Into the Creations

Ma Bong-chun had secretly drilled a hole in the best room.

The hole was cleverly concealed by lighting, wall decorations, and potted plants, making it nearly impossible to detect unless someone got unusually close.

Normally, it was completely hidden by wall decorations, so even the cleaning staff hadn't discovered it.

The hole could be seen from the adjacent room, a storage area. It was a narrow, smelly space, but once you got used to it, it was bearable.

'I can't let Ra-young be in danger. I need to keep an eye on her.'

It was all for Ra-young.

If the customers behaved like gentlemen, he wouldn't intervene. But if anyone caused trouble for Ra-young, he would quietly step in and handle the situation.

He didn't stop Ra-young from going out for second rounds. It infuriated him, but he respected her choices.

Ma Bong-chun peeked through the hole.

The young guy had Ra-young on his right arm.

Her neat black hair, perky chest, and slim waist were accentuated by a tight white dress that clung to her body. The short skirt revealed glimpses of her white lace panties between her legs.

The young man had his arm around Ra-young's shoulder, but it was fine. Ra-young was smiling and didn't seem uncomfortable.

'That's far enough. Just drink quietly and leave.'

The sound of women's laughter echoed.

Most of the hostesses were used to dealing with customers in their 40s or older, so having a young customer visit was a refreshing change. The young man was also generous with tips, so the women's forced smiles soon turned genuine.

The alcohol flowed, and the atmosphere heated up.

They started a simple drinking game—a numbers game. The penalty was striking a sexy pose. The more provocative the pose, the more tips the guy handed out. Some of the women even intentionally lost to receive the penalty.

'Ra-young!'

Ra-young made a mistake in the game and had to perform the penalty.

She pulled a chair from the corner, spread her legs wide, and sat down, leaning forward slightly to emphasize her chest.

'As expected, Ra-young! She's the sexiest!'

Ma Bong-chun nodded repeatedly. The young man seemed to agree, handing Ra-young a 200,000 won tip. When it came to spending money, this guy didn't hold back.

Buzz, buzz.

The smartphone in his pocket vibrated. Ma Bong-chun frowned and checked the caller.

It was the madam.

He had no choice but to leave the storage room.

"Yes, Madam. No, I was just in the restroom. Ah, a troublemaker? Yes, I'll handle it. First floor? Got it. I'll take the guys and head over right away."

Ma Bong-chun glanced back at the room where Ra-young was. He was reluctant to leave, but he had no choice.

He gathered his men and approached the troublesome customer.

"Sir, this is getting out of hand. Let's keep it reasonable, okay?"

He spoke with a stern expression. Usually, this would intimidate most customers, as people generally feared gangsters.

But today's troublemaker wasn't like most.

"You punk! Do you know who I am?! Huh?! I'm a former prosecutor turned lawyer! I've put scum like you behind bars! You know Kim Hwan, the crazy prosecutor?! You know him or not?!"

The drunk man swayed as he pointed aggressively. Ma Bong-chun quickly softened his expression.

'Damn it.'

This wasn't an ordinary person. He was a former prosecutor turned lawyer. In some ways, he was even more troublesome than a politician.

If handled poorly, it wouldn't just be Ma Bong-chun who suffered—the entire establishment could be shut down, and the organization could take a hit. In South Korea, gangsters didn't hold as much power as people thought.

"Ah, sir! My apologies! Lawyer Kim Hwan! Of course, I know you!"

Ma Bong-chun and his men bowed repeatedly in front of the drunk man.

"Huh? You punk. If you know who I am, then show some respect. Bring more drinks! And sit down! I'm going to give you some advice! What are you doing?! Sit!"

Ma Bong-chun shot a pleading look at the madam, but all he got in return was a bitter smile.

Even the madam couldn't help but fear a former prosecutor turned lawyer.

In the end, Ma Bong-chun had to endure over an hour of the drunk man's rambling. He envied his men, who had slipped away to deal with other customers.

"You've had a rough night, Manager Ma. There's only one customer left now. He's fine, so you can go rest."

Ma Bong-chun, who knew exactly who that last customer was, shook his head.

"Madam, I need to see this through to the end."

"What's gotten into you, Manager Ma?"

"What do you mean? I do my job properly sometimes. Ah, I'll step out for a smoke. Dealing with that lawyer drained me."

"Alright. Take a break."

Stepping outside, Ma Bong-chun breathed in the cold early morning air and sighed.

'This sucks.'

There was no glamorous life for a gangster. Once a frontline enforcer, he was now just a security guard at a bar. If he'd been as smart as the other executives, he might've had an easier job, but unfortunately, he wasn't that bright.

He wanted to quit, but doing so would cut off the organization's funding, and he'd face their retaliation.

"Ra-young. How's our Ra-young doing?"

After finishing a cigarette, he headed back to the storage room with the peephole.

"...!!"

His eyes widened in shock as he peered through the hole.

"Ahh! Ahh! It's so big! I love it! Oppa, more! More, fuck me harder! Ahhh!"

Ra-young and the young man were having sex on the table.

Both were completely naked, with the young man thrusting from behind.

Ra-young's porcelain-like skin glistened under the light, her perky chest bouncing with each movement.

She was on all fours on the table, moaning with pleasure.

"Ahh! Hngg! It feels so good!"

"Ra-young. How does my holy cock taste?"

"Ahh! It's amazing! This is my first time experiencing something like this! Oppa, fuck me harder!"

"Let's get serious now."

Kang Eugene slapped Ra-young's buttocks with his palm.

Smack!

"Ahh!"

Ra-young's hips twitched. Eugene spanked her as he thrust, her pussy tightening with each slap.

"Ah! Ra-young's pussy feels amazing. You like it too, right? How does it compare to the other cocks you've had?"

"Mmm. It's good. Oppa's cock is the best. No one else has this length and girth… Ahh! Stop spanking me~."

"Your pussy tightens every time I spank you. You love it, don't you? I know everything."

"No…! Ahhh!"

Ma Bong-chun felt his own arousal growing but couldn't tear his eyes away from Ra-young's face. Her moans were animalistic, her face twisted in pleasure. Her mouth hung open, drool dripping, and her eyes were glazed over.

Ma Bong-chun had been with Ra-young consistently for the past year, but he had never seen her like this before.

"Come here. Let's kiss."

The young man grabbed Ra-young's face and chest, lifting her upper body. His hips continued to move.

He turned her face slightly and kissed her deeply, his tongue dominating her mouth. His other hand groped her perky chest without mercy.

Thrust, thrust, thrust!

The sight of the young man's large cock plunging into Ra-young's pussy was burned into Ma Bong-chun's eyes.

He bit his lip hard, refusing to acknowledge his own erection as he pressed down on it with his palm.

"Ra-young. Can I cum inside you?"

"Ahh. You can cum inside. It's fine… Ahh! I'm going to cum too~"

"It's only been 30 minutes, right? I won the bet."

"I don't knowww! Ahhhh!"

The young man's massive cock twitched violently, and soon he pulled out of Ra-young's pussy. A torrent of cum gushed out.

"Alright. Ra-young couldn't last an hour, only 30 minutes, so that's 3 million won. And as a penalty, you have to do a two-shot with me."@@novelbin@@

The young man took out his phone and ordered one of the other women to take photos. He treated Ra-young's limp body like an object, posing her for pictures.

He kissed her, buried his face in her chest, and even took photos with his cock inside her. After three minutes of shooting, he smiled in satisfaction.

"Ra-young is now my sex pet."

At that moment, blood dripped from Ma Bong-chun's tightly clenched lips.

'I have to kill that bastard. If I don't, Ra-young's life will become hell.'

Ma Bong-chun stayed in the storage room for another two hours, until Eugene was satisfied and got dressed.

•••

"Cheol-woo. Dae-hyun. Let's bury someone today."

Ma Bong-chun emerged from the storage room with a hollow expression. Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun were his direct subordinates and closest underlings. They were also his partners in past murders. Both had the rugged, scarred appearances of seasoned gangsters.

"What? Boss, what are you talking about?"

"That's right, boss. Don't just say something like that out of nowhere. Explain."

Even when told to commit murder out of the blue, they didn't refuse outright but asked for an explanation. Ma Bong-chun felt a flicker of gratitude but spoke coldly.

"That young punk who came to the room today."

"Ah, the rich kid?"

"What did he do to you, boss?"

"Just handle him quietly and be done with it."

"That's right, boss. Murder is a hassle. It's not something you can just do on a whim."

Murder required some preparation.

Information on the target, a getaway car, a way to dispose of the body, and so on. If the entire organization got involved, burying one person would be relatively easy, but it still required at least three days of preparation.

"We don't have time for that. We're killing him today."

"Boss, you can't just decide something like that…"

"Get the getaway car at dawn, and we'll put the body in a bag for now. We'll bury it in the mountains later."

Ma Bong-chun was serious. Sensing this, Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun were slightly taken aback. Their boss was always hot-headed and impulsive, but this sudden decision was unsettling.

"Boss! Calm down first…."

"300 million."

"…What?"

"300 million. The guy had 300 million in his bag. I saw him take it out in front of the madam with my own eyes."

"...."

"...."

Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun exchanged glances. They each made less than 1.5 million won a month, and even that was an improvement. In the past, they often went without pay from the organization.

"Let's split 100 million each. You guys need to handle big money at least once. How long are you going to be guard dogs, barely scraping by? When will you ever save up this kind of money or become executives?"

Gangsters outwardly preached loyalty because it sounded cool. But in reality, it was all about money. Money caused conflicts, money led to murders, and money made brothers betray each other.

Killing someone for 100 million won.

To an ordinary person, it would sound like a cheap joke. Maybe for 1 billion, but not for just 100 million. No one would want to become a criminal for such a small amount.

But Cheol-woo and Dae-hyun were different.

They knew their situation. They had no education, and as former gangsters, finding a decent job was nearly impossible. Even if they did, it would be gruelling work with meagre pay.

They were approaching their 40s. 100 million won was no small sum. Plus, they had experience with murder and had never been caught.

"…Boss. Is it really 100 million?"

Cheol-woo asked. His eyes had already turned fierce.

"Why would I lie to you? Cheol-woo, judging by your eyes, it seems like you're in…. Dae-hyun. What about you?"

"…Brother. Haven't we built trust over the past 20 years? It wouldn't be right to leave me out of something like this."

Of course, if it weren't for the 100 million won, they wouldn't have even considered participating in a murder, no matter who it was.

"Cheol-woo, get the tools. Dae-hyun, you…. Since we don't have a van, quickly bring a truck from home."

"Yes, Brother."

Ma Bong-chun watched as his brothers moved swiftly and then turned toward the warehouse. He knew there was a bag in the warehouse that was perfect for carrying a corpse. And he needed to check on the guy's movements.

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