VDN Ch 123

The moment he answered yes to that question, it was clear that the relationship between the woman and Jin Hae-geon would shift from youthful romance to a crime thriller. Nam-woon strongly denied it.

“No, there was no coercion or threats. It’s not like that….”

“Not like that?”

“We’re together because our interests align.”

The woman narrowed her eyes, giving him a doubtful look as if she didn’t quite understand. But that was the only thing Nam-woon could say. Jin Hae-geon had hired him for money, and he had accepted the job in return for that money. While he didn’t exactly feel like he was being dragged along, he was standing here of his own free will.

The woman asked again, as if seeking confirmation. 

“So, you’re saying that a mutual agreement was reached?” 

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Then could you tell me in what way you think Jin Hae-geon is a nutcase?” 

“……”

“Jin Hae-geon is the sole heir of the Mooyoung Group and everyone in politics and business agrees that he will inherit the company. There isn’t much known about his private life, but it’s rare to find someone with that level of power and wealth who is also exceptionally good-looking. My grandfather thinks that Jin Hae-geon is the most suitable partner for me. I think so too.” 

He found himself at a loss for words. It was true that Jin Hae-geon was a nutcase, but how could he explain that? He felt he would be quickly caught if he tried to make a clumsy excuse or lie. As Nam-woon pondered, he concluded that even if it slightly tarnished Jin Hae-geon’s reputation, he would have to spit out the truth for the sake of fulfilling his role. 

Nam-woon looked at the woman with a determined expression. 

“Jin Hae-geon is a fucking pervert.” 

Perhaps it was something she hadn’t expected, as the woman’s face showed a rare change. 

“Today I got a piercing here, and he pulled it out and asked why I put it in my nose…”  

Nam-woon suddenly shut his mouth mid-sentence. No matter how he felt, the word ‘d*ck’ seemed too vulgar to say in front of someone. Nam-woon quickly changed the subject.

“If you go to his house, there are a lot of adult products in the drawer. There are so many different types, but, ha, it’s hard for me to say them now…” 

“It’s okay, so please tell me everything. I can assure you that what we discuss here today won’t leak out. I swear on my profession.” 

The woman commanded with a stern expression. Nam-woon felt pressured by her demeanor and began to awkwardly describe the dildos he had witnessed. There were all shapes, including carrots, bananas, and eggs… The woman listened quietly to his words. As he spoke, it seemed somehow weak, so he added a little SM.

“He also has handcuffs and whips.” 

The woman was silent for a moment after hearing Nam-woon’s words. From her expression, he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Perhaps she was in shock. It was a surprising revelation to find out that a handsome man, the heir of one of the world’s top companies, was such a pervert. While he felt sorry for the woman who had marked him as a potential spouse, didn’t she have the right to know the truth about her match? 

Nam-woon anxiously awaited the woman’s next words. She slowly opened her mouth. 

“I would like you to show me any evidence you might have in addition to your testimony.” 

Nam-woon was slightly taken aback by her request for proof. He didn’t have anything like that. His eyes and ears were his evidence. As he shook his head while thinking about it, something suddenly came to mind. He hurriedly pulled out his phone and accessed the Messenger chat with Jin Hae-geon, scrolling up quickly. He found the message he was looking for. It was quite explicit, and he hesitated for a moment, but he steeled himself and held out his phone.

[Don’t you like the dildos at home?]

[Should I buy something else?]

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[Is it too big?]  

As the woman looked at the phone, Nam-woon added,

“I couldn’t take pictures of what was in Jin Hae-geon’s house. He does have a private life, after all.”

It was a statement that didn’t match the current situation, where he was revealing every detail of that privacy. 

“He’s been sending me these weird messages like this. He’s a real pervert.” 

There were numerous messages that bordered on sexual harassment below that. As the woman scrolled down and examined them all, her face noticeably hardened. Seeing her expression, Nam-woon felt a pang of guilt, he had to interrupt the date like this. I’m sorry…. He was giving a heartfelt apology in his mind when the woman raised her head.

“So, um… What’s your name?” 

Having started to say “Seo…” Nam-woon hesitated for a moment. He was the son of Seok Jin-cheol, who carried out all sorts of illegal activities, was it really okay to tell his name to a prosecutor? Feeling anxious, Nam-woon quickly made an alias. 

“It’s Seo.”

“…Mr. Seo. The question I’m about to ask is very important, so please don’t misunderstand.” 

Then suddenly, an incomprehensible question came out of nowhere.”

“Is Jin Hae-geon a dom or a sub?” 

“Dom, sub?” 

Perhaps because he wasn’t very knowledgeable, Nam-woon didn’t quite understand what she was talking about. If it was “dom” that referred to a fish, but what was “sub”? When he rolled his eyes without answering, the woman frowned. 

“Could it be that Jin Hae-geon hasn’t taught you about these basic things?” 

“Well, um…” 

Since he wasn’t actually in a romantic relationship with Jin Hae-geon, he had no obligation to explain these details. When Nam-woon awkwardly nodded, the woman briefly explained the terms. 

“Simply put, a dom is someone who has a dominant tendency, while a sub is someone who has a submissive tendency.” 

Dominant and submissive…

Nam-woon fell into thought. In reality, it wasn’t something to ponder deeply. Jin Hae-geon was a dom without a doubt. He seemed to have a dirty personality ingrained in his genes, to keep others in his grasp and shake them around as he pleased.

“He’s a dom, Jin Hae-geon.” 

Upon hearing Nam-woon’s answer, the woman muttered in a troubled voice. “That won’t suit me…” Her gaze suddenly lingered around Nam-woon’s neck. Starting from there, she began to scrutinize his face and body before speaking. 

“First of all, thank you for sharing such an important fact. If it weren’t for you, Mr. Seo, I might have ended up planning a wedding with Jin Hae-geon without knowing anything.” 

“Then you’re not going to go on that date?” 

“I’ll have to persuade my grandfather not to let me go. It won’t be easy, though. As you saw earlier, my grandfather is very stubborn. Once he makes a decision, he sticks to it until the end… He’s a very stubborn person.”

Jin Hae-geon had said that there might have been some kind of exchange between Chairman Jin and the woman’s grandfather. However, unlike Hae-geon, the woman seemed to trust her grandfather. 

“Just understanding Jin Hae-geon’s tendencies has been of great help. Mr. Seo.” 

“Ah, yes…” 

“It must not have been easy for you to reveal your sexual preferences to someone you are meeting for the first time.”

“What? My sexual preferences?” 

When he asked with a puzzled look, the woman nodded as if she knew everything. For the first time, a look of pity flickered in her eyes. 

“That on your neck, it was made by Jin Hae-geon during play, wasn’t it?” 

Nam-woon absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck. He felt a slight tickle where his hand touched. Come to think of it, he had been itching a lot this morning due to the necklace he was wearing… 

“This wasn’t his doing.” 

“Here, take this.” 

The woman cut off Nam-woon’s words and returned his phone, which she had been holding. A phone number was displayed on the screen. 

“If you need help, feel free to contact me anytime. Now that I see it, I understand why Jin Hae-geon made such a mark on your neck. Your neck is straight and beautiful, I think a collar would suit you well.” 

“…What did you say? A collar?”

“If the play with Jin Hae-geon gets boring, please contact me. I’ve become curious about wanting to raise Mr. Seo myself.” 

No, what the hell does that mean? Nam-woon blinked in confusion at a situation he couldn’t understand. A smile appeared on the woman’s lips as she looked at him. It was a smile that was charming but somehow it seemed oppressive.

The woman appeared to turn away, then looked back and said,

“By any chance, is Seo an alias? You didn’t seem to want to say your name.”

She had a keen eye for detail and seemed to notice Nam-woon’s slight hesitation before mentioning his name. He had to reveal his real name. In that moment, the voices of his subordinates from the morning replayed in his mind.

“Young master, you really look like a rapper!”

Nam-woon nodded slowly.

“I prefer that name. It’s my rap name.”

“I see, so you’re involved in music. Can you tell me about any tracks you’ve released?”

“Ah, I haven’t released anything. I just post for fun on the internet.”

The woman took out her phone, accessed a video app, and searched for something. Then she smiled brightly.

“Oh, I found Seo’s channel. Oh my, I missed a call from my grandfather. Well then, I’ll be going now. And please don’t get piercings on your face. If you do it without permission, it feels like things are getting out of control, and it doesn’t make me feel very good.”

“What the hell are you talking about? And what do you mean, my channel? Hey!” 

Ignoring Nam-woon’s questions, the woman disappeared like the wind. Nam-woon stood there blankly for a moment before hurriedly grabbing his phone and accessing the video app. When he searched for the name Seo, a channel and video popped up at the top.

“[Original Song] A Song Dedicated to Youxx (Seo’s Diss Track) 

Views: 101,000 1 month ago 

#OriginalSong #RapMaking #DissRap 

[Rapper Seo, the Go-To Place for Heavy Beats] 43,000

He quickly pressed play on the video.

“Those cocky kids rapping with bravado. My opponent isn’t here.

Among the ones who dissed me, none of you have a bigger d*ck than me.

I’ll fuck you with my d*ck, I’ll fuck your boyfriend, fuck, fuck, fuck you. 

I do whatever I want, you piece of shit.

S*ckmyd*ck, s*ckmyd*ck, s*ckmyd*ck.”

Nam-woon’s face turned pale. Especially the English rap that was repeated endlessly at the end felt very unpleasant. Nam-woon searched for S*ckmyd*ck in the search bar and grabbed his hair. 

He was screwed. It was clear that women would likely categorize him as the same type as Jin Hae-geon, or even worse. She must have already interpreted his words having ‘similar interests as Jin Hae-geon’ to having ‘similar sexual tastes as Jin Hae-geon’, but when she saw these lyrics, it was easy to mistake him for a pervert who was completely obsessed with d*ck.

What if she thought they were just good friends? Nothing ever goes right…