Chapter1 : "JANG TAESOO "
"P-please! I'm begging you! D-don't kill me!"
The middle-aged man's voice tore through the quiet room, raw and strained from shouting. Bruises bloomed across his face and arms, dark against his clammy skin as he scrambled backward on the cold tile floor, desperate to put distance between himself and the figure before him.
"Ssshhh…"
The sound was soft — barely more than a breath — but it sent shivers down the man's spine. He froze, eyes wide with terror as he stared up at the man seated casually in a leather armchair, looking down at him with an expression as cold as ice.
Jang Taesoo leaned forward slightly, his gaze pinning the other man in place. Mr. Oh looked ready to piss himself where he knelt, and Taesoo drank in the sight with a slow, sharp grin.
"Mr. Oh… Did you really think I was stupid enough to let you slip away twice?"
His voice was low and smooth, carrying none of the panic or anger the man might have expected. That was what made it so much worse.
"I-I'm sorry…! I-It won't happen again! Please spare me! T-The safe was already broken open when I got there… I never thought those fucking bastards would turn on me!"
Tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, snot running from his nose to stain his shirt collar. Taesoo didn't flinch — he already knew every word of the story. Without looking away from the man on the floor, he lifted a hand and gestured with two fingers. His secretary stepped forward immediately, pressing a silver lighter into his palm.
"Hmmmm… You people never fail to amuse me. Did you and your little group of idiots once stop to think about what you were getting yourselves into?"
He paused, bringing a cigarette to his lips and clicking the lighter open with a sharp snick.
"I bet not."
The flame cast a brief, warm glow across his face before he leaned in to light the tobacco.
"W-well… we thought it would be easy to run from you… but we were wrong! Please, let me go this time! I-I promise I'll help you find the others — every last one of them! Just let me live…"
The man bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the floor, his body shaking with sobs. Taesoo watched him for a long moment, then pulled the cigarette from his mouth and stood slowly. He moved closer, his polished dress shoes stopping just inches from the man's head before he reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head back hard enough to make him cry out.
"Aaahhh!… P-please! Spare me… hic… I want to live… waahh!… I don't want to d-die!"
The tears streaked through the dirt on his face, leaving muddy trails in their wake. Taesoo leaned down, blowing a slow stream of smoke directly into the man's wide, terrified eyes. His own gaze was bright and sharp — the red of his irises seeming to glow in the low light.
The poor man's fear finally broke him. A warm puddle spread across the tile beneath him, the sharp smell of urine filling the room. Taesoo wrinkled his nose and kicked him away with the toe of his shoe, scoffing as he straightened up, still grinning.
"Aahhhhhh… Fucking pig. Disgusting."
He paused, tapping ash from his cigarette onto the floor beside the trembling man.
"Well… can't be helped, I suppose. What to do with you, though? Should I ship you off to some backwater country… or cut off your limbs and leave you to bleed out?"
Mr. Oh looked up at him, his face drained of all color. Shock and pure dread twisted his features into something almost unrecognizable.
"P-please! Just deport me! I don't want to die! Spare my life! P-please — let me go!"
He bowed again and again, his forehead thudding softly against the floor each time. Taesoo watched him, taking another slow drag from his cigarette. There was a thrill in this — in holding someone's life in his hands, watching them beg and grovel. It always amused him, always made his blood race.
After a moment, he let out a low chuckle and spoke.
"Fine. I'll give you three days… No — make it two. Bring me their locations and full files. If you're late by even a minute… say goodbye to more than just your freedom. Might as well clean up that mess you made while you're at it."
His grin widened as understanding dawned on the man's face — he knew exactly what Taesoo meant. He swayed on his knees, looking ready to collapse. Satisfied, Taesoo waved a hand at the men standing along the wall.
"Throw him out. And have someone mop this floor before I come back."
The men moved forward immediately, hauling the sobbing Mr. Oh to his feet and dragging him toward the door. A few minutes later, the secretary returned, closing the door quietly behind him.
"Sir — what would you like me to do next?"
Taesoo leaned back in his chair, feeling relaxed and surprisingly good. He exhaled a plume of smoke toward the ceiling and fixed his secretary with a sharp look.
"Call them. I want my Muses in my office right now. I'm in the mood for a little extra exercise."
He grinned, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. Before his secretary could respond, Taesoo reached out and grabbed him by the waist, yanking him forward until he was sitting on his lap.
"D'you ever want to join them, Hyunjin? You've got the discipline I like — perfect for training. But…"
He paused, tilting his head as he looked at his secretary's face.
"Hmmm… looking at you like this actually turns me right off."
Hyunjin stared at him for a beat, then carefully stood up from his lap and cleared his throat. He adjusted his suit jacket with practiced composure.
"Sir, I am happily married. And I have been loyal to you — and to your father before you — for years now. Please respect my personal space. After all, you've trusted me with more than anyone else."
He spoke calmly, then bowed deeply to his boss. Taesoo watched him, a smirk playing at his lips before he gave a slow nod.
"Sure, sure. I'm not a homewrecker… Oh wait — maybe I am. Hahaha!"
He laughed loud and full, the sound echoing off the walls. He knew perfectly well he wasn't what anyone would call "normal" — not with his tastes, his hobbies, or the way he ran his world. But he'd never cared much for fitting in anyway.
Jang Taesoo was a master manipulator, born into the world of control and deceit that was The Aurora Consortium. From childhood, his family trained him to be ruthless, cunning, and calculating — honing his natural ability to read people, exploit their weaknesses, and use his charm to take whatever he wanted. Years of this conditioning had left him with every aspect of his life firmly in hand.
The Aurora Consortium was no mere business — it was a ruthless organization that wielded violence, intimidation, and manipulation as tools to achieve its goals. Taesoo's family had built a vast network of loyal followers and enforcers who carried out their dirty work, often resorting to brutal force to get results.
To Taesoo, the Consortium was more than just his legacy — it was his playground, where he sharpened his skills and expanded his empire. He was always on the hunt for new pawns to add to his game, and those who dared cross him quickly found themselves tangled in his web of deceit. Some survived the experience; others did not. The line was simple: Taesoo only ended a life if it was worth killing for.
A product of his upbringing, with a talent for manipulation refined by years of training and experience, he was a force no one could afford to underestimate — as the man thrown out just moments ago had learned the hard way.
Beyond his work with the Consortium, Taesoo had created a website where he revealed his true colors. He hosted live streams showcasing explicit content — what most would call pornography, but what he referred to as art. The viewers were far from ordinary; only those with the means to pay could access his online exhibits. To maintain his anonymity, he always wore a gas mask to cover his face — a choice that only added to his allure, making the site infamous in certain circles.
Taesoo's upbringing had shaped his desires in three critical ways: first, to break people down and make them submit; second, to train them to be obedient; and third, to mold them perfectly into the person he wanted them to be. Those who met his standards were called his Muses. For many who desired him physically or romantically, being named a Muse was seen as the ultimate ticket to his attention.
At first, the arrangement thrilled him. He sought out candidates who could handle the demands of being his Muse, but while he found a few who came close, none ever met — let alone exceeded — his expectations.
Slowly but surely, his sex life began to feel stale. So he threw himself deeper into his work with the Aurora Consortium, mastering every skill in his arsenal until he was unmatched in his field.
"Tell them to come straight to my room — already prepared. I don't want to waste time; we have a raid planned soon."
Taesoo's voice carried clear authority as he gave his instructions to Hyunjin.
"Yes, Sir. Right away."
Hyunjin bowed deeply and turned to leave. Taesoo remained seated on the couch, leaning back to let his body unwind.
"Should I read while I wait?"
He spoke to himself aloud. Lately, he'd developed a new hobby: reading novels. It helped clear his mind and gave him a rare moment of peace.
Making up his mind, he stood and walked to his desk, settling into his leather chair. He pulled open the left-hand drawer to reveal a book with a worn cover — Lost in Paradise. A grin spread across his face as he lifted it, running his fingers over the title.
"How many times have I read this damn thing? I'll look like a total nerd if I don't stop re-reading it."
He'd gone through the novel more times than he could count, knowing every plot twist and the ending by heart — yet he never grew tired of it.
A low chuckle escaped him as he flipped open the cover, then caught sight of his reflection in the mirror mounted on the side of his desk. He glanced at himself and shook his head.
"Fucking bitch… making me look like a dumbass just for reading."
His muttering was cut short by voices and footsteps in the hallway outside. He set the book down on the desk, his expression shifting into something sharp and wicked. He knew exactly who was approaching.
Three men and two women filed into the room. Seated behind his desk, Taesoo looked like a predator who'd just called his pets to heel. He curled his fingers in a gesture for them to come closer.
"Come here — I haven't seen my Muses in far too long."
He ordered them to stand directly in front of him, his gaze sweeping over each one with obvious pleasure. As his eyes locked onto theirs, a shiver ran down every spine in the group — they felt weak and exposed under his stare.
Taesoo caught the subtle shift in their posture and grinned. His attention settled on the three men, who met his gaze with eyes full of yearning — a clear plea for his focus and affection.
The two women watching nearby looked almost relieved. They knew Jang Taesoo for his insatiable drive, and while they desired him deeply, they couldn't match his stamina. Only these three men came even close to keeping up with him.
"Strip."
The single word was low and sharp, leaving no room for argument.
His piercing stare made the men go weak at the knees. As if answering their owner's call, they began to remove their clothes slowly — and when the fabric fell away, elegant, sexy lingerie bloomed into view, fully exposing their forms beneath. Taesoo's lips curved higher as he took in the sight.
"Hmmm… Still as perfect as ever. Come — let me get a closer look at you three. And ladies," he glanced over his shoulder, "you can start as well."
The women nodded in understanding, beginning to undress as they made their way to the couch across the room.
"Once I'm done with my boys, you'll take their place. Then we'll switch back again — just like I trained you to do. We'll go in a circle until I'm satisfied."
Taesoo gave them a brief smile of approval, and they nodded weakly, their focus fixed on him.
"T-Taesoo… I'm almost… I want it so badly…"
One of the men spoke up, his voice thick with desire and obsession.
"Me too — I've missed you so much… Please touch your humble muse… Please… I need you…"
Another fidgeted where he stood, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.
"I'm ready whenever you are… Please give me your attention…"
The third man's words hung in the air as all three begged for his touch, looking as if being apart from him had left a void they needed him to fill. Taesoo let out a low chuckle before responding.
"Sit in front of me."
He pointed a finger at his desk. The men exchanged knowing glances, then walked over and settled onto the polished surface, positioning themselves with their legs slightly parted. They filled the space like a carefully prepared feast, waiting for him to take his first bite.
The sight was intoxicating — provocative in a way that made Taesoo's smile widen with approval. The lingerie highlighted every line of their bodies, with just enough skin showing to tease. His gaze raked over them like fire, and they shuddered in response — a reaction that made him smirk.
"Hurry… t-touch me please…"
The man on his right spoke through trembling lips, his eyes locked on Taesoo's. Taesoo grinned and let out a soft scoff.
"Who said you could speak? Did I ever give you permission to do as you please?"
As he spoke, his large hands traveled up the man's thighs, his fingers calloused and veiny against smooth skin. The man let out a low moan, his body quivering under the touch.
"Aaahh… I-I'm sorry… haa… Ahngh…"
Taesoo had reduced the man to this state with nothing more than a light touch. He chuckled, letting his hands drift slowly down the man's thighs until they settled on his ass.
"—Hngh!... haaahh...."
The man jolted violently as Taesoo's fingers brushed against his entrance — every inch of him overly sensitive, the result of how Taesoo had trained their bodies to respond to even the faintest contact.
"Haha — look at you trembling. I haven't even done anything yet."
A sneer played on his lips, his eyes bright with amusement and excitement. He pulled his hand away and turned his gaze to the other two men sitting before him.
Standing up, he fixed his attention on the man in the middle and the one on his left — then suddenly reached out, pinching and twisting their nipples in one sharp motion. The two weren't prepared for the sudden contact; they moaned loudly, their bodies trembling violently as they locked eyes with him. The pain and pleasure flooded through them in waves — exactly how he'd taught them to feel.
"—Oh god!...Ughh—!"
The man in the middle cried out, his voice mixing agony and ecstasy as he shook, staring straight at Taesoo with eyes full of lust and yearning.
"Nhngh—!... W-wait.... hic..."
The man on the left could barely speak, tears pricking at his eyes as his body jolted and quivered all over. He looked up at Taesoo as a wave of immense pleasure washed over him — proof that his training had taken deep root in their very nerves.
Taesoo stared down at all three with hungry, cold eyes — a look that made them weak and desperate for more of his touch. They looked like perfect dolls tailored just for him. He chuckled and pulled his hands away.
"Beautiful, Your bodies clearly remember my touch. Hmmm… Should I take off my clothes?"
He teased, his eyes fixed on the three men. They nodded eagerly, swallowing hard as excitement and nervousness warred within them.
Slowly, he began removing his coat and suit jacket, then peeled off his dress shirt. As each layer came away, his massive upper body was revealed — broad shoulders, well-defined muscles, and intricate tattoos covering his chest, back, and arms. His pants remained firmly on, emphasizing the contrast between his exposed torso and the rest of him still clothed.
The three men scrambled to their feet, crowding around him to help finish undressing his upper body as they stared, their eyes drinking in every inch of him. Taesoo was tall, his toned frame commanding space and attention. Everything about him screamed dominance — a body that made the three men's pulses race with lust and need.
"Look at you three… Haa… What a lovely reaction…"
Taesoo laughed low as he peeled off his dress shirt, leaving only his dark trousers clinging to his hips. Tossing the fabric aside, he leaned into the closest man and captured his lips in a deep kiss. The man melted into him instantly, hands moving to grip Taesoo's tattooed shoulders as he kissed back with desperate hunger — already feeling waves of pleasure wash over him from nothing more than the press of lips and touch of skin.
Taesoo's tongue slid past his lips, and the man shuddered, a low moan rumbling in his chest.
"Ngh... Hmph... "
The sound hung thick in the air as their kiss deepened, his whimpers growing louder with every brush of Taesoo's mouth against his. Out of the corner of his eye, Taesoo saw the other two men edging closer, their gazes fixed on his lips — their bodies already tense with need, knowing even the lightest touch from him would send pleasure coursing through them. He pulled away with a smirk, leaving the first man breathless and swaying, his cheeks flushed from the warmth of their embrace.
"Come closer... "
His voice was a rough murmur that cut through the quiet. The two stepped forward in unison, their mouths already slightly parted — they'd been trained to know what he wanted before he asked.
"You too"
Taesoo added, looking back at the first man.
"Open those pretty mouths, sweeties."
The endearment sent a visible shiver through all three. It was their signal he was fully lost in the moment, and their faces softened with devotion and obsession. One by one, they let their tongues fall out, waiting patiently for his next move — small whimpers escaping them just from the anticipation of his touch.
Taesoo leaned forward, spitting onto each waiting tongue in turn. The men trembled at the contact, their eyes fluttering shut as pleasure shot through them.
"Swallow."
The single command was sharp and clear. Without hesitation, all three closed their mouths and swallowed, their throats bobbing in unison as they obeyed.
Then he pulled each one into a searing kiss, mixing his saliva with theirs and making them cry out with bliss.
"Taesoo... Hmph..."
"Taesoo-hyung... Nhngh"
"My Taesoo... Ungh"
They chanted his name like a prayer as wet, slippery sounds filled the room. Taesoo savored every second, moving from one man to the next with deliberate care — they were a feast he intended to enjoy slowly. But then their kisses grew bolder, tongues licking at his jaw and neck like he was a treat they'd waited years to taste, each contact sending fresh jolts of pleasure through their bodies.
"My darlings.... Haaah... Aggressive today, huh... That's quite new.."
Taesoo groaned as he wrapped his long, muscular arms around all three, pulling their bodies flush against his. He matched their fire with his own, his touch growing rough as he pressed them closer, reminding them exactly who was in control. Their wails and moans blended into a melody he'd never tire of hearing — every caress and kiss pushing them further into bliss.
Just as the moment peaked, the door burst open with a deafening crash. The two women on the couch jolted upright, their eyes wide with shock as they clutched at their own lingerie.
Taesoo's head snapped toward the doorway, his expression hardening into a glare. There stood Hyunjin, his secretary — the room's only unwelcome presence.
"Can't you fucking knock?! You've startled the ladies!"
He shouted, his voice sharp with anger. As the women stood and made their way calmly to the desk, Taesoo shot them a quick, reassuring glance before turning his full attention back to Hyunjin.
The secretary stood firm, his face serious despite the outburst.
"Sir — we have a situation."
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