The sun hadn't even warmed the courtyard when Min-Joon strolled across it like it owed him rent. His hair was a little too perfect. His smile? Criminally confident. A freshman girl dropped her entire breakfast sandwich just watching him pass. Somewhere behind him, a professor murmured "damn" under her breath. The legend was growing. But today… he wasn't just walking for effect.
He had a plan.
And it involved obsession.
The System's voice echoed in his head like a smug narrator.
[Next Quest: "Taste of Obsession"]
• Objective: Trigger voluntary obsession from a target
• Bonus: Force a public confession on live broadcast
• Reward: Control Matrix (Psych Layer) + Underground Seduction Society Invite
Min-Joon's reply was simple: "Bet."
His destination? The campus radio station — a glass-walled booth nestled above the library, where voices traveled farther than secrets and confessions had no rewind button. His new target was already waiting: Ji-Woo, communications major, fourth-year, anchor of the live lunchtime segment "Say It or Regret It."
She was tall, sleek, and had a tongue sharper than exam season.
Known for grilling cheaters and soft-launching her exes live on air.
Today, she'd met her match.
"You're late," Ji-Woo said as he walked in.
"You're breathtaking," he replied, slipping off his sunglasses. "Guess we're both full of bad habits."
She blinked.
Smiled — reluctantly.
"You know this is live, right?"
"That's the only way I perform," Min-Joon purred, settling into the mic seat.
"Mic check?" she asked.
He leaned into it and whispered: "Every woman I touch becomes art."
She covered her smile with her script.
And clicked "ON AIR."
"Welcome back to Say It or Regret It," she said, voice professional. "Today's guest is Min-Joon. Known campus-wide for his, uh… devastating charisma."
Min-Joon flashed a grin that melted the intern standing outside the booth.
"I prefer 'emotionally confusing icon.'"
"You ready for the confessional segment?" Ji-Woo asked.
"Oh, sweetheart," he said, eyes locking on hers. "I'm the one people confess to."
She handed him a listener card. He didn't read it.
Instead, he looked directly into the mic and said:
"To the girl who thinks I forgot what your lips tasted like last night — I didn't. You kissed me like I was a mistake worth making. And I promise, when you dream about me tonight, I'll still be in that same shirt you left wrinkled."
Ji-Woo's face went blank.
The studio went silent.
Her fingers trembled slightly on the board.
And the campus chat exploded.
[Anonymous]: "THAT WAS TO ME."
[User23]: "I kissed him last night—WAS THAT FOR REAL?"
[Yuna]: "Oh my god…"
[Bit-Na]: "I'm sweating."
[Han-Ah]: "Why is this working on me?"
Ji-Woo leaned in.
"You… have no shame."
"I collect it in jars," he whispered, "and gift-wrap it."
Then his voice dropped — playful and razor-sharp.
"But if you want to confess something, Ji-Woo, now's the time."
She laughed. "Me? To you?"
He tilted his head. "Or do you want me to make you?"
She froze.
The energy shifted.
Live.
Unfiltered.
Raw.
And then she said it.
On air.
"I think about you more than I should."
Boom.
Explosion.
✅ Public Confession: COMPLETE
💰 Reward: Control Matrix Unlocked + VIP Invitation Delivered
Ji-Woo ended the show five minutes early.
Stormed out of the booth.
Slapped him on the chest.
"You're a bastard."
He leaned into her ear. "You're addicted."
She didn't deny it.
Just walked away — fast — cheeks flushed.
Min-Joon stepped out into the sunlight like a man who'd just robbed a bank and left a rose behind. The invitation waited in his system:
[You are invited.]
THE HEDONIST SOCIETY: Seoul Chapter
Location: Secret Rooftop – Address to be revealed at sunset
Dress Code: Sin
Entry Code: LustLevelMaxx
He grinned.
"System," he said, "order me a black suit, a bottle of expensive regret, and a smile that'll make the moon blush."
That night, he stood at the edge of Seoul, thirty stories above morality, watching the entrance to the society unfold. One by one, the beautiful, the dangerous, the broken, the elite walked through golden doors. Inside, sex hung in the air like perfume. Music pulsed like breath. Eyes watched. Whispers trailed him.
Min-Joon?
He arrived.
And the game?
Had just begun.