Chapter 59 - Chapter 59

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 59

Chapter Title: Park Jun-chang's Villa Survival Game

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Both sisters had gone just as crazy as Lee Seo-yeon from the perfectly tailored cocks, their faces flushed with ecstasy as they completely melted away.

It was exactly the same as last night when we'd fucked through the entire night.

And without realizing how the time was flying by...,

I spent ages diligently pounding away at the pink inner folds of their pussies.

In between, when we got thirsty, we'd drink water, sports drinks, or milk,

and when hunger struck, we'd scarf down some protein-heavy meals,

but otherwise, we just kept fucking the whole time.

"...Haah♡ ...M-Master. Please stop now..., ...w-we're gonna die.... Please, just stop.... Eut...♡"

"Heeung...♡ Where am I...? Who am I...? Haah...♡"

"Haat...♡ My pussy hurts..., but it feels sooo good.... Heut...♡ I'm going craaazy...."

Kim Hye-jeong, Lee Seo-yeon, and Kim Hye-yeon, in that order.

After a full day of nothing but sex again today,

the girls had turned into total airheads.

'After another wild round...,

my pussy slaves are completely worn out.

Hmm..., I need to recruit more pussy slaves.'

I could really feel the need for new pussy slaves.

But it didn't have to be on the first floor, I realized.

'Maybe it's time to tackle the fourth floor? I'm curious what options will pop up.'

I decided to give the fourth floor a shot.

Oh, but first, I wanted to head out to reality for some good food.

I returned to reality and headed to a fancy restaurant near my place.

It was the kind of spot I'd never even dreamed of affording before.

'Hmm, the cheapest A set is 130,000 won....'

I ordered the A set from the server and waited for my meal.

I could have gone for one of the pricier sets, but I wanted to see what the cheapest one felt like first.

'Gotta sell off that 1kg gold bar before my bank account runs dry.'

I made a mental note to offload the 1kg gold bar soon.

Anything starting at 1kg usually had serial numbers, and even gold dealers handled them carefully, so I'd need to be cautious.

The 100g one I'd sold before had been easy since the shop didn't pay much mind,

but at 1kg, we're talking tens of millions of won, so I figured they'd report it to the tax authorities.

'...I never used to think like this before, but with my Insight stat up, along with my reasoning and crisis response skills...,'

I'd probably need to connect discreetly online with folks looking for under-the-table gold deals,

or hit up some shady pawnshop in a back alley...,

or maybe ask the old guy at the gold shop to hook me up with a fence.

'Our country must have plenty of fences too. Every place does, so I can track one down eventually.'

Strictly speaking, my gold bars weren't stolen goods,

but too many transactions could raise smuggling suspicions from the NTS or customs, leading to an investigation.

Of course, I'd have to explain where they came from.

'...Still, 1kg should be fine. Authorities probably wouldn't blink unless it's 10kg at once or more. Especially now with superhumans, monsters, and the Tower messing up surveillance and public safety.'

While waiting for my food, I dug deeper online,

and it turns out even gold bars without serial numbers (or with them scratched off) can be sold no problem.

Though they'd deduct a bit from the price as standard practice.

The main reasons for marks and serials on gold bars were verifying purity, value, and preventing fakes.

ID checks and tracking were just side benefits.

'Hmm, figures. Rich folks have been laundering cash through gold forever, so there's some flexibility. As long as I go somewhere with non-destructive purity testing, I can sell without much loss.'

A gold expert in an online video put it memorably.

He said, "We tailor to the customer. Business is about meeting needs. If a customer's selling a serial-scratched bar, yeah, it's suspicious, but we do the deal. Purity's what matters, and checking that's easy these days."

I also learned you pay tax buying gold, but not selling it.

No wonder thieves, gangs, and the wealthy love it.

Perfect for tax evasion and dodging trails.

'If I wanted, I could hit gold shops nationwide selling 1kg bars one by one—they'd never trace it. Scratch the serials, take the hit on price, whatever. If it gets too hot later, dump a bunch through a fence.'

The worries about the NTS or customs tracking a measly 1kg bar pretty much vanished.

The more I researched online, the clearer it became—our country's oversight wasn't that airtight.

Maybe they keep it loose so politicians and chaebols don't get headaches..., it felt full of holes.

Especially with the Tower crisis ramping things up.

'For now, scratch the serial on the 1kg bar I have, sell it at a nearby shop..., and if I need more cash, raid a gold store in Project Zombie World and trickle it out here.'

As I sorted out my gold plans, the food started arriving.

From appetizers like soup to two main courses and desserts, I savored it all slowly.

Definitely worth the price—the food was delicious.

- Ring ring! Ring ring! -

As I was enjoying my meal,

my phone rang, and it was an old high school buddy I used to know.

"Hey, Jun-chang. What's up?"

-"Oh, long time no talk. It's nothing much, but..."-

He was Park Jun-chang, a friend from freshman year who drifted apart in sophomore and junior years when we got split into different classes.

He's in college now, and I remembered his dream job was game programmer.

This guy had made an amateurish game for a college assignment back in his freshman year,

and I'd tested it out for him back then.

"Wait..., Kim Min-woo died?"

But the news he called about was pretty shocking.

First time anyone my age in my circle had died.

-"Yeah, I just got the word too..."-

"How'd it happen?"

-"In the Tower.... He picked Hell difficulty. Not a mistake—stone cold sober. Been dead a few days, apparently. His parents went to his place since he wasn't answering, found the body and a note.... Said he was gonna be the first to clear Hell, but admitted in the letter it was his own hubris." -

"Ah...."

A high school classmate dead in the Tower.

First time it happened, so it was disorienting...

'But Kim Min-woo and I were barely acquaintances, not really friends...'

Jun-chang said he'd spread the word to other friends and hung up.

Something about attending the funeral if I could.

'...Should I go?'

I pondered it carefully.

Go or not?

Jun-chang must've assumed since he was tight with Min-woo, I was too.

We'd just exchanged names once; that was it.

He was in the science track; I was humanities.

Different classes from sophomore year on.

He probably got close to Min-woo in 2nd or 3rd year.

'Would Min-woo have shown up if I died? ...Nah, probably not. Does he even know who I am?'

If Jun-chang died, I'd go.

But Min-woo..., yeah, not really close. Honestly.

I only knew his name because he was the tall guy rumored to be a fighter at school.

Otherwise, zilch.

'No need to go, then. No wreath either...'

Min-woo probably wouldn't have for me.

Hell, did he even know my name?

I kept wondering.

If the roles were reversed and he heard I died, he might say:

--"Who's that? Was there a guy like him at our school?"--

So I decided to blow it off.

I finished up at the restaurant and headed home.

I flopped onto the bed, then commanded the system to enter the fourth floor.

"Yeah."

"Huh? Park Jun-chang's Villa Survival Escape Game? This is that one Jun-chang made for his college assignment."

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