Chapter 71
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Nightclub Night
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"Hoo..."
Stepping out of the stuffy office for a moment, Hyunwoo took a brief break. If his team leader, Chief Ko, were in the office, he wouldn't even have time for a single cigarette, but luckily, she had back-to-back business trips scheduled all day today, allowing him this rare luxury.
Biting down on his cigarette, Hyunwoo pondered ways to obtain an [Employment Contract] even one day sooner.
'Should I just keep going with Seol?'
After devouring her at the hotel last time and scoring quite a haul of [Employment Contracts], he considered heading to Seol's officetel again tonight. But...
'Nah. Repetitive acts without impact lose efficiency.'
Besides, Seol had been so thoroughly worn out by him that she'd passed out—she needed a break for a while. She hated taking unplanned vacation days so much that she'd even used a personal day today, so it was best to let her rest.
'That leaves Seo Jin-ah or Kim Hye-ri...'
- Screech
"Oh, the honeybee."
Just then, Park Jae-hoon and Lee Byung-joo entered the smoking room, grating on Hyunwoo's nerves with their voices.
"Honeybee, haven't you heard the rumors about our department?"
"Kukukuk, oh I have. They say our Hyunwoo got totally threshed by the combine harvester, huh?"
"Hoo..."
"See, the world is fair after all. Hahaha, I've really been feeling that lately, watching you work so hard."
"I'm seriously gonna kill you guys..."
Jae-hoon seemed to derive ultimate pleasure from Hyunwoo's suffering, relentlessly teasing him about getting shredded by the Organizational Innovation TF team like it was his new favorite hobby.
"Hey, at least your team leader is smoking hot, right? Eh? So what if she's a bit... a lot hysterical? Doesn't just staring at those massive tits heal you completely?"
"I'd get totally busted peeking at the team leader's chest like that, you punk."
"Kukukuk, Hyunwoo's still got that class. Proud of my A-grade batch peer."
While the two bantered, Byung-joo quietly smoked in silence. The once bright and confident guy had turned taciturn and gloomy before they knew it.
"Hey... hey, why's Byung-joo like that again?"
Hyunwoo knew exactly why Byung-joo was acting that way, but he pretended not to and quietly asked Jae-hoon.
"Dunno, the guy's been super down lately."
Hyunwoo, Jae-hoon, and Byung-joo had all joined the company together as entry batch peers, but Jae-hoon and Byung-joo were especially close. Hyunwoo got along with Jae-hoon but wasn't as tight with Byung-joo.
Still, no matter how close you are, who could openly admit they're impotent? Byung-joo's silence was probably inevitable.
"Hey, Byung-joo, we're all buddies here—cheer up. What's going on lately?"
"Nah... it's nothing."
"Ugh, dude..."
Jae-hoon was frustrated to the point of madness at Byung-joo's subdued voice, unable to fathom why someone could change so suddenly.
"This won't do. Byung-joo, you need a mood changer right now. This has gotta be marriage blue."
Marriage blue—the psychological depression some people feel before tying the knot.
"Idiot, marriage blue hits before marriage."
As Hyunwoo pointed out, Byung-joo had been married for over half a year already.
'Marriage blue my ass. The guy's just impotent, moron.'
"Ugh... Hyunwoo, play along a bit. Anyway, Byung-joo's depressed right now."
Undeterred by Hyunwoo's jab, Jae-hoon kept yapping.
"So here's the thing—we should hit up a nightclub tonight."
"Nightclub?"
"Yeah, nightclub. I'd love to hit a club, but lucky there's at least one in this backwater town."
"Ugh, this horny bastard's at it again."
Back in Byung-joo's single days, Jae-hoon had had some fun at nightclubs alongside the decent-looking Byung-joo—he kinda missed those times. Denying a bit of ulterior motive would be a lie.
"It's all for Byung-joo. You in? Let's go tonight, yeah? You need a mood boost."
"..."
Normally, with his lovely wife Seo Jin-ah waiting at home, Byung-joo wouldn't even hesitate. But tormented by erectile dysfunction, he started seriously wondering:
'Maybe I need some new stimulation outside of Jin-ah?'
And then...
"Yeah! Let's go. Nightclub."
'Sorry, honey. But I'm going to fix our bedroom issues.'
Byung-joo rationalized his infidelity despite having a wife.
"Ooh, nice. Hyunwoo, you're coming too."
"Me? Why?"
"Yeah, sacrifice for Byung-joo's mood tonight."
"I'm busy... what nightclub?"
'I'm swamped just trying to get more [Employment Contracts]... wait.'
Hold up. Nightclub? This could be...
'Heh heh heh...'
"Yeah, let's go!"
A fantastic idea flashed through his mind in an instant, and Hyunwoo joined the nightclub party. And so, a group formed: one married guy and two single guys headed to the nightclub.
- Thump thump thump thump
The bass pounded so hard it made their ears ring, filling the space, while thick cigarette smoke scratched at their throats in the dim, hazy room. The nightclub felt just as intense as ever for Hyunwoo, who hadn't been in ages.
"Agh, damn it, I said we should've come earlier."
"My fault? Blame Byung-joo chugging booze like a fish."
"Hahaha, sorry guys~"
What was meant to be a light pre-game drink before the nightclub had dragged on thanks to Byung-joo's bingeing, landing them way later than planned. Rooms were already full.
"Agh. Back in college we always snagged tables. Why'd Byung-joo pound so much booze?"
Thanks to Byung-joo, the trio settled for a table instead of a room. Jae-hoon fumed at missing out on a room after so long.
"Might as well enjoy it now~"
Byung-joo grinned innocently, twisting Jae-hoon's guts.
"Agh, damn it..."
"Hello! I'm waiter 'Wind,' serving you tonight."
As soon as they sat, a waiter zipped over like the breeze and swiftly set out snacks and beer. Jae-hoon called him over, pulling a 50,000-won bill from his wallet.
"We usually do rooms only, but no space, so we had to settle here. You get it? Hook us up good."
"Yes sir! I'll serve you with utmost care."
"Nah, heart's fine—just pack on the bookings."
"Yes sir! Got it!"
The tipped waiter earned his keep, continuously seating girls at their table. The trio drank and chatted lightly with the arrivals.
But despite several rounds of girls rotating, they made no real progress.
Jae-hoon with sky-high standards, Byung-joo feeling down in the dumps. Even Hyunwoo, who could always bed [Charm 7] girls, found these lower-tier ones unappealing.
"Ugh, quality's trash tonight. All the good ones must be in rooms?"
"Hahaha, yeah? Let's drink anyway!"
"Dude, why're you pounding it so hard? Ease up."
As Jae-hoon and Byung-joo bickered, a light brown-haired woman sat next to Hyunwoo.
"Ooh~"
"Whoa~"
Jae-hoon and Byung-joo let out admiring exclamations at the woman's looks.
She wore a short black tank dress that bared her thighs outright, with a slit on one side exposing smooth skin.
'Whoa... red thong peeking.'
Her sleek lower body was impressive, but the deep neckline revealed ample cleavage. From her slender neckline plunging into that valley—men at nearby tables kept stealing glances. Her outfit and figure were irresistibly tantalizing.
'Why'd she sit next to Hyunwoo of all places?'
Absentmindedly admiring her juicy thighs and the hypnotic jiggle of her bust with every move, Jae-hoon finally looked up at her face.
Heavy makeup and shading overall, but big eyes, straight high nose, and slim face shone through even the intense smoky makeup—stunning beauty unmasked.
'Damn... best one here tonight.'
Confirming her face, Jae-hoon poked Hyunwoo.
"What!"
Hyunwoo shouted over the blaring music.
"Hey! We're here to cheer up Byung-joo! Seat her next to him!"
Jae-hoon figured if he couldn't have her, might as well boost Byung-joo's mood. Hyunwoo smirked and asked her,
"Wanna sit next to my friend over there?"
He directed the question at her, drawing sticky stares from guys in the nightclub.
She suddenly bowed her head deeply and shook it side to side. A clear no.
"Hey, she says no?"
"..."
She insisted on staying by Hyunwoo.
"Byung-joo, you're done for. Losing out to Hyunwoo now."
"Hahaha, can't be helped. Cheers."
"Agh, quit drinking already!"
As Jae-hoon and Byung-joo squabbled, Hyunwoo clinked glasses with the woman beside him. Then, with his face to her ear, they kept talking.
- Thump thump thump thump
The deafening nightclub music drowned out their voices to Jae-hoon and Byung-joo. Her expression looked a bit uneasy, yet for some reason, she stayed glued to Hyunwoo's side.
'What the hell?'
Plain old Hyunwoo landing a goddess? Unfathomable to Jae-hoon. Then Hyunwoo's hand wrapped around her slim waist, pulling them tight. She flinched but didn't resist.
Emboldened, his hand caressed one thigh. The slit in her dress laid bare the plump thigh before him—he wasn't one to miss that chance.
'No way, this can't be real.'
She rejected none of his sticky touches. Watching, Jae-hoon got annoyed and snapped,
"Screw it. Byung-joo, just us—cheers!"
"Sounds good!"
They chugged their beers.
- Thud
Jae-hoon slammed his glass down roughly. Ignoring them, Hyunwoo and the beauty continued their intimate contact.
She kept her head down, but had no intention of stopping his thigh massage. Satisfied with the feel,
- Smooch
Hyunwoo pulled her face in for a kiss.
- Mmch smooch smooch
She flinched at first but didn't turn away. Then came a deep, intense kiss.
- Slurp slurp
Flashing lights occasionally revealed their tangled tongues to Jae-hoon and Byung-joo. Fully pressed together, they devoured each other's lips.
Before long, she wrapped her slender arms around him, surrendering her body completely.
"Whoa..."
Even Byung-joo stared blankly at the steamy kiss. Just kissing, yet so erotic.
Byung-joo's long-dormant dick twitched teasingly at their lip-locking, threatening to rise but not quite.
- Slurrrp
Ignoring surrounding stares, their lips slowly parted after the deep kiss. Still lingering in the afterglow, she leaned her face against his chest, breathing raggedly.
"Hey, Jae-hoon!"
"What!"
"We're gonna dance on stage!"
"..."
Shouting to Jae-hoon, Hyunwoo rose from the sofa with the brown-haired woman, heading to the front stage.
"Whoa..."
Only then did Jae-hoon and Byung-joo catch her back view. Even more daring than the front—the fabric dipped completely open, exposing her entire back refreshingly bare.
"No strap in the back—what's holding it up, nude bra?"
Imagining her with just a nude bra patch on her chest amped up Jae-hoon and Byung-joo's excitement.
'Huh?'
Admiring her back, Byung-joo spotted a faint tattoo near the dip at her lower back. Hard to tell under the nightclub lights, but it looked pinkish.
'Nah, no way...'
He briefly recalled the pink wing tattoo his wife had recently gotten low on her back, then dismissed the absurd thought with a hollow laugh.
"Hahaha..."
He poured the booze down his throat despondently.
Hyunwoo and the woman hit the stage, swaying to the music. Neither were great dancers, but grinding fully against each other drew all eyes.
Of course, thanks to her provocative outfit and killer body. Hyunwoo placed his hand over the dress clinging tightly to her hips, kneading her ass like dough.
She didn't resist that either, but embarrassed, kept burying her face in his chest.
Thick cigarette haze, ear-shattering bass, mingled sweat from dancers—the nightclub's atmosphere heated up intensely.