“Then, I’ll be in your care, President.”
A bright smile.
Yi Cheolsu bowed his head deeply and left.
His youthful appearance at 27 years old.
His diligence, not neglecting his work even though his parents were plutocrats.
A kindness that was fundamentally ingrained in him.
When judging people dichotomously, Yi Cheolsu was clearly on the good side.
But no one is perfect.
Just as psychology describes overly perfect people as, conversely, unstable.
After all, Yi Cheolsu’s hidden sexual desires moved in a slightly different direction from others.
Well, that’s that.
“Wo-wow, Boss.
Two Premium members in one day!”
Kim Yang laughed, holding the contracts in both hands.
Lenea and Yi Cheolsu.
It meant we had landed two 5 million won contracts in a single day.
I had told Yi Cheolsu he didn’t need to do it today, but it seemed he was grateful that I understood his preference.
He signed the contract right away without any hesitation.
And Lenea, too.
“He’s a decent young man.
I think we’d be a great match.”
Lenea nodded with satisfaction.
Unfortunately, an elf wasn’t even within his scope.
‘Or is she?’
Just in case, I should try to sound her out.
“Now, we’ll proceed with Ms.
Lenea’s consultation.
Do you have any specific conditions?” “Did I (archaic female) not say?
A young, wealthy, and wholesome man as handsome as Cha Eun-woo.” “It’s not easy to be this faithful to one’s desires.
Thank you for telling me honestly.”
Shouldn’t a 1,901-year-old know how to hide things?
“For example, what about someone like Mr.
Yi Cheolsu, who was just here?” “I (archaic female) like him.
For one, he’s young, and his looks are decent.” “Hmm, what if your partner had a peculiar sexual preference?” “…”
Lenea made a baffled expression.
But I feigned calmness and added nonchalantly.
“This is quite important.
We sometimes have esteemed clients who want a partner who can satisfy them sexually.”
This wasn’t a lie, it was true.
There actually was an esteemed client who said it was okay as long as the sex was good.
“F-for example?” “For example…
animal cosplay?” “Oh, that much is possible!
Meow!”
The 1,901-year-old grandmother immediately mimicked a cat.
I took it one step further.
“Then, for example, what if he asked you to live completely like an animal?
To wear an animal hide on your head and cry like one.” “…Wouldn’t I (archaic female) call the police?”
Is this her wisdom of age?
How wise.
“It’s a hypothetical, a hypothetical.” “Ugh, I still don’t think I can do that.
To ask me to become a beast, no matter what…”
But don’t elves live with beasts in the forest?
Aren’t they basically beasts that can talk?
“But what if the man had assets of 3 billion won?” “Should I start practicing walking on all four legs right now?”
The queen who immediately turned into a beast.
I liked that she could ruthlessly abandon her pride for a good man.
‘Of course, it won’t work.’
From what I could see, Yi Cheolsu was the real deal, even among the real deal.
He came here, even skipping over other huge matchmaking agencies, because there was no room for compromise.
Because we accept everyone.
“Nyaang!
Nyaang!” “Paw.”
Anyway.
Leaving behind Lenea mimicking a cat and Kim Yang finding it cute, I took out my phone.
‘Beastkin.’
Realistically, there’s a limit to going up to the 5th Floor, Old Murim.
It costs a fortune.
So, in the end, I had to search on the 3rd Floor.
Fortunately, I am a competent president, so I have an employee for times like this.
“Hey, Kim Yang.” “What?” “Where in Seoul is the street where a lot of beastkin gather?”
She’s a famous influencer, no less.
Of course she’d know the hot spots for young people.
“B-boss.”
But Kim Yang replied with a dark expression.
“Y-you’re not going to a place where young people hang out.” “…” “B-boss is an ahjussi.” “I’m still in my twenties.” “Really?”
Surprised, Kim Yang looked me up and down and added a word.
“Dress up a little.” “…”
*
Itaewon.
As always.
The most open neighborhood in Seoul.
From the moment the sun set and the neon lights turned on, it was hard to call this place the 3rd Floor anymore.
The air of different worlds seeped from every corner of the street.
At the entrance of a bar, martial artists from the 5th Floor, Old Murim, were having a drink.
Right next to it, at a food truck, the pungent aroma of an orc chef’s spicy hot dogs filled the air.
A street filled with a variety of noises.
A place where every noise had its own culture.
This was Itaewon.
“B-boss.
Hurry up.”
Kim Yang’s steps, as she led the way familiarly, were excited.
She said she sometimes comes with her friends, but she seemed quite familiar with the place for it to be ‘sometimes.’
The fortunate thing was that I wasn’t the only one flustered.
Lenea, who was gripping my coattails so as not to be left behind, was accompanying us.