+++

    Bzzz.

    Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Seo Hyun-joo glanced at it, a notification displayed on the screen.

    Notification.

    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.”

    +++

    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.

    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.