Seo Hyun-joo had spilled the expensive liquor but was too distracted to even notice.
All her attention was fixed on Seong Ye-ji, who was serving as the nyotaimori model.

Well, I couldn’t blame her. I was staring too.

“Kuh... This is perfect. Just what I wanted.”

The women who had carefully set Seong Ye-ji on display bowed lightly and left the room.

Despite lying down, Seong Ye-ji's voluptuous chest stood proudly, with a delicate slice of salmon resting on her nipples.
Further down, her torso was adorned with an assortment of sashimi—tuna, flounder, snapper—all arranged perfectly across her …