The Contract

"Hic... Mr. Writer... please... please just give me one chance? I was wrong. Please..."

Cha Su-ah, sprawled on the floor, clutched at my pant leg and begged. The bright red luxury high heels that had been strutting arrogantly across the floor just moments ago had come off on their own and were rolling around haphazardly. Her face, smeared with tears and snot, was a pathetic mess. The top designer who supposedly swept through Gangnam's design scene, that pompous Cha executive shell was gone—replaced by nothing but a terrified beggar crawling on the ground. What a fucking disgusting bitch. The speed of her attitude switch was insane. I roughly kicked away her damp, filthy hand gripping my pants with the toe of my shoe.

"Kyaaak!"

I looked down at Cha Su-ah, who had tumbled backward with a scream, my expression blank. Then I picked up the tablet PC from the table and tossed it right onto the VVIP Streaming exclusive performer contract lying crumpled on the floor, its blood-red letters glaring. The video started playing.

"Look. Closely."

"Hic, hick... What is this..."

Cha Su-ah turned her terrified, trembling gaze to the tablet screen. On it played hardcore BDSM VODs from VVIP Streaming featuring Yang Ji-hye, Lee Ji-hee, and Jeong Su-jeong, one after another. The women in the videos had all lost their minds, howling like beasts and drowning in pleasure. Jeong Su-jeong, the elite university hospital nurse with a proper job, spreading her legs wide in front of the camera without a shred of shame. Lee Ji-hee, the SNS dancer with tens of thousands of followers, crawling on all fours with a collar around her neck, barking thanks for the donations. And Yang Ji-hye, the upstanding office worker and bride-to-be, driven mad by depravity, spewing filthy lines too obscene to repeat while submitting absolutely to my directing.

"Ah... Aaaah..."

Cha Su-ah gaped in horror at the unimaginable bestial acts on screen and the astronomical donation amounts—thousands, tens of millions, hundreds of millions—exploding nonstop in the corner. It was a dark underbelly her brain, deluded by a lifetime in the top 1% elite circle, couldn't comprehend.

"Take a good look. That's what you'll be doing from now on."

At my cold declaration, her head shook wildly from side to side.

"N-no... Mr. Writer, how could I do something so vulgar... Please. The 2.2 billion... lend me the 2.2 billion and I'll pay it back! I'll work until my bones shatter..."

Still thinking she's somebody, the fucking retard. Begging for her life and asking to borrow 2.2 billion? Is she really insane? And work until her bones shatter? What the hell does a salaried designer think she's gonna do to pay back 2.2 billion? Oh. Fuck, investing in crypto again? I pulled out a cigarette, lit it with my lighter, exhaled a long plume of smoke, and pointed at the blood-red contract under the tablet.

"Get all the embezzlement docs sent straight to the audit team and splash across tomorrow morning's front-page news as a thief. Or stamp that contract and get a chance to live like a human. Your choice."

"Hic... Hick..."

"My patience isn't infinite. You get 10 seconds."

Under my threat, Cha Su-ah snatched the contract from the floor with shaking hands like an aspen leaf. Her pupils quivered madly as she read the text.

"Party A... will assume Party B's 2.2 billion embezzlement debt, plus 800 million for overlooking the embezzlement and assuming the risk, totaling 3 billion as Party B's debt..."

Yeah. I was planning to lend her the money, just like she said. Of course, it was a trap to bind her. Cha Su-ah's voice choked as she read the clauses aloud.

"Party B shall be bound as Party A's exclusive VVIP Streaming actress until debt repayment is complete... During this period, all human rights and right of refusal are permanently revoked..."

I flashed a fresh smile at Cha Su-ah, who gawked up at me in disbelief, and added,

"But the debt payoff terms are reasonable. 10% of the revenue you earn from streaming. That goes toward clearing your debt."

Her dumb eyes blinked.

"In other words, pull in 30 billion in sales with your pussy on stream, and this shitty contract gets null and void clean. Debt wiped, back to freedom. Sound good? For an elite businesswoman, these are terms you can't refuse, right?"

I could clearly see her rotten elite brain spinning like mad. Her eyes flicked to the tablet screen where Ji-hye, Ji-hee, and Su-jeong were still moaning, and something shifted subtly. The pure shock and terror from first seeing the videos had faded, replaced by a shallow, disgusting calculator.

Those low-class vulgar bitches pull in hundreds of millions in donations. As Gangnam's top designer, if I strip and spread, my rates should be way higher. Yeah, 30 billion. Fuck it, close my eyes, do what they say, and I can fill it quicker than I think and escape this hell.

Fucking retarded superiority complex. Delusional self-inflation. That toxic chosen-people mindset thinking she's fundamentally and class-wise above those women in the videos. That flimsy false hope was the noose tightening around her neck. She hadn't experienced how this shitty business melts brains and turns people into willing whores, so it was an arrogant calculation she could make.

Capitalism's cruelest rule isn't blindly crushing the ignorant. It's the hope torture of tapping the calculator yourself, rationalizing it, and willingly slipping on the collar. That's the real scary shit.

"What's it gonna be? Time's running out."

As I prodded, Cha Su-ah wiped the tears and snot from her face with trembling hands. She crawled to the table, grabbed the pen on it.

"I-I'll do it... I'll do it."

The most base, pathetic moment of her life—slitting the elite's throat and choosing the whore's path. Just as the pen tip touched the signature line.

"Hold up."

My word froze her hand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in mid-air. To her anxious upturned gaze, I slowly added the shittiest, most perverted core condition of this contract.

"One thing to remember before signing."

I squatted down to her eye level. Exhaled cigarette smoke right into her twisted face and whispered low.

"You have to go to work normally."

"Pardon...?"

"Don't quit your job. During the day, keep up the act outside as that high-and-mighty Gangnam exec designer. Drape yourself in luxury, boss people around, meet those elite circle fucks, dine elegantly on business."

Her eyes widened in confusion. I patted her shoulder.

"But when I call, you crawl to wherever I say and clock in as a pussy-spreading whore. Days as Gangnam's top elite, nights as a 3-billion-debt bitch crawling like a dog to pay it off. That's your life from now on. Got it?"

Her face drained white again as she fully grasped it. Strutting like a haughty swan looking down on everyone by day, then turning into a bitch in heat after work, crawling to this studio to spread her legs. That extreme duality and chains sent the VVIP Streaming chat into absolute frenzy.

Astronomical donations flooded the display, filling the brothers' wallets wide open.

"No answer? You doing it or not."

"Hic, hick... Uh-hick..."

Finally resigned, Cha Su-ah buried her face in the contract, sobbing. With trembling hands, she scrawled her name in the signature box, dipped her thumb in red ink, and stamped it firmly. Her tears splashed onto the paper, smearing it.

I picked up the contract from the floor, checked the content and stamp meticulously. Perfect. I pulled out my smartphone, opened the banking app, and tossed it at her head.

"Hey. Give me your account."

She lifted her dumb head again.

"What the fuck you staring at. Account. Now."

"Y-yes... Yes!"

She entered the account and completed the transfer. The studio's silence broke with the deposit notification from her bag's smartphone. Cha Su-ah frantically dug it out and checked the screen. The moment she saw the 2.2 billion confirmation, a bizarre wail of relief and despair burst from her mouth.

Relief at escaping the audit team's pressure, avoiding prison, saving her life. And the horrific despair of stepping willingly into a whore's pit she could never escape. Those two clashing emotions in her tears. No sympathy here. Fucking repulsive, actually.

I grabbed her hair.

"Aak!"

Yanked her up by the hair and forced her to face the main camera lens in the studio center.

"Brothers. Designer Cha Executive just took on 3 billion in debt and got hired as my exclusive slave. Planning to work her hard until she pulls 30 billion in sales, so please use and love her lots."

The chat exploded in cheers at my briefing. I tightened my grip on her hair and whispered coldly in her ear.

"Greet them. Your real upper-class VVIP owners who'll cover your embezzlement debt. Say it right with that mouth: 'I'm a thieving bitch who stole someone else's money, and from today, I'm a whore spreading my legs to pay my debt.'"

"Hic... Hick... H-how could I..."

Slap—

"Not doing it? Then fuck off, you bitch."

A slap to the cheek and she obeyed.

"I... I'm a thieving bitch who stole someone else's money... A-and from today... to pay my debt... I'm a whore spreading my legs... Aaak...!"

Biting her lips bloody from the humiliation, but spouting that degrading line at the camera to survive. Fucking hilarious. Initiation ceremony complete. I smirked, released her hair. She slumped to the floor. I commanded her.

"You saw the money hit, right."

"Hic... Y-yes... Yes..."

"Then strip off all that gaudy luxury shell right now. Shoes, dress, underwear—everything gone."

Her shoulders jerked violently.

"From this moment, Designer Cha is dead in this space. You're just my 3-billion-debt exclusive whore."

Oh. Wait, not when she comes for interior work. Haha, not a whore then. Even as thick tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks, her hands trembled toward the zipper of her white silk dress for survival.

"Fucking slut bitch. Strip fast, spread your legs, open that pussy, and smile."

"Yes..."

Gangnam's most arrogant, lofty elite designer Cha Su-ah. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠In front of the camera watched by countless voyeurs. The moment she shed her vanity's shell herself and debuted as a naked whore.