Chapter 22 - A Night You Won't Forget
A door creaked open, and a group of women strutted in. Their perfume mixed with the lingering scent of expensive liquor, filling the room with an intoxicating allure. "Hello~" The one leading them was a striking woman with short, auburn waves. Her full lips, painted a deep, seductive red, curled into a knowing smile. Reika.
In reality, the actress behind her—Anna Ayeon—was in her late thirties, a married woman with a child. But looking at her now, draped in that form-fitting red dress that hugged every curve, she barely looked older than her late twenties. Her body had been sculpted by time and effort, her C-cup breasts subtly outlined beneath the silky fabric.
Jason leaned back on the sofa, arms draped lazily over the backrest, eyes scanning her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. She noticed. "You must be Jason," she purred, tilting her head as she took a slow step forward, her heels clicking against the polished floor.
"Depends. Who's asking?" Her smile widened at my cocky response.
"A woman who's been asked to entertain you." She moved closer, and with each step, the other women followed her lead, spreading out across the room like a well-rehearsed performance. Some leaned against the walls, others perched on the edge of nearby chairs, watching, waiting.
He glanced at the cameras. Five. Hidden behind decorative fixtures, but easy to spot if you knew what to look for. They were watching, recording—whoever sat behind those monitors, probably that sharp-eyed madam, was analyzing my every move. Good. Let them watch. "Quite the welcoming party," He mused, letting his gaze settle on Reika. "Do I get to pick, or is this a packaged deal?"
A few of the women chuckled, but Reika remained unfazed. "You're special," she said, lowering herself onto the sofa beside me, one leg crossing over the other. "So you get special treatment." Her thigh brushed against Jason, warm and smooth. He could see the faintest hint of anticipation in her expression—this wasn't just business for her.
Jason reached out, tracing a slow finger along the inside of her wrist. "Flattering," he murmured. "But tell me, Reika—are you here because you want to be, or because someone told you to be?"
Her eyes flickered with something unreadable. "Does it matter?"
Jason smirked. "It does to me."
For a brief second, she hesitated, then leaned in, her lips just inches from my ear. "I'm here because I'm curious about you." The way she said it, soft yet deliberate filled with flirtatious tone.
Jason leaned back on the plush sofa, his sharp gaze sweeping over the three women before him.
Reika, the red-lipped seductress, watched him with an amused glint in her eyes. Hera, exuding confidence in her plunging black dress, crossed her long legs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. And Mi-young, the youngest, fidgeted slightly, her innocent face at odds with the bold T-shaped outline visible beneath her skin-tight leggings. "Heh, you're pretty young," Hera mused, her husky voice laced with intrigue. "Not often we see a guy like you in here."
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Jason smirked. "Guess I like to keep things interesting." Then, without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and tossed a thick stack of cash onto the table—15 million won, crisp and neatly bundled.
The room fell silent.
The women exchanged glances, surprise flickering across their faces. Mi-young's lips parted slightly, while Reika raised a perfectly sculpted brow. Even Hera, usually unfazed, let her eyes linger on the money a second too long. "Let's skip the formalities," Jason said, rolling his shoulders. "I'm not here for small talk." He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. The air in the room thickened with tension. His gaze darkened as he took in each of them—sizing them up, imagining what lay beneath the fabric.
Reika forced a chuckle, her expression carefully composed. "Young man, this isn't that kind of place. We're here to drink, have fun—"
"Bullshit." His blunt interruption made Reika flinch, while Hera let out a soft exhale, watching him with newfound interest.
Jason leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers tapping against the table. "You expect me to believe Korea's top room salon is just a place for polite drinks and karaoke?" His voice dropped to a knowing murmur. "You think politicians and executives just sip soju and call it a night?"
Reika's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before returning with practiced ease. "We keep things classy."
Jason scoffed. "Yeah? We'll see about that." He grabbed his jacket and stood abruptly.
"Wait, where are you going?" Reika's tone remained smooth, but a hint of curiosity crept in.
"Five minutes." Jason adjusted his collar. "Don't go anywhere."
Mi-young tilted her head, her eyes widening. "Oppa?"
Ignoring their reactions, he strode toward the door, yanking it open with a fluid motion. He moved with purpose, stepping into the dimly lit hallway and heading straight for the elevator.
The moment the doors slid shut, he exhaled. "Time to see what's really going on in this place."
As the elevator descended three floors, Jason's mind worked quickly. If they wanted to act like this place was just for drinking, he'd find out what they were hiding. And if there was a line to cross, he planned to be the one to do it first.
Jason strode back into the room with a swagger, his heartbeat thrumming with anticipation. The three women—Reika, Hera, and Mi-young—were still lounging on the plush sofa, their legs crossed just enough to reveal tantalizing glimpses beneath their barely-there skirts.
Mi-young blinked, tilting her head. "Oppa? Were you in the restroom?"
Hera smirked, swirling a glass of whiskey in her hand. "Mmm. Looks like you stepped out for a bit."
Jason said nothing. Instead, he reached into his jacket and, with a flick of his wrist, dumped a thick stack of cash onto the table. The neatly bundled 50,000-won bills spilled across the surface like a golden waterfall, piling up until they formed a small hill of pure wealth.
Silence.
The women stared, lips slightly parted, their expressions a mix of disbelief and intrigue. Even Reika, the most composed of the three, faltered for a moment before regaining her practiced smile. Jason leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His sharp gaze swept over them. "One hundred and ten million won. That should be enough to make this a night to remember... or do I need to get more?"
Hera let out a low whistle, setting her drink down with a soft clink. "You're either rich, crazy, or both."
Mi-young reached out hesitantly, running a delicate finger over one of the stacks as if to confirm it was real. "Oppa... did you rob a bank or something?"
Jason chuckled. "Let's just say, money isn't an issue for me."
Reika's red lips curled into a smirk as she shifted, her toned legs unfolding in a slow, deliberate motion. "And what exactly are you expecting in return for all this generosity?"
Jason met her gaze head-on. "What do you think?"
The air in the room grew heavier, thick with something unspoken. For a moment, no one moved. Then, Hera leaned in, her voice like silk. "If we say yes... this will be a night you won't forget."
Jason grinned. "That's exactly what I'm counting on."