Reincarnated as a Housekeeper in a 19+ Gangster Romance Novel - Chapter 4
TLed by Mimo (Bedtime BL)
"This house is ridiculously huge."
Jeong Hwangyu, who had been lounging on the sofa and causing a scene, left. Leaving me alone in the massive house. I stared blankly around the interior. Now my task was to clean this sprawling mansion. First, I needed to figure out where everything was.
In novels, the setting changes with a snap of the fingers, but reality wasn't so convenient.
Ever since I became Park Gyumin, this place had become my reality. Now I'd have to explore on foot to learn the layout.
I started exploring from the first floor. Even the first floor had multiple rooms: the kitchen, living room, Park Gyumin's room, Jeong Hwanyeong's room, and several empty guest rooms. A closet overflowing with cleaning supplies must be the cleaning supply storage. I grabbed the vacuum cleaner first.
"I'll just clean up the visible dust as I go."
With the first floor explored and cleaned, I headed upstairs to the second floor.
"Oh, the second floor is different again."
The second floor was even larger than the first. With a sense of adventure, I began opening and entering various rooms.
Even after exploring quite a few rooms, there were still more to discover. I couldn't believe how many rooms there were, and most of them were empty.
"This must be a workout room."
One room, significantly larger than the others, was filled with various exercise equipment. It seemed to be Jeong Hwangyu's personal space. The room was well-equipped like a gym, making it quite interesting to look around.
I gazed at the exercise equipment with fascination before closing the door and leaving. The room next to the gym was a mess of clothes strewn everywhere. It was immediately clear that these were the kind of flashy outfits a gang member would wear, similar to the floral shirt Jeong Hwangyu had been wearing when he left the house earlier.
What a taste in clothes...
Anyone could tell this is Jeong Hwangyu's room.
I roughly tidied up the clothes and glanced around the room. Strangely, there wasn't a single book in sight.
Wasn't Jeong Hwangyu a college student?
It was obvious what kind of college life he was leading. I clicked my tongue and left the room, finding nothing else of interest. After thoroughly exploring the second floor, I headed to the third floor, where I expected to find the rooms of the eldest brother, Jeong Hwanhui, and the second brother, Jeong Hwanseo.
I revisited the novel's plot in my mind. The male lead was Jeong Hwanhui, a cold urban man who showed warmth only to his woman. As the boss of a massive criminal organization, he was incredibly busy, rarely coming home more than two or three times a month. Yet, the moment the female lead entered the household as a housekeeper, he began frequenting the house incessantly.
As for the second son, Jeong Hwanseo...
Hmm... he was quite a problematic character.
All the men in this family had their issues, but the second son was the most troubled. He was borderline insane, to put it mildly. The third son, Jeong Hwangyu, had a hot-tempered and volatile personality, but his outward behavior matched his inner nature. He was straightforward and easy to manipulate—the perfect temperament for a gangster's henchman. But Jeong Hwanseo was different.
Jeong Hwanseo was the only person the female protagonist struggled to handle, the only one who never fell for her charms and instead toyed with her.
A mentally deranged sociopath.
A lunatic. A psycho. Someone you should never get involved with. That was Jeong Hwanseo.
Well, that only applies to people who pique his interest...
He was utterly indifferent to those who didn't interest him. In other words, as an extra, I was irrelevant to his character. In fact, Park Gyumin and Jeong Hwanseo rarely interacted in the book. Their relationship was purely transactional, I occasionally ran errands for him, nothing more. So, I shouldn't worry too much. Besides, Jeong Hwanseo was rarely home anyway.
With a relaxed mind, I began to wander through the rooms. The third floor was distinctly different from the first and second. Every room, from the study to the bedrooms, was fully furnished. The most striking room was filled with weapons. I swallowed hard and entered as if drawn by a magnetic force.
Everything's here...
Knives of various sizes, bricks, wooden planks—everything imaginable was present. It seemed they had gathered anything that could be used as a weapon.
I spent a considerable amount of time examining and evaluating each weapon in the room. Realizing how much time had passed, I reluctantly left, knowing there were still many rooms to explore. I couldn't linger here too long. As I continued my exploration, room by room, one room immediately caught my eye as the most luxurious.
Even the doorknob hinted at something extraordinary.
This must be Jeong Hwanhui's room, the boss of the gang.
I slowly approached the door, wondering what the main male lead's room would look like.
With a curious heart, I turned the doorknob.
Click, click, click-click.
...Well, of course it would be locked.
As the gang boss's room, it likely contained confidential documents. Even in his own home, he wouldn't leave it unlocked.
Disappointed by the tightly shut door, I clicked my tongue.
If I really wanted to open it, I could. I recalled dozens of lock-picking methods I'd learned from my subordinate, who was skilled in such tricks. I was confident I could crack this one. But I wasn't that curious, so I let go of my lingering attachment and turned away. It would be troublesome if I went inside and got caught in some misunderstanding.
"Huh?"
What's this scent?
Just as I was about to turn and walk away, a pleasant aroma tickled my nose, stopping me in my tracks. I looked around, trying to pinpoint its source.
Where is it coming from? I'd never smelled anything like it before. The intense, indescribable scent lingered in the air, drawing me instinctively toward its origin.
It seems to be coming from this room...
A room I hadn't fully explored yet, located at the opposite end of Jeong Hwanhui's room.
"Haa... ha..."
As I approached the room, I could hear increasingly intense moans. Compelled by an unseen force, I turned the doorknob. Expecting it to be locked, I was surprised when the door swung open smoothly. I stepped inside and froze, staring blankly at the scene before me.
A naked man.
Inside, I saw a stark white man, completely naked.
His shoulder-length black hair and delicate, almost feminine features could easily lead one to mistake him for a woman at first glance. His most striking feature was his pair of hazy, deep black eyes, framed by distinct double eyelids, which seemed particularly beautiful.
And his body...
Though scars marked his skin in places, even these seemed like integral parts of a sculpted masterpiece.
His muscular physique stood in stark contrast to his delicate face. Flushed crimson with arousal, his entire body radiated a raw, primal sensuality that made it impossible for me, even as man, to look away.
So... provocative...
The man's hazy gaze cut through the air and locked onto me. His lips, so red they were almost scarlet, parted as he spoke.
"Who are you?"
A languid, playful voice jolted me awake. Red warning lights flashed frantically in my mind. It might have been a playful tone, but the murderous intent behind it was no laughing matter—a palpable bloodlust that threatened to tear me apart at any moment. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over me.
Instinctively, I knew who this man was.
The one character I should never have crossed paths with in this book, the most deranged psychopath in this world: Jeong Hwanseo.
"I clearly told everyone not to enter..."
I hadn't heard that. It felt unfair.
I'd only been transmigrated into this book today.
As Jeong Hwanseo staggered to his feet, the intense fragrance I'd noticed earlier surged from his body, so potent it made my vision daze.
Could this be... that?
Jeong Hwanseo's disoriented state and the sight of his aroused body, which I couldn't help but notice, left no doubt. This was definitely it: a rut cycle, the heat period for Alphas. But wasn't that scent supposed to be detectable only by Omegas? I'm a Beta, aren't I?
Before I could even process the questions flooding my mind, Jeong Hwanseo was closing in on me.
"...Doesn't matter anymore. Anyone will do. Come here. Let's play."
Get a grip.
My mind raced. I remembered reading that Alphas in rut cycles lose their rationality. That meant Jeong Hwanseo likely wouldn't recognize me right now.
In that case... there's no need to bother running away.
Even if I did, Jeong Hwanseo, who's already found me, wouldn't stop chasing me anyway...
A quick solution came to mind.
I took another step inside and closed the door. Now, only Jeong Hwanseo and I were in the room. His handsome face suddenly filled my vision. He licked his red lips slowly, his eyes burning with an unbearable lust as he stared at me.
He pinned me against the wall with both hands and asked, "...You're even more beautiful up close, pretty thing. What's your name, pretty thing?"
It was almost comical to hear him ask my name while his eyes looked like he was about to pounce on me at any moment, pretending to be in his right mind.
Normally, he would never fail to recognize me, his housekeeper. This was clear proof that he wasn't in his right mind.
I clenched my fists as I stared at him.
So, until you come to your senses, even if I beat you to death, you won't know it's me.
Every scene in the novel featuring Jeong Hwanseo meticulously detailed his deranged behavior, and it was infuriating.
If there were no consequences, I would love to beat him up at least once. Who knew the opportunity would present itself like this?
...Right. Who told him to grab me?
Gazing at Jeong Hwanseo, who was much younger than me, I leaned in close and whispered softly in his ear:
"Baby, clench your teeth tight. You'll lose them otherwise."
"This house is ridiculously huge."
Jeong Hwangyu, who had been lounging on the sofa and causing a scene, left. Leaving me alone in the massive house. I stared blankly around the interior. Now my task was to clean this sprawling mansion. First, I needed to figure out where everything was.
In novels, the setting changes with a snap of the fingers, but reality wasn't so convenient.
Ever since I became Park Gyumin, this place had become my reality. Now I'd have to explore on foot to learn the layout.
I started exploring from the first floor. Even the first floor had multiple rooms: the kitchen, living room, Park Gyumin's room, Jeong Hwanyeong's room, and several empty guest rooms. A closet overflowing with cleaning supplies must be the cleaning supply storage. I grabbed the vacuum cleaner first.
"I'll just clean up the visible dust as I go."
With the first floor explored and cleaned, I headed upstairs to the second floor.
"Oh, the second floor is different again."
The second floor was even larger than the first. With a sense of adventure, I began opening and entering various rooms.
Even after exploring quite a few rooms, there were still more to discover. I couldn't believe how many rooms there were, and most of them were empty.
"This must be a workout room."
One room, significantly larger than the others, was filled with various exercise equipment. It seemed to be Jeong Hwangyu's personal space. The room was well-equipped like a gym, making it quite interesting to look around.
I gazed at the exercise equipment with fascination before closing the door and leaving. The room next to the gym was a mess of clothes strewn everywhere. It was immediately clear that these were the kind of flashy outfits a gang member would wear, similar to the floral shirt Jeong Hwangyu had been wearing when he left the house earlier.
What a taste in clothes...
Anyone could tell this is Jeong Hwangyu's room.
I roughly tidied up the clothes and glanced around the room. Strangely, there wasn't a single book in sight.
Wasn't Jeong Hwangyu a college student?
It was obvious what kind of college life he was leading. I clicked my tongue and left the room, finding nothing else of interest. After thoroughly exploring the second floor, I headed to the third floor, where I expected to find the rooms of the eldest brother, Jeong Hwanhui, and the second brother, Jeong Hwanseo.
I revisited the novel's plot in my mind. The male lead was Jeong Hwanhui, a cold urban man who showed warmth only to his woman. As the boss of a massive criminal organization, he was incredibly busy, rarely coming home more than two or three times a month. Yet, the moment the female lead entered the household as a housekeeper, he began frequenting the house incessantly.
As for the second son, Jeong Hwanseo...
Hmm... he was quite a problematic character.
All the men in this family had their issues, but the second son was the most troubled. He was borderline insane, to put it mildly. The third son, Jeong Hwangyu, had a hot-tempered and volatile personality, but his outward behavior matched his inner nature. He was straightforward and easy to manipulate—the perfect temperament for a gangster's henchman. But Jeong Hwanseo was different.
Jeong Hwanseo was the only person the female protagonist struggled to handle, the only one who never fell for her charms and instead toyed with her.
A mentally deranged sociopath.
A lunatic. A psycho. Someone you should never get involved with. That was Jeong Hwanseo.
Well, that only applies to people who pique his interest...
He was utterly indifferent to those who didn't interest him. In other words, as an extra, I was irrelevant to his character. In fact, Park Gyumin and Jeong Hwanseo rarely interacted in the book. Their relationship was purely transactional, I occasionally ran errands for him, nothing more. So, I shouldn't worry too much. Besides, Jeong Hwanseo was rarely home anyway.
With a relaxed mind, I began to wander through the rooms. The third floor was distinctly different from the first and second. Every room, from the study to the bedrooms, was fully furnished. The most striking room was filled with weapons. I swallowed hard and entered as if drawn by a magnetic force.
Everything's here...
Knives of various sizes, bricks, wooden planks—everything imaginable was present. It seemed they had gathered anything that could be used as a weapon.
I spent a considerable amount of time examining and evaluating each weapon in the room. Realizing how much time had passed, I reluctantly left, knowing there were still many rooms to explore. I couldn't linger here too long. As I continued my exploration, room by room, one room immediately caught my eye as the most luxurious.
Even the doorknob hinted at something extraordinary.
This must be Jeong Hwanhui's room, the boss of the gang.
I slowly approached the door, wondering what the main male lead's room would look like.
With a curious heart, I turned the doorknob.
Click, click, click-click.
...Well, of course it would be locked.
As the gang boss's room, it likely contained confidential documents. Even in his own home, he wouldn't leave it unlocked.
Disappointed by the tightly shut door, I clicked my tongue.
If I really wanted to open it, I could. I recalled dozens of lock-picking methods I'd learned from my subordinate, who was skilled in such tricks. I was confident I could crack this one. But I wasn't that curious, so I let go of my lingering attachment and turned away. It would be troublesome if I went inside and got caught in some misunderstanding.
"Huh?"
What's this scent?
Just as I was about to turn and walk away, a pleasant aroma tickled my nose, stopping me in my tracks. I looked around, trying to pinpoint its source.
Where is it coming from? I'd never smelled anything like it before. The intense, indescribable scent lingered in the air, drawing me instinctively toward its origin.
It seems to be coming from this room...
A room I hadn't fully explored yet, located at the opposite end of Jeong Hwanhui's room.
"Haa... ha..."
As I approached the room, I could hear increasingly intense moans. Compelled by an unseen force, I turned the doorknob. Expecting it to be locked, I was surprised when the door swung open smoothly. I stepped inside and froze, staring blankly at the scene before me.
A naked man.
Inside, I saw a stark white man, completely naked.
His shoulder-length black hair and delicate, almost feminine features could easily lead one to mistake him for a woman at first glance. His most striking feature was his pair of hazy, deep black eyes, framed by distinct double eyelids, which seemed particularly beautiful.
And his body...
Though scars marked his skin in places, even these seemed like integral parts of a sculpted masterpiece.
His muscular physique stood in stark contrast to his delicate face. Flushed crimson with arousal, his entire body radiated a raw, primal sensuality that made it impossible for me, even as man, to look away.
So... provocative...
The man's hazy gaze cut through the air and locked onto me. His lips, so red they were almost scarlet, parted as he spoke.
"Who are you?"
A languid, playful voice jolted me awake. Red warning lights flashed frantically in my mind. It might have been a playful tone, but the murderous intent behind it was no laughing matter—a palpable bloodlust that threatened to tear me apart at any moment. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over me.
Instinctively, I knew who this man was.
The one character I should never have crossed paths with in this book, the most deranged psychopath in this world: Jeong Hwanseo.
"I clearly told everyone not to enter..."
I hadn't heard that. It felt unfair.
I'd only been transmigrated into this book today.
As Jeong Hwanseo staggered to his feet, the intense fragrance I'd noticed earlier surged from his body, so potent it made my vision daze.
Could this be... that?
Jeong Hwanseo's disoriented state and the sight of his aroused body, which I couldn't help but notice, left no doubt. This was definitely it: a rut cycle, the heat period for Alphas. But wasn't that scent supposed to be detectable only by Omegas? I'm a Beta, aren't I?
Before I could even process the questions flooding my mind, Jeong Hwanseo was closing in on me.
"...Doesn't matter anymore. Anyone will do. Come here. Let's play."
Get a grip.
My mind raced. I remembered reading that Alphas in rut cycles lose their rationality. That meant Jeong Hwanseo likely wouldn't recognize me right now.
In that case... there's no need to bother running away.
Even if I did, Jeong Hwanseo, who's already found me, wouldn't stop chasing me anyway...
A quick solution came to mind.
I took another step inside and closed the door. Now, only Jeong Hwanseo and I were in the room. His handsome face suddenly filled my vision. He licked his red lips slowly, his eyes burning with an unbearable lust as he stared at me.
He pinned me against the wall with both hands and asked, "...You're even more beautiful up close, pretty thing. What's your name, pretty thing?"
It was almost comical to hear him ask my name while his eyes looked like he was about to pounce on me at any moment, pretending to be in his right mind.
Normally, he would never fail to recognize me, his housekeeper. This was clear proof that he wasn't in his right mind.
I clenched my fists as I stared at him.
So, until you come to your senses, even if I beat you to death, you won't know it's me.
Every scene in the novel featuring Jeong Hwanseo meticulously detailed his deranged behavior, and it was infuriating.
If there were no consequences, I would love to beat him up at least once. Who knew the opportunity would present itself like this?
...Right. Who told him to grab me?
Gazing at Jeong Hwanseo, who was much younger than me, I leaned in close and whispered softly in his ear:
"Baby, clench your teeth tight. You'll lose them otherwise."
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