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Unable to stay at her own place, Yoon Hayeong found herself receiving help from Seo Hyun-joo. Somehow, Hyun-joo had found out about her situation and contacted her first, offering a place to stay for a while.
"Come on in."
"Th-thank you…."
Yoon Hayeong, hunched over with nerves, carefully took off her shoes and stepped inside. As the team leader of a well-known media company, Hyun-joo’s home was reasonably well-kept. Even if it was a rented apartment, it was around 1300 square feet with a sleek interior design, and most of all, the view of the cityscape from the living room was beautiful.
"You can stay in that room. There’s a bathroom attached."
"Um, excuse me…!"
Hyun-joo had just finished giving minimal directions and was about to head to her own room when Yoon Hayeong called out, stopping her.
"Thank you for letting me stay… And I’m sorry… for everything. Especially… for that time…"
"…."
Hyun-joo, watching her visibly deflate, sighed.
"Just take a shower and get some sleep."
"…."
With that somewhat cold response, she walked into her room, leaving Yoon Hayeong to bow awkwardly towards the closed door. After standing there for a few seconds, she hesitantly made her way into her own room.
"…This room alone is bigger than my entire place."
Her own apartment, now a mess, cost her 1.2 million won a month for just about 130 square feet.
In Ganghwa, where real estate is pricey, she could almost accept that cost, but it wasn’t the main issue.
Shouldn’t people at least be able to live decently?
Her bathroom was so cramped that it barely had enough room to use the toilet and wash up; for a proper shower, she had to use a communal bathroom at the end of the hallway shared by the entire floor.
For air conditioning or heating, she had to go ask the tenant in room 1 on each floor to turn it on.
There were countless other ridiculous conditions like that.
And yet, they still charged her 1.2 million won every month.
"Crazy bastard."
It’s no wonder she cursed under her breath.
She remembered the fight with her landlord. That pig of a woman demanded that she cover the costs of replacing the wallpaper and flooring due to the recent events, threatening to take it out of her deposit if she didn’t pay.
A wave of sighs and disgust washed over her.
How can someone,
While she’s trembling in fear after what she’s been through,
Say something like that?
If it hadn’t been for the presence of the police, she probably would have slapped her.
‘Why is this my fault….’
Why was she getting all this grief?
She was just the victim here.
Plop.
She stripped off her clothes and entered the bathroom. The attached bathroom alone was about the size of her entire studio.
"…."
There was a bathtub partitioned off with glass on one side, and a shower booth in front of it. She turned on the shower.
Shhh.
Warm water cascaded down, quickly filling the bathroom with steam, obscuring her reflection in the mirror.
"That filthy excuse for a human being… I wish they’d just die…."
The next morning.
There was still some time left even after breakfast.
Hyun-joo sipped her coffee while checking her phone.
"…."
From behind her glasses, Yoon Hayeong watched her, nervously sipping through a straw. She felt awkward. They weren’t the type to casually chat, so it was uncomfortable, to say the least. This was about as close as they’d gotten recently.
"Um… Team Leader."
"Yes?"
"You don’t use a household robot?"
"I do."
"But where…?"
"I recently ordered a new one. It was supposed to arrive on the delivery date, but they suddenly delayed it. So I’m going without for a bit."
"Oh… I see…."
Silence settled again. Then,
Hyun-joo put her phone down.
"Ms. Yoon."
"Y-yes?"
"About what we talked about before, can you handle it today? If it’s too much, don’t force yourself, considering everything that happened yesterday."
"About…?"
"The list of those cleared. I need it so I can capture it and post the article."
"Oh…!"
The list of those cleared!
Memories of yesterday flashed through her mind.
The shock upon learning Rainbow Miracle was cleared,
The sickening smell of blood at the Dream First execution site,
And Prosecutor Lee Na-eun’s words that had stuck in her mind like a blade.
‘Haha… Yesterday was really….’
It was,
A fantastic day.
"Can you keep going with the special prosecution?"
"…."
To be honest, she wasn’t sure. Forget the fear—could she hold on with her resolve wavering like this every day?
‘….’
Prosecutor Lee Na-eun’s words, clear as day, resurfaced and stirred her again.
"I… I don’t know…"
"…."
"What should I do? Am I even on the right path…?"
"What happened to the old you? The one who’d fight tooth and nail whenever I suggested reviewing an article, claiming your writing was flawless."
"…."
She bowed her head. She had no response.
Hyun-joo silently stood up and placed a card on the table—a luxurious black card with golden trim.
"Take a break for a while. I’m leaving the card, so order food with it."
"W-what? No, that’s too much…!"
But Hyun-joo had already left for work.
"…."
Bzzz.
Her phone buzzed.
"…."
Was this even real?
Yoon Hayeong felt baffled, but soon, she smiled.
Amid her increasingly bleak feelings, a small warmth began to seep in.
"Thank you… Team Leader…."
Lunch.
As a small gesture of gratitude, Yoon Hayeong thoroughly cleaned every corner of the house. Then, with the card Hyun-joo had given her, she ordered a burger. Considering Hyun-joo had been so thoughtful—even going so far as to send that odd text—it felt rude to refuse.
But then,
"Why is the payment amount… like this?"
Something was off.
She had ordered the "Quattro Maximum Meat Onion Focused Amazing Ultimate Grilled Patty for Super Meat Freak Premium Legend Cheese Steak Burger Set" for 10,900 won, with a 5,000 won delivery fee, totaling 15,900 won. But when she checked the payment, it was only 1,590 won.
Thinking it was an error, she reviewed the details and found a 90% discount applied.
‘Was there an event?’
She checked but found no event, no coupons either.
Out of curiosity, she tried another restaurant.
"Another 90% discount."
She canceled the payment and tried another.
"This one too…!"
She checked five different places, and each showed a 90% discount.
By then, she realized something must be unique about the card.
Examining it closely, she noticed:
"Koryo… Prestige…?"
The issuing bank wasn’t Koryo Card but Koryo Prestige.
"A royal exclusive…?"
And then, there it was—a peculiar inscription.
"Koryo Prestige Royal Exclusive VIP Card? Why would the Team Leader have something like this-"
As her thoughts spun, her eyes widened in realization.
"Could it be…?"
That same uneasy feeling washed over her.
Her blood ran cold, and every nerve was on edge.
"Did you do it right?"
"Yes. She’s meticulous and sharp, so she’ll definitely notice."
"Good."
I slowly mulled over Hyun-joo’s report as she stood there, naked.
We’d taken Yoon Hayeong in, unable to stay at her place.
Let her rest for a few days, and given her a card to use.
That card, specially issued for my toys, provided perks beyond what anyone could imagine.
Up to ten million won limit, with a 90% discount on all purchases.
Of course, it only worked within the range of Koryo Group’s influence, but that’s practically synonymous with the entire country. It meant she could live with a 90% discount on everything, up to ten million won each month.
Given how absurd the card benefits are, anyone perceptive would be curious and dig a bit deeper, eventually finding the name "Koryo Prestige" or something like that.
‘Then, she’ll start to wonder why Seo Hyun-joo has such an unbelievable card.’
There’s only one reason.
That assault, back when she was called to a mansion for supposedly failing to guard a subordinate.
If not for that, there’s no reason why Seo Hyun-joo would be associated with Koryo Prestige.
At least, not from Yoon Hayeong’s perspective.
"Good work. Now, come here and suck."
Spreading my legs, Hyun-joo, who’d been standing naked, quickly knelt between them. She parted her red lips and took my cock into her mouth.
Slurp,
Suck.
She pressed her nose against my groin, her glasses fogging up as she swallowed me whole, then pulled back until only the head was left between her lips.
She repeated this rhythm quickly.
"When you come by tomorrow, make sure to act as suspiciously as possible. We want Journalist Yoon to follow you."