OUH user svtdiaries i just read the wolf smiles and it’s saur fun!!! i’ve always been a sucker for toxic TOXIC relationships especially when one of them is obsessed—so obsessed that they’d kill for the other. and the little reveal at the end was a fun one too bc i lavvvvv when BOTH the characters are deranged. such a fun oneshot i’ve read in a while thank u so much for writing it!
my absolute favorite piece of mine for this blog 🤭 i’m glad you liked it as well! i just looooveee psycho characters that have no redeemable qualities whatsoever that never justify their wrong doings. it’s just so rare to see pieces like that these days, especially mastermind females. . . i mean we’ve seen sooo much of women who needs to be saved, we need to give some love to the women who don’t wanna be saved 😎
im loving code red so!! freaking!! much!! can’t wait for the next parts, you are a great writer and the editing for the fic is so original like YOU ATE THAT QUEEN🤭💋
thank you soooo much! i am happy you enjoyed it! 🩷 i’m so sorry it’s taking a while for the next chapter 😖 i’ve been extra busy lately and haven’t gotten the time to write, but hopefully i can update soon. . . next week maybe?
CONTINUE CONTINUE CONTINUEEEEEE WTFFFFF HELLO???? YOU WLD THINK THE LAST PIECE WAS GOOD BUT THIS WAS GOOD TOO WTF???? i can never have just one favourite when i read your blogs.......
too freaking good omg
a very late reply, nonnie, i’m so sorry :/ i’ve been busy. . . but yessss yes yes, the next chapter will be up next week! thank you so much for your feedback btw, i am super excited for the next chapters as well! 🤭 🩷
⤷ ゛CODE RED: ROUTE 001 ⭑.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ❛ you called it a game because that made it easier to live with. choices, routes, endings. but somewhere between control and devotion, you stopped playing, and started remembering why ẙ̸̖̦͊o̷̡̺͠ů̶̳̚ ̶̧̒̉b̴͚̈́u̸̘̭͊i̵̞̅l̷͍̑̉t̵͔̭̀̕ ̴̹͛a̸͈͛ ̶̟̓w̵͖̣͛o̸̰̐r̸͎͕̓͑l̷͈͖͝ď̵͓̣ ̵̺̔w̷̩͗͜͠h̵̘̯͗͝ȅ̷̦r̸̟͒͋e̸͇͔̔̑ ̶̺͂t̵̘̓͊ḧ̵̩̣́̀e̴̘͐̚y̷̗̮̾͐ ̴͙̾c̷̻͔̍o̸̯͝u̶̧͍͛̋l̸͑ͅd̴̻́̈ ̸̝̪̒̈́n̴̡̧̆ḛ̶͚̀̐v̷̰͝é̵̢̊r̵̪̱̾̇ ̸̬̈͝l̴͕͑ȩ̴͋̎a̵̢̐v̶̖̓͝ĕ̷̜̎ the system registers an error it cannot explain. ❜
⎯⟢ pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader x kim mingyu
⎯⟢ synopsis: You gain full control of your voice as the rivalry between Seungcheol and Mingyu sharpens with mutual jealousy, you receive your first quest, rewards have been given with more route progressions, and unlocked endings, while the game quietly marks you as something far more dangerous than a player.
⎯⟢ wc: 6.8k
⎯⟢ tags: ( for this chapter ) mature themes, otome game au, virtual dating simulation, yandere themes, polyamorous romance, mmxf, mafia au, mafia!seungcheol, mafia!f!reader, mafia!mingyu, dark romance ⸝⸝ cws: 18+ mdni, cursing, mafia business talks, consumption of alcohol, consumption of drugs, talks of illegal activity, sexual tension, flirting, smut, non-con, dub-con, age gap, unprotected piv sex (please don’t.), intercourse under the influence (alcohol & drugs), vouyerism, exhibitionism (?), rough sex, dry humping, praise kink, possession kink, oral, fingering, cowgirl, doggystyle, ddlg, daddy kink, brief Mingyu pov, masturabtion, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, slut & whore)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.⟢ ݁˖ sel speaks ⭑.ᐟ CHAPTER TWO FOR THE HOLIDAYS?!? here’s the next chapter of my gyucheol series! in this chapter we will focus on cheollie and finally get nasty 🫣 ik you guys have been waiting for this one! see you on the next chapter, my loves! ❤️
[ ꗃ you just unlocked a new feature ] FREE SPEECH MODE
You may now speak without predefined responses.
Your eyes open.
Morning light filters through sheer curtains, soft gold spilling across the room and settling against the ceiling. The bed is warm beneath you, sheets smooth against your skin. For a moment, you simply breathe, waiting for the familiar flicker of blue boxes, the hovering prompts that usually demand a choice before you even form a thought.
Nothing happens.
No options.
No limitations.
You stare at the empty air, then let out a quiet laugh.
“Finally,” you say out loud.
The word hangs in the room, unchallenged. No response window interrupts you. No tone selection appears. No artificial pause forces your mouth shut.
The freedom feels intoxicating.
You had always hated those damned response options. The way they boxed you in. The way they reduced your thoughts to three preapproved emotions. They had been a hindrance, an obstacle standing between you and actually getting to know Seungcheol and Mingyu on your own terms.
Now?
Now you could speak freely.
The thought sends a thrill through you as you slip out of bed. You move through your morning routine with renewed energy, washing, dressing, choosing an outfit that feels deliberate rather than decorative. You catch your reflection briefly and smile, already anticipating the day ahead.
Breakfast.
Study sessions.
Seungcheol.
Mingyu.
You step into the hallway and make your way downstairs, the mansion already awake around you.
The dining room is bathed in morning light when you enter.
Seungcheol is seated at the long table, posture straight, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal forearms dusted with faint veins. A tablet rests beside his plate, untouched for now. He looks up the moment he senses you, gaze sharp before softening slightly.
Mingyu stands behind your chair.
He moves immediately when you approach, pulling the chair out for you with practiced ease. Once you sit, he gently pushes it in, careful, attentive, then drapes a napkin over your lap as if it’s second nature.
“Good morning,” Seungcheol says.
“Morning,” you reply easily, pleased at how natural it feels to answer without interference.
Mingyu’s voice follows, warm and low. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” you say, glancing up at him. “You should sit and eat, Gyu.”
He smiles faintly. “I already did.”
Seungcheol’s eyes flick to Mingyu, then back to you.
“Your father isn’t here,” he says.
You pause. “Where is he?”
“He flew to Japan early this morning,” Seungcheol replies. “Treatment.” His tone tightens slightly. “His condition worsened overnight.”
Mingyu’s hand rests briefly against the back of your chair, grounding you.
Seungcheol continues, “Today, we’ll start your lessons properly. Company structure. Internal power dynamics. You’ll shadow me through briefings.”
A notification pulses softly at the corner of your vision.
“I was instructed,” Mingyu cuts in calmly, “to stay with her.”
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 40%
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Kim Mingyu: 45%
Your lips curve slightly.
Breakfast arrives seamlessly, staff moving around you like shadows. Mingyu remains standing, watching, attentive, while Seungcheol observes you across the table, gaze lingering longer than strictly professional.
“Eat more,” Mingyu murmurs softly near your ear. “You’ll need the energy.”
Seungcheol notices. Of course he does.
“We start immediately after,” he says, voice firm. “No distractions.”
Mingyu’s lips twitch. “She decides that.”
You glance between them, amused, aware of the heat curling beneath the surface. Seungcheol’s attraction is restrained, controlled, simmering just beneath discipline. Mingyu’s is open, protective, worn plainly in every movement.
And you?
You enjoy every second of it.
Another system message flickers into view.
[ ⓘ SYSTEM STATUS ] STABLE
Good, you thought as you finished eating.
It was just you, Seungcheol, Mingyu, and the game finally bending to your will.
vi. ALL FOR THE REWARDS
Seungcheol does not let the morning breathe.
The moment breakfast ends, he rises from his seat with purpose already etched into his posture. No wasted movements. No idle conversation. He gathers the tablet from the table and gestures for you to follow, already turning on his heel.
“Come,” he says.
You fall into step beside him easily.
Mingyu moves with you without question, presence solid at your back, close enough that you feel the heat of him without having to look. The hallways blur past as Seungcheol leads the way, footsteps echoing with intent. His office sits at the far end of a quieter wing, removed from the main traffic of the estate, heavy doors standing tall and imposing.
[ ⌕ LOCATION DISCOVERED ] SEUNGCHEOL’S OFFICE
Seungcheol stops in front of them.
“Mingyu,” he says, not turning around, “you’ll wait outside.”
Mingyu stiffens instantly.
“No,” he replies, calm but unyielding. “I stay with her.”
Seungcheol turns sharply now, eyes flashing. “This is a study session. She needs to focus without you hovering like you’re her conscience.”
“She needs protection,” Mingyu counters, stepping closer to you. “And I won’t leave her alone in a closed room.”
Seungcheol scoffs. “You think I’d hurt her?”
“I think,” Mingyu says evenly, “that it’s my responsibility to make sure no one does.”
The air tightens.
Seungcheol steps forward, closing the distance between them. “Unless you’re implying I’m a threat.”
Mingyu does not back down. “I’m implying nothing. I’m trained to be prepared for everything.”
They are chest to chest now, glaring at each other, tension sharp enough to cut.
You watch them, heart steady, lips parting slightly as you bite down on your lower lip, not to hide nerves, but to hide your smile.
They’re fighting for you.
You let it linger a second longer than necessary.
Then you finally step forward.
You place one hand on Seungcheol’s chest, the other on Mingyu’s, feeling the heat and strength beneath your palms. The contact alone is enough to make them freeze.
“Stop,” you say firmly yet you were giggling like a high schooler in your head.
Their attention snaps to you instantly.
You turn to Mingyu first, tilting your head up, eyes wide and gentle as he looks down at you. “Listen to Cheol for now,” you say quietly. “I’ll be fine.”
His brows knit together. “I don’t like this.”
“I know,” you say. “But you’ll have me all to yourself soon anyway. You’re training me too, remember?”
He hesitates. You feel it beneath your hand.
Then he exhales. “I’ll be right outside,” he says. “And I won’t hesitate to break down the door if I have to.”
You smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Kim Mingyu: 46%
You turn to Seungcheol then, smirking as you pull your hand away from his chest. “You’re too much of a greedy hothead, you know that?”
His jaw tightens but his eyes spark.
You brush past him, shoulder grazing his arm as you reach for the door. It opens smoothly beneath your touch.
Seungcheol follows you inside without another word.
As soon as the door closed, Mingyu takes his position in front of the door, guarding it like a promise waiting to be broken.
You sink into the leather chair in front of Seungcheol’s desk, the seat cool and firm beneath you. The office smells faintly of wood, ink, and something sharp and smoky.
Seungcheol doesn’t sit right away.
He shrugs off his jacket with a rough motion and tosses it onto the couch behind him, the fabric landing carelessly, unlike everything else about him. He turns toward the sideboard, pours himself a glass of scotch with a heavy hand, the amber liquid catching the light. Then, without asking, he reaches for a second glass.
You watch closely.
He fills it with water instead.
He brings it over and places it in front of you with a firm clink, then finally takes his seat, leaning back slightly as he takes a slow sip of his drink. His jaw is tight. His eyes are still sharp with irritation, no doubt from the argument outside.
You raise an eyebrow, glance at the water, then look back up at him.
“You might as well have given me a juice box,” you say lightly. “Didn’t know I was five.”
He doesn’t smile.
“You need to be sober if you’re going to get anything into that head of yours,” he replies evenly. “And learn.”
You tilt your head. “Then maybe you should be sober too if you’re the one teaching.” You lean back into the chair. “I’m not a child, you know.”
His eyes snap back to you instantly.
“Then don’t act like one.”
For a beat, the air is tense.
Then you giggle, soft and unbothered. “I am right,” you say. “You really are a hothead, Cheollie.”
He goes quiet.
Not the dismissive kind. The kind that pulls inward.
The scotch pauses halfway to his lips. His eyes stay on you, darker now, something unsettled moving behind them. It’s the first time you see it clearly. He’s not just annoyed.
He’s upset.
You open your mouth. “What’s wrong with you—”
“Earlier,” he cuts in sharply. “The way you looked at Mingyu. I don’t like it.”
You blink.
The shift catches you off guard.
Before you can respond, a sharp blue notification flashes in front of you.
[ ⓘ WARNING ] Attraction Risk Detected
-10% POSSIBLE
[ ࿄ player guide ] Reassure Seungcheol now
Failure may lock ROUTE 001 ENDING
Your breath stills.
You do not like that.
Not even a little.
Your gaze flicks back to Seungcheol. His posture is rigid now, shoulders tense, scotch untouched. He looks controlled, but barely.
You soften immediately.
You lean forward just a little, lowering your voice. “Cheol,” you say gently. “That wasn’t what you think.”
His eyes flicker at the sound of his name. He doesn’t answer.
“I look at Mingyu like everyone else,” you continue. “I just didn’t want the two of you to fight. That’s all.”
You rise slowly from the chair and take a step closer to the desk.
“You talk about how I look at Mingyu…” you add quietly, “you should see that way I look at you.”
Another step.
He watches you now, fully.
You stop just short of his desk, resting your hands lightly against its edge, leaning in so your voice doesn’t carry. Not toward the door. Not toward Mingyu.
“I look at you like I’m daring you to notice.” you murmur, voice low.
You lean in just enough.
“You’re the one I’m here with today,” you say. “You’re the one teaching me. Guiding me.” A small smile curves your lips. “You have all my attention.”
His grip tightens around the glass.
“You don’t need to reassure me,” he says coolly.
“I want to,” you reply.
You tilt your head, eyes steady on his. “I wouldn’t waste my time if I didn’t mean it.”
The tension shifts.
Not gone. Redirected.
His shoulders ease just a fraction. He exhales, slow, controlled.
“You shouldn’t play with things you don’t understand,” he says.
You smile softly. “I understand you more than you think.”
Another system pulse flickers.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 50%
[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Successful reassurance
You didn’t stop however, you move closer, enough that the edge of his desk presses lightly against your hips. You lower your voice even more.
“Mingyu can wait,” you murmur. “Today I’m all yours.”
That does it.
The bravado drains from his expression, replaced by something quieter, more dangerous. His gaze drops briefly to your lips before snapping back to your eyes.
“Good,” he says. “Now sit.”
You obey, returning to the chair slowly, deliberately, aware of every step.
He takes another sip of his scotch, steadier now.
“Then we can begin.” Seungcheol says.
Behind the door, the world stays silent.
And you think, not unkindly, that this is exactly how it should be.
vii. ROUTE 001 ENDING UNLOCKED
Seungcheol straightens in his chair, setting the glass of scotch aside like the indulgence it is no longer allowed to be. His attention locks onto you fully now. Not as a man reacting. As a teacher preparing to drill something into you until it sticks.
“Just like your father ordered,” he begins, voice calm and controlled, “your days will be split between me and Mingyu.”
He reaches for the tablet and taps it once, the screen lighting up faintly.
“Mornings will be business. Structure. Money flow. Territory management. Decision making.” His eyes lift to you. “You will learn everything related to your family business under me.”
You nod slowly.
“In the afternoons,” he continues, “you will train with Mingyu. Combat. Defense. Weapons. Situational survival.”
You hum. “Very balanced.”
“Sure,” he replies flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitches.
He pauses, then adds, “However, Mingyu and I agreed on an adjustment.”
Your brows lift.
“Today,” Seungcheol says, “you stay with me for the full day. Tomorrow, you belong to Mingyu entirely.” His gaze sharpens slightly at his own wording. “After that, we move to the standard morning and afternoon division.”
A soft system chime flickers.
SCHEDULE UPDATED
Today: Business Training with Seungcheol
Tomorrow: Physical Training with Mingyu
You smile. “Fair enough.”
Seungcheol nods once, satisfied. “Good. Then we start now.”
He stands and moves to the wall behind his desk, pressing a hidden panel. A large screen slides out smoothly, lighting the room with maps, numbers, and diagrams layered neatly over one another.
“Our family does not survive on legitimacy,” he says plainly. “That is the illusion. Underneath it are operations that cannot exist in daylight.”
He gestures to the screen.
“Smuggling routes. Arms trading. Information brokerage. Money laundering through shell corporations that span three continents.”
Your gaze sharpens, not shocked, but focused.
“As the future leader,” Seungcheol continues, “you are expected to understand all of it. Where the money comes from. Where it goes. Who it passes through.” He turns back to you. “And who dies if you make the wrong call.”
He studies your expression carefully.
“Tell me,” he says, “what is the most important rule when handling illegal operations?”
You pause.
For a fraction of a second, the silence stretches.
Then a familiar glow appears, quick and only for your eyes.
[ ࿄ player guide ] Core Rule: To control information flow. Never let partners know the full picture
You lift your chin. “For you to control information. And that no one ever sees the full picture except you.”
Seungcheol’s eyes light up.
“Good girl,” he says without thinking.
The words hit harder than they should.
Your thighs press together instinctively, heat curling low in your stomach. You catch the reaction too late.
However, he doesn’t.
Seungcheol’s gaze drops for half a second. Then returns to your face, unreadable but attentive.
He clears his throat. “Next question.”
He switches slides.
“If a territory begins bleeding money, what do you assess first?”
You hesitate again, eyes narrowing slightly as if thinking.
In reality, you are waiting.
PLAYER GUIDE LOADING…
Fucking pick up the pace, you thought.
[ ࿄ player guide ] Priority: Internal leaks before external pressure
“Internal leaks,” you say. “Before assuming outside interference.”
A pause.
“Correct,” Seungcheol says. This time, slower. “You know this. These are the basics. Don’t ever doubt yourself.”
You smile, warmth spreading through your chest.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 55%
Seungcheol continues teaching you like that.
Questions layered between explanations. Pauses where he watches you closely, mistaking your stillness for uncertainty. Each time, the Player Guide slips answers into your vision like whispered secrets only you can hear.
Once, when you freeze a little too long, he softens his voice.
“Take your time, doll,” he says. “You can do this.”
Something in his expression shifts again. Pride. Interest. Possession, maybe.
“I know,” you reply quietly.
And each time you answer correctly, he praises you.
“That’s it.”
“Good job.”
“See? You know this.”
You beam without meaning to. Every single time he praises you, without fail, your eyes sparkled.
Seungcheol notices of course.
That is why he keeps doing it.
By the time the lesson deepens into logistics and consequences, you are sitting straighter, more engaged, basking in the rhythm of question and praise. Teacher and favorite student. Control disguised as encouragement.
And you think, briefly, with a private, satisfied calm, that this update really is perfect.
Hours have now passed and slowly but surely felt yourself growing extremely aroused as Seungcheol praised you constantly throughout the lesson.
Your eyes wandered over his body, taking in his muscular frame barely contained by his buttoned-up shirt. You found yourself fantasizing about climbing him like a tree, your restraint slowly slipping away.
As the thought crossed your mind that this was a dating game where you had free reign to do whatever you wanted, an idea began to form. You loved being Seungcheol's good girl, but you also wanted to push his boundaries and see how he would react to you being a brat.
Just as you were about to put your plan into action, the door opened. Mingyu opened the door for a man you hadn't met yet.
CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Chwe Hansol
Affiliation: The Family
Role: Chemist & Head of Shipments
Threat Level: High
“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Hansol apologized, handing over a package to Seungcheol. “This is the new shipment. I just wanted to make sure you got it.”
Seungcheol nodded, taking the package. “Thank you, Hansol. I'll check it later. You're free to go.”
As Hansol left, Seungcheol turned back to you, unaware of the mischievous glint in your eyes. You bit your lip, an idea forming.
“Is it really high quality stuff?” you asked innocently, shifting in your seat.
Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. “I'll check later. It's standard procedure to test for quality before official shipment.”
You leaned forward, a flirtatious smile on your face. “Do you test the products often? For, you know, quality control?”
Seungcheol's eyes widened slightly, surprised by your sudden interest. “Only once before official shipment to check quality,” he replied, his voice slightly strained.
Fuck it, you thought.
Your heart raced as you stood up, heading towards the package. “Can I try? Just one line. To see how it feels.”
“No,” Seungcheol said firmly, grabbing your hand. “Like I said earlier, it's better for you to study sober.”
Your current choices would lead you to ROUTE 0001 ENDING. Would you like to proceed?
➢ CONTINUE
CHANGE YOUR RESPONSE
You pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “But we should take a break for a while. It might help with the studying and make things more… interesting.”
Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not. I said no.”
You poured, continuing to beg him for just one line. “Please, Cheol. I've been your good girl for hours now. I deserve a prize at least.”
Seungcheol's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes darkening. “You are my good girl,” he growled. “And you will continue to be. No drugs.”
You shook your head, moving closer to him until you were standing between his legs. “We can do it together,” you purred, running a finger down his chest. “Just one line. You’ll be with me the whole time. Nothing bad will happen.”
Seungcheol's breath hitched as he looked up at you, his eyes wandering over your body. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Fine. One line. But you have to do and follow everything I say.”
You squealed, thanking him profusely before nodding in agreement. “Anything you say, Cheollie,” you purred, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 59%
Seungcheol smirked, gesturing for you to move aside as he opened the package on the table. You watched him intently, biting your lip as you took in his every move.
You slid onto Seungcheol's desk, your legs dangling off the edge as you watched him intently. He pulled out a tray from the drawer, the anticipation electric between you. With precise, practiced movements, he poured out the fine white powder, carefully arranging it into neat lines. Your eyes tracked his every move, desire coiling tighter in your belly.
Seungcheol glanced up, his gaze darkening as he took in your hungry expression. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Come here,” he commanded, patting his lap.
You practically purred, instantly obeying and settling back against his broad chest, your head resting on his shoulder. His large hands gripped your waist possessively. “That's it,” he murmured in your ear. “Lean forward and inhale. Nice and deep.”
Trembling slightly, you followed his instructions, bending over the line and snorting sharply. The rush was instantaneous, euphoria exploding through your veins. You sighed deeply, sinking back into him as the drug took hold. “Cheol...”you breathed.
“Feel good, baby?” he asked, his hands roaming languidly over your curves.
You could only giggle in response, nodding as you angled your head towards him.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 63%
He chuckled darkly. “Thought so. You like that, don't you? Feeling all lit up and sensitive... makes you want to move.”
Seungcheol chuckled, leaning back as he traced your back with his palm before guiding your hips back and forth, helping you move as you moaned and whined.
As if on cue, your hips rolled wantonly against him, seeking friction. He groaned softly, hands tightening on your waist. “Fuck... just like that. You're so sexy when you're like this.”
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 69%
You whimpered as you ground down harder, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. “Need more,” you whined, arching into his touch.
Seungcheol took the opportunity to down his scotch in one gulp before leaning back, his depravity taking over. He splayed his palms against your back, guiding your movements. “That's it... just let go. Grind that sweet little pussy all over me, baby.”
The filthy words sent shivers through you. Bracing your hands on the desk, you leaned forward, giving him better access. He took full advantage, lips latching onto your neck in hot, sucking kisses that had you seeing stars.
“Hngnn... Cheollie...” you mewled pathetically, rutting against him shamelessly now. The desk creaked under the force of your movements.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 71%
He paused only to snort his own line before returning his full attention to you, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. “You love this, don't you doll? Being all worked up... desperate to get off on Daddy's lap.”
You could only whimper brokenly in response, so close you could taste it. “Please, daddy... I need it... make me come...”
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 77%
Someone has a daddy kink, you thought as you eyed the rising attraction level.
“Fuck, you're grinding on my cock like a good little slut,” Seungcheol groaned, slapping your ass hard as he moved your skirt up. “Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat.”
You gasped, arching your back as he moved forward, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close to his chest. You moaned, running your fingers through his hair as he purred in your ear.
“I want to fuck you so bad right now, I’ve been wanting to for a while, baby.” Seungcheol growled, his hips grinding up into yours as he moved you to lean forward on the desk. “I bet you're fucking soaked for me, aren't you?”
You nodded, whimpering as he moved forward, slapping your ass hard again. You gasped, arching your back as he moved his hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your panties.
“Fuck, you're dripping wet,” Seungcheol groaned, slipping his fingers inside your panties to rub your clit. “I'm going to make you cum so hard right here on my lap.”
You moaned, grinding your hips back against his as he moved his fingers faster. He continued to rub your clit as he fucked you with his fingers, making you whine and beg for more.
“Please, daddy,” you whimpered, arching your back as he fucked you harder with his fingers. “I need more.”
Seungcheol chuckled, removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he purred. “I can't wait to eat you out.”
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 80%
You whined, grinding back against him as he moved his hands to your hips, guiding them back and forth. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, making you moan and beg for him to fuck you.
“Are you close?” Seungcheol purred, rubbing your clit faster. “Are you going to cum just from grinding on me like a good little slut?”
You nodded, whining and moaning as you felt your orgasm building. Seungcheol continued to grind his hips up into yours harder and faster as he praised you for being such a good girl.
“Fuck, you're a needy little thing,” he growled against your throat before giving you a sharp slap on the ass. The sting sent you hurtling over the edge with a keening cry, your movements becoming erratic as you chased your high.
You moaned, arching your back as your orgasm washed over you. You came hard, moaning his name as he held you close to his chest, his hips grinding up into yours.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” Seungcheol growled, continuing to move his hips as he brought his hand up to your mouth. “Lick it clean.”
You obediently licked his fingers clean, tasting your own arousal as he purred in your ear. He held you close, stroking your hair as he kissed along your shoulder.
Seungcheol held you through the aftermath of your orgasm, murmuring encouragement as you shook and whined. When you finally stilled, he pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss below your ear. “Good girl,” he praised gutturally.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 90%
[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Your about to unlock ROUTE 001 ENDING
“That was so good,” Seungcheol purred, nipping at your skin. “I can't wait to fuck you properly, princess.”
You shivered, arching your back as he moved his hand down to your pussy again. He rubbed your clit slowly, making you moan and whine for more.
“I need your cock,” you whimpered, arching your back as he moved his hand back to your pussy. “Please, daddy.”
Seungcheol groaned in pleasure at the sound of your whines and pleads, throwing his head back as he savored the desperation in your voice. “Yeah, you want daddy to fuck you, don't you?” he moaned, his deep voice dripping with lust. “You love moaning for me like the little slut you are.”
He pushed you onto the table, helping you stand up and bend over it as he stood up himself. Slowly, tantalizingly, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He removed his pants, leaving him in his underwear, a prominent bulge straining against the fabric. You turned around, eyes widening at the sight, and preened and purred like a cat in heat.
Seungcheol slapped your ass, making you buck forward with a wanton moan. He yanked your dress down, leaving you in just your underwear.
“Look at you, so desperate for me, baby,” Seungcheol chuckled darkly, eyeing your nearly naked body hungrily. He leaned down by your ear, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine. “You're so out of it, you completely forgot about your guard dog outside the door.”
You gasped, looking up at the door, only now remembering the other man's presence.
Seungcheol goaded you further. “You don't seem to care that that bastard who's desperately in love with you is outside, listening to you scream and moan my name, huh?”
This only made you whine more, grinding his hard cock against your ass as he removed both of your underwear.
“I'm gonna fuck you so good and hard,” Seungcheol growled, “that Mingyu's gonna wish it was him who was fucking you.” You moaned harder at the thought of Mingyu fucking you as Seungcheol entered you in one hard thrust, making you grip the edges of the table for dear life.
“Ah, you like that, don't you?” Seungcheol taunted as he started fucking you, his hips slamming against your ass. “You want Mingyu to bust in here and watch you get pounded, hmm?” You nodded frantically, your movements making your ass jiggle with each thrust. “You dirty little slut,” Seungcheol hissed, fucking you harder. “Mingyu must be stroking his cock as he listens. You like that, don't you?”
You nodded frantically, your hair flying around your face as he continued pounding into you from behind. “Yes, daddy,” you panted. “I want him to come in here and see how good we are together.”
Seungcheol laughed darkly, his teeth clenched together as he drove into you over and over again. “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “You really are my little fuck-toy aren't you?”
You felt him reach around and grab your breast roughly, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Say it,” he demanded.
“I am,” you moaned, arching your back to give him better access to your nipple. “I'm your dirty little slut, daddy.”
Seungcheol suddenly slapped your ass hard before pulling out of you, making you whine at the loss.
“Ah-nghn… Cheo–d-daddy why’d you stop?” You whined.
He sat back on his chair, his dick standing tall and glistening with your juices. His dark eyes raked over your body as you turned around, eyeing his cock hungrily. “Ride me,” he commanded, and you gladly straddled his lap, sinking down onto his cock slowly, leaning back as he watched you intently.
You started bouncing up and down his cock, moaning wantonly.
You rode Seungcheol like there was no tomorrow, the pleasure from his cock inside you and the drugs in your system making you see stars. “That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock,” Seungcheol praised, thrusting up to meet your movements. “Let Mingyu hear what a little whore you are for me.”
Seungcheol's hands found their way to your throat, choking you lightly as he pulled you into a messy, tongue-filled kiss. You moaned into his mouth, the kiss sloppy and urgent.
He pulled away, making you whine and pout, but he just grinned and cooed at you. “Open your mouth f’me, baby,” he ordered, and you obeyed instantly, making him chuckle. “Good girl,” he purred before spitting into your mouth, making you whine and roll your eyes back, riding him even harder. “You're such a dirty girl,” Seungcheol laughed darkly, kissing you again.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 95%
As you bunched and lifted your hair up, riding him hard and moaning, Seungcheol reached over to the drugs on the table and poured some on your breasts before snorting it in one go. He sighed, groaned in ecstasy, and threw his head back before motorboating your tits, making you squeal in laughter.
“Cheol!”
“These fucking tits,” he growled, “so fucking perfect.” He lavished your breasts with attention, licking and sucking and playing with them as you continued to ride him.
Then suddenly, Seungcheol gathered your legs, standing up with you latching onto him as he carried you towards the door, making your eyes widen.
“Seungcheol, what–” you started to question, but he shushed you.
“Be a good girl,” he whispered, pushing you up against the door where Mingyu was standing guard on the other side. He started fucking you against it, making it rattle as you threw your head back, trying to hold back your moans.
“Let him hear you,” Seungcheol growled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Don’t hold back tiu moans. What happened to my whore from earlier who didn't care who hears? It's fine, Mingyu already knows for sure what we're doing.”
Then his magic words melted your inhibitions away.
“Be a good girl for daddy,” he coaxed, “and let him hear you.”
You threw your head back, moaning loudly as he thrust into you once for each word, obeying him completely.
“Yes, that's it, baby,” Seungcheol grunted, fucking you hard against the door. “Moan for me, let Mingyu hear what a little cockslut you are for me.”
Seungcheol’s words and the position you found yourself in only heightened your pleasure, making you moan louder. “He can probably smell your wet pussy,” Seungcheol taunted. “Bet he's jerking off to the sound of your moans right now, wishing he could be the one fucking this tight cunt.”
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 97%
Your moans and Seungcheol's harsh grunts filled the room, mixing with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
The door creaked and rattled with each powerful thrust, and you could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. “Ah, you're gonna come for me again, aren't you?” Seungcheol growled, noticing the telltale signs.
“Mhm… ‘bout to cum d-daddy– nghn,” you whined as you threw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Come on, be a good girl and come all over daddy's cock like the little slut you are.” His words sent you tumbling over the edge, screaming his name as you climaxed hard, your pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.
Seungcheol wasn't far behind, grunting gutturally as he thrust into you erratically. “Fuck, milk my cock, baby,” he groaned, and you obliged, your pussy fluttering around him.
With a final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. You both panted heavily, trying to catch your breath, and Seungcheol pulled out of you with a wet squelch.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 100%
You looked at each other, grinning wickedly, knowing that Mingyu had heard everything. Seungcheol pulled you into another filthy kiss, both of you laughing breathlessly against each other's lips.
[ ꗃ you just unlocked ] ROUTE 001 ENDING
ROUTE INFORMATION: You may officially choose ROUTE 001: Choi Seungcheol’s ending at game end
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From the moment Mingyu heard your whines and moans, he knew exactly what you and Seungcheol were doing.
The thought that you might be hurt never even crossed his mind because, despite everything, he knew Seungcheol would never hurt you.
As he stood guard outside the door, he listened to the symphony of your pleasure, your breathy moans, your needy whines, the wet sound of your arousal, and you screaming Seungcheol's name.
Jealousy burned in his chest, hot and bitter.
He wanted to be Seungcheol. He wanted to be the one kissing you, touching you, caressing you, fucking you senseless. He had imagined it for years now, the images playing in his mind like a forbidden fantasy. The more he listened to you moan and whine and beg for more, the harder he got, his cock straining against his pants almost painfully.
Shame and guilt washed over him, but he couldn't stop himself.
Closing his eyes and clenching his fists tightly, he imagined himself in Seungcheol's place. Slowly, almost tentatively, his hand went down to his bulge, stroking himself through the fabric as he pictured himself as Seungcheol.
In his head, he was the one kissing you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours. He was the one touching you, his hands roaming your body possessively. He was the one fucking you, his cock buried deep inside your wet heat.
When he heard the two of you move closer and Seungcheol pushing you against the door he was standing against, Mingyu felt the door rattle over and over again, each thrust punctuated by your moans hitting his back.
His hand on his cock matched Seungcheol's pace, imagining it was him fucking you. He could almost feel your tight pussy clenching around him, your nails digging into his back as you screamed his name instead.
Your moans grew louder, hitting his ears like the sweetest torture. He could hear Seungcheol's dirty talk, the filthy words making his breath hitch. “Come on, be a good girl and come all over daddy's cock like the little slut you are,” Seungcheol growled, and Mingyu's hand sped up, stroking himself frantically as he imagined you coming on his cock.
Your scream of pleasure and Seungcheol's guttural groan sent him over the edge. Mingyu came with a silent gasp, his seed spilling over his hand and staining his pants. He leaned against the door heavily, panting and trying to catch his breath, feeling both satisfied and disgusted with himself.
As the sounds from the room died down, Mingyu cleaned himself up, wiping his hand on his pants as he stood straighter, shame and guilt hitting him once again. He knew he couldn't keep doing this to himself, but he couldn't stop his feelings for you either.
With a final deep breath, he composed himself, ready to continue his duties as if nothing had happened, all the while knowing that the image of you and Seungcheol together would haunt his dreams for nights to come.
Meanwhile, you were now curled against Seungcheol, his presence solid and grounding, his arm wrapped around you with an ease that feels earned rather than claimed. His chair is still angled slightly from where he never bothered to stand again, one hand resting at your waist, thumb tracing slow, absent circles as if memorizing you.
A notification flickers into view, this one appearing more abruptly than the rest.
The lights dim automatically as you settle further into Seungcheol, his touch steady and unhurried, lulling rather than demanding. Your eyelids grow heavy, thoughts drifting, satisfied.
Just before sleep takes you, the system flickers again.
On queue, as expected…
[ ⓘ AUTO-SAVE AVAILABLE ] Save Progress?
➢ YES
NO
You choose yes. As always.
The screen trembles, stabilizes.
Seungcheol’s continued to caress your back, unaware.
HOT GOSSIP hey, you. . . yes, you pretending you’re “just curious.” gosh, spare me and bore someone else with your explanations. relax, if this wasn’t interesting, you wouldn’t be here scrolling already.
WHY ARE YOU HERE? ██ you’re here because you heard something. or because you pretend you don’t care but clicked anyway. . . you’re here 'cause your nosy tsk tsk tsk. you’re here 'cause praise shows up when it’s profitable. you’re here 'cause criticism shows up when it’s fun.
take it all with a grain of salt. . . or don’t. that’s the price of fame. they talk. you read. everybody plays along. after all — “if you didn’t want them talking, you wouldn’t have been worth talking about.” ( luna bae )
█ █ WHO IS SHE? [ coming soon ! ]
█ █ THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD [ coming soon ! ]
█ █ more HOT GOSSIP soon…
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⤷ ゛CODE RED: SYSTEM BOOT ⭑.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ❛ you called it a game because that made it easier to live with. choices, routes, endings. but somewhere between control and devotion, you stopped playing, and started remembering why ẙ̸̖̦͊o̷̡̺͠ů̶̳̚ ̶̧̒̉b̴͚̈́u̸̘̭͊i̵̞̅l̷͍̑̉t̵͔̭̀̕ ̴̹͛a̸͈͛ ̶̟̓w̵͖̣͛o̸̰̐r̸͎͕̓͑l̷͈͖͝ď̵͓̣ ̵̺̔w̷̩͗͜͠h̵̘̯͗͝ȅ̷̦r̸̟͒͋e̸͇͔̔̑ ̶̺͂t̵̘̓͊ḧ̵̩̣́̀e̴̘͐̚y̷̗̮̾͐ ̴͙̾c̷̻͔̍o̸̯͝u̶̧͍͛̋l̸͑ͅd̴̻́̈ ̸̝̪̒̈́n̴̡̧̆ḛ̶͚̀̐v̷̰͝é̵̢̊r̵̪̱̾̇ ̸̬̈͝l̴͕͑ȩ̴͋̎a̵̢̐v̶̖̓͝ĕ̷̜̎ the system registers an error it cannot explain. ❜
⎯⟢ pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader x kim mingyu
⎯⟢ synopsis: You awaken inside the dating simulation and make your return home, where your first guided interactions with Seungcheol and Mingyu introduce the game’s romance mechanics, quiet power struggles, and the unsettling reality that you cannot make your own decisions.
⎯⟢ wc: 4.3k
⎯⟢ tags: ( for this chapter ) mature themes, otome game au, virtual dating simulation, yandere themes, polyamorous romance, mmxf, mafia au, mafia!seungcheol, mafia!f!reader, mafia!mingyu, dark romance ⸝⸝ cws: 18+ mdni, cursing, talks of illegal activity, mafia business talks, mentions of kidnapping, sexual tension, flirting
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You are inside a moving car, seated comfortably in the back as if you had been there all along. The door is shut, the engine smooth and quiet, the ride steady. Leather seats cradle you, polished and dark, stitched with care that speaks of money spent without hesitation. The interior is expensive in a way that does not beg to be noticed. Clean lines. Soft lighting. Subtle chrome details that catch when the city lights pass by the windows.
You expected this. The thought settles easily, like muscle memory.
You lower your gaze to your hands.
Perfect. Of course they are.
Your nails are manicured, glossy, an elegant neutral shade that looks expensive without trying. You brush imaginary lint from the smooth satin of your black dress, the fabric cool beneath your fingers, fitted just right.
Outside the tinted window, the city stretches and blurs. Bright signs flash past. Headlights streak by in clean lines of white and red. Cars move alongside you, unaware, unimportant. You watch it all with calm detachment, as if this view has belonged to you for a long time.
The driver shifts slightly.
He is dressed in a sharp black suit, tailored and neat, white shirt crisp beneath it. His hands are steady on the wheel. Glasses sit neatly on his face, reflecting the glow of the dashboard lights. He glances up at the rearview mirror, eyes meeting yours only briefly, respectful, practiced.
“We are almost at the estate, Miss.”
You hum in response, barely acknowledging him, your attention still half on the world outside.
That is when it happens.
A soft flicker of blue light blooms into existence in front of you.
A holographic screen appears in the air, translucent and glowing, hovering just close enough that you know instinctively it is meant only for you.
The car does not react. The driver does not notice. Your reflection does not change. The screen feels familiar the moment you see it.
Player profile loading…
PLAYER PROFILE
Name: [ ███ REDACTED ]
Role: Mafia heir
Status: Active
Health: 100%
Inventory: view
Romantic Interests: None detected
Route Status: [ ⚷ locked ]
System Stability: Normal
Threat Level: [ ⚷ locked ]
Your eyes move over the information smoothly, as if reading something you have seen before. You take it in, line by line, absorbing the structure of it, the order, the rules implied between the glowing words.
Then the screen fades away, dissolving quietly into nothing.
You shift your gaze to the driver.
Above his head, another box flickers into view, smaller this time, hovering just over him.
CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Jeon Wonwoo
Occupation: Personal driver
Affiliation: The Family
Threat Level: Medium
You read it in silence. The man remains unaware, eyes forward, posture straight. The second you finish, the box disappears.
The car slows.
The motion is smooth but decisive as the vehicle comes to a complete stop. You lift your head, looking forward through the windshield.
A massive gate stands before you.
Beyond it, stretching wide and imposing against the night sky, is a mansion. Tall iron fencing. Stone walls. Warm lights glowing from countless windows. The place looks old, powerful, and lived in by people who do not fear being seen.
Another blue holographic label slides into view at the edge of your vision.
[ ⌕ LOCATION DISCOVERED ] THE FAMILY ESTATE
The gate opens without a sound.
Thick iron bars part slowly, smoothly, as if the estate itself recognizes you. The car rolls forward, tires crunching softly against gravel that has never known neglect. The drive curves upward, long and deliberate, guiding you toward the heart of the property. Trees line the path on both sides, tall and manicured, their shadows stretching across the road like watchful sentinels.
The mansion grows larger with every passing second.
It is not ostentatious. It does not need to be. Stone pillars rise toward the sky, weathered just enough to suggest history rather than decay. Balconies overlook the grounds like quiet observers. Warm light spills from tall windows, steady and unwavering, painting the exterior in gold against the night.
The car slows again, this time stopping beneath a wide arched entrance.
The engine cuts.
For a moment, there is silence.
Then your driver moves.
Jeon Wonwoo steps out first, circling the vehicle with practiced efficiency. He opens your door and offers a hand. His expression remains neutral, eyes lowered respectfully, posture immaculate.
“Welcome back home, Miss.”
“Thank you,” you say as you took his hand and stepped out.
iii. THE LOVE INTERESTS
The night air is cool against your skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and stone. The doors to the mansion open before you can even reach them. Two men in black suits stand on either side, heads bowing slightly as you pass. Their movements are synchronized, precise.
Inside, the foyer stretches wide and tall, marble floors gleaming beneath a massive chandelier. The light overhead refracts softly, casting patterns across the walls.
Everything is immaculate. Everything is quiet.
Too quiet.
Your heels echo as you walk forward, the sound sharp in the stillness.
A new screen materializes.
[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Entering main territory
Hostile Encounters: None detected
Story Progression: [ ꗃ Locked ]
Primary Route: Pending…
The screen remains.
[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Love interest detected
Your gaze shifts down the hall.
At the far end, someone is standing.
He is tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black that blends seamlessly with the shadows around him. His presence bends the space subtly, as if the air itself adjusts to accommodate him. One hand rests casually in his pocket. The other hangs loose at his side.
He is not surprised to see you.
He has been waiting.
As you take another step forward, text blooms slowly above his head, the glow sharper than the others you have seen so far.
[ ꗃ you just unlocked ] LOVE INTEREST 001
CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Choi Seungcheol
Affiliation: The Family
Role: Acting Head, The Boss’ Right Hand
Threat Level: High
The label flickers.
Then another line appears beneath it, smaller, almost hesitant.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 20%
Seungcheol lifts his head fully now, eyes meeting yours with unsettling steadiness. There is no smile on his face. Stoic. Only quiet assessment, the kind that strips a person down to their bones without ever touching them.
“So,” he says, voice low, even, carrying easily through the vast space.
“You’re finally back.”
The system hums softly at the edge of your vision.
[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Route available
Accept?
➢ YES
NO
The hall waits.
So does he.
[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Route accepted
A faint chime sounds, soft and unmistakably artificial, and the space in front of you ripples. Blue light gathers, lines forming cleanly as another holographic interface slides into existence between you and Seungcheol.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Friendly
Dismissing
➢ Flirty
The screen waits.
You do not hesitate.
As soon as you chose the last option, the words leave your mouth smoothly, naturally, as if you have practiced them before.
“Were you waiting for me,” you ask, voice light, eyes steady on him, “or is this just how you greet everyone nowadays, Cheol?”
For the briefest moment, something shifts in Seungcheol’s expression.
It is subtle. A tightening at the corner of his eyes. A pause that lasts only a fraction longer than necessary. His gaze sharpens, not annoyed, not displeased, but… focused.
Interested.
He exhales quietly through his nose, almost a scoff, but there is no bite to it.
“You’ve got nerve,” he says. His voice is calm, firm, the kind that commands rooms without raising itself. “Walking back in here like nothing’s changed.”
Another notification flickers at the edge of your vision.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 25%
You smile faintly.
A second set of choices appears.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Polite
Teasing
➢ Bold
You select the bold option without breaking eye contact.
“I figured if I was going to come back home,” you say, tilting your head slightly, “I might as well be honest.”
Seungcheol studies you for a long second. The silence stretches, heavy but not uncomfortable. Then he turns, gesturing down the hall with a small flick of his hand.
“Come,” he says. “We shouldn’t talk about this out here.”
You fall into step beside him as he starts walking, your heels clicking softly against the marble. He moves with purpose, stride confident, posture straight. Every inch of him radiates control.
As you pass deeper into the mansion, staff members bow subtly, eyes averted. Doors open quietly ahead of you, corridors unfolding one after another.
“You’ve been gone a long time,” Seungcheol says without looking at you. “Longer than most people survive away from this place.”
Another screen appears.
 RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Defensive
Curious
➢ Playful
You chose playful, enjoying the way Seungcheol responded and reacted to you.
“Did you miss me?” you ask lightly.
He stops walking.
Turns.
Now he is facing you fully, close enough that you can see the faint scar near his brow, the tension in his jaw. His eyes search your face, unreadable.
“This isn’t a game,” he says quietly.
Isn’t it?
The system buzzes.
[ ⓘ WARNING ] Emotional Resistance Detected
Hmm… interesting, you thought as you raised your eyebrows and tilted your head at him and as soon as you did that, everything around you flashed red once.
“But,” Seungcheol adds after a beat, his voice lowering as he shook his head, “yes. Things were quieter without you.”
That made you smile.
You resume walking together.
“The business expanded while you were abroad,” Seungcheol continues. “New plans. New alliances. New enemies.” His tone remains measured, but you can hear the weight beneath it. “Your father stepped back from daily operations. Not officially. But everyone knows who’s been running things.”
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
➢ Answer
Keep quiet
You glance at him and chose to answer, “That would be you.”
He nods once.
“Your father trusts me,” Seungcheol says. “Enough to put the Family in my hands while he watches from a distance.”
Another choice blooms into view.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Neutral
Provoking
➢ Supportive
Sensing his need for comfort despite his outward appearance, you selected supportive.
“That couldn’t have been easy for you.”
Seungcheol’s eyes flick toward you again, surprised despite himself.
“It wasn’t,” he admits. “But someone had to keep this place standing. I owe everything to your father.”
They reach the grand staircase. He slows, resting one hand briefly against the banister.
“Your return changes things,” he says. “People will talk. They already are.” His gaze lingers on you. “You carry weight here. Whether you want to or not.”
You smile softly, unwavering.
And for the first time since the game started… this time, the system didn’t give you the option to choose how to response. You just did.
“Good,” you reply. “I didn’t come back to be invisible.”
The system pulses approvingly.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 30%
Seungcheol’s lips curve just slightly, the hint of something dangerous and warm beneath his usual restraint.
“Then welcome home,” he says. “Things are about to get complicated.”
Then footsteps echo from above.
Heavy enough to command attention without announcing itself.
[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Love interest detected
You lift your gaze just as a tall figure descends the staircase toward you and Seungcheol. The lights catch him immediately, outlining broad shoulders beneath a fitted suit, dark fabric moving fluidly with every step. He stops a respectful distance away and bows deeply, precise and formal, head lowered just enough to signal loyalty rather than submission.
[ ꗃ you just unlocked ] LOVE INTEREST 009
Another holographic window blooms into view beside him.
CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Kim Mingyu
Affiliation: The Family
Role: Personal Bodyguard, Head Security
Threat Level: High
Then another flicker.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Kim Mingyu: 25%
You blink.
Twenty-five percent.
Higher than Seungcheol’s had been when you first stepped through the gates.
Mingyu straightens, finally lifting his head. His presence is immediate but different. Where Seungcheol is sharp lines and controlled tension, Mingyu is steady warmth. Calm eyes. A quiet strength that feels protective rather than possessive. His gaze finds yours easily, softening at the edges the moment it does.
“Welcome home,” he says. His voice is deep, even, carrying sincerity without effort. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Something flickers across Seungcheol’s face at the word we. His jaw tightens, just slightly.
You notice.
Of course you do.
Mingyu’s eyes remain on you. “Things weren’t the same without you here,” he continues. “Your absence was… felt.” A pause, careful. “I was disappointed I couldn’t be with you overseas. As your personal bodyguard, that was my responsibility.”
Another set of options appears in your vision.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Polite
Warm
➢ Flirty
You start to feel irritation spark briefly at the edges of your mind.
You already know what you want to say.
Why would it still give you those stupid choices.
Still, you choose.
Flirty.
The selection locks in.
“Then you’ll just have to make up for lost time,” you say, voice smooth, deliberate.
Mingyu’s lips curve into a smile that is slow and genuine. His interest bar pulses, rising.
[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Kim Mingyu: 30%
“I intend to,” he replies without hesitation.
Beside you, Seungcheol clears his throat.
“Kim Mingyu,” he says coolly, “is the head of security now. He’s been overseeing internal protection since you left.”
Mingyu inclines his head slightly toward Seungcheol. Respectful. Professional. But his eyes flick back to you almost immediately.
“Your safety comes first,” Mingyu says. “Always has.”
Another choice materializes.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Neutral
➢ Playful
Provoking
You hesitate for half a second longer than before.
Not because you don’t know what to choose.
Because you are starting to resent the fact that you have to choose at all.
Still, you select playful.
“Sounds like you missed me,” you say, smirking.
Mingyu chuckles softly. “I did.”
Seungcheol’s gaze sharpens, turning fully toward him now.
Mingyu meets his eyes calmly. “I’m not forgetting anything.”
The tension snaps tight between them, invisible but unmistakable.
Another screen flickers up, faster this time.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Side with Seungcheol
Side with Mingyu
➢ Defuse
Your brows knit.
Annoyance curls in your chest, your fists clenching in each side.
Why can’t you just say that yourself?
Why does everything need a box, a label, a tone selection?
Your fingers unclenched at your side before you force yourself to choose defuse.
“Both of you,” you say, exhaling lightly. “I just got here.”
The system hums, satisfied.
Seungcheol relaxes marginally, though his eyes never leave Mingyu for long. “We’ll continue this later,” he says. “There’s much you need to be brought up to speed on.”
Mingyu nods. “I’ll escort her.”
“I will,” Seungcheol counters immediately.
The screen flashes again.
The same words flashing that is irritating you to no end.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Your irritation spikes fully this time.
You feel it in the tight set of your shoulders, the way your jaw clenches. The glowing options hover insistently in front of your eyes, waiting to be picked like you aren’t capable of opening your mouth on your own.
You choose at random, frustration guiding your hand.
[ ⓘ WARNING ] Unauthorized Choice Detected
The world around you flashed red once more just like earlier before stopping. Then the holographic interface flickers, lagging for half a second before dissolving.
“I can walk,” you say sharply.
Both men turn to you.
Seungcheol studies your expression carefully. Mingyu’s brows draw together in concern.
“…Of course,” Mingyu says gently.
Seungcheol nods once. “Very well.”
But the tension does not fade.
If anything, it thickens.
As you move forward, both of them falling into step beside you without discussion, you can feel it clearly now. Not just the rivalry between them.
But the game tightening its grip.
The walk to your father’s office is familiar in a way that settles deep in your bones.
Long corridors paneled in dark wood. Framed photographs of victories that were never meant to be celebrated publicly. Men frozen in time, shaking hands, standing over signed papers, smiling like wolves who had just finished eating. The mansion quiets as you move deeper inside it, the air growing heavier, more reverent.
At the end of the hall stands the door.
[ ⌕ LOCATION DISCOVERED ] THE BOSS’ OFFICE
Mingyu reaches for the handle first out of habit, then stops himself, glancing at you. Seungcheol watches from your other side, unreadable.
You nod once.
Mingyu opens the door.
The room beyond is expansive, commanding. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the estate grounds, lights stretching outward like a private city. A massive desk sits near the center, polished to a mirror shine, papers stacked with obsessive precision. Behind it, seated as if he has always been there and always will be, is your father.
Your father gestures for the door to close. Mingyu does so quietly, then takes his place near the wall. Seungcheol remains closer to the desk, positioned halfway between advisor and shield.
Your father’s gaze settles on you again, heavier now.
A subtle red pulse flickers at the edge of your vision.
Gone just as quickly.
You tilt your head. “By who?”
“The Kwon syndicate,” your father replies. “They’ve been probing our borders for months. Recently, their interest shifted.” He studies you. “Toward you.”
A response window appears before you could do anything.

RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
Calm
➢ Curious
Dismissive
You chose curious.
“Why now?”
Your father exhales slowly. “Because you’re back. And because they remember.”
The room seems to dim slightly.
“You were twelve,” he continues. “When they took you.”
The memory presses in, uninvited. Cold concrete. Hands that weren’t gentle. The smell of iron and fear.
“That was why I sent you abroad,” he says. “Not for education. Not for freedom. For survival.”
Your father watches the three of you with something like approval.
“Good,” he says. “If they both want you standing, they’ll keep you alive.”
You smile faintly.
And for just a moment, the world around you hums red at the edges, obedient, adjusting itself to your satisfaction.
iv. DATA Ṵ̸̣̙̦͛͝ͅP̶̠̰̗̀͗Ḑ̸͈̼̔̈́̒͛Ã̷̙͂̎T̸͉̬̘̦̈́̉͑͂E̵͎̝͖̦͋D̵̛̻͕̫̐ SAVED
The meeting does not end abruptly, however.
It winds down the way everything in this house does, controlled and deliberate, your father issuing instructions as if setting pieces on a board he has memorized by heart.
“You’ll follow a strict schedule,” he says, fingers steepled on the desk. “Morning briefings. Afternoon training. Evening reviews.” His gaze flicks briefly to Seungcheol. “You will oversee her education. Strategy. Operations. Negotiations.”
Seungcheol nods once. “I’ll restructure her days accordingly.”
“And you,” your father continues, turning to Mingyu, “will remain at her side. No exceptions. You will train her physically and ensure her safety. If she moves, you move.”
“Yes, Sir,” Mingyu replies immediately.
RESPONSE OPTIONS AVAILABLE
➢ Agree
Sarcastic
Defiant
You select agree, not because you feel compliant, but because tonight is not the night to overturn the table. And being with Seungcheol and Mingyu 24/7 is not something to complain about at all.
“I understand, father.”
Your father exhales slowly, as if something settles. “Good. Tomorrow starts early.”
The meeting concludes with a quiet dismissal. No hugs. No farewells beyond necessity.
When you step back into the corridor, Seungcheol and Mingyu naturally flank you again, one on each side. The walk to your room is slower this time, the silence filled with unspoken things.
The hallway lights soften as you approach your door.
[ ⌕ LOCATION DISCOVERED ] YOUR BEDROOM
Seungcheol stops first.
“I’ll see you at seven,” he says. “Sharp.” His tone is firm, but his eyes soften slightly as they meet yours. “Get some rest.”
You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. “I feel safer already.”
Mingyu chuckles softly, dimples flashing. “Good.”
They step back, giving you space. The door opens with a quiet click.
“Good night,” Seungcheol says.
“Good night,” Mingyu echoes.
You step inside and close the door behind you.
The room greets you like it never forgot you.
You move through your routine on instinct. Jewelry placed carefully on velvet. Dress slipped free and folded. Makeup removed with practiced ease, your face returning to itself beneath warm water and soft towels. The world narrows to quiet sounds, familiar motions.
As you change into silk sleepwear, your thoughts drift forward. Training. Meetings. Eyes on you from every corner of the estate.
Then backward.
To Seungcheol’s intensity. His restraint. The way his attention feels heavy, purposeful.
To Mingyu’s warmth. His steadiness. The way he watches you like it’s more than his job.
You lie back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling.
You are interested. Very interested.
More than that, you think with a small, private smile.
Yet you are annoyed.
The choices. The boxes. The way words keep being placed in your mouth instead of letting you speak them yourself. You only managed to let out your own words only a few times and even that wasn’t enough…
CODE RED system interface loading. . . please stand by as your data is being downloaded into the system 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃
WELCOME, PLAYER. you have been granted access to HEARTLINE: THE ROUGE LOVERS PROTOCOL, an immersive virtual dating simulation game built for one purpose—to test how far you will go for love, loyalty, and ĉ̶͇̩̄o̸̡̍͘n̷̯̽͠ṭ̸̈r̶̞̘̊ö̷̧̰l̴͙͆ desire. before we begin, remember: every choice has a consequence. every route hides a truth. and not all m̵͙̓ë̴́ͅm̷͓͍͠o̶͎̚r̸̛̞̀i̸͇͗è̶̞s̵̛̖͆ͅ data wants to stay b̷̦̀͆ȗ̵͙̙́r̸͕̿̕ĭ̴͓̭e̷͍̐͂d̵̰́ saved.
your role has been initialized. you were not meant to enter this world blind, yet your memory file appears. . . a̴̦͂͋l̸̜̪̄t̸̛̠͔̆e̶̦̽͝r̷̡̛̯̓è̸͓̻̄d̷̜͗¡̷̜̊¿̵̫̣̃c̷̮̓o̵͉͚͝r̴̞͆ͅṟ̷̉u̷͎͚̎p̵͔̔t̴͘ͅè̵̘͂d̸̳̀¿̸̟̱̋p̸̧̺͛ỏ̷̦͉̆s̵̥̋s̸̠̗͐͒i̶̡̳͊͝b̸̖̻́̍l̸̨͙̋̐ÿ̶͔́̈́¿!r̷̡̲̂e̴̱̐̓ẅ̴̖̣r̶̹̙̃͗í̶̫̽t̶͔̂͛t̸̹̗̍́e̸̪̰̚n̷̛̤⚠︎ no matter. the system will guide you.
[ ꗃ you just unlocked ] CHAPTER DIRECTORY
loading memory files. . . do not interrupt the process ◌
ⓘ SYSTEM BOOT
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 status: [ ⚷ locked until initialization ]
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 status: [ ꗃ you just unlocked this level ]
[ ࿄ level guide ] You awaken inside the dating simulation and make your return home, where your first guided interactions with Seungcheol and Mingyu introduce the game’s romance mechanics, quiet power struggles, and the unsettling reality that you cannot make your own decisions.
ⓘ ROUTE 001
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 status: [ ⚷ locked until SYSTEM BOOT completion ]
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 status: [ ꗃ you just unlocked this level ]
[ ࿄ level guide ] You gain full control of your voice as the rivalry between Seungcheol and Mingyu sharpens with mutual jealousy, you receive your first quest, rewards have been given with more route progressions, and unlocked endings, while the game quietly marks you as something far more dangerous than a player.
ⓘ ROUTE 002
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 status: [ ⚷ locked until ROUTE 001 completion ]
[ ࿄ player guide ] REMINDER: if you sense something watching you from behind the screen. . . e̶͙͝r̸̺͝r̸̰̉o̴̝̿r̷̒͜e̸͙̍r̴̥̈r̵̻̓o̷͔͋ŕ̷̙e̸͈͆r̶͕͘r̸̝̽o̷̟͛ŕ̷͍ that is simply the game stabilizing.
[ ࿄ player guide ] REMINDER: when the screen flashes red, l̴̨̫͌͠o̴̼͒̏o̶̱̤͒̂k̷̥̒̀ ̶̞̰̔ă̴̦w̵̞͠ă̴̢̖y̶͎͉̓!̴͉̆ do not look away. it means the truth is finally reaching you.
establishing connection. . . reality may feel unstable ◌
welcome to C̷̘̑O̶̘̥̥͌͒D̴̥̞̃͆̕E̴͉͒ ̵͚̫̇͒R̸͙̂Ë̵̹̹́D̵̛̩̼͑̅ HEARTLINE: THE ROUGE LOVERS PROTOCOL.
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