We see Y/N walking through the crowded city, with neon lights illuminating the streets and a fancy club displaying billboards with seductive poses of girls, announcing its opening. To him, it all seems pretty normal, but it's disheartening to witness these beautiful women resorting to such places for easy money. He knows that starting a job like that is not a good idea and could lead to a point of no return.
Suddenly, he accidentally bumps into someone, causing both of them to fall to the ground. Y/N quickly gets up and rushes to help the person up, apologizing for the accident.
Y/N: I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay?
As he looks at the person's face, he freezes. It's a woman-a beautiful, graceful, and fairly tall young woman with a slender, curvaceous frame. She has long, straight black hair that falls to her mid-back, with short bangs framing her forehead and striking red eyes. She wears a white headband and a pair of dangling gold earrings shaped like small spikes. Her attire consists of a long-sleeved white shirt under a sleeveless green vest, a knee-length green office skirt, and black heels.
Office Woman: *Blushing* N-no, I'm the one who wasn't paying attention to the street. I-I'm so sorry!
As the office woman apologizes for the incident, Y/N's focus seems to be solely on three priorities: her beautiful face, her curvaceous frame, and most notably, her large breasts-HER MASSIVE BOOBS!
Y/N (Thoughts): Good lord... her boobs are HUGE!
Office Woman: *Blushing* Um, c-can you please stop staring at me? It's embarrassing, and people are watching...
He snaps out of his thoughts and glances around, realizing that the crowd is indeed looking at them awkwardly. He coughs slightly before offering his hand to help her up.
Y/N: Oh, crap, where are my manners? I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable.
The woman shakes her head, reassuring him not to worry, as she dusts off her clothes and bows in apology. Suddenly, she turns her head towards the crowd, causing their faces to turn to horror as they quickly walk away from her. When she turns back to Y/N, her face is flushed with a smile.
Office Woman: N-no, it's okay. It's my fault for causing this commotion. I was in a hurry because of my job, so again, I'm so sorry!
As he's about to respond, his eyes catch sight of something unusual-the choker around her neck with a small, strange device attached to it. While most would view this choker as normal, to him, it seems suspicious, too suspicious. However, he dismisses his doubts and quickly replies to her with a smile.
Y/N: *Chuckles* Alright, alright, we both played a part in this mess, so now we're even.
Office Woman: *Bow* I-I suppose that settles it then, hehe. I have to go now. I hope we see each other again. Goodbye.
She waves goodbye and runs through the crowd, disappearing from sight. Y/N sighs as he continues his walk back home, but in his mind, he can't shake the feeling that something is off about that choker. His gut tells him that it doesn't seem right. Perhaps if he meets her again someday, he'll mention his concerns about the choker.
[10:12 PM]
As usual, Y/N and M/N are sitting on the floor, with a table full of Western foods, watching the fourth sequel of an Action/Assassin movie. Y/N has already shared the story about the woman he bumped into, providing every detail about the office woman's appearance. This topic seems to interest M/N, who smirks at him after hearing the accident story.
M/N: *Smug* I see... didn't think my boy was into that kind of stuff. Very suspicious and kinky~
Y/N: *Annoyed* Mom, please don't say that in front of your son. It just feels wrong.
M/N: *Chuckles* Sorry, sorry. Anyway, it's a shame that woman has already sold her soul to the Hell Club. You should definitely avoid them at all costs.
Y/N: *Confused* What do you mean by that?
She places her finger on her chin, pondering the right words to convey to her son. M/N then looks at him with a serious expression.
M/N: If you see a strange choker device with the logo SV, you need to avoid it, or else they'll see you as an easy target. It's like luring an animal into a trap.
Now that she mentions it, Y/N did notice the SV logo on the office woman's choker, and his intuition was right. He decides to heed his mom's advice and be cautious.
Y/N: I'll be careful. Thanks for the advice, Mom. *Smiling*
M/N smiles at her son, playfully punching his shoulder, and they continue watching their movie until the end.
[1:31 AM]
Y/N lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, unable to sleep as his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of the office woman. He recalls the words of the old woman.
"You're healthy man. It seems like your parents have taken good care of you. And your potential, it's limitless."
Y/N: I wonder what she meant by saying I have limitless potential.
There's only one way he can interpret that, and it likely relates to his past life. Despite not having friends in school, it wasn't because he was an easy target for bullying or had a lonely life; it was because people were afraid of him. Y/N was well-known as "The Beast" back then. Why? Because he was far more dangerous than most adult men; even criminals wouldn't dare to mess with him when they encountered him.
What Y/N did to people in his past evokes an unsettling feeling. He was capable of defeating several guys within minutes; even the strongest opponents were no match for his beastly instinct. What was even worse is that Y/N would leave his victims begging for mercy, as he would unleash something "worse than death" with his unimaginable creativity. Why did Y/N act in such a way? It was either in response to someone crossing him or to protect others from bullying, which is why people were so afraid of him and avoided getting close to him.
Fortunately, his mom was the only one who could guide him properly, ensuring that the Beast inside him remained caged unless provoked by someone harming his mom.
A sigh escapes his lips as he adjusts his sleeping position, seeking some comfort.
[6:19 AM]
Y/N snores loudly, deeply immersed in a pleasant dream. However, his peaceful slumber is abruptly interrupted by M/N loudly banging open the door, causing Y/N to wake up suddenly, with drool on his mouth, looking around in confusion.
M/N: Good morning, sweetie! I have some great news for you!
Y/N: Gah! The boobs, I had them... but now they're gone!
M/N: What are you talking about? You know what, I don't even want to know about your strange dream. But look here! One of my friends gave me information about a new job opportunity. They're looking for game developers. It offers a high salary, excellent working conditions, and friendly colleagues.
Only a a few seconds later, Y/N snaps back to reality, giving his mom an annoyed look.
Y/N: Mom! Can you stop doing that? And what's with this new job? Do I look like a professional game developer to you?
M/N: Oh, don't be such a grump. Besides, there's a senior who's willing to help newcomers with the basics. I think you should consider this job before someone else snatches it up.
He looks at her incredulously before deciding to just go back to sleep.
Y/N: Not a chance. Working at the dollar store is enough for me.
She pouts, trying to find a way to get him interested in the job. Then an idea pops into her mind. M/N unleashes her ultimate weapon-a begging, cute puppy eyes look. Y/N tries to ignore her, but she persists.
M/N: Please, do it for mommy?
There's a moment of silence from Y/N before he sighs in defeat and stands up from his bed, looking at his mom with annoyance. M/N succeeds, happily jumping with joy from her ultimate weapon.
Y/N: It's always the puppy eyes... absolutely unbelievable.
[7:39 AM]
During breakfast, M/N explains the details of the new job tailored just for him. Three reasons why Y/N isn't thrilled about this job: game development is great, but it involves too much stress, especially when it comes to computer languages, as he's not adept at coding; the staff or coworkers there may not be trustworthy, or at least it's hard for him to socialize since he's never had a friend before; and lastly, the job is FAR AWAY FROM HIS HOME!
His mom has already planned for this, recalling her time living in an apartment with her friends. However, for Y/N, living with strangers sounds like torture. He hopes that at least his roommates are good or fun people to hang out with, not douchebags or jerks trying to provoke him, as that would end badly for them.
Y/N looks at M/N in disbelief, unable to comprehend why his mother would willingly push him into a new job when he already has a job that's perfect for him. This situation seems utterly ridiculous to him.
Y/N: So, let me get this straight. You want me to change my job because of a higher salary, force me to live in an apartment with strangers I don't even know, and you're okay with it just because one of your friends suggested it?
M/N: I mean... when you put it like that...
He gazes at her, uncertain about her behavior. Frustrated, he rubs his face with his hands and lets out a sigh. Then, he looks back at his mom, shaking his head in disbelief about what he's about to do.
Y/N: Fine, if it makes you happy. If this new job doesn't work out for me, I'll quit.
M/N: Well, can't deny that. *Chuckles* I've arranged your things in the back. I'll send you there by noon. So, go take a shower first, freshen up, and dress like a handsome gentleman.
With a groan, he follows his mom's instructions, getting ready for the journey to the distant city she's sending him to.
[1:21 PM]
After a long ride, they finally reach their destination. They enter a tunnel, with just a few minutes passing inside before emerging at the other end. Now, Y/N can see a large city ahead, not too far away. The city is filled with skyscrapers, and above it, there are many commercial balloons floating. He notices a large signboard that reads 'Welcome to Old York!'
Y/N: I never thought we'd be back in Old York. It seems like this city has changed quite a bit.
M/N: *Chuckles* I used to work here when I was young, like you. That's where I met your dad in a different section of the office.
Y/N nods in acknowledgment, his eyes fixed on the city. When he was a boy, this city seemed like a maze where he could easily get lost. One fond memory is when an officer helped him find his mom, creating a good memory. Perhaps he might encounter that officer again, although he doubts if the officer still works in the same place.
Not long after, they find themselves in the heart of the city, with a bustling crowd filling the streets. Screen billboards are attached to buildings, pigeons swarm in open areas, and cute baby ducks follow their mother crossing the pedestrian walkways.
Old York City is where people want to live peacefully, a safe haven for many. However, the issue lies in the increasing criminal activities each year. Despite the efforts of the police officers to combat them, criminals seem to emerge from nowhere. The city has a high number of deaths, so Y/N needs to be cautious.
They finally arrive at their designated location, a large building that probably stands 50 or 60 stories tall. Y/N steps out of the car, retrieves his luggage, and walks towards M/N.
M/N: Remember what I said, don't cause any trouble here, okay?
Y/N: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. I can handle myself.
M/N hugs her son before getting into her car. With a wave goodbye, she drives off, leaving Y/N standing there watching her disappear from sight. He lets out a sigh and looks at the name of the building, which reads 'Paradise Apartment Complex. Life is Good.' Below the text are three models striking sexy poses in bikinis.
Y/N: I hope this is worth it...
[2:01 PM]
After finishing the conversation with the owner of the building and receiving his own key, Y/N sets off to find his new apartment, which is numbered 69.
Y/N (Thoughts): I just hope the people in that apartment are good; otherwise, it could be a disaster.
Eventually, he stands in front of the door marked with the number 69. With a gulp, he recalls what the owner mentioned to him.
"I hope you survive the night, young man."
Steeling himself, he raises his hand to ring the bell, aiming to make a good impression on his new roommates. Y/N presses the button and waits for someone to answer the door.
The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Y/N is about to greet the person, but to his surprise, it's not who he expected-it's someone he knew from the strange encounter at the beginning.
Office Woman: May I he-
Her sentence is abruptly halted as she locks eyes with Y/N, both of them looking surprised.
Office Woman: Eh?
Y/N: Ahhhh....
Office Woman / Y/N: EHHH!?
=End of chapter=