I stared at the dilapidated apartment building before me.
Its name was New Today Apartment.
Built in the late 1980s, it had stubbornly endured to this day. Even at a glance, the building looked run-down and radiated a criminal aura, making it a place ordinary people avoided entering.
I heard over half of it is actually vacant.
The price was cheap, but the notorious rumors of it being a "crime apartment" kept residents away. Most of the surrounding shops were also empty. This was what people called a dead neighborhood.
I walked toward the apartment, careful to avoid the CCTV cameras. While there were cameras outside the building, none were visible once I entered the complex. Even the few that remained were broken.
"This is great so easy to move around."
I avoided the elevator, knowing the CCTV cameras inside were likely working properly.
Instead, I walked up to the sixth floor of the apartment building.
"Building A, Apartment 603."
The door looked exactly like the one I'd seen in the drama.
I retrieved the Hwaryeon Flying Dagger from my smartphone inventory. The hilt fit perfectly in my hand, a satisfying grip.
Since the doorbell was broken, I pounded on the door with my left hand.
"Jang Seongmin! I know you're in there! Open the door, you bastard!"
I deliberately spoke with the angry, menacing tone of a gangster. My black suit added to the effect, though my face might be a bit too handsome for a typical thug... but that shouldn't be a problem.
I sensed movement behind the door. Someone was checking me through the peephole. With a deliberately irritated expression, I declared confidently, "Open the door!"
"You've come to the wrong place. There's no one named Jang Seongmin here," the voice trembled from behind the door. It was working.
"Jang Seongmin! Heard you've been making good money lately. The boss wants to see you! Let's do this the easy way, huh?"
"I'm not Jang Seongmin."
"Fuck!"
BANG!
He kicked the front door with all his might, sending it rattling violently. A dent was visible. With enough force, I could probably smash the door down and barge in.
"Eek!"
"You think I'm fucking joking around? Don't you know who I am? I'm Incheon Pikal, you son of a bitch!"
BANG! BANG!
I kicked the door again and again. All the surrounding apartments were empty anyway. Even if someone were home, they'd pretend not to hear. This was that kind of place.
"L-let's calm down first... Uh, which brother called for me?"
"Brother Kangbae. I heard you borrowed money from us back in the day, right?"
"T-that was all paid back, interest included..."
"Really? Well, Brother Kangbae wants to see you. Open the door and come out now!"
"Um, did you come alone?"
"Fuck! Do you think we need to bring the whole crew to pick up a piece of shit like you?"
"N-no, sir! I'll get ready to come out right away."
I focused intently on the sounds outside.
About three of them, maybe?
They were moving around busily inside.
It wasn't hard to guess what they were planning.
If they were going to listen to me, they would have opened the door already.
These guys were probably going to beat me down and run, whether it was overseas or to some backwater town.
He's probably getting his weapons ready. Maybe a baseball bat or a kitchen knife. He won't have a gun, though. Those are hard to come by in Korea, even if you have money.
Even if he did have a gun, it wouldn't matter. My Yeongcheon Style level is 5. I can't deflect bullets, but I can dodge them using the Yeongcheon Style footwork by watching the muzzle.
About three minutes later, the front door clicked open.
"Yaaaah!"
An aluminum pipe swung at my head.
I didn't panic. Having been prepared, the pipe's swing seemed slow to my eyes. I swung the Iris Sword (???), Hwaryeon Flying Dagger, which I had been holding in my right hand.
The crimson blade sliced through the pipe, leaving a red arc in its wake.
"K-Kal?!"
"Surprised?"
I kicked Jang Seongmin in the chest. He stumbled backward, colliding with the two men behind him, and they all collapsed awkwardly to the ground.
Thud.
I stepped inside and slammed the door shut.
The two men rose, gripping their pipes in both hands.
Jang Seongmin, clutching his chest from my kick, tried to get up. I kicked him again, my boot sinking into his abdomen.
"K-Kal, you carry a knife?"
"You crazy bastard! Think you're some kind of yakuza?"
The two men charged at me.
I stifled a laugh. Their stances were sloppy, their bodies untrained. Compared to the three gangsters I'd faced before, they were practically children.
I don't even need to use Yeongcheon Style's combat techniques.
I dodged the pipe and flicked my blade lightly. I slashed one man across the torso and stabbed another through the chest.
"Aaaaargh!"
The men screamed as they collapsed. I plunged my knife into their necks, ensuring they wouldn't breathe again.
"Aaaah... B-Brother... Please, just this once... Spare me... Please, spare me..."
Jang Seongmin knelt before me, his hands clasped together in desperate supplication. He begged so fervently, I wondered if his palms would burn from the friction.
"Since when have you called me 'Brother'? Do you even know who I am?"
"You're Incheon Pikal of the Bone Steel Faction... Aren't you? Please..."
"That's just bullshit. I'm not part of the Bone Steel Faction, and I'm not Pikal. I'm just a robber."
The blade pointed at Jang Seongmin.
"S-spare me! Please!"
"The reason you're dying... it's always about money, isn't it?"
Just as I was about to swing the knife, Jang Seongmin's pants began to soak through. A puddle of liquid formed beneath his knees.
"Ah, fuck."
I frowned. If it had been a beautiful woman wetting herself, maybe I could have tolerated it. But a burly man pissing his pants was enough to disgust me.
Thwack.
Jang Seongmin's head fell into the puddle of urine.
I hadn't originally planned to behead him, but the acrid stench of piss that stung my nostrils sent my irritation skyrocketing. Without even glancing at the corpse, I went inside to check for any hidden accomplices.
"He's not here. I heard this guy's gang originally had four members. Should I wait here? ...No, there's no need for that."
Either way, all he can do when he returns is report the body or run. I bet he'll run.
"These guys were always Moon Ji-Hyeok's targets anyway."
Jang Seongmin and his crew run an illegal sports gambling website. In the drama, they make over ?6 billion and prepare to flee overseas with the money. But they make a mistake while escaping, leaving a trail that leads Moon Ji-Hyeok to capture them.
"Since we're not at that point yet, they probably haven't amassed the ?6 billion."
I headed to the master bedroom and opened the closet on one side of the wall without hesitation.
Inside were three large apple boxes.
As I pulled them out and checked their contents, a satisfied smile spread across my face.
If each box contains roughly 2 billion won... that's still short of 5 billion.
I decided to count the money in detail later and stored the apple boxes in my inventory.
Let's just dump the bodies here. Too much trouble to go to the sea.
Since I hadn't left any fingerprints or other evidence, I wasn't worried about the bodies being discovered.
Inventory:
1. Apple Box 2. Apple Box 3. Apple Box 4. Hwaryeon Flying Dagger
After a final glance at the gangsters' corpses, I strolled out of the room.
My destination was, of course, Yeong Hyejeong.
4,852,000,000 won.
That was the amount of cash I'd obtained by killing Jang Seongmin and his gang.
If I keep hacking into illegal gambling sites, finding the operators, killing them, and taking their money...
It seemed like I'd never run out of funds.
Of course, this was just a thought. Whether I'd actually carry out this idea remained to be seen.
I had just spent 4.5 billion won of the 4.8 billion.
I'd rented out Yeong Hyejeong for the night.
Yesterday was impossible due to guests, so I made a reservation for today. Fortunately, given the current political climate, Yeong Hyejeong hadn't been attracting many customers lately, making it possible.
The Madam beamed. Though the money was dirty, she didn't seem to mind. Cash is notoriously difficult to trace, and the police wouldn't dare raid Yeong Hyejeong, which enjoys protection from high-ranking officials.
Huff. I hope I can do well today.
Today, I'm taking on a challenge.
134 Misses.
After excluding the 15 who refused sex, I selected all 120 remaining, including the Madam.
And today, I'm the only man in Yeong Hyejeong. The Madam has kicked out all the male staff.
I've been gorging on grilled eel since yesterday for this.
I'm already sitting naked in Yeong Hyejeong's Special Room 6, waiting for them to prepare. My heart is pounding harder than usual today.
Nervous, I gulped down the bottled water on the table.
I know exactly where the cameras are and how I'll look on camera.
Today's footage is crucial. I'll be hyper-aware of the cameras, ensuring I capture the perfect shots.
"...Today, I become a legend."
I steeled myself with the greatest resolve of my life. Even if I died today, I would still shake my hips.
"Honey, did you wait long? I'm ready now~"
The door opened, and Madam entered, completely naked. Not a single thread of clothing covered her body.
Her voluptuously sagging breasts and thick pubic hair. Though I'd seen this body at least once every time I came to Yeong Hyejeong, it still aroused me every time. Who would believe she was in her forties just by looking at her?
"I never thought I'd end up doing something like this... I would never have done it if it weren't for you, honey. And it's just for today."
"I know, Madam."
I glanced behind her.
Reika, also naked, smiled and waved at me. Behind her stood the other Misses, all completely nude.
"If everything's ready... we can start right away, right?"
"The Misses are already aroused. And we've even used Love Gel."
I stood up.
My cock was already fully erect, jutting out proudly.
I walked to the table and subtly pushed it forward, a deliberate move to ensure the camera captured the best angle. I already knew the prime spot for filming.
"Let's all get into a prone position for easy access. Madam, you're first."
"Oh, come on... I'm a little embarrassed with the Misses watching."
Despite her words, Madam glided over gracefully, her high heels clicking rhythmically. She gripped the table with both hands, leaning forward and thrusting her hips back to make it easier for me to fuck her.
Her anus and vulva were fully exposed.
Her vagina seemed to anticipate what was coming, dripping clear, lustful fluid that soaked her dark pubic hair.
The Misses lined up behind her wore expressions of shock at Madam's brazen display.
"Darling, you'd better hurry. We don't have much time."
"I know."
Thwack.
I thrust my cock into her wetness. Her inner walls gripped me as tightly as ever. A legendary pussy remains legendary, no matter how much time passes.
"Mmm~. I always feel this, but your cock is so hard. Like a steel rod."
"Isn't that what you like?"
"That's right... Ahhh."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
I counted each thrust as I rocked my hips.
After exactly ten strokes, I withdrew.
"It's over, Madam."
"Ah... Already? That was too short."
Madam retreated, the sight of her white thighs glistening with dripping fluids was almost pitiful.
But today, I couldn't afford to focus on just one woman. Seeing my resolute expression, Madam smiled regretfully and left the room.
"Next is me. Seriously, how do you even come up with these ideas?"
"Every man has probably imagined something like this at least once."
Reika gripped the table and leaned forward, her bushy pubic hair exposed down to her anus.
I'd overheard Madam mention earlier that Reika was married. Her husband worked in Japan, and they had no children. She kept her pubic hair untrimmed because her husband occasionally returned to Korea. He apparently disliked shaved pubic hair.
Thump, thump, thump!
I thrust my hips forcefully.
"Haa! Haaah!"
I had slept with Reika more than three times at Yeong Hyejeong. Through those encounters, I learned what kind of woman she was. Reika preferred to be fucked hard.
"Ten! Next!"
"O-oppa, please be gentle..."
Lara. A petite woman with a body to match her breasts were a modest A-cup. But her hips were ripe and full, like an overripe fruit.
I gripped Lara's hips with both hands, spreading them wide. Her smooth, pink pussy and anus were exposed.
"Is that Love Gel?"
"Y-yes. I don't get wet easily."
For every woman who gets wet easily, there's one who doesn't.
My cock pierced through Lara's tight vagina, plunging deep inside.
"Just as tight as I remember," I murmured.
I focused intently on memorizing the sensation of her vagina, determined not to forget it. If I'd known it would be like this, I would have leveled up my intelligence stat. That would have helped me remember the feeling even better.
Once again, I thrust exactly ten times before withdrawing my cock. The glistening shaft pulsed with throbbing veins.
After Lara left the room, the next woman approached the table and leaned forward, presenting her rear like the previous one.
"Cherry, it's been a while."
"We've only met once. How do you remember me?"
"How could I forget? You have a mole right below your vaginal opening."
"Oh, you..."
Cherry's pussy was firm and springy.
"Next up... Noah."
I thrust my cock into each of Yeong Hyejeong's Misses' pussies ten times.
There was no time to savor the sensation. Even at 30 seconds per person, with 120 Misses, the whole process would take an hour.
Ten thrusts per Miss meant a total of 1,200 thrusts.
But this wasn't the end. This was just a taste; the real show was about to begin.
"Hooo..."
An hour and twenty minutes later, I caught my breath.
I had finally tasted the pussies of all 120 Misses. I'd come twice during the process, and the floor was now slick with pools of their juices.
"Now the real fun begins."
I climbed onto the table and lay down, striking a pose perfectly suited for the cameras. Whether from the front, back, side, or above, it was the prime spot for capturing every angle.
As I waited with a tense expression, someone climbed onto the table. It was Madam.
Madam's eyes fell on my erect penis, and she let out a wicked laugh.
"Heh heh. You really are remarkably virile."
"Are you going first again, Madam?"
"Someone has to set the example, don't you think?"
Madam grasped my penis, aligned it with her vagina, and lowered herself onto me.
"Mmm."
"Exactly thirty strokes."
"I know, darling. Hngh."
The second round was random cowgirl. A woman would randomly enter, mount me, and grind her hips for thirty strokes before being replaced.
They've put a prize on this, I thought.
I promised a 30 million won prize to any woman who could make me ejaculate in the cowgirl position.
Even the Misses of Yeong Hyejeong couldn't scoff at such a sum.
That day, I ejaculated a total of eleven times in random cowgirl positions.
In short, I spent 4.83 billion won in a single day.
No regrets.