episode_0071

“In Korea, the snow is swirling fiercely, but here, it’s living high.”

I thought it would be humid since it’s an island country, but the weather was quite dry.

With not a single cloud floating in the clear sky, the weather couldn’t be better.

“They say that during Korea’s winter, the Philippines is in its dry season and the temperature is just right.

It’s the peak season, with crowds flocking due to the perfectly pleasant weather, so even airplane ticket prices reportedly rise in tandem.”

“Yeah, that seems about right.”

I immediately agreed.

However, I soon glanced sideways with a slightly deflated voice,

“…But did you come all the way here to work?”

Having finally shed my suit, I was dressed in loose Hawaiian shorts and slippers, looking like a tourist to anyone.

On the other hand, Woo Miae, who accompanied me, insisted on wearing her suit till the very end.

Despite the hot weather, she insisted on a skirt that covered her knees and even a jacket.

She even retied her necktie, proclaiming it with pride.

“Of course.

This is also serving Young Master, so isn’t it clearly work?”

“So, you mean you were invited today to enjoy yourself for a day?”

“Well.

That invitation didn’t come from a terribly dangerous character, did it? Besides—”

*Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech!*

We were standing in the airport parking lot, when a car alarm blared wildly in the distance.

“Huminto ka diyan! Tigil!”

On top of that, a chase was unfolding in the distance, accompanied by unfamiliar languages.

It seemed like someone had been pickpocketed, as a man chased a small-framed man wearing a baseball cap.

This was an international airport, even if it was just a parking lot.

At that, Woo Miae glanced at me with prideful, narrowed eyes, as if to say, ‘See?’

“Furthermore, we have no security today.

In this situation, shouldn’t I at least stay vigilant?”

“It seems… the public safety isn’t so good here.”

“It’s a country where politics are highly unstable, drugs run rampant, and regional sentiments are strong.

Despite being famous for tourism, there are even forbidden zones in the south, so it’s a dangerous place where we shouldn’t let our guard down.”

Hoo, she sighed, then,

“…I swallowed my stubbornness and followed Young Master’s words, but isn’t this excessively reckless? This is like charging naked into an enemy trench.”

“Bringing security guards would be an even bigger problem.”

As the expected car still hadn’t arrived, I picked my ear with my finger while standing with one leg bent, then,

“They even sent first-class plane tickets, telling us to enjoy ourselves and build rapport, but if we show up with a bunch of bodyguards, it clearly gives the nuance that we’re going to fight.

Today, let’s just observe the situation comfortably in tourist mode.”

“However… this isn’t Korea; it’s the Philippines.

They can point a gun at us at any time, and that guy clearly received orders from Young Lady Soeun—”

“Ha… Do you think that guy is trying to mess with us right now because he’s so head-over-heels for my sister?”

“? Is he not?”

Woo Miae blinked her eyes slightly foolishly, uncharacteristically.

Miae handles work coolly and efficiently, but sometimes she has a naive side.

The opponent is a big shot who manipulates the casino industry, controlling the area by offering enormous sums of money to not only the police but also the political sphere.

Would such a person really listen intently to the words of a tomboy who ruined a perfectly fine company by acting on her whims?

When he finally moves his heavy backside, it’s always based on solid reasons.

No matter how much he cherishes his wife, him personally making a move is purely business.

“It’s my wallet.

They heard news that I made a lot of money, like a sudden millionaire, so they’re trying to piggyback on my sister’s information to rob me. They just want to quietly empty my wallet; it would be troublesome if they took me hostage and caused an international incident.”

“Then… in what way?”

“He’s a guy who operates massive casinos across Asia.

How do you think he’s going to extract money?”

“……Ah, ah! I see.”

Woo Miae quickly realized it was a foolish question.

It was obvious.

Roulette tables, Baccarat, cyber horse racing, and so on.

He’ll seat me at a carpeted table and try to suck me dry.

He’ll want to stick a straw into my company, which overflows with honey, and drain it to the marrow.

As is always the end for gambling, he’ll approach me softly and somehow lead me to ruin.

“Then how will Young Master deal with it?”

At that, I ripped a grin.

I grinned and answered, thinking it would be thrilling if that entertaining scenario came true.

“It’s about time I made my entrance.

That’s why I told you to collect a lot of ‘that,’ didn’t I?”

“……? Are you referring to ‘that’?”

My secretary, whose face showed she still didn’t quite grasp it even after hearing.

Well, there’s no need to tell her now.

If she doesn’t know, she’ll get to see an amusing show soon enough.

*Screech!*

“Hm?

…Ah! Young Master, it’s here. It’s the exact license plate number you gave me.”

“Hah… For VIP treatment, they sure made us wait a long time.”

Finally, a black sedan approached and stopped.

I thought it was some new kind of psychological battle, but two dangerous-looking men in suits got out from the driver’s side and nodded their heads up and down.

‘…This bastard doesn’t even bother to hide that he’s tied to a gang.’

As if claiming this island country’s land as his territory, he didn’t even try to hide the overflowing scent of danger from our very first meeting.

The nuance that he wanted to ‘cook’ me with an invitation clearly showed it was a half-hearted charade.

“Hello~ Sawasdee krap!”

However, I pretended not to know and let it pass.

For now, I smiled widely and greeted them in a friendly manner, appearing like a simple tourist, which eased the tension of the men.

“……Young Master, that’s a Thai greeting.”

“Ah.”

As Miae whispered into my ear, I awkwardly lowered my clasped hands.

*

The car drove towards a certain hotel.

We entered the parking lot with another car, but the lounge we used was different.

As expected, we got out in a secluded parking lot that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to use, and rode an elevator that was always waiting for special guests.

The elevator, with no floor numbers marked, opened, and men armed with guns greeted us.

Guided by them, we followed along, and guards in casual clothes, lounging about but with double and triple security, swung open the door.

And inside,

“Ah! Oppa, you’re here?”

Cha Soeun, lounging on a long sofa with her legs stretched out, drinking from a champagne glass.

And some worm, with an arm covered in messy, worm-like tattoos, wrapped around my sister’s shoulder.

“Oh, you’ve arrived, Hyung-nim!?”

It was him.

As soon as he saw me, he sprang up and greeted me warmly with bare feet.

Victor de la Cruz.

A man known to some as a gang boss, and to others as a cold-hearted businessman.

Superficially, he was said to be of Filipino nationality, but no matter how much one dug, his origins remained a mystery.

It was unclear if his name was even his real name, and his identity itself was ambiguous from the start.

Furthermore, his appearance was so striking that it was impossible to pinpoint.

His slightly tanned skin color was clearly Southeast Asian, but his distinct features gave the impression of mixed Caucasian heritage.

On top of that, his physique was quite large.

Broad shoulders, a dragon tattoo crawling up his arm, slightly shorter than me, and long, braided dreadlocks.

*Grin.*

When he smiled, all his exposed teeth were gold, as if he’d had them all extracted and replaced.

And several rings, worn like a rapper shooting a music video to show off money.

Southeast Asian skin.

Caucasian features.

Black gang boss style.

‘…What kind of bibimbap of races is this?’

I’d seen photos, but seeing him in person was truly a sight to behold.

It felt like he had become the very embodiment of the slogan “can’t adapt due to cultural differences.”

Anyway, as Victor-whatever-his-name-was greeted me, Cha Soeun also put down her champagne glass.

Wearing a red dress that looked as if she was wrapped directly in silk, she stood before me and said,

“Welcome, Oppa.”

“My brother-in-law sent an invitation, were you involved too?

Hmm…… I don’t think our last meeting was particularly good.”

When I probed, pretending ignorance, my sister smiled warmly and said,

“He called us to reconcile!

No matter what, too many harsh words were exchanged between family. I begged my husband to build a bridge for you, Oppa♡”

A voice full of aegyo.

A quick bend at the waist and a cute, feigned wink.

‘…Clearly just acting, what’s with this?’

It was blatantly obvious.

Just as I thought it was fortunate my sister didn’t debut in the entertainment industry,

“That is so!”

Fluent Korean.

It was the same when he came to greet me; his accent was just a bit unique, but this racial “bibimbap” was proficient in Korean.

“There is nothing more important than family in the world. Especially not strangers, family should not fight but remain close.”

Then he grabbed his furrowed brow,

“Look at me, please.

There was so much family opposition to my marriage with Soeun, wasn’t there? I even learned Korean to ask permission to date Soeun, but my father-in-law wouldn’t even meet me, so how ‘so sad’ I was….”

“Th-that happened?”

“It was so!

Even if casinos are unfamiliar in Korea, I am an entrepreneur who works diligently in my own way.”

He looked dejected.

He genuinely lamented as if the fact that he couldn’t get permission to marry from Cha Seongtaek while he was alive gnawed at his bones.

Soon, as if his bipolar disorder flared up, he raised his voice from zero to a hundred.

“But today, I am so touched! That Hyung-nim would personally accept my invitation and come to meet me!”

He took my hand without permission and shook it wildly.

“Even if it’s not my father-in-law, the fact that Hyung-nim, who is now the head of the family, has come, must mean you acknowledge me at least a little, right?”

“No, well… an invitation just came.”

“Thank you, and thank you again!

It was a marriage that didn’t receive the family’s blessing, but I’m truly grateful that Hyung-nim seems to accept me as family.”

Victor bowed his head deeply, as if unable to contain his overflowing emotions.

It seemed like he was about to squeeze out tears, genuinely blessing this day.

‘Ha… What a dedicated performance of bullshit.’

I just came because he told me to, but he’s here beating his own drum and playing his own janggu.

His snatch-and-grab act of claiming he received permission made my cheeks itch, but,

*Click!*

…For now, guns nearby are scary, so I cursed internally.

Furthermore, this ridiculous show didn’t stop there,

“This isn’t right… I can’t just thank you with words!”

*Snap!*

He expertly snapped his fingers, and a subordinate brought over a golden chip case, which he handed to me.

When I took it, the heavy sensation felt like real gold, and when I opened it, wondering what it was, of course, there were chips inside.

The “bullets” used for gambling in a casino.

There were exactly 10 of those chips in the gold-plated case.

“It’s a total of 1 million dollars.”

“1 million?! Only this much?”

Looking closely, the black-rimmed chips had “” written on them, and five beautifully cut diamonds were meticulously embedded.

Just one chip was 100,000 dollars.

The diamonds seemed to have been needlessly overdone, perhaps to inflate the chips’ perceived value.

“Yes, I will give them all to Hyung-nim, so please enjoy yourself to your heart’s content from now on!”

With that, he ripped a grin.

He revealed his gold teeth, sparkling under the ceiling lights, and smiled purely yet wickedly.

‘Ah… dazzling.’

…There was something plastered all over him that made me angry.

He’s a lump of unlikability; I can’t adapt to this bastard from the start.

I realized my sister had thoroughly only looked at her husband’s money.

“Alright. Well then… it’s short-term, but since you invited me, I’ll enjoy myself and then leave.”

“Yes!

Ah! I’ll even give you the key to a top-tier hotel room, so please rest comfortably, Hyung-nim!”

With greetings exchanged, we quickly parted ways.

It seemed their only purpose was to greet me and provide seed money, as they didn’t hold onto me for long.

With that, I turned around.

Having confirmed who we were dealing with, I left the room with these suspicious chips that were clearly bait.

* * *

“Even if it’s bait, to just hand over a million dollars worth of chips right from the start?”

In response, Victor took a puff from the bubbling hookah beside him instead of answering.

The smell was so foul that I found it repulsive to even put my mouth near it, but he puffed it well and then exhaled upwards.

“Oh, Soeun. That was us presenting the starting stake.”

“Stake?”

As I typically asked back cutely,

“Hyung-nim, you’re doing well in Korea, aren’t you?

Then this is different from giving someone a little money at a time and eating them alive. We have to start strong so they can’t find fun in anything less than that amount.”

“Hmm… Will Oppa get addicted to gambling?”

“Hahaha! So far, there hasn’t been a single person who didn’t get hooked after being given that much, Soeun.”

Victor grinned, showing his gold teeth, then,

“Within a few months, they lost all the money they were given and were out.

On top of that, they even put up their company, as well as their children and wives, as collateral.”

“Hmph.”

When I reacted with disinterest, Victor sprawled out on the sofa and took another puff from the hookah.

He was truly like a loan shark.

A loan shark who would suck the marrow out of his opponents.

“Then, Victor, if you’re pushed that far, will you bet on me too?”

“Hahaha.

Honestly, what kind of joke is that?”

Victor hugged me tightly.

I wanted to pull away when he was smoking, but this time, since it was a job I’d requested, I endured it.

“I am the casino.”

“The casino?”

*Grin.*

“The casino never loses money.”

*

“Ah, damn it, this is utterly boring.”

Diamond black chips, housed in a golden case.

I blew through them all in an hour and returned to the hotel room.

The reason was simple.

It was simply no fun.

I hadn’t gambled before, so I tried it out, feeling like I was learning various games, but in the end, I couldn’t stand the boredom and just went all-in on roulette, ending it cleanly.

It was literally a series of narrow losses, but rather than feeling angry from emotional exhaustion, it was just a tedious time.

‘Is this really fun?’

Gambling, which others say makes dopamine burst.

Something felt off, so I reconsidered, and upon reflection, I wondered if my brain was already broken.

Perhaps because I was already accustomed to playing with trillions, even winning hundreds of millions of won brought no pleasure or craving, and conversely, even if hundreds of millions evaporated, I felt no regret.

It was just boring.

Anyway, statistically, casinos are a fraud that always come out ahead.

So,

“Hey, if you’re all ready, come out quickly.”

At this point, I changed the direction of my ‘tourism.’

I had intended to study the rules of gambling thoroughly, just in case I might need them later, but I gave up on all of it.

I abandoned everything and ordered a ‘special room service’ to fulfill my original, faithful desires.

*Creeeaaak…*

Feeling restless, I urged her towards the dressing room, and the door opened as if reluctantly.

No matter how much she tried to muster courage, she clearly lacked the confidence to come out openly, so the figure emerged one step at a time, like a shy girl.

Red high heels shyly stepping onto the carpet.

Black fishnet stockings clinging to trembling thighs and calves.

A tight black swimsuit-style leotard covering above, a choker on her neck, and even a bunny tail visible when her hips swayed.

There were even heart-shaped nipple pasties slightly peeking out, meant to cover her nipples.

Bunny girl.

An outfit made solely to tempt males.

The person wearing the bunny girl outfit, which was arousing just to look at, was naturally,

“Y-Young Master! No matter what, to make me wear such an outfit…! Ugh…♥”

My secretary.

Woo Miae, biting her lip tightly in the humiliating outfit.

*Grin.*

Watching that, I rubbed my erect cock.

My sperm-filled cock, throbbing and aching to fuck the bunny girl whole, pulsed up and down as I savored the feeling.

Why bother with gambling, having come all the way to a casino?

I should just make my secretary cosplay as a bunny girl and have fun pounding her into a mess.