World of Vampire Detective [2]

Leaving the room, Park Chan-sung let out a short sigh and headed to the boss's office.

There, he found a middle-aged woman known as Madam. She was dressed in a white dress. Despite the wrinkles on her face, constant care and exercise made her look like she was in her early to mid 30s.

A woman ripened like fruit. She exuded a seductive and decadent atmosphere that ordinary young women couldn't match.

Kim Mi-ok.

The Madam of Yeonghyejeong. In the underworld, no one dared to treat her lightly. She was a woman of iron.

"I've put him in special room 6."

Special Room 6 is the only room in Yeonghyejeong with cameras installed.

"Yes, I'm watching."

Kim Mi-ok glanced at a wall-mounted thin TV, which showed Kang Eugene changing his clothes.

"Oh my!"

She parted her lips slightly at the sight of his boxers. She could sense the heft through them. It reminded her of the size of a black man she had been with in her youth.

"He's no ordinary man."

"Yeah, I saw the entrance CCTV footage too. I was so shocked."

Kim Mi-ok operated her laptop a few times, and the previously recorded CCTV footage played on part of the screen.

It showed the man, without hesitation, slapping a large man and driving a knife into his thigh without a second's pause. That was no ordinary person.

"Is Doo-hyeon alright?"

"Yes. He avoided any vital areas. But he will need to rest for a few weeks."

"We have no choice. But who is this man? Do you know him?"

"I don't. With skills like that, he's no ordinary person."

Park Chan-sung trailed off. With skills like that, he would be welcomed by any organization.

"He might be a killer trained by another organization. I'll investigate."

"Is he a vampire?"

There are some high class people knew about vampires. And there was no way she, who ruled the nightlife in Korea, wouldn't know about vampires.

"No. I'm sure. There was none of that unique aura vampires have. His fangs were human too."

"Then a hunter?"

"Vampire hunters don't act so recklessly. They are usually calm unless their opponent is a vampire."

"So he's a mysterious, skilled individual… Who could he be?"

"..."

Park Chan-sung remained silent. They had no information about the man. He also wanted to know who he was and why he had come to Yeonghyejeong.

"I'm worried about the girls. He seems to have a nasty temper. What if he uses violence against them?"

"I'll prepare the boys."

"The ones here aren't enough."

At least 30 men. All the male employees scattered throughout the building were Park Chan-sung's subordinates. It would be easy to take down one man if they ganged up on him.

"He tried to kill Doo-hyeon. If I hadn't intervened, he would have. He's probably killed before and undergone combat training. I want to be thoroughly prepared."

Park Chan-sung recalled the man's gaze when he looked at Doo-hyeon. It was similar to a vampire's eyes. Eyes that didn't see humans as humans.

"In my view, he's one of three things: a psychopath, a killer, or a murderer."

"..."

Kim Mi-ok rubbed her forehead with one hand. There had been some troublesome incidents since she established Yeonghyejeong, but nothing like today.

The times have changed. If someone dies here, it could attract unwanted attention. She could suppress it with the influence of politicians she knew, but even that had limits.

The best thing was to prevent any incident from occurring.

"...No. Don't call the boys."

Kim Mi-ok looked at the screen. The man was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. Her instincts told her he hadn't come to Yeonghyejeong to cause trouble or pick a fight.

"I'll keep an eye on him. You just investigate him."

"Understood, Madam."

Park Chan-sung bowed respectfully and left the room. She always felt that Park Chan-sung seemed more like a competent secretary than a gangster. People said modern gangsters were elites, and seeing Park Chan-sung, she thought she might be right.

"..."

Kim Mi-ok crossed her arms and stared at the screen.

Her eyes were as cold as ice.

If anyone came here with ill intentions or looked down on her, she would make them regret it.

But the longer she watched the screen, the more the coldness in her eyes was replaced by a strange heat.

"Sigh...!"

***

As soon as Chief Park Chan-sung left, I changed my clothes. Then I sat on the sofa and quietly rolled my eyes to check my surroundings.

As I expected, there were cameras. Cameras were hidden all around. They were cleverly disguised as wall decorations, but with focus, I could spot them easily. I had better eyesight than an average person.

"About five cameras. They can see everything I do. Hmm~"

It seemed that cameras were only in this room. If other rooms had cameras or wiretapping devices, politicians wouldn't protect Yeonghyejeong.

"Well, I get it. They must be scared to let me loose after causing trouble at the entrance. Who knows what I might do next?"

I couldn't find any wiretapping devices, but I assumed they were there.

It didn't matter.

"Knowing someone's watching… is kind of exciting."

I chuckled to myself. It seemed I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

"Time's dragging."

As I waited, I thought back to what had happened.

I considered the thug a mere character.

A person exists in this fake world. In game terms, an NPC.

Or is it really real? As far as I felt, there was no difference from reality.

Could a hunter's ability create an entire world?

"I don't know."

I discarded the question. There was no clue to deduce anything. Any conjecture would be mere fantasy.

"The real issue is that I tried to kill that thug."

I didn't care if he lived or died. I still don't.

"The problem is that this might happen again. I can't just kill everyone who annoys me."

I didn't want to destroy everything with brute force. It might be fun in the moment, but I might come to regret afterward.

"It would be like using cheat codes in a game."

Killing monsters and NPCs with overwhelming power. It's fun for a short time. But what follows is boredom and emptiness.

There's a reason games have victory conditions. If everything goes as planned, nothing feels new.

"I need to control myself. If possible, just seriously injure; don't kill."

I made a vow to myself. This wasn't a meaningless mutter. It was a promise for my playful life.

To enjoy the game, I needed to act in accordance with its rules.

"Well, I'm impulsive, so who knows what'll happen?"

At that moment, the room's door opened, and the women entered.

"Hello~"

Leading them was a woman with short, wavy, reddish-brown hair. Her plump lips, covered in red lipstick, were sensual.

Her name was Reika.

In reality, the actress playing her was named Na Ah-yeon. She was a married woman in her late 30s with a child. However, she took such good care of herself that she looked like she was in her late 20s.

She was wearing a tight red dress.

Her breasts were a full C-cup. My eye for boobs was never wrong.

"Hehe, a young man, huh? It's rare to see young guys here."

Hera.

A woman with brown hair down to her chest. Her hair had a slight volume, giving her an elegant look.

She was wearing a black dress with a deep neckline and back. The skirt was short enough that sitting down would reveal her panties. She had a flawless figure with the largest breasts among the three, a D-cup.

In reality, she was an actress who had once won a rookie award. Her name was Shin Hye-jin. Her slightly droopy eyes were her charm.

In my memory, she had a pure image, but the woman before me exuded a seductive aura.

"Ah, hello. I'm Mi-young."

The youngest is Mi-young.

She had her long black hair tied back with a rubber band and a youthful face. At most, she looked like a college freshman.

In reality, she was a former idol actress. Her name was Oh Ji-hye. Honestly, I still don't know which girl group she was part of. Considering I don't know, it must have failed spectacularly.

She wore tight peach-colored leggings. The top and bottom were separate, revealing her abs. Her breasts were the smallest of the three, a B-cup, but her waistline was killer.

The outline of her panties was visible through her leggings. Despite her innocent look, she boldly wore a thong.

"..."

I let out a small breath. My body was trembling with excitement. My dick was already half-erect just from seeing them.

"I'm Kang Eugene."

I finished my brief introduction and placed all the money I had, 15 million won, on the table.

"Huh?"

"Let's have some real fun today."

I now have a new bucket list.

I wanted to see the vaginas of the women in front of me and compare them to the real actresses.

I threw off my jacket and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

My eyes were burning. I didn't care about the drinks. My goal was to fuck you all.

As if she could read my mind, Reika, who looked experienced, spoke to me with a troubled look on her face.

"Hey, young man, this isn't that kind of place. It's for drinking and having fun."

Bullshit!

In dramas, they portray it all as innocent. Korean TV is overly sensitive about content.

But this wasn't some drama.

A place becomes the best night bar in Korea without prostitution. Politicians and corporate executives just come here to drink and sing?

Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't believe that.

"...Oh, really?"

"Young man, if you behave nicely, we'll have a great time together."

I half-listened to Reika while holding my jacket in my hand.

"Wait a moment. Just five minutes! Wait here; I'll be right back."

"Oppa?"

I dashed out the door, anxiously taking the elevator down to the third floor.

"Uh... Sir? Is there a problem?"

"No, I just need to step out for a bit."

I exited through the main entrance and went down the stairs. I headed to the nearby ATM corner I had noticed when taking the taxi.

Panting, I arrived at the ATM and started inserting my card. There was some guy next to me, but in my excitement, I didn't even notice him.

"Turning out 15 million won wasn't enough. It would've been plenty at another bar, but... Not here, it seems."

I grinned, withdrawing money from the ATM. After several attempts, I moved to the next ATM once the first ran out of cash.

Reika. Hera. Mi-young.

These three were at the pinnacle of the hostess world. I didn't care how much money it took.

Right now, I am like a horny dog driven by lust.

"Anyway, it's not my hard-earned money."

100 million won.

I stuffed the orange bills into my jacket, bundling them up. The guy next to me was shocked, but I ignored him and headed back to Yeonghyejeong with my bundle of cash.

At the entrance was another thug, not the one I had tussled with earlier. This one looked sly and was taken aback when he saw me, bowing his head.

"You've been well-trained. Good job."

I was in a hurry. Really in a hurry.

The seconds waiting for the elevator felt like minutes. When I finally got back to the room, I felt a rush of exhilaration.

The girls were sitting on the plush sofa, their legs crossed. Their skirts were so short that I could see their panties between their thighs.

"Hey, oppa? Did you just go to the bathroom?"

"Hmm, it seems like he went outside."

I pushed all the snacks and expensive liquor on the table to the side and placed my jacket bundle on it.

When I opened it up, the 50,000 won bills came pouring out in a massive pile.

A mountain of 50,000 won notes. That's the only way to put it.

"A hundred million. Add that to what I had earlier, and we're talking one hundred and fifteen million won. Is this enough to have a wild time? Or is this still not enough?"

The girls gawked at me, their jaws dropped as if I were a madman.