Fortunately, Minji hadn’t plastered my dick all over the villa.

There weren’t models of it in every corner, paintings inspired by it hanging on the walls, or printouts of the photo I’d accidentally sent her displayed like fine art.

It was limited to the banners I saw while approaching from the AV, the statue in the main hall, and a few subtle patterns worked into the décor.

Thank God.

I mean, sure, I’d survived the initial shock, but the thought of my dick being immortalized all over this expensive mansion? Absolutely horrifying.

‘She doesn’t actually like dicks. She just wanted …