Ch.2121. Punk City and the Girl?

In a world where technology has advanced to the point where human dignity is reduced to mere numbers, governments inevitably lose their meaning.

Public authority meant to restrain corporations has surrendered to overwhelming capital and technological power, and citizens no longer respond to government mobilization in pursuit of spiritual values.

Only money matters.

In a world where everything is determined by money, the government is merely a puppet and playground for corporations.

That’s why each Megacorp is essentially the lord and king of the region where their headquarters are located.

The Higgjen Group, one of America’s top Megacorps, was no exception.

Colorado state was their kingdom.

Even regular employees of Higgjen were guaranteed better air, better water, and better living conditions.

Executives and their families, positioned higher than regular employees, were guaranteed all sorts of privileges and immunities like nobility.

And the king of this kingdom stood above the law.

A skyscraper that casually ignored rights to sunlight and scenic views.

Not just tall but thick as well, the building monopolized sunlight and scenery in the surrounding area.

As if that wasn’t enough, numerous high-rise buildings clustered tightly around the skyscraper, forming a wall.

Thanks to this, buildings behind the wall lived alongside mold, receiving no sunlight and seeing no scenery.

All these buildings belonged to the Higgjen Group.

This place was both a company building and the home of the Higgjen family.

At the very top of this massive castle, the owner of the building and ruler of this state was conducting business.

“So. The ninjas failed then?”

An elderly man with abundant white hair asked a man dressed like the ninjas who had pursued Amon’s group.

In response to the President’s question, the man knelt apologetically and reported.

“Yes. They lost the targets. All operatives deployed to the scene were defeated and captured by the Holy Knights.”

“Are they alive?”

“All successfully committed suicide.”

“I see. Then we’ll overlook this failure.”

“Thank you for your mercy.”

The old man nodded, dismissing him.

The ninja quietly left the room.

Silence fell in the room where only the old man remained.

The news of the ninjas’ annihilation brought no emotional change to the old man.

To him, the ninjas’ failure was merely like choosing the wrong knife to peel fruit.

Just as people don’t get angry when an apple peeler can’t cut a coconut, the President had no reason to punish or be angry about the ninjas’ failure.

If the ninjas had survived and disclosed information, he might have thought his hand was cut by the knife and replaced it, but that wasn’t the case this time.

The old man decided to assign the ninjas different tasks and read the report.

While reading, the old man placed a finger on his temple and spoke into the air.

“Secretary. Come here.”

Less than a minute after he finished speaking, a man in an immaculate suit entered.

The secretary bowed to the old man and asked why he had been called.

“What can I do for you, Mr. President?”

“This report. Was it written by Manager Bill?”

“Yes. Since it’s an important project, the young master said he would handle it personally.”

“Is that so?”

The old man rubbed his chin and spoke again.

“I’m just asking, but is he still bringing women into the office?”

“…”

“Don’t be nervous. Tell me the truth.”

“Well… he’s recently become fixated on a certain establishment and keeps getting women supplied from there.”

After finishing, the secretary watched the old man’s reaction carefully.

Fearing the President might take out his anger on the innocent secretary after hearing that his son was living obsessed with carnal pleasures to the point of calling women to the company.

But surprisingly, the President’s reaction was calm.

Beyond calm, he seemed to consider it natural.

“Well, he’s still young. It’s actually better this way. People need desires to have ambition, don’t they?”

To the President, this level of flaw in his son was nothing.

If his son had been leaking security information due to his obsession with women, or not doing his work properly, the President would have been furious.

But his son merely called women to his office and lived extravagantly, while still doing his work properly.

Occasionally employees felt embarrassed because he kept women under his desk, but operations still ran smoothly.

Moreover, even objectively speaking, his son was competent.

Even while keeping women around, he did more work than most executives.

He knew when to send women away if necessary, and didn’t mind field work that most corporate people disliked.

His son was so competent that even if he hadn’t been his own flesh and blood, the President would have provided him with a private office.

That’s why the President tolerated his son’s deviations.

The secretary also expressed agreement with the President’s words.

Of course, bringing prostitutes into the company building and enjoying such activities during work hours couldn’t be considered normal,

But what could he do?

The god of this space had declared it normal.

The secretary merely obeyed the word of god.

Seemingly proud of his son, the President read his son’s report again with a subtle smile.

Then, remembering why he had called the secretary, his expression hardened.

The secretary immediately straightened his posture and entered listening mode.

The President asked him:

“Was any important report exchanged while that prostitute was present?”

The secretary immediately took out his pad and checked the work records from that time.

Comparing the times when reports were exchanged with the prostitute’s entry and exit times, there was an overlap.

But looking closely, the young master always sent the prostitute out of the office when discussing reports.

Therefore, the secretary mentioned this fact to defend the young master.

The President was quite pleased with the secretary’s defense.

“Don’t worry. I’m not planning to scold him. It’s a big project, so he must have been under a lot of stress. Such things should be relieved promptly.”

“Phew…”

“But forgiving that prostitute is another matter.”

“Understood. I’ll handle that part.”

The secretary’s loyalty was limited to the young master.

Gone was his appearance of a commoner trembling before the President; in its place was just a cold corporate man.

Thus, one woman’s fate was decided.

Unable to enter the corporate fence, she was a life not worth considering to them.

The secretary immediately left the President’s office and used his connections to order the woman’s disappearance.

It wasn’t even a difficult task.

Nor was it the first time.

How many prostitutes had died since the young master joined the company and was promoted to manager?

To the secretary, this was just another task.

However, the secretary wasn’t completely devoid of feelings about the situation.

“Sigh… he should be more careful.”

The emotions he felt were annoyance and regret.

And that regret wasn’t directed at the woman, but at the young master.

Guilt?

Does that make money?

The secretary checked the calendar on his phone and muttered:

“Still, she lasted a month, so he must have really liked her. He’ll be furious when he hears she’s gone again.”

The secretary shook his head and contacted the establishment the young master frequently used.

“Hey, it’s me. The young master will probably want a new toy. Oh? You just got something new? Send me a picture.”

Ding!

A photo arrived on his phone.

The secretary checked the photo and slowly nodded.

“This should please him. Send her by 6 PM today. Yeah.”

The secretary ended the call and headed to his small office.

His steps carried no guilt or regret whatsoever.

***

Ding-ding

As one prostitute was erased from the world, a new one arrived at the company.

When she entered the company lobby, all eyes turned to her.

‘Wow…’

Though her chest and hips were somewhat lacking, her beauty made up for it completely.

While the security guards were mesmerized by her beauty, she approached the secretary who had come to meet her.

“Hello. I’m Ari.”

“…Are you of Korean descent?”

“Do I look like it?”

When Ari smiled with her eyes, the secretary slightly turned his head away.

Though the secretary was somewhat experienced with prostitutes, the woman before him was top-tier.

‘The madam said she was new…’

He was certain she would become the establishment’s ace within a month.

Perhaps she might even become the young master’s concubine before becoming an ace.

‘At least as a concubine, she wouldn’t die so meaninglessly.’

Prostitute, concubine, wife.

These three had differences like heaven and earth.

At least as a concubine, she wouldn’t be disposed of just for overhearing a phone conversation.

The secretary thought the probability of her reaching such a position was not small.

‘This isn’t some Cinderella story.’

From prostitute to the concubine of a Megacorp heir in one go.

If it happened, this woman called Ari would have hit the jackpot in life.

‘Just in case it happens, I should make a good impression too.’

After calculating, the secretary began guiding the woman with a courteous attitude.

Not so much that she would look down on him, but enough that she wouldn’t feel disrespected for being a prostitute.

He treated her with the level of courtesy usually reserved for vice presidents of foreign branches.

Seemingly pleased with the secretary’s attitude, Ari kept smiling with her eyes.

‘Wow, so this is what it feels like to be enchanted by a fox.’

A Korean proverb he had heard while dealing with Korean businesses came to mind.

It was a strange feeling.

She was clearly beautiful, but didn’t evoke lust.

It was like looking at an admired idol, or a beautiful work of art.

Half-exaggerating, he thought she might even claim the position of mistress with that eye smile.

She had such bewitching charm.

With such thoughts, the secretary guided her to the young master’s office as if entranced.

“He’ll be waiting inside.”

The secretary opened the door to the young master’s office, treating her respectfully until the end.

Ari slightly bowed her head and entered the room.

Click-clack

The room’s owner showed no reaction to the sound of her heels.

Behind a nameplate prominently displaying “Wilhelm Higgjenberg,” the man was busily working.

He didn’t even glance at Ari, focusing entirely on his work.

Afraid of disturbing him, Ari quietly waited.

After about an hour of silence,

Wilhelm, who had been buried in paperwork, finally spoke.

“You pass.”

“Pardon?”

“Most prostitutes try to finish quickly and leave. Women like you who quietly wait for me are rare. Especially someone like you who doesn’t even use their phone while waiting—that’s a first.”

“Well… this is my first time…”

Ari’s pearl-like voice tickled Wilhelm’s ears.

Whether it was her attitude that pleased him, her voice, or her appearance.

Wilhelm nodded gently.

“Then you pass even more. I’m curious, where did you receive such education?”

At his question, she hesitated before sharing her past.

A typical story about being the daughter of a company president, able to attend a prestigious university, but having to sell her body to survive after the company became a dungeon due to a failed experiment.

It was a common story in this world.

But when combined with uncommon beauty and an uncommon voice, a common story became a tragic tale that tugged at the heartstrings.

Wilhelm liked the woman called Ari even more.

‘First time means she’s a virgin… and her background is impeccable.’

If by chance her story was entirely true, this was too much like a romance novel.

Though born into the owner family of a major corporation and living without want, Wilhelm was still a man.

He wasn’t completely devoid of yearning for a fateful encounter.

‘Excellent.’

If by some chance.

Really, if by some chance she became his wife, he was even willing to save her family.

Wilhelm lowered his gaze slightly from her beautiful face.

Flat.

But this wasn’t a disqualifying factor.

Size could be changed with money anyway.

He nodded with satisfaction and beckoned to her.

But she seemed genuinely inexperienced, frozen in place without moving.

Looking around nervously, she asked:

“Do… do you have any monitoring systems here?”

“Huh…”

Monitoring systems.

Internal surveillance systems to track the status and every move of important people in the office.

Ordinary prostitutes didn’t care about such things, but perhaps because she was a company president’s daughter, she seemed concerned.

‘So it wasn’t a lie after all.’

Wilhelm soothed her with a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry. This is my office. Who would dare monitor me?”

All sorts of embarrassing acts took place in Wilhelm’s office.

Even Wilhelm didn’t want to show his buttocks and genitals to his subordinates.

Therefore, there was no such system in this room.

Only then did Ari approach Wilhelm with relief.

And hesitantly caressed his chin—

Slash!

“Fuck. I’m really having the shittiest experiences.”

With a crude curse, she slit Wilhelm’s throat.