enjoying, Majiland, connected to a river. Now that she mentioned it, I'd glimpsed what looked like a passenger ship from the roller coaster earlier.
"You're still wearing that mascot head? I saw you riding rides earlier."
"Oh, the guest insisted on riding together."
"What the hell?! You can't just play around with guests during work hours! Do you have a brain in that head?! Ugh, whatever—cruise comes first. Hurry up and follow me! You know it's all VIPs there, so we have to be extra careful. Can't be even a second late!"
"Oh, right. Gotta go."
"First, changing room to get into proper uniform!"
The staffer grabbed Sua's wrist and started dragging her off. I caught Sua's other hand to stop her and said,
"What's this about a changing room?"
"What? Butt out!"
"No, you butt out."
"Ah, yes. I'll butt out."
"As an apology to me, do nipple masturbation right here for an hour."
"Hah, nipple masturbation? Got it, but I have to work the cruise. It's a really important event—not just getting fired, there are foreign VIPs and big shots. Could be a national embarrassment."
"Don't worry about that."
"Ah, yes. Won't worry."
"Just do your nipple thing."
"Yesss♡ Mmph♡ Got it♡"
I didn't care if some crazy bitch pinching her nipples in the amusement park got in trouble, but a cruise ship? Never been on one. Might as well seize the chance.
"Hey, Sua."
"Yes, sir?"
"Take off the mascot head."
"Got it. Guess I'll head to the changing room then."
As Sua turned toward it again, I said,
"No, just take it off here."
"Yes, right here. But there's only underwear under the costume."
Saying that, she yanked off the mascot head anyway. Passersby glanced over, but she kept stripping. Down to bra and panties, Sua stood there with a sulky expression.
"Lose the underwear too."
"Then I'll be naked. Fine, whatever."
Sua stripped off her undies as ordered, standing there nude. No shame, no resistance to the absurd command. She just obeyed like a computer running a program.
"Follow me like that. Jisu too."
"Yes, sir."
"Got it, oppa."
We all headed to the cruise ship. Tired, I had naked Sua piggyback me the whole way. Sure enough, gentlemen and ladies in tuxes and gowns were boarding. Nothing like the regular folks from the park—these were a whole different breed. Rich bastards with real social power, no doubt. Closer look: whites, Middle Easterners too. Wow. People the old me couldn't even approach. No wonder they freaked about "national embarrassment."
"Oppa, what're we gonna do?"
"Sir, this place is crazy expensive."
"Both of you, shut up."
"Yes, oppa. Shutting up."
"Understood, sir."
Me? T-shirt, shorts, sandals—total pleb attire. Not cruise-appropriate. Fair enough. Still, I slipped right in among the elite.
"Ahem!"
Some old geezer cleared his throat at me. That look: 'This isn't your place, kid.' Classic.
"Young man, do you have a ticket?"
"Oh, we need tickets?"
"Hey! Staff! Anyone!"
Figured I wasn't worth talking to. Smart judgment. Gotta be decisive to succeed—wafflers get nowhere. Impressive. Reward him with a show.
"Yes, sir? What seems to be the problem?"
A staffer rushed over. Poor Majiland crew, working overtime today.
"This rude punk's trying to board without a ticket. Get rid of him."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The staffer scanned me quick, a flash of contempt for the lowly, then plastered on a capitalist smile for the formal ask. Already decided my fate in his head.
"Sir, sorry, but could you show your ticket?"
"Don't have one."
"In that case, I'm afraid you can't board."
"Think I can board."
"Ah, right. Of course you can, sir."
The staffer's face went dumb, like he'd made a basic screw-up.
"What?! What kind of bullshit is this? Do you know how much I paid to get here?!"
The old man exploded. A young woman his daughter's age had been frowning at me too. No idea their relation. Didn't care.
"Hey, old timer."
"What?! This guy's getting bolder!"
"Who's the woman next to you?"
"She's my—"
"Don't care. Get horny for her."
"Mm. Yeah, getting horny."
"You're a total pervert loser who throws money and organs at her feet."
"Got it."
Next, I hit the woman too.
"Hey."
"What?"
"What do you think of this old fart?"
"I respect him."
"No more respect starting today."
"Yes."
"Now what do you think?"
"? Nothing really."
Question marks on her face. Old man licking his chops like a wolf beside her, zero reaction.
"From now on, find him as repulsive as a cockroach."
"Understood. Eek!! Wh-why am I even boarding with this guy?!"
"N-now, now, don't be like that. Spend the night with me? Money's no object."
"Kyaaah! Somebody help!!"
Old perv chasing the fleeing woman. Stay gone forever.
"What the hell?"
"That's weird."
"No security here?"
The commotion sparked murmurs. High-society types—any ripple feels off to them. Time to amp it up.
"Hey, all staff! Gather for work!"
"Yes, sir? What is it?"
About twenty staffers rushed over.
"You got batons or anything?"
"Why, sir?"
"Give every guest the full baton beating."
"Yes, sir."
Chaos. Hell broke loose. Korean, foreign—no matter. Elites, nobles, tycoons, chaebols getting clubbed down by part-timers. Better than any world heritage site.
"Argh! The staff's gone mad!!"
"Do you know who I am! Aaaagh!"
"Call the cops! Report it!"
Of course, I used the megaphone to hypnotize the fancy VIPs: "Never report to anyone, never seek revenge, just take the beating quietly."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Amid baton thuds and screams, I led Jisu and Sua past the empty entrance onto the cruise ship. Just us three guests. Everyone else? Staff.
"Time to set sail?"
"Sir? But no other guests boarded."
"Shut up and sail."
"Yes, shutting up and sailing."
The captain obeyed. Oh, one correction—not three guests.
"Hah♡ Haaang♡ Hoyoung oppa's cock is sooo good♡"
"G-guest♡ Pound me harder♡"
Jisu and Sua were just staff serving me too. One real guest: me. We monopolized the massive river cruise, fucking on deck. Sun painting the river silver, cool breeze on our cheeks. Staff served luxury meals just for us three, orchestra played for us alone, and at night, a club opened exclusively for us. We danced, drank, fucked wherever. Best day ever.
"Ahm~ So sleepy."
That night, I used Jisu's belly fat as a pillow. Bed? Sheets of pretty staffers like Sua. Morning came; woke on the cruise, capped it with an orgy of female staff, Sua, Jisu, then headed home.
This was the world I lived in now.