Seoul, South Korea
A Rolls-Royce slowly drove out of an estate, followed by more than a dozen black luxury cars, and the electronic sensor gate quietly closed after the convoy had left.
In the center of the manor stood a three-story villa, with security guards patrolling everywhere. In a bedroom on the second floor of the villa, the bed and floor were covered with dolls. Clothes were thrown everywhere. The most nosebleed-inducing items were the pink panties and bra discarded on the floor. The person on the bed was covered with a blanket, face hidden, only revealing multicolored long hair. When the first ray of morning sunlight streamed in, a pair of tender pink arms stretched out. Slowly, slender white fingers pushed aside the blanket, revealing a delicate face. Long eyelashes fluttered. She opened her hazy sleepy eyes. After a moment, her big eyes regained focus, her eyeballs darting around.
She looked at the sunlight outside the window, revealing a charming smile, stretched, and sat up. The blanket slid down, revealing her thin white shoulders, round and firm breasts, dotted with two bright pink buds. She stared blankly for a moment, as if remembering something, pouted, showing cute dimples. She jumped from the bed to the floor, her long legs and the mysterious black forest stirring wild fantasies.
Picking up the pink sheer nightgown by the bed and slipping it on, her perfect, curvaceous body is faintly visible through the sunlight streaming in through the window. This is far more eye-catching than being completely naked. Walking to the floor-length mirror to appraise herself, she smiles with satisfaction. If any man were to see this, it would be impossible for him not to sin.
Raising a fist at the mirror： "Kim Ji-sun, you've got to work hard—that pervert won't escape from your grasp." With that, she opens the door and quietly slips out. Arriving at the door of a guest room, she gently opens it, but upon seeing the empty room, her once radiant smile vanishes, replaced by a face full of fury.
Walking to the bedside, she picks up a note on which is written： You witch, you want me to give up the entire forest for you and marry you—no way. My ideal is to wine, dine, and bed all the beauties under heaven; how could I give up such a promising career as a playboy just for you? Don't bother looking for me, you won't find me. Goodbye.........
"You bastard, you can't get away! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll drag you back!" With that, she tears the note to shreds, and then the sound of things crashing and smashing rings out from the room.
Downstairs in the living room, several big men in black suits are playing cards. Hearing the crashing from upstairs, their expressions shift. Exchanging glances, they stand up and quietly creep toward the door. Just as they reach the entrance, a crisp, pleasant voice rings out： "Uncle Sung-woo, where are you all going?".
"Ah... ah... haha... Ji-sun, we were just thinking of going out for breakfast." The leader, a burly man in his forties, says with a forced laugh. The others chime in, "Yeah, yeah, we're just going out for breakfast."
"Is that so？" Kim Ji-sun tilts her head and asks suspiciously. Staring at them with her beautiful eyes, her gaze darts around shiftily, as if she's plotting something.
Kim Jiseon suddenly smiled, staring at them with innocent eyes. Anyone who didn't know her would definitely think she was a good girl. But the big guys below couldn't help but shudder at her smile： "It's over, someone's about to be unlucky again."
But surprisingly, this witch didn't torment them. Instead, she walked over to Lee Seongwoo, grabbed his arm, and shook it vigorously. Her sweet smile could melt any man with a heart of stone. "Uncle Seongwoo, go talk to Dad for me. I want to go to China."
Watching her like this, Lee Seongwoo felt an inexplicable shudder in his heart, knowing nothing good would come of it. Sure enough, when he heard Kim Jiseon say she wanted to go to China. No way, that would be asking for the old master's life. Kim's only daughter, usually doted on like a treasure—how could going to China be possible?
"No way." There was no hesitation in his refusal. "Uncle Seongwoo, please, just help me out. I promise I won't cause you guys any more trouble from now on." Kim Jiseon said with tears in her eyes.
"Jiseon, if you want to go to China, you have to tell your father yourself. What we say won't make a difference. You know the old master keeps a close eye on you. Usually, you can't even go far within the country, let alone to China."
"Hmph！" She threw off Lee Seongwoo's arm, and the tears that were about to fall disappeared. Fuming, she said： "You all just bully me. I'm going to find Mom. She'll definitely agree." With that, she ran out, arrived at the garage where a pink Ferrari top-tier sports car was parked, opened the door, and slipped inside. Vroom！ A powerful engine roar, the screeching sound of tires grinding against the ground. A streak of pink vanished before Lee Seongwoo's eyes.
Lee Seongwoo shouted： "Quick, protect the young lady. Don't let anything happen." Several people hurriedly got into the car and chased after her, but by the time they hit the road, all they could see were the taillights getting farther and farther away.