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Bzzz.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Seo Hyun-joo glanced at it, a notification displayed on the screen.
Please return to “residence” by 6 PM today.
"...."
She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the message. By “residence,” it didn’t mean her own home. Rather, it meant the house of Go Mooyeol, to whom she had been forcefully bound. In other words, she was expected to be at his home by 6 PM.
Her official quitting time was also at 6 PM.
"...."
To be on time, she’d need to leave work early. But refusal was not an option. She belonged to Mooyeol now.
Emilia also received the same message.
“…What the hell. If they were going to do this, they could have just taken me along from the start.”
Unable to voice her complaints loudly, she simply sighed, stewing in frustration. After witnessing the execution of a detective right in front of her, her spirit had been dampened.
She pressed a button on her desk to summon her assistant.
“You called, ma’am?” “I’ll be leaving early today. Please take care of things here.” “Excuse me? N-now?” Her assistant hesitated, murmuring, “You shouldn’t…” but upon seeing Emilia’s sour expression, she understood. “You… you have to go, don’t you…?” "...." “Understood.” “Only bring me urgent reports.” “Yes, ma’am.”
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Returning home, I watched the trainees practice their dance routines, snacking while waiting for my “fun house” to be set up. They always danced so seductively that I could see their skills improving within days. My erection swelled.
Still, I didn’t act on it. This was just the warm-up, a gesture of respect for the big welcome ceremony later.
‘Still, the commute from Songdo to Ganghwa is a pain.’
Lately, I’ve been going back and forth nearly every day, and it takes a solid hour and a half one way. That’s three hours wasted on travel.
‘Rainbow Miracle is also in Ganghwa, and so is Sinmirae Daily, where Seo Hyun-joo works.’
Songdo is mainly a wealthy area and a hub for nightlife, not exactly ideal for respectable businesses—especially not the entertainment business. The fact that Rainbow Miracle is located in Ganghwa is a testament to that.
‘Maybe I should establish a base in Ganghwa. I need to set up a new office for Goryeo Entertainment anyway.’
That abysmal office? I canceled the lease right away. The landlord squawked about cancellation fees, so I buried him in the mountains, and that was the end of it.
‘Or perhaps I should just invest in an AV setup here. The price is a concern, though.’
AV systems are quick and efficient but very costly—both upfront and operational costs. The cheapest models start at around six billion won, and I can’t settle for anything cheap, so we’re looking at 10 to 20 billion won at least.
The problem is I don’t have that kind of cash on hand. I’ve invested 75 billion won, leaving about 8 billion in liquid assets for Goryeo Entertainment.
‘Withdrawing investment funds for an AV purchase would be madness. Setting up an office in Ganghwa is probably the best option. I’ll stay there for the time being.’
I’ll miss my current home, but it’s part of the investment strategy. Once the truth about the incidents tied to this house comes to light, its value will skyrocket.
Bzzz.
The alarm went off. It was 5 PM.
Time to get ready.
Clap, clap.
I clapped, signaling the trainees to stop dancing.
“Well done. Go get ready.” “Hah… Yes, Master.”
The trainees, panting heavily, filed out.
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It was 6 PM. After a thorough bath administered by Seo Eun-mi, I donned a simple robe and headed to the dining room.
There are two dining rooms in the house: one with tables and chairs, and the other a Japanese-style room where I enjoyed nuretaimori (body sushi) with Seong Ye-ji and Seo Hyun-joo’s naked dogeza.
Today, I headed to the Japanese-style room again.
As I approached the sliding doors, about three meters tall, they opened, revealing the scene inside. Chefs lined up on both sides with chests exposed, and at the center, my three fun house members—Lim Su-ah, Emilia, and Seo Hyun-joo—sat in seiza positions facing low tables. Lim Su-ah sat alone on the left, while Emilia and Seo Hyun-joo sat opposite her.
Seo Eun-mi remained behind me, not seated with the others, due to her different status. She was originally from Goryeo Prestige (although she’s a NIS spy), while the others were women I brought in from outside.
In the very center, suspended in mid-air, was Prosecutor Na-eun, completely naked, her legs spread wide apart to expose her vagina and anus.
Even though the room was all-female aside from me, having her arms, legs, and everything else exposed would surely cause her immense shame once she woke up.
I walked down the center.
All the women in the room stood and bowed.
“Welcome, Master.”
They were all instructed to call me Master.
I walked to the center, stopping before the dangling Prosecutor Na-eun. She was still unconscious, her head slumped down.
Slap!
I grabbed both of her ample buttocks with both hands and kneaded them.
“Ugh, mmm,” she murmured.
I squeezed her taut backside and ground my fully erect member against her mound, which brought her back to consciousness. Enough time had passed since she’d been sedated.
“Ah….”
Just as she began to open her eyes, I walked past her to my seat. I sat directly across from her at the far end of the dining room.
Lim Su-ah was seated to my right, Emilia and Seo Hyun-joo to my left.
"...."
Prosecutor Na-eun was now fully awake. She twisted her bound body, trying to assess her situation, then looked at me with a stunned expression.
“You have a distasteful sense of decorum.” “Thank you kindly.” "...."
Tonight’s theme was voyeurism. Since it was dinner time, Na-eun would be showing off every inch of herself for everyone to see while we dined.
Of course, I planned to tease her a bit as well.
After dinner, I’d untie her and have my way with her properly.
“Now that Na-eun is awake, let’s begin the ‘First Annual Fun House Meeting.’” "...."
Emilia made a disgusted face, scrunching up her features before straightening them out. Seo Hyun-joo squeezed her eyes shut and hung her head.
Meanwhile, Lim Su-ah smiled demurely, befitting her status as my number one, though a slight twitch betrayed her discomfort. It seemed none of them were fond of the name. Na-eun’s expression was far from pleased, too.
But does that matter to me? As long as I’m happy with it.
It’s not like it’s an official name for external use—just something we’ll use in our inner circle.
“The purpose of the Fun House Meeting is to foster camaraderie among my members and build mutually beneficial relationships. Right here, we have a police officer, a prosecutor, a journalist, and a businesswoman. And there will be more to come, so the effect of these interactions will only increase.”
I made some remarks about the future of the Fun House Meeting.
As absurd as it sounded, it wasn’t just idle talk. I planned to expand my influence around these women.
While Goryeo Prestige provides everything, that’s at the group level, not my personal ownership.
I want my own power.
And to achieve that, I must use what I have. By leveraging the synergy within this inner circle, I can maximize the growth of my members.
I took a bottle of alcohol and stood up, moving over to Lim Su-ah. She held out a cup politely.
Pour.
I poured a drink for her, then moved to Emilia and poured hers, and finally poured a drink for Seo Hyun-joo.
Lastly, it was Na-eun’s turn. I planned to feed her the drink directly, mouth to mouth.
“A toast to the Fun House Meeting!” “To… to the meeting….”
The women raised their cups weakly, and I downed my own, then grabbed Na-eun by the chin and kissed her.
“Mmph!”
She offered no resistance and opened her mouth. As I poured the alcohol into her mouth, she swallowed it down, gulp by gulp.
Squeeze.
I pulled her close while kissing her, rubbing my erection against her lower abdomen and fondling her buttocks.
I kept kissing her for a long time, until I felt satisfied, then finally broke away.
“Haa….”
Her face flushed a little. I wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from arousal, but it made her look even more beautiful.
Snapping my fingers towards the chefs, I returned to my seat as several carts wheeled into the dining room, each carrying various dishes.
“Now that we’ve had a drink, let’s eat.”
Meals were placed before each woman, with one trainee assigned to each of them. Tonight’s theme was nyotaimori (body sushi).
“Ah….”
Emilia, seeing this for the first time, was left gaping, and I snapped a photo of her bewildered expression to save it.
The last trainee was assigned to Prosecutor Na-eun. Since she was suspended in midair and couldn’t eat, she was going to receive service instead. That was the plan from the beginning.
The trainee with long, flowing hair knelt and pressed her face into Na-eun’s groin.
“Ahh…?!”
She began to lick and service Na-eun.
“This is nyotaimori, the highlight of our Fun House Meeting. As for how to proceed, you can refer to Hyun-joo for guidance.”
“Huh? Me…?”
Hyun-joo’s face turned ashen as everyone’s gaze shifted to her, and reluctantly, she picked up her chopsticks.