Chapter 17

The responses began to trickle in, with three women reacting immediately. Grace Jiwoo, graded A, was the first to respond, her message laced with a hint of curiosity. “What’s this?” she asked, her words dripping with innocence.

Lily Yeonwoo, graded C, responded with a simple “??” - her confusion palpable.

Charlotte Hyejin, graded B, was more direct, her messages coming in rapid succession. “Who is this?” she asked, followed by “Dong Min oppa, what is this room?” Her words were tinged with a sense of wariness, as if she was unsure of what lay ahead.

As the minutes ticked by, the other invited women began to join the chat room, their responses flooding in. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that my plan was unfolding with ease.

A maniacal laughter echoed in my mind, “Kekekekek!” The game was afoot, and I was ready to take down the mastermind behind this twisted scheme.

I was consumed by an uncontrollable fit of laughter, my body surrendering to the overwhelming amusement that coursed through my veins. It was as if I had become a puppet, with someone else pulling the strings, rendering me powerless to stifle the unbridled hilarity that erupted from my lips.

“Kakakakak!” The sound of my own laughter echoed through the air, a cacophony of uncontainable mirth that seemed to reverberate deep within my chest.

With tears of laughter welling up in my eyes, I managed to compose myself enough to navigate to the gallery on my device.

My fingers danced across the screen, selecting the neighbor’s compromising photos with a mischievous intent. I began uploading them to the chat room, each click a deliberate and calculated move in a twisted game of digital cat and mouse.

Dong Min: (Photo 1)

The first image was just the beginning, a tantalizing teaser that set the stage for the salacious spectacle that was to unfold. I followed it up with a succession of carefully curated photos, each one more incriminating than the last.

Dong Min: (Photo 2)

Dong Min: (Photo 3)

The uploads continued, a steady stream of compromising images that threatened to upend the very fabric of the chat room’s decorum.

Dong Min: (Photo 10)

I stopped at ten, a deliberate decision to exercise restraint in the face of unmitigated chaos. My criterion for selection had been simple: the face had to be recognizable, the identity of the subject unmistakable.

And, as fate would have it, one of the photos featured a woman named Lily Yeonwoo, who happened to be a participant in the chat room at that very moment.

The coincidence was almost too delicious to bear, a twist of fate that added an extra layer of complexity to the already volatile situation.

The women’s end of the chat room had fallen silent, a deafening stillness that seemed to reverberate through the digital space.

They must have been stunned into speechlessness by the explicit photos I had shared, their minds reeling from the sheer audacity of my actions.

Emboldened by their silence, I decided to push the boundaries even further. “I’m incredibly good at sex,” I typed, the words flowing effortlessly onto the screen. “I want to fuck you all so badly. Is anyone interested in having sex with me?”