It is Easiest to be Obsessed by Everyone

As I savored simple skewers and beer while chatting, women kept approaching our table with various topics like asking to join our group, requesting to exchange numbers, or asking to play punishment games.

Each time, the boss silently chuckled, barely holding back laughter. 

I, however, dealt with the women effortlessly by flashing the ring on my finger, a technique I had picked up from stories on the internet — a sophisticated way to politely decline any flirtations.

“You know, that ring of yours sparkles so much it could easily pass for a multimillion-dollar diamond ring at first glance,” the boss remarked.

“That’s exactly why I bought one with such flashy cubic stones,” I replied.

“It looks like a totem your chaebol* heiress girlfriend gave you, screaming, ‘This guy is mine, so stay away!’ The women probably see it that way and back off without a fuss.”

*T/N: A chaebol is a term used in South Korea to refer to large, family-controlled conglomerates that dominate the country’s economy. These organizations typically consist of a network of interlinked companies owned and operated by a single family or a small group of families.

‘Then again,’ I thought to myself, ‘how confident must that one woman have been to sit right in front of me last time, even after seeing the ring?’

The boss, who had earlier been wallowing in self-pity, was now purely enjoying the moment. 

He claimed he’d gained a story he could brag about to his friends for the rest of his life.

“Drinking on a Friday night in Gangnam with a ridiculously handsome little brother who looks like a movie star and watching women flock to him? That’s not something you get to witness every day.”

Before we knew it, the clock struck midnight. It was now Saturday.

I briefly thought of Jung Hye-na, who should be getting off work soon. 

Since she hadn’t messaged yet, she was probably still busy. 

I decided not to bother her — thinking that bothering her too much might just delay our time together later.

***

“You want to find an apartment nearby?” the boss asked.

“Yes, something within walking distance so I can commute easily,” I replied.

“You’re really serious about this café, huh?”

“I’ve been saying that from the beginning.”

“Come on, even if a gorgeous girlfriend were clinging to you and only looking at you, wouldn’t you still feel insecure sometimes?”

“I’m not worried at all.”

“Damn it, I phrased that wrong. But with your face, I get it.” The boss sighed and continued, “Still, even if you trust her, you can’t trust the men around her, right? Some of them could try something.”

“That’s true.”

“It’s the same for me. Every day, I worry about losing you — to an entertainment agency that might scout you, to some rich Gangnam heiress, or to another café offering you a better deal.”

Suddenly, the boss’s expression grew serious. 

He looked like he was about to confess something big, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“You’re really planning to work at my café long-term, right?”

“Of course. Where else would I find a job this great?”

“And you’re serious about wanting to buy an apartment near the café?”

“Yes. It’s in the heart of Gangnam, so the location is great, and it’ll be easy to sell later.”

“Then… should I lend you the money to buy it?”

“What?”

I was taken aback, not expecting such an offer.

“Wait, really? We haven’t even known each other that long. And do you even have that kind of money? Wow, boss, you’re wealthier than I thought.”

“I won’t charge you interest. You’ll need to repay it, of course, but at least while you’re doing that, I’ll have peace of mind knowing you’ll stay with the café. It’s a win for me too.”

“But why would you trust me with such a big loan?”

“Of course, I’ll secure the property with a lien. Even in the worst-case scenario, I won’t lose my money. I’ve been running this business for more than just a year or two, you know.”

For a moment, I felt as if there was a halo glowing behind the boss.

“You’re serious?”

“You’re making me 9 to 12 million won on the days you work. Let’s round it to 10 million won a day. That’s 220 million won a month, or 2.64 billion won a year.”

I was speechless, marveling at how casually the boss was calculating my earnings.

“It’s a surefire insurance policy guaranteeing profit. I’d be crazy not to do it.”

I had to admit the boss had a point. 

There was no real risk or loss for him. 

With the mortgage secured, the apartment wouldn’t vanish into thin air.

Still, the boldness of the decision was impressive. 

Business wasn’t for just anyone, and I knew I lacked the knack for such moves. 

I wouldn’t have even thought of the idea in the first place.

“But wouldn’t this ruin the effect of my ‘totem’?” I joked, pointing to my flashy ring.

“Not a chance. Unless you completely destroy your face in an accident, that is. But if you’re going to consider even those possibilities, then you might as well just live without trying anything at all.”

The boss laughed, clinking his glass with mine.

“Why buy a car? It could get totaled in an accident, and the insurance payout might not be worth much. Why go out drinking? You might get into a fight with a drunk and end up with a concussion. Why get married? Your wife might cheat on you, divorce you, and take half your assets. Life is about doing what you can while you can.”

“I respect that philosophy.”

“Good. Then decide quickly.”

“I’m in. Why would I turn down such an amazing opportunity?”

‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘was it because of my good looks? How was it that even my male acquaintances couldn’t help but shower me with opportunities? Granted, the boss benefited from my “totem effect” too, but still.’

Was life supposed to be this easy? It was starting to feel a little scary.

“Around here, the price per square meter is about 1 billion won. How big are you thinking?”

“As big as possible, but I need to stay within my means.”

“You know the smallest units are still around 40 square meters, right? Just think of it as borrowing at least 4 billion won.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Up to 5 billion is fine. It’s not like the apartment is going anywhere.”

Was this the same man who used to complain about how business was slow before I started working at the café? 

It was true what they said: never believe a merchant crying poverty.

The boss decided he’d lend up to 5 billion won. Once I picked an apartment, the boss would handle the payment at the time of the contract and set up the mortgage then.

“Let’s say you make about 160 million won a month, including your base salary of 50 million. You’ll pay back 150 million monthly.”

“That works for me.”

“If, for any reason, your monthly income drops below 10 million, we’ll adjust it to 10 million.”

“You’re being incredibly generous.”

“If you want to live in a 40 square meter apartment in Gangnam, you’ll need at least 10 million a month just to cover maintenance fees and living expenses. Even then, you’re just scraping by.”

“Gangnam is brutal.”

“Or I could guarantee 15 million a month, if you want to take it slower. That way, I can keep you working for me longer and get more out of you.”

“Then I’ll shamelessly request the 15 million guarantee.”

“Let’s just call it 20 million. After deductions for taxes and social insurance, you’d only be left with about 12 million anyway.”

“I’ll serve you as my lifelong brother.”

The thought of moving into a Gangnam apartment with Jung Hye-na — actually owning it, not renting — was surreal.

Was this really happening?

Then again, when compared to the 8.5 billion won apartment I had once received for free, this didn’t seem like such a big deal. 

The original Lee Chang-woo in the afterlife was probably mocking me, calling me small-minded.

“What do you think?” The boss leaned in with a mischievous smile on his face.

“About what?”

“Don’t you feel like working weekends now? Staying late on weekdays, too?”

“If there’s no raid, I’ll be here every day.”

***

[Hye-na] I’m heading out now…♡

It was a little after 1:00 when I got the text.

I decided to make things square between me and the boss.

“Boss, you still have to work tomorrow, but I have to get up now. I have somewhere I need to be early in the morning.”

“Okay. Everything we talked about today still stands, so feel free to talk to me anytime.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Today, I was reminded of the destructive power of the visual legacy of the original Chang-woo.

Not a day goes by that I don’t realize it.

I grabbed my bag with my camera and laptop and headed to pick up Jung Hye-na.

I decided we were going to have a weekend of wild sex.

As soon as we met, I hopped in a Kakao Black and the cab driver drove me to the hotel I’d booked.

“Did you pack your bikini?”

“Yes, I packed it.”

“We’re going to stay here until Monday. We’re not going to step foot outside the hotel until we’re done. We’re going to have sex and stay here until Monday morning and then we’re going to go to work.”

“Ugh.”

Jeong Hye-na squealed in embarrassment.

“But isn’t it too much of a loss to check in at this hour?”

“You’ll have to pay for two nights, but money isn’t the most important thing right now.”

I blatantly ran my eyes up and down her body.

I could tell she feels my lustful gaze and cringed as if she’s scared.

[Desire 100%]

[Semen Production (+226%)]

I could cum every time I drew in a breath.

We had sex from dinner until I went to bed, and I was planning to have morning sex before I went to work.

Sometimes it was hard to resist the urge to have sex during the day because of the accumulating semen.

I wished the cum buff would stop building up.

No, I wanted the most was for her to not have to work overtime at her job.

The semen buff will max out at 500% like muscle mass and stop, right? It should.

“Bro, I think this place is too expensive.”

“It’s expensive. It’s 2 million a night for a room.”

“Hmm, isn’t that too expensive?”

“But it’s worth it, it’s our first hotelcation sex.”

It was a party suite with a private pool overlooking the Han River.

It’s 200 dollars a night. That’s not even the regular price, but the off-season discount.

“So we’re going to have sex, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you sure you understand what I’m saying?”

“I understand…”

Jung Hye-na fidgeted with her fingers and blushed.

“We’re going to have sex until it lands you in the emergency room.”

***

We checked in and entered our room.

A large, colorful living room, and an indoor pool by the window.

“I heard this is the room where celebrity BJs* do a lot of pool parties and bikini broadcasts.”

*T/N: In the context of Korean culture, BJ stands for Broadcast Jockey, not to be confused with other meanings in English. It refers to online content creators or streamers who host live broadcasts on platforms like AfreecaTV, YouTube, or Twitch.

“It’s a really nice room, I can see why they charge 2 million.”

“I make 7 mill a day at the cafe, and this hotel is like that.”

“Really? You make that much?”

My shoulders slumped in surprise.

“Yeah, so don’t worry about it, just enjoy today.”

I didn’t rush myself.

I turned on the camera and focused on Jung Hye-na standing in the center of the room.

She was embarrassed, but she was also smiling widely, showing her enjoyment.

“Do you want to take it off? Slowly, one by one.”

Jeong Hye-na undressed without a word.

Slender fingers tug at the thin shoulder straps.

The cropped tee that covered her upper body disappeared, and her blue bra fell off, revealing her white breasts.

Her warhead-shaped breasts bounced lightly.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

I leaned in closer, camera in hand.

The other camera on the rack eagerly captured the two of us.

“And pants.”

“…”

She unbuckled her slightly longer shorts.

The way she folded her legs and took turns pulling them out of her pants was as graceful as a flamingo’s courtship dance.

Stripped down to her panties, Jung Hye-na stood in front of me, her hands covering her breasts.

“Panties too.”

Her shamefully covered hands slide gingerly downward.

Her panties, hanging precariously over her pelvis, slip down her legs.

A perfectly naked woman, standing shyly, tempting the male’s desire.

So beautiful.