episode_0047

“Ah…”

Wicheongsan gazes at Sangmun with a bewildered expression.

The long line of loyal mourners stretches out, all directed towards him.

They are there solely to pay their respects to him.

To make Wicheongsan the deceased himself.

With his last shred of trust gone, he rises heavily from his chair.

And takes slow steps backwards.

Approaching the distressed Wicheongsan with ease, she speaks softly.

“Tell me where Sihoo is right now. Then I might spare your life.”

“R-really?”

Even a glimmer of hope flashes in the man’s eyes.

“Of course, I never break a promise once made.”

At her sweet offer, Wicheongsan swallows hard.

Then, looking around, he slowly begins to speak.

“He should be on the 4th floor, in the training room. It’s one of the hidden rooms behind the dressing room corridor.”

“What were you planning to do there?”

An official from Sangmun questions as if interrogating.

At this, the corners of Wicheongsan’s mouth twitch.

“What was I planning… Isn’t it obvious?”

His words were shocking.

Almost unbelievable that such things were happening in Korea.

“Locking a child in a secret room filled with aphrodisiacs. And when they are completely defenseless, rubbing a potion all over their body to absorb through the skin.”

Sangmun’s eyes tremble with anger.

Her hand almost reaches for the gun tucked into her bosom.

“I’ll kill you.”

Anna approaches him, holding a dagger.

She wanted nothing more than to dissect Wicheongsan’s belly piece by piece.

Wicheongsan, who was calmly explaining, is taken aback and shudders.

Sangmun calmly stops Anna and asks again.

“How do you remove the absorbed aphrodisiac?”

“Wipe it off the body within time, feed them an antidote, and it will be excreted through sweat.”

Sang-an’s killer breathes a sigh of relief.

That’s a relief.

But suddenly, one of his words bothers her.

What happens if it’s not wiped off within that ‘time’?

In response, Wicheongsan mutters ominously.

With a very sinister look on his face.

“If not removed, it could be permanently absorbed into the body…”

Both of them are lost in thought, imagining what happened to Sihoo.

Then Wicheongsan slowly looks back at the two killers, surveying them.

“If it’s permanently absorbed… what happens then?”

Sangmun asks, taking a deep breath.

“Well, well. Even a dull girl can become a grown woman.”

Wicheongsan replies with a smirk to her question.

Having sought a way to survive, he looks relaxed.

The chubby man presses a switch on the wall.

Instantly, a mysterious passage appears behind the sofa.

Another reinforcement unit of Wicheongsan has arrived at that passage.

While the owner of the Chinese village called his subordinates behind the building, amidst the fight between the rankers and the building, Wicheongsan ran towards his subordinates.

Sangmun watches him with angry eyes.

“Capture him.”

The officials of Sangmun and Ilsim all grab their weapons and rush towards the pouring Chinese fighters.

Among them is Anna.

Her hazy eyes are fixed on just one of the many Chinese men.

A chubby man running in the distance.

With each step he takes, the fat on his side jiggles.

Clearing the obstacles in front of her one by one, she charges towards him without hesitation.

The silver-haired killer ruthlessly crushes the men’s throats like never before.

Sangmun watches her cruel actions intently.

She thinks to herself.

As long as Anna and Sangmun are here, things will sort themselves out.

The priority now is Sihoo.

He must be detoxified before the drugs destroy him.

Sangmun shakes her head.

Then heads towards the 4th floor, opposite to the ongoing battle.

The 4th floor was as chaotic as the 5th floor.

Upon hearing that Wicheongsan had escaped, the mercenaries also began to scatter.

The massive sliding doors creak open, and women pour out into the corridor.

They were all running towards the central staircase.

The enemy killer scanned through the numerous women to see if there was a name tag.

However, amidst the crowd, it was impossible to pick her out.

Eventually, the enemy commander changed tactics.

In situations like this, it’s quicker to grab the top head.

Soon, the killer spotted a lady in a particularly flashy qipao.

The enemy commander pushed through the crowd and approached her without hesitation.

“—!”

As he suddenly grabbed her shoulder, Sunhwa let out a short scream.

The enemy commander leaned in and asked, “You. Do you know where a woman named Siho is?”

Sunhwa trembled at the sight of his red eyes.

At first, she shook her head in response to the question.

But soon, as the cold barrel of a gun touched her side, her eyes could only well up with tears.

“If it weren’t urgent, I would have killed you right away for being lucky.”

He then roughly pushed Sunhwa’s shoulders, causing the lady to collapse lifelessly to the ground.

Amidst the pouring crowd, the enemy commander headed towards a half-open door.

How wide could this place be to accommodate so many women coming out?

As he peered through the crack in the door, the enemy commander’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

She chuckled as if unable to believe the scene before her eyes.

Except for the hallway, the entire fourth floor was made up of numerous rooms.

Rooms scattered around like a maze, occupying the space.

The enemy commander glanced into one of the rooms that was slightly ajar.

Inside, there was a bed laid out for entertaining men.

A strong herbal scent emanated from the ceiling’s air conditioner.

A brothel indeed.

Were these rooms similar to dens where drugs were consumed and exchanged?

Was Siho somewhere in this place, not already taken by someone else?

This anxiety urged the enemy commander on.

She searched high and low for the room labeled Jasmine.

Sweat dripped from her forehead.

Running around in this space saturated with aphrodisiacs was nothing short of madness.

However, knowing this fact, the enemy commander had no choice but to quickly search for Siho.

She firmly loosened her tight tie.

Then, breathing heavily, she began to fling open doors in a rough manner.

In some places, there were women exposed to drugs for so long that they couldn’t even think of escaping.

They stared blankly at the enemy commander as she opened the door.

The girl, who must have just turned seventeen, smiled mischievously at the enemy commander.

With a strange face that didn’t suit her at all.

The enemy commander sighed deeply at her pitiful state.

Then, she turned her head away from the sight.

“—!”

Her gaze shifted to a particularly ornate room.

Unlike the other rooms, it was so decorated that one couldn’t possibly mistake it for a training room.

It was the ‘Jasmine Room.’

Summoning her last bit of strength, the enemy commander headed towards that room.

And she stared intently at the tightly closed door.

Is Siho in there…?

With trembling hands, she grabbed the handle.

Slowly, she opened the door and peeked inside.

The room was very dark.

Thanks to the light pouring in from outside, she could barely make out the interior.

A round bed came into view.

Unlike the beds in other rooms, this one was unusually large.

It seemed deliberately oversized for various activities.

Soon, a woman lying on the bed with her back turned caught the enemy commander’s eye.

Her thick hips were wrapped in a black qipao.

Sensual curves formed on her smooth pelvis.

Could that girl be Siho…?

Though she couldn’t believe it, she entered the room to confirm the face.

“—!”

The enemy commander instinctively covered her nose with the back of her hand.

The concentration of aphrodisiacs in this room was particularly strong.

She slowly approached the other side of the bed.

The killer, after confirming the woman’s face, could only stare at her blankly.

It was Muhee, who had been the target he had been searching for all this time.

However, the Shihoo he had known until now felt quite different.

From the tightly clinging chifforobe that revealed her belly button.

To the plump breasts that rose prominently, even to the choker.

Unlike the modest and reserved Shihoo she had seen before, this Shihoo was the opposite.

Shihoo’s body was provocative and enticing like a well-groomed young woman.

The killer thinks to himself.

Perhaps the person he found is not Shihoo, but Miho instead.

While pondering this thought, Miho, who had been sound asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

With half-closed eyes, she stared sharply at the killer.

“Shihoo…”

The killer blankly looked down at the woman.

In response, Shihoo stretched like a fox, arching her waist.

The killer gazes at her broad hips.

Did this sensual curve exist in the bland girl he knew?

Due to the chifforobe clinging tightly to her body, Shihoo’s figure was clearly revealed.

In just one day, she had already become a seductive vixen.

“Who are you…?”

Shihoo yawned as she looked up at the killer.

His face turned pale at her reaction.

Her voice was unmistakably that of the Shihoo he knew.

But something about it had become softer and more coquettish.

“You don’t remember me?”

Muhee ruffled her hair as if trying to recall something.

Then, a smile crept onto her face.

“Oh, this voice belongs to Jucksah?”

The jewel on her choker danced.

Like a single bell on a pet.

“Yes.”

Jucksah breathed a sigh of relief.

Since she still remembered her name, there was a chance for salvation.

Let’s take her and decrypt her.

That should do it.

Jucksah slowly approached the child wearing the provocative chifforobe.

As she got closer, her gaze fell on Shihoo’s thighs, which had grown larger than before.

Thanks to the brown stockings that accentuated her skin.

Thigh flesh protruded over the tight stockings.

The flesh was held in place by a garter belt.

Smooth lotion covered every exposed area starting from the thighs to the breasts.

“What is this…”

Jucksah cautiously tried to touch the flesh with her finger.

Shihoo shyly covered her thigh with the hem of her skirt.

She squinted and murmured.

“No… Sunhwa unnie told me to apply lotion meticulously.”

Unnie?

Jucksah’s eyebrows twitched at the word “unnie.”

Shihoo, who disliked the term more than anyone else, said it so naturally.

And to a complete stranger no less.

“Are you okay?”

Jucksah’s pupils, usually calm when facing death or danger, trembled.

She grabbed the young child’s shoulders and shook her.

“What happened exactly? What did those bastards do…”

“What about me?”

Shihoo asked with a mischievous smile.

“Well, this is… You’re not…”

At that question, Jucksah muttered softly.

Surely, the Shihoo she knew was a bartender who could read people’s minds deep down.

Shihoo gently grasped Jucksah’s arm.

Muhee stroked her cheek with her hand.

“Nothing happened. I resisted, and then many unnies came rushing at me together.”

“And they rubbed my body wildly and applied this lotion.”

The rookie Muhee wiped her face with the killer’s hand.

As if applying lotion.

“From here, the collarbone… to the chest…”

Soon, Jucksah’s arm started moving down from the collarbone.

“Like this… Like this… into every nook and cranny.”

Jucksah was taken aback by Shihoo’s actions.

Before he knew it, his hand was caressing Shihoo’s breast.

“Thanks to that, my body could become so beautiful.”

Muhee smiled happily.

“Unnie said my body will grow even more soon. Then you’ll get what you want, Wicheongsan…”

Jucksah couldn’t understand that expression.

That was not a natural smile.

It was a decadent grin that seemed to force everything down.

Juksa wiped the lotion on her fingers onto her clothes.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, she immediately grabbed Siho’s wrist.

“We can’t stay here. Let’s get out now.”

She still believed there was hope.

Hope that this young bartender would return to the one she knew.

But Siho shivered and resisted.

“No, we can’t— I promised to take care of a very important guest today!”

With that rough gesture, Juksa stumbled and fell onto the bed with Siho.

As the bed sank, a strange herbal scent spread through the air like a poison.

Already having consumed countless aphrodisiacs in the air, Juksa had no strength left to resist Siho.

Her body also began to grow warmer.

“Could that guest be Juksa…?”

She turned her head to face the woman with red eyes.

A pink breath escaped Siho’s lips.

“I…”

Juksa stared blankly with unfocused eyes.

Realizing her breathing was becoming labored, she understood that something was wrong with her body.

Siho finally called her ‘unni.’

Juksa’s breathing grew louder.