“The-the 3rd Floor is really d-dizzying.” “Why did you even tag along…” “B-but!
I have to see how young people have fun to pretend to be young!” “Don’t forget our purpose.
We’re here to find a beastial.”
If the face is human, it’s a beastkin.
If the face is an animal, it’s a beastial.
A beastial was, in internet terms, a furry.
“D-don’t worry.
But since Meracle is a small company, you even have to do the legwork yourselves like this?
Ah, I don’t mean that in a bad way.”
But it still feels bad?
It was to hide esteemed client Yi Cheolsu’s preference, but it wasn’t entirely wrong either.
Where else would you find a president who works this hard for a single client.
‘Because there are no other customers coming in.’
I just do my best whenever I get a chance.
Walking down the street, you could see long lines of people by the bars and clubs.
I was looking around, fascinated, when Kim Yang gestured.
“B-boss.
This way.”
I was following Kim Yang, who said there was a club that many beastkin frequented.
Surprisingly, there were a few people who recognized Kim Yang.
Though, as if by an unwritten rule, they didn’t let on that they knew her.
<Howling Lounge> Howling Lounge.
The club sign was written in stylish letters.
It seemed to be a club made specifically for beastkin, as most of the people in line were beastkin.
We came to the right place.
I could also see a few, albeit a small number, of the beastial types that member Yi Cheolsu wanted.
I was about to get in line, but as soon as the guard at the entrance saw Kim Yang, he cleared a path.
“Good evening.” “Ah, h-hello.”
The guard just smiled at Kim Yang’s broken 3rd Floor speech.
It seemed they were acquainted.
A thick arm blocked me as I followed behind.
“Sorry, but you can’t come in.” “Excuse me?”
When I asked back, bewildered, he gestured with his chin.
“Look at your clothes.” “What about my clothes.”
I came straight from work in my work clothes.
I did come dressed a bit casually.
“In any case, you can’t enter.”
No compromise.
Kim Yang, who had been watching, linked her arm with mine, a faint smirk on her lips.
“My boyfriend.” “What?
Your boyfriend?
The one you sometimes mentioned?
You really had one?” “Uh, so, we’re going in.” “Of course.
Please go ahead.”
Thanks to pretending to be Kim Yang’s boyfriend, I was able to get inside.
There were one or two things that felt shitty, but the most annoying was that the 1,901-year-old grandmother didn’t get an entry ban, but I did.
“Pfft, ah, that can happen.
It certainly can.
You’ve truly lived a life for others, haven’t you?
Seeing how you couldn’t even care for yourself.”
The grandmother started teasing me, patting my back hard.
Even Kim Yang was holding back laughter, and though I wanted to argue, I couldn’t because the result spoke for itself.
‘Ah, I should have just accepted it when Kim Yang offered to style me.’
Thinking ‘why go that far’ and coming dressed carelessly was my losing move.
“Let go of me.”
I tried to pull my arm away, but Kim Yang held on even tighter.
“B-boss.
This is a leash.” “Hey.” “I-if you wander off alone, you’ll get kicked out again.” “Hey!” “Puhaha!
That’s right, that’s right!
Stick to him real close!
That way-!”
“Excuse me.”
Just then, a man cut in from behind.
A horse beastkin, with horse-shaped ears.
Earrings and piercings, etc.
He had the look of someone who clearly frequented places like this.
His appearance wasn’t half bad either.
‘Around B-rank?
Could go down to C depending on his profession.’
Rating and judging people is a bad habit.
Nevertheless, for me, it’s like an occupational disease.
Even when I’m not working, I try not to do it, but it’s not easy.
The one the horse beastkin approached was, surprisingly, Lenea.
“If you don’t mind, would you like to have a drink with us?
I saw at the entrance that you didn’t seem to have a partner?” “Huh?
Uh?
Uhh?”
Kim Yang with her arm linked with mine.
Since Lenea was alone, he naturally judged that she didn’t have a man.
‘Well, something like this won’t change her rank.’
Sorry, but getting hit on at a club has little to do with one’s marriage rank.
It means that Lenea, who is an F-rank because of her age, won’t be promoted to E-rank just because she got hit on.
‘Still, since she seemed to want a relationship or something like that, maybe this isn’t so bad?’
Isn’t he the handsome man she wanted so badly?
Though he falls far short of Cha Eun-woo, he’s not bad.
But Lenea herself just bowed her head, not knowing what to do.
“I-I-I (archaic female)…
that is-.” “I (archaic female)?
Haha, cute.
What’s your name?”
He’s a player.
He’s playing around with the grandmother.