[The Body Buyer] [Episode 12] Chapter 8: There's Always Someone Willing to Take It Off

The bank only offered 5% of the salary—the difference was too great! Even Han Mingjing, who had initially been determined to refuse, began to waver. Actually, if he had told them from the beginning that the monthly salary was five thousand US dollars, they wouldn't have felt so greedy; on the contrary, they would have been happy because that salary level was equivalent to a high-level white-collar worker. In a tough job market, such a job would be coveted by countless people.
The man sitting in the leather office chair was truly wicked! He deliberately announced the firm's salary level early on—a figure that could drive anyone crazy—first making the women's hearts flutter, surprised, and yearning, then suddenly making an excessive demand, leaving them to choose. Taking a step back would mean falling into the mundane world; taking a step forward might lead to an abyss of desire.
Han Mingjing and Hong Zhenya were truly unable to decide.
The situation reached a stalemate. Finally, Ronan spoke: "If you can't decide right now, go outside and think about it slowly; if you still can't decide today, go home and think about it slowly." With that, he waved his hand.
Han Mingjing and Hong Zhenya could only bow and leave. They entered recklessly and left somewhat disheveled, a feeling that left the two women feeling frustrated. What puzzled them even more was that, despite being certain the agency's boss was a jerk, they couldn't bring themselves to hate him—a truly bizarre situation!
Coincidentally, Han Mingjing and Hong Zhenya emerged just as the job applicants began arriving.
The later applicants didn't need to go through any trouble; a simple inquiry revealed the boss's location. The third applicant then entered the office that Han Mingjing and Hong Zhenya had marked as evil. After being questioned, Han Mingjing and Hong Zhenya, who should have left, stood outside the office for a long time, unable to recover from the shock.
"Did I see that right? The one who just questioned me was the supermodel Sheng Zhi? She's so stylish!" Hong Zhenya exclaimed, arms crossed, eyes sparkling with infatuation. "
She's just a model, why the swooning?" Han Mingjing scoffed dismissively. "
She's not just a model, she's a supermodel, you know? She's one of my idols. Did you see how radiant she is?" Hong Zhenya retorted.
"Even if she's radiant, she's still inside. Maybe she's already taking her clothes off." Han Mingjing stubbornly persisted, relentlessly attacking Hong Zhenya, as if venting some kind of frustration.
Hong Zhenya quickly realized something was wrong: "Oh... I see, you regret it."
"You're the one who regrets it! I could tell from inside that you were already smitten. If I hadn't been there, you would have already undressed, maybe even be in bed by now." Han Mingjing jumped up and down in anger, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"You do regret it." Hong Zhenya smiled triumphantly.
"Say what you will." Han Mingjing was even more frustrated. "
So, are you leaving now or not?"
"Leave? Where to?"
"Home! Do you want to go in a second time, ready to take your clothes off?"
"Okay, home... no, I'll treat you to coffee nearby to celebrate that we didn't lose our virginity." Han Mingjing's face suddenly cleared, and she spoke confidently.
Hong Zhenya secretly smiled; she already sensed that Han Mingjing had other plans: "Alright! I'll reluctantly accept your invitation."
The third interviewee was radiant and beautiful—a truly sunny beauty! Even her body exuded a healthy, warm fragrance.
When Ronan saw her for the first time, he secretly made his assessment of her, and at the same time, he couldn't help but recall her information, quickly arriving at a name—Sheng Zhi.
Sheng Zhi, a current famous model, twenty-seven years old, 178 cm tall, and weighing 58 kg. Naturally beautiful, with a mature and alluring charm, and a voluptuous figure, she lives in Pohang, North Gyeongsang Province. A former member of the provincial beach volleyball team, she was unable to establish herself in the modeling industry after being targeted by a powerful underworld figure, forcing her to seek other avenues
. Sheng Zhi had previously applied to Fenghua Women's Bank, and although she wasn't hired by Kim Hyun-ho, Kim Hyun-ho had paid close attention to her, collecting a lot of information, which was now on Ronan's desk.
Originally, a detailed file should have satisfied Ronan, but upon meeting Sheng Zhi in person, Ronan began to feel that the file was incomplete, and the credibility of some contents was questionable. A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he began to consider whether to eliminate her outright, but he didn't make a decision immediately.
On the other hand...
As the job applicant, Sheng Zhi, feeling Ronan's burning gaze, gracefully removed her long yellow cashmere coat and purple scarf, hanging them along with her bag on a nearby coat rack. Only after doing this did Sheng Zhi officially appear before Ronan. Beautiful
women are indeed beautifully "freezing" when it comes to clothing! Underneath the coat, Sheng Zhi wore very little: black hot pants, tights, and long boots, with only a small silk blouse with a butterfly collar. Its form-fitting design almost perfectly outlined her high, firm breasts.
Sheng Zhi remained silent, simply standing proudly before Ronan, clearly displaying her beauty. Her confident demeanor seemed to tell Ronan that she deserved the $100,000 monthly salary.
Ronan's gaze lingered on the woman before him for a moment, then he suddenly said, "Take off your clothes." " What
?" Like Han Mingjing and Hong Zhenya before her, Sheng Zhi expressed her surprise with the same two words, though her voice was soft, seemingly not very surprised.
Ronan simply nodded in response.
Sheng Zhi hesitated for a moment. She didn't question Ronan's request. In fact, as a famous model who had been in the entertainment industry for several years, she had encountered all sorts of things, and Ronan's request was nothing to her.
In South Korea, many directors would ask leading ladies to undress when they first met them, ostensibly to assess their overall qualities, but actually to satisfy their lust. In fact, directors only asking leading ladies to expose their bodies was already quite lenient. Some lecherous directors directly demanded sex, and some were even more outrageous, specifically targeting naive newcomers to the entertainment industry, waiting to deflower them. Sheng
Zhi hesitated for only a few seconds before her hands landed on the front clasp of her hot pants and began to slowly unbutton them. She felt a little shy as she took off her underwear, but once it was off her body and her most private parts were fully exposed, she became more natural, and her undressing speed increased considerably.
A minute later, as the thin silk bra fell away, a naked, voluptuous, and tall beauty appeared before Ronan, and a warm fragrance mixed with body heat filled the air.
Sheng Zhi's cheeks flushed crimson, and her expression was slightly unnatural, but overall, she remained calm.
Ronan's eyes shone brightly as his gaze roamed freely over Sheng Zhi's body, especially her large, white breasts and the protruding mons pubis, staring intently for a long time.
This admiration lasted a full three minutes before Ronan withdrew his gaze. Then, he kicked off the desk, sliding his leather office chair to the side, along with a black curtain behind him, revealing a corridor. The corridor was narrow, enough for about three people to walk through; it wasn't long either, only about ten meters. If other factors were disregarded, this corridor resembled a natural runway for models. As
a famous model, Sheng Zhi was naturally sensitive to runways, but she noticed even more that there was a locked door at the end of the corridor, its destination unknown, which made her feel a sense of unease.
Fortunately, Ronan wasn't going to drag Sheng Zhi behind that door to satisfy his lust. He simply gestured for him to walk back and forth, saying, "Let's go for a walk!"
Sheng Zhi was slightly taken aback, then a relaxed smile appeared on his face. He nodded, put his hands on his hips, and with a cat-like gait, gracefully and lightly walked along the center line into the corridor, as if his steps were blossoming.
His mid-heeled ankle boots rose and fell on the luxurious carpet, creating a light and silent, graceful movement; his round, high-perched bare buttocks rippled alluringly in the air; his long, white legs, over a meter long, moved with a rhythmic cadence, like a river flowing with each step; a breathtaking beauty.
This was a beauty! Any normal man seeing this sight would feel his blood boil and give such affirmation, and Ronan was no exception. However, strangely, his eyes didn't gleam with lust; instead, they were filled with deep regret. "
She's a beauty, but unfortunately, she's an artificial beauty!" Ronan muttered to himself as Sheng Zhi turned at the end of the corridor, revealing her most alluring side to him.
Indeed, Sheng Zhi was a man-made beauty; she had undergone at least three procedures, but this wasn't recorded in her file, which was why Ronan had initially considered eliminating her.
In Sheng Zhi's file, the only record of cosmetic surgery was double eyelid surgery; there were no records of cheekbone, chin, or calf augmentations. However, this didn't escape Ronan's notice.
It should be said that Sheng Zhi's surgeries were almost artistic, near perfect. There were no scars, and her expression was neither stiff nor unnatural; she looked completely like a natural beauty. However, surgery is surgery. Even if an ordinary person couldn't tell, Ronan's keen eyesight could still discern the hidden scars in her facial muscles and the obstructed blood vessels and nerves in her calves after the surgery. Sheng
Zhi should be thankful that her initial goal in having plastic surgery was to soften the overly defined lines of her face. Therefore, she didn't opt for fillers, but instead had her cheekbones lowered and a small corner of her chin shaved off. Overall, Sheng Zhi didn't lose her charm or elegance because of the surgery; her appearance and spirit remained harmonious. She was still herself, not a modified monster with fillers. It was because of this that Ronan hesitated when making his decision.
Sheng Zhi walked back to Ronan, her expression expectant, awaiting his next test.
She didn't expect the interview to end, because Ronan's furrowed brow told her he wasn't entirely satisfied with her.
Sure enough, the test began. The man, who had been leisurely sitting with his legs crossed in his office chair, put his legs down, staring intently into Sheng Zhi's eyes, and asked, "What parts of your body have you had work done?"
Sheng Zhi was taken aback, and hesitated.
"I don't want the answers from your resume. If you can't even tell the truth during the interview, the firm won't expect you to be a loyal employee." Ronan's words carried a hint of coldness, a reminder not to make a mistake. Sheng
Zhi hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and nodded, answering, "Besides the double eyelids mentioned in my resume, I've had three other procedures: cheekbones, chin, and calves." "
Very good. So, what about your sexual history? How many men have you been with? How many times have you had sex?"
Sheng Zhi was taken aback; she hadn't expected Ronan to ask such a question to her face. Although she had encountered similar sensitive questions during her interview at Fenghe Women's Bank last month when asked to supplement her resume, she was still ashamed to ask a strange man in front of her, especially while she was naked.
"Difficult to answer? Didn't you provide answers to similar questions before? Were those answers not truthful?"
Ronan asked with a stern face.
Sheng Zhi's eyes flickered. Ronan continued, "
As far as I know, your financial situation is terrible. You've started pawning your valuables, is that right?"
Sheng Zhi's expression immediately changed drastically: "How did you know?" Her financial situation was her weakness, the most private matter she didn't want to expose. Even when she went to the pawnshop, she always went in disguise and never left her name. She simply couldn't believe that what she had been trying to hide was now widely known. "
There are no secrets in the world. But you don't need to worry, only a few people know this news, no one will spread it," Ronan said gently, his tone containing a hint of comfort.
A bitter expression flashed across Sheng Zhi's face, her eyes lowered slightly, and she said, "You're right, I do need a job."
Sheng Zhi knew her situation very well; it wasn't just terrible, it was practically a desperate situation. She was now completely dependent on pawning to make a living. She had already pawned almost all her jewelry, and there weren't many valuable clothes left. This was all because she hadn't paid attention to saving money before, thinking that with her status as a top model, money would be easily within her grasp. She never expected that after only eight months without income, she would be facing poverty. "
I can answer your question." Sheng Zhi took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice completely still. "
My sexual experience... isn't extensive. I've had two men. The first man was also my first love. We only slept together a few times. He disappeared on my twentieth birthday. The second man was the president of Jun Cao Model Agency. I signed with Jun Cao six years ago. The president took good care of me and spent a lot of money to make me famous. I was very grateful to him, so I became his mistress. The president was usually very busy, and we only slept together about twenty or thirty times." "
It's clear you're often destitute."
Ronan glanced wickedly at the tightly pressed legs between his legs, then smiled with amusement, staring at Sheng Zhi's face. He sighed in a strange tone, "I bet you suspect you're incompatible with men and have had your fortune told. Otherwise, why would both men who approached you have such bad luck?"
"You... you know?" Sheng Zhi's voice trembled slightly. She had deliberately avoided mentioning the chairman's later situation, but she hadn't expected to be able to hide it from the man before her.
"I've heard that Confucianism and Buddhism are prevalent in Gyeongsangbuk-do, and it seems that's true," Ronan said with a shake of his head and a wry smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not superstitious. Even if you're a jinx to men, it's no big deal. I'm not like Joo Wei-hwan, the chairman of Joon-jo, with a huge family fortune who was framed and sent to prison for rape and murder, sentenced to twenty years. I bet he'll die in prison." Ronan's tone held
a hint of schadenfreude as he said the last sentence. Sheng Zhi frowned slightly. She wanted to defend her former boss and lover, but the words caught in her throat, ultimately turning into a faint, bitter smile.
"It seems you don't quite agree with my assessment, do you?" Ronan suddenly stood up and walked to Sheng Zhi. Sheng
Zhi couldn't help but take a half step back. The man in front of her, though shorter than her, exuded a strong aura that made her heart race, almost suffocating her.
Ronan didn't let Sheng Zhi back completely. He quickly hooked his arm around her slender waist, pulling her close to him. At the same time, his other hand lifted her chin, which was almost drooping to her chest in shyness. His gaze was intense, fixed on her face: "Do you know that your sunny disposition shouldn't be hiding a lingering gloom between your brows?"
"You… what are you doing?" Sheng Zhi quickly avoided Ronan's gaze. She felt the overwhelming, almost overwhelming, desire within him, and she panicked.
Ronan chuckled, quickly lifting his head to touch Sheng Zhi's lips. Then he released her, taking a step back, and said, "This kiss is your proof of passing the interview."
"Huh?" Sheng Zhi was incredulous, a little annoyed, then overjoyed, and embarrassed. She couldn't help but touch her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but hesitated.
Ronan waved his hand and smiled at the right moment: "I know why you couldn't find a job before. Those gangsters are just clowns, nothing to worry about." "
Really?" Sheng Zhi asked in a trembling voice. Someone had said this to her before, but a few days later, they avoided her like the plague.
"Here's a card, then you'll know if it's true." Ronan casually took out a new type of microcrystalline bank card with a lotus flower printed on it from his pocket and handed it to Sheng Zhi.
"You're the firm's first employee. There's some money in this card. See if the firm needs anything, and buy it. You can also use it for your personal expenses. Just swipe the card to buy whatever you need." As he spoke, Ronan took the ultra-thin laptop from his desk and placed it in Sheng Zhi's hands as well.
Sheng Zhi was stunned, holding the card, somewhat at a loss.
Ronan glared at Sheng Zhi's increasingly prominent breasts, then forced himself to suppress his lust, turned away, and adopted a dignified demeanor, waving his hand and saying, "Put your clothes on and get to work." " Yes
, President," Sheng Zhi finally snapped out of his daze and quickly replied enthusiastically.
Sheng Zhi hurriedly put on his clothes, secretly checking the balance on his Microcrystal Bank card. The Microcrystal Bank card was a high-tech bank card developed using ultra-microcomputer and microcrystal display technology from the late 2010s. It was slightly thicker than a regular bank card, with a thumb-sized square protrusion on the right side for scanning fingerprints. The front featured a nanometer-level microcrystal display that showed the card's balance without an ATM.
When he saw a long string of zeros appear on the card, Sheng Zhi finally relaxed. The card held a full billion Korean won, equivalent to a million US dollars. Even better, this microchip card was originally an anonymous bank card; when she checked the balance with her fingerprint, the card automatically recorded her fingerprint information, confirming her ownership of the account.
Since the boss was so confident, what did Sheng Zhi have to worry about?
After getting dressed, Sheng Zhi's sunny disposition surged. In that instant, she regained the confidence of a supermodel, bidding farewell to the timidity and hesitation of the past eight months. Sheng Zhi opened the office door, head held high, and walked out, a magnificent transformation compared to her cautious arrival.
However, this was only the beginning.
Having witnessed the arrogance of Han Mingjing and Hong Zhenya, and Sheng Zhi's shortcomings, Luo Nan thought the next interviewees would make up for them. But the fourth, fifth, and sixth interviewees nearly drove him to despair; he barely glanced at them before declaring them "dead." The fourth
interviewee was undeniably beautiful, almost on par with Sheng Zhi's stunning looks.
Her file stated she was twenty-two years old and had only one romantic relationship. Her unique, languid charm initially captivated Ronan, but upon closer inspection, he realized something was amiss.
This woman exuded a strong, masculine aura, and not just one or two. Ronan was certain she had slept with at least three men within the last twenty-four hours.
For such a woman, Ronan had only one word: No thanks!
As for the fifth interviewee, she was a capable, mature woman with extensive overseas experience and outstanding language skills. Unfortunately, her face was covered in wrinkles and freckles—something not visible in her file.
Damn Photoshop! It allows con artists to embellish their photos at will, deceiving the eyes of honest people.
It was just a pity about those non-artificial weapons on her chest; who knew how many hands had kneaded them to achieve that size? This was Ronan's only lingering thought. As
for the sixth interviewee, Ronan never wanted to think about it. She was a transgender person, almost making him vomit his dinner from the night before; and that was the evil photo—online photos are unreliable!
The seventh interviewee finally brought Ronan some comfort.
When the little girl pitifully lifted her tank top, revealing her bright red nipples, Ronan felt for the first time that he was truly wicked, but it was incredibly exciting, almost enough to offset the intense resentment he felt towards Zhang Jiabei.
The little girl's name was Quan Zhenyu, only eighteen years old. Her face was delicate and pretty, looking like a middle school student. In stark contrast was her figure: 170 centimeters tall, with a C-cup bust rarely seen in teenage girls—she was the epitome of both delicate beauty and sexiness. Kwon
Jin-woo's habit of undressing differed from Seong Ji's. She took off her top first. Because she was dressed in a trendy outfit, she had quite a few odds and ends on her body, but her actual top consisted of only a small tank top underneath, besides her jacket.
Kwon Jin-woo lifted her tank top, seemingly preparing to tilt her head back and take it off, but she suddenly stopped halfway through the movement, leaving one side of the top hanging on her already exposed, tender breasts. She then pointed at Ronan with her hands on her hips and chuckled, "Uncle, you shouldn't be looking like that, right? Your drool is practically dripping."
Oh, what the heck! The fairy had suddenly turned into a little devil? Ronan almost fell under his desk upon hearing this. Kwon Jin-woo clapped her hands and said, "
Uncle, although we live in an open society, taking off your clothes for an interview is too lewd. Okay, even if your request is excessive, I still reluctantly showed you half of it. Uncle, shouldn't you give me a reward?"
"A reward?" Ronan was choked, as if a huge bun had been stuffed down his throat. If the bun were the pert breasts of the young woman opposite him, he would be happy, but it wasn't. Instead, the little witch looked like she was about to make him vomit blood. "It's
like this, your agency is hiring, right? Look, I meet all the requirements. You asked me to take off my clothes, and I did. You have to give me a chance. I only need a monthly salary of $50,000. However, I still have to study, so I can only come to the agency two days off each week. This is my first time working part-time while studying, so please support me!" At this point, Kwon Jin-woo showed a pleading and expectant look on her face. "
What? You want to work part-time while studying here? And you want a monthly salary of $50,000?" Ronan was about to faint. "
Is this little devil some runaway heiress? Does she know how much wealth $50,000 is for ordinary people? Is this the kind of salary she can swindle under the guise of part-time work and study? That's outrageous!" Although Ronan couldn't help but feel a little covetous for the pretty little devil, he was more concerned about his own savings and wouldn't give it away for no reason. Therefore, Ronan resolutely shook his head: "No, our firm doesn't have any part-time work and study positions."
"No? You actually refused me?" The little devil frowned, as angry as a little hen.
"You took advantage of me, and you dare to refuse me? Believe me or not, I'll accuse you of rape!"
"Rape? Do you even know what rape is?" Ronan found it amusing. "Tch... Uncle, do you think I'm some naive little girl ?
A depraved old man like you, with a little wealth, starts hiring secretaries and mistresses, young and old alike, wanting college girls on your left, married women on your right, and your wife at home behind you. Even if the company hires a cleaning lady, she has to be pretty and have a good figure; aren't you just planning when to take her to bed so you can have a taste?"
Ronan was dumbfounded, thinking: This little devil really knows! Where did she get such extensive experience?
Judging from her demeanor and clothing, she wasn't from an ordinary family. Could this experience have come from her uncles or cousins, or were those uncles and cousins equally bad?
"I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Give me an answer now, yes or no?" The little witch suddenly stepped forward, placing her hands on the desk, demanding an answer from above.
"Hmm..." Ronan uttered the first and second tones, shaking his head vigorously.
"You'll regret this, you stinky old man." Hearing this, the little witch angrily kicked the desk, then immediately withdrew her bribe—covering her exposed breasts again, grabbing her coat and storming out, abandoning even her belongings.
The little witch didn't actually carry out her threat—calling the police—but seeing her slam the door as she left, Ronan had a premonition: this wasn't over yet!

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