I Became an NPC That Rankers Are Obsessed Over

“This is…”

Wi Cheong-san looked at Sang-moon with a devastated expression.

The endlessly stretching line of Ilshim’s mourners was heading straight toward him.

To personally turn Wi Cheong-san into the deceased.

Having lost his last hope, he heaved his massive body from the chair.

Then he slowly took a step back.

The Executor approached the retreating Wi Cheong-san leisurely.

She spoke in a low voice.

“Even now, tell me where Si-ho is. Then, I’ll spare your life.”

“Is… is that true?”

The man’s eyes, devoid of hope, suddenly sparkled.

“Of course, I never break a promise I’ve made.”

Wi Cheong-san swallowed hard at her sweet offer.

Then, after looking around, he slowly opened his mouth.

“The fourth floor, in the training room. It’s one of the hidden rooms behind the dressing room hallway.”

“What did you do there?”

An Ilshim executive interrogated him.

At that, the corners of Wi Cheong-san’s mouth twitched.

“What do you mean, what did I do… Isn’t it obvious?”

The words that came out of his mouth were shocking.

It was hard to believe that such things were happening in Korea.

“You lock the child in an airtight room sprayed with aphrodisiacs. Then, when they’re completely defenseless, you knead their body to absorb the drug through their skin.”

The Executor’s lower eyelid twitched.

Her hand almost reached for the gun tucked inside her jacket.

“I’ll kill you.”

Anna, holding a dagger, strode toward him.

She wanted to tear apart Wi Cheong-san’s belly fat, piece by piece, right then and there.

The fat on Wi Cheong-san’s belly trembled, startled by her cold description.

The Executor calmly stopped Anna and asked again.

“How do you remove the absorbed aphrodisiac?”

“If you clean it off in time and take an antidote, it will be expelled through sweat.”

The red-eyed killer let out a deep sigh.

At least there was some relief.

But one part of his words lingered in her mind.

What would happen if it wasn’t cleaned off in time?

As if answering that question, Wi Cheong-san muttered.

With a very sinister look on his face.

“If it’s not removed in time, it could be permanently absorbed…”

The two of them were lost in imagining what might have happened to Si-ho.

Wi Cheong-san slowly started walking backward, gauging their reactions.

“What happens… if it’s permanently absorbed?”

The Executor asked, taking a deep breath.

“What happens? Even a plain girl will develop an adult’s body.”

Wi Cheong-san answered her question with a faint smirk.

Now that he had found a way to survive, his face showed confidence.

The fat man pressed a switch attached to the wall.

A magnificent portrait behind the sofa split open.

Soon, a passageway connecting to the adjacent building appeared.

In the corridor, another reinforcement squad of Wi Cheong-san’s men had already arrived.

The owner of Chinatown had called for reinforcements at the back of the building while the two were busy fighting with the rankers.

Wi Cheong-san ran toward his subordinates.

The Executor watched him with rage-filled eyes.

“Catch him.”

Sang-moon and Ilshim’s staff raised their weapons in unison.

They charged at the flooding Chinese gangsters.

Among them was Anna.

Her clouded eyes focused on just one person among the numerous Chinese.

The fat man running away in the distance.

With each step he took, the flesh on his sides jiggled.

Fighting off enemies blocking her path, she rushed toward him relentlessly.

The silver-haired killer stabbed the throats of the bastards more brutally than ever before.

The Executor stared at her heinous actions.

She thought to herself.

With Anna and Sang-moon here, this place will sort itself out.

The important thing now is Si-ho.

Before that child is ruined by the drug, she needs to be detoxified quickly.

The Executor flicked her cigar away.

Then, she headed toward the fourth floor, in the opposite direction of the fight.

The fourth floor was just as chaotic as the fifth.

News of Wi Cheong-san’s escape had spread, and the dancers were scattering in all directions.

A massive sliding door swung open, and women poured into the hallway.

They were all rushing toward the central staircase.

The red-eyed killer scanned the crowd of dancers, searching for Si-ho.

But it was impossible to pick her out among so many people.

In the end, the Executor changed her strategy.

In times like this, it’s fastest to catch the head honcho and interrogate them.

Soon, the killer spotted a madam wearing an exceptionally extravagant cheongsam.

Without hesitation, she pushed aside the dancers and approached her.

“—!”

Startled by a sudden grip on her shoulder, Seonhwa let out a short scream.

The Executor leaned in and asked.

“You. Do you know where a dancer named Si-ho is?”

Faced with the red eyes, Seonhwa trembled.

At first, she shook her head at the Executor’s question.

But soon, as the cold muzzle of a gun touched her side, tears welled up in her eyes.

“If it’s Mi-ho… she’s in the Jasmine Room…”

“Mi-ho?”

Ah.

She recalled that was the name forced upon her here.

“Consider yourself lucky. If it weren’t urgent, I would’ve killed you on the spot.”

She roughly shoved Seonhwa’s shoulder away.

The madam collapsed powerlessly to the floor.

The Executor headed toward the sliding door amid the pouring crowd.

How large was this place for so many women to come out of it?

When she finally peeked through the crack in the door, the Executor’s jaw dropped.

She let out a scoff as if unable to believe what she saw.

Aside from the hallway, the entire fourth floor was made up of countless rooms.

Rooms installed here and there occupied the space like a maze.

The Executor peeked into one of the open rooms.

Inside was a single bed meant for entertaining men.

From the ceiling air conditioner, a thick herbal smell wafted down.

An aphrodisiac.

The rooms were spaces where people engaged in orgies under the influence of drugs in airtight rooms.

Was Si-ho somewhere in this breeding ground?

What if she had already been harmed by another man?

The anxiety spurred the Executor into action.

She wandered here and there, searching for a room labeled Jasmine.

Sweat dripped from her forehead.

Running through this space filled with a heavy concentration of aphrodisiacs was no different from madness.

However, knowing that, the Executor couldn’t help but hurriedly search for Si-ho.

She loosened the tightly knotted tie.

Then, gasping for breath, she began to fling open the doors of the rooms.

In some rooms, there were dancers exposed to the drugs for so long that they couldn’t even think of escaping.

They stared blankly at the Executor, who opened the door.

A girl who seemed no older than seventeen gave the Executor a faint smile.

With a face that didn’t suit her, filled with unnatural allure.

The sight was so disheartening that the Executor let out a deep sigh.

She turned her head away to avoid looking at the scene.

“—!”

Where her gaze landed was an unusually ornate room.

Unlike the other rooms, it was decorated so elaborately that it was hard to believe it was just another training room.

It was the Jasmine Room.

The Executor mustered the last of her strength and headed toward the room.

She stared intently at the firmly closed door.

Could Si-ho really be in here?

With a trembling heart, she grabbed the handle.

She slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

The room was very dark.

Only thanks to the light pouring in from the outside could she barely make out the interior.

A round bed came into view.

Unlike the beds in the other rooms, this one was unusually large.

It seemed to have been purposely prepared in a large size to accommodate various activities.

Soon, she saw a woman lying on the bed.

The Executor stared at her, lying on her side with her back turned.

A plump backside was wrapped in a black cheongsam.

Sensual curves formed over her smooth hips.

Could that girl really be Si-ho…?

The Executor couldn’t believe it, but she stepped inside to confirm her face.

“—!”

The Executor instinctively covered her nose with the back of her hand.

The concentration of aphrodisiacs in this room was particularly strong.

She cautiously approached the other side of the bed.

When the killer finally saw the woman’s face, she could only stare at her blankly.

The dancer sleeping soundly on the bed was none other than the Si-ho she had been searching for.

However, she looked completely different from the Si-ho she had known.

The tightly fitted cheongsam that clung to her body so much it revealed her navel.

Her prominent chest and the choker around her neck.

It was the complete opposite of the modest and reserved Si-ho who avoided revealing herself.

Si-ho’s body looked like that of a ripened girl, sensual and alluring.

The Executor thought to herself.

Could the person she found be Mi-ho, not Si-ho?

As she pondered, the sleeping Mi-ho drowsily opened her eyes.

Half-lidded, she gazed softly up at the Executor.

“Si-ho…”

The Executor looked down at the girl blankly.

Then, stretching like a fox, Si-ho arched her back.

The Executor stared at her wide hips.

Had she always had such sensual curves on her otherwise slender frame?

The cheongsam clinging to her body clearly outlined Si-ho’s figure.

In just one day, she had already become a temptress.

“Who are you…?”

Si-ho yawned as she looked up at the Executor.

At her response, the killer’s face turned pale.

The voice was undoubtedly the Si-ho she knew.

But something about it was softer and more seductive.

“Don’t you remember me?”

The dancer twisted her side hair with her fingers as if she couldn’t recall.

Then, as if something came to her, she smiled faintly.

“Oh, this voice… Is it the Executor?”

The jewel on her choker shimmered.

Like a single droplet adorning a pet.

“That’s right.”

The Executor let out a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat reassured.

At least she still remembered her name, so there was a chance of saving her.

She needed to get her out of here and detoxify her immediately.

That’s all that mattered.

The Executor slowly approached the girl dressed like a courtesan in a seductive cheongsam.

As she drew closer, her gaze fell on Si-ho’s thighs, which were noticeably fuller than before.

Her skin showed through the sheer brown stockings.

The tightly fitted stockings caused her thighs to bulge slightly.

Those curves were secured by garter belts.

Every exposed part of her body, from her legs to her chest, was covered in a smooth layer of lotion.

“This… what is this…”

The Executor cautiously reached out to touch that soft skin.

But Si-ho shyly covered her thighs with her skirt.

She muttered softly, her eyes half-closed.

“No… Seon-hwa unnie told me to make sure to apply it all over my body.”

Unnie?

The Executor’s eyebrows twitched at the word “unnie.”

Si-ho, who hated that word more than anyone, was now saying it so naturally.

And not to her, but to some stranger.

“Are you okay?”

The Executor’s calm pupils wavered, something that didn’t happen even when she killed or faced Wi Cheong-san.

She grabbed the young courtesan’s shoulders and shook her.

“What happened? What did they do to you?”

“What do you mean, what happened to me?”

Si-ho smiled shyly as she asked.

“What do you mean, this isn’t you…”

The Executor murmured softly at her question.

The Si-ho she had known was a thoughtful bartender who understood others’ hearts.

Si-ho gently grabbed the Executor’s arm.

She guided the Executor’s hand to caress her own cheek.

“Nothing much happened. When I resisted, so many unnie swarmed me all at once.”

“And then they massaged my body and applied this lotion all over me.”

The rookie dancer slid the Executor’s hand down her face.

As if she were rubbing lotion into it.

“From my collarbone… to my chest…”

Soon, the Executor’s hand began to slide downward along her collarbone.

“Like this… deep into every corner.”

Startled by Si-ho’s actions, the Executor pulled back.

Before she knew it, her hand had been massaging Si-ho’s chest.

“Thanks to them, my body has become so beautiful.”

The dancer smiled brightly, looking genuinely happy.

“Unnie said my body will grow even more soon. Then, just as Wi Cheong-san wanted…”

The Executor couldn’t comprehend that expression.

It wasn’t a natural smile.

It was a decadent smile, as if she had forcibly let go of everything.

The Executor wiped the lotion from her fingers onto her clothes.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, she grabbed Si-ho’s wrist firmly.

“We can’t stay here. Let’s get out right now.”

She believed there was still hope.

That this young courtesan could return to the thoughtful bartender she had once known.

But Si-ho trembled and resisted.

“No-, I have an important guest to attend to today!”

Her wild struggle caused the Executor to tumble onto the bed with Si-ho.

As the bed sank under their weight, the fragrant herbal smell spread through the air like spores.

By now, the Executor had already inhaled too much of the aphrodisiac in the air to pull Si-ho away.

Her own body was beginning to heat up as well.

“Could that guest… be you, unnie…?”

Si-ho turned her head to face the red-eyed woman.

A pink breath escaped Si-ho’s lips.

“I… I…”

The Executor gazed blankly at those unfocused eyes.

As her breathing grew heavier, she realized something was wrong with her own body too.

Si-ho had finally called her “unnie.”

The Executor’s breathing became increasingly ragged.