Raizen woke up without a word.
The morning light filtered through the blinds, cutting soft lines across the folded uniform draped neatly over the chair.
No complaints this time.
No sarcasm.
No whining.
He stood in front of the mirror, expression blank, as he buttoned up the sleek, form-fitting uniform from Seo Yoori's company.
"Let's get this over with," he muttered.
Then, as if reminding himself, his voice deepened.
"They want a dog… I'll be a wolf in their collar."
His schedule today was packed — daytime at Seo Yoori's fashion company, nighttime at Xuē Liuyue's elegant bar. But he didn't resist. No arguing, no dramatic sighs. He had nothing better to do… and everything to prove.
He needs this job, not only to pass his subject's assessment or to fuel his future ventures, this in a way is for him to prove his dedication.
The more he endured, the more he learned.
The more he learned, the faster he could dominate this city.
And the faster he conquered it, the sooner he could taste beautiful women.
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Arriving at Yoori's Company
He stood in front of a clean, modern five-story building. A simple black sign read: "Yoori's" — elegant, minimalist, direct. Reflecting the owner.
Stepping through the doors, Raizen blinked.
"…so Professional.."
He didn't expect much from a company run by a 22-year-old, but the inside was bustling — employees hustled back and forth, carrying boxes, adjusting displays, moving through glass doors and into elevators.
It wasn't just busy — it was a machine, and every piece moved with sharp, practiced precision.
He walked to the front desk.
"Hanazawa Takumi. I'm the new hire."
The receptionist, a short-haired woman with a headset and tablet, blinked. "You're… early. Thirty minutes early, in fact. Noted." She handed him an ID and a small silver key. "Please wear your ID at all times. You'll be working under Miss Seo Yoori directly — she's expecting you on the fifth floor. Your station is on the second floor, but head up first."
Raizen raised the key. "What's this?"
"The key card doesn't unlock Miss Seo's office door directly — it simply activates a sensor outside the entrance. Only those she personally authorizes can even get close enough to trigger it. But even then, you can't enter unless she manually unlocks the door from inside. In other words, it works more like a personal doorbell — a way for her to control exactly who gets to come in, and when."
Raizen narrowed his eyes. "Sounds stupid. Isn't that a bit… portentous?"
The receptionist didn't even blink. "Please refrain from any language that disrespects the boss's image. Proceed upstairs."
He didn't argue. Just nodded and walked toward the elevator.
Behind him, the receptionist tilted her head.
"Who the hell is this guy? No notice, no formal introduction… and he's working directly under her?"
She watched his back disappear into the elevator.
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In the Elevator
Raizen stood among five others.
All women.
He scanned them briefly — tall, slim, gorgeous. Sharp suits, flawless makeup, effortless posture. The kind of women you'd see on fashion ads. He cleared his throat, adjusting his collar.
"…Is this a fashion company or a model agency?"
His thoughts were already drifting toward darker instincts, but he pushed them down.
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Fifth Floor – Seo Yoori's Office
It was quiet up here. Only a few doors. The corridor smelled faintly of perfume and expensive leather.
Unlike the ground floor, this floor has barely any people.
He walked up to the door that said "Seo Yoori" in silver font. He raised the key and—
Shhhk.
The door slid open before he touched it.
"Hmph. So she's watching," he muttered, eyes narrowing at the cameras mounted around the floor. He realized she must've known the moment he arrived.
He stepped in—
And froze.
Seo Yoori was mid-change. Her pants were half-down, exposing flawless white lace underwear that hugged her hips. Her upper body wore only a lacy white bra — elegant, royal, absurdly expensive-looking.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then—
"PERVERT!!"
A stapler flew toward his head.
"W-wait—!"
A pencil cup. A tablet. Another stapler.
He caught one, dodged another, backed up—then stepped into the room and closed the door.
"Will you stop screaming?! Someone might hear!"
Her cheeks were red, her body tense. But his words made sense. She didn't want rumors that a man saw her changing.
She growled. "Turn around! Eyes away, now!"
He turned, hands raised like a criminal. "Happy?"
She changed quickly. After a few awkward seconds, she cleared her throat.
"…Ahem. I'm dressed. You can look."
He turned. She was back in business mode — hair down, outfit crisp, cold expression in place. But her eyes still glistened, her cheeks still had a tinge of red.
She felt awkward inside, "Why did moments like this keep happening in front of him?"
"Listen up. Your job is assistant for this floor. You don't come up here unless I call you from your desk phone. Don't talk back. Don't ask questions. Follow the rules, or you're fired."
Raizen clenched his hand in his pocket. "Yeah, yeah. I heard you."
"Good. Then get out of my sight."
He turned toward the door. But then—
"Oh, one more thing," she added, smirking.
"You're not allowed to use the elevator."
He stopped.
"…What?"
"This company only hires female staff. Our last male intern? He harassed someone in the elevator. Since then, all male part timers must use the stairs."
Raizen narrowed his eyes. "That's not fair, and you know it."
"Then resign. I'll call HR right now — I'm sure they'll love to hear how the new guy's already whining about company policy."
He exhaled through his nose… then smiled.
"I could use the exercise anyway."
She smiled back. "Good boy. Your contract's on your desk. Sign it and give it to the floor manager."
Just as Raizen was about to close the door, he glanced back with a smirk.
"All white today, huh?" he called out.
Yoori's eyes widened — her face instantly flushing red as she grabbed another stapler and hurled it at him.
But before it could hit, he let out a low chuckle and shut the door behind him.
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Second Floor
He entered the second floor.
The women here were stunning. Sharp heels clicked. Silk blouses shimmered. The moment he walked in, heads turned.
Seo Yoori and Xuē Liuyue were used to beauty, they were admired by the most handsome men in the continent. To them, Raizen was still a nobody with a bad reputation. But these girls? Outsiders?
They saw something else entirely.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Defined jawline. Sharp, lazy eyes that looked dangerous and tired at the same time.
He wasn't just hot. He looked like trouble.
Their eyes lingered.
He ignored them — but smiled inside. These girls will be easy to conquer, he thought.
He filled out the paperwork and passed it to his floor manager then finally sat at his desk.
Then—
Ring.
The phone buzzed.
"Come up to the fifth floor. Bring the box on your desk."
He looked at the box.
It was huge.
Heavy.
Not even five minutes in, and she was already testing him.
He gripped the phone, a nerve twitching on his temple.
"...So that's your game. Break me down with grunt work and watch me fold?"
He cracked his neck.
"Wrong prey, princess."
he stood up.
He lifted the box.
And he took the stairs.