VDN Ch 178

Through the exposed gap of his clothes, he could see his pinkish nipples and smooth potbelly. He had a face that looked like it would maintain perfect muscles, but he was hiding his potbelly like a pig’s butt under his clothes.

Fuck… how am I supposed to resist this? Just as the man let out a moan and collapsed on top of Nam-woon’s body—
Click.

“Huh?”

Something soft wrapped around my neck. The man sat up again. When I looked down, I saw a black collar and a long thin chain around my neck. At the end of the chain was a round handcuff, which at some point had been attached to the metal bed frame headboard.

“What?!”

The startled man shouted, clutching his neck. Nam-woon kicked the man’s abdomen with force and flipped over. In an instant, Nam-woon was on top of the man.

Ah, is this some sort of play? The man’s face flushed red as he panted in anticipation for what would come next. Soon, strong hands roamed all over his body “Ahh… ugh…” he moaned seductively as he surrendered himself to those rough hands. Eventually they reached into every pocket of his tracksuit & fished out an object with a clink— it was a key.

“W-what are you going to do with that…?”

Nam-woon didn’t answer but instead slid off the bed & looked down at him with an impassive face before finally saying what he’d been holding back:

“Can you do something about your shitty breath?”

“…Huh?”

“Did you eat sashimi & soju for lunch or something?”

“How did you know?”

“It’ll take you ten thousand years to fuck me, you smell like a dog. You’d probably be better off being reborn.”

Tsk. You don’t even brush your teeth after eating, you filthy bastard. You’re worse than Se-han. Nam-woon added, as if talking to himself, rummaging through the black bag he had placed in the corner. Then he took out a small, tinkling object. It was a Halli Galli bell he had borrowed from Se-han.

“You might lose your voice calling for help so much; I’ll leave this here.”

“What is it?”

“I just told you— use it when your voice gives out.”

Ding. Ding. Nam-woon rang the bell twice himself, slung a black bag over one shoulder, and headed toward the door. The man, still dazed until the door closed, finally snapped back to reality and screamed furiously.

“You bastard! How can you do this to me! You’re the one who seduced me first! You fucking crazy slut!”

As Nam-woon stepped out of the room, a ‘Ding!’ system notification sounded.

[You have successfully lured a mob character into bed!]

[Mob keyword has been added.]

[The promiscuity gauge is rising.]

[You are rewarded due to the addition of a keyword and the voluntary increase of the gauge.]

[Congratulations! You have obtained Mystical potion +1!]

[Effect of the potion: Cures various pheromone-related illnesses.]

[How to use: Through saliva contact]

It was similar to the potion he received last time, but upon reading it closely, he noticed one difference. The previous potion only alleviated symptoms, while this one cured them. Wouldn’t it cause complications if given in one go? Nam-woon frowned in annoyance, then relaxed his brows and opened the door to the next room. As everyone’s eyes focused on him, he spoke up.

“We’re leaving now, so if you need to grab anything, do it quickly.”

“Huh? What…why all of a sudden!”

He had to get them out of here quickly. He didn’t know when those other gangsters would come crawling in, especially with that loudmouth causing a ruckus.

“There’s no time. Hurry up!”

As soon as Nam-woon finished speaking, loud curses could be heard through the crack of the door. The men were startled by it and hurriedly began to grab their things. Se-han also followed the adults, clutching a couple of bags of snacks, the Halli Galli game, and a Jenga box. Seeing this, Nam-woon shook his head slightly.

“Se-han, just take one snack and leave the board games; they’re too heavy. I’ll go out and buy you new ones.”

“Uh…”

He whispered to Se-han, who was hesitating while holding the items.

“Remember the episode we watched together about escaping a room in ‘Al-kong, Dal-kong Bul-kong’? That’s what we’re doing now.”

“……!”

Se-han immediately understood the situation and quickly set the board game box down, opening the Jenga box instead. He began to gather a few small wooden blocks with his tiny hands and stuffed them into his pants pocket.

While everyone was busy packing their belongings, Nam-woon had already made his way to the entrance. He pressed his ear against the door. Somewhere, he could faintly hear shouting. Listening to the angry voices as if a fight was breaking out, he cautiously unlocked the front door with his key.

Contrary to his expectations, there was no one outside. It seemed the fight was happening on another floor. This was a perfect opportunity. He could quietly slip away while the gangsters were distracted.

“Young master, I’ve packed everything…”

Nam-woon gestured silently to the people who came out into the living room. After confirming that everyone was outside, he closed the front door. He then scooped Se-han into his arms with one hand and began to walk quietly. The others followed him, breathing heavily. Nonetheless, Nam-woon’s group moved on, casting anxious glances at the loud noise coming from upstairs.

There must be an elevator somewhere around here….

As he looked around cautiously while walking, a sudden piercing sound that seemed to tear through the air rang out, followed by urgent footsteps that shook the floor.

“Damn it! Who brought that crazy dog to the Alpha room?!”

“I-I don’t know! We need to get down! We’re all going to die like this!”

The people were so shocked that they became like stone statues with astonished expressions. The first to come to their senses in the midst of all this was Se-han, who was tightly held in Nam-woon’s arms.

“Everyone, run away!”

“What the hell, what are you guys doing?!”

“Ahhh!”

People started screaming and running. Nam-woon also quickly sprinted while glancing back. A few gangsters with faces as red as pizza buns were terrifyingly chasing after them.

Fuck, what do I do?!

Holding Se-han tightly, Nam-woon desperately searched for the elevator. At that moment, Kwon Sang-moon shouted, pointing to the left.

“Over there! That way!”

Everyone hurried in that direction. While the adults were all in a panic, Se-han, still in Nam-woon’s arms, rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out the small wooden blocks he had prepared earlier and bravely started throwing them at the enemies.

“Ugly hippopotamus! Eat this!”

“Ouch…! What the hell was that?!

A gangster screamed as the sharp edge of a wooden block hit his forehead and cheekbone. Nam-woon continued moving his feet, grinning.

“Nice! Tell Min-chan to let you pitch next time!”

“Hahaha!”

At Nam-woon’s praise, Se-han grinned proudly. Eventually, they reached the elevator that Kwon Sang-moon was holding open. The first group got into the elevator, and just as Nam-woon and Se-han stepped in, a hand like a pot lid reached out from behind and grabbed Nam-woon by the neck.

“You guys are from the Beta room, right? Where do you think you’re running off to?!”

“Se-han!”

“No! Daddy!”

Se-han stretched out his short arms and shouted. Kwon Sang-moon also screamed as he looked at his son in Nam-woon’s arms. Nam-woon locked eyes with Mr. Taek-soo, who was right in front of him, and relaxed his grip. Mr. Taek-soo safely caught the falling child.

Nam-woon shouted to the people as he was dragged away, held by the back of his neck.

“You, go first!”

“Wooni Hyung! No! Waaah!”

He saw the shocked faces of the adults and Se-han’s crying face. For some reason, despite Nam-woon’s shout to go ahead, Kwon Sang-moon pressed the button to keep the elevator door from closing. Nam-woon grabbed the thick wrist of the gangster holding him and shouted again to hurry up.

… Or rather, he tried to shout.

“Ahhh!”

But before he could, the gangster holding Nam-woon let out a cry and fell sideways. Suddenly, everything fell silent as a mouse. Everyone in the elevator turned their attention to behind Nam-woon. Nam-woon slowly turned his head.

“I told you not to put your foot on a person’s body.”

A straight leg stomped madly on the gangster lying on the floor. The man only stopped when the gangster, wheezing, didn’t move and muttered, “Oh, wasn’t that you?” Nam-woon’s eyes widened as he recognized the man.

“Hey, you…!”

As the shocked Nam-woon opened his mouth again, a clear voice interrupted.

“Ah! You’re the smelly poop guy!”

Se-han’s voice echoed down the hallway, repeating “poop smell, smell, smell…” Jin Hae-geon, standing with a crooked posture, raised an eyebrow.

Nam-woon sprang up from the floor and pointed a finger.

“Jin Hae-geon, why are you here?”

Bloodstains on Hae-geon’s white shirt showed he had been fighting.

“I’ve been looking for you like crazy.”

While Nam-woon was still flustered, Hae-geon approached with a sly smile. He naturally wrapped his arm around Nam-woon’s shoulder and headed forward towards the elevator.

The people who had gotten on first hesitated and moved their bodies to create space. Hae-geon, who had gotten on the elevator as if it was natural, suddenly buried his nose in Nam-woon’s hair. Before Nam-woon could react to the strange behavior, the distance between them grew. Hae-geon frowned, as if something had offended him.

“Nam-woon, you smell like a rag.”