'Til dept do us part'

Chapter 17

Lookism Chapter 372: Workers (2nd Affiliate)

Shenjiro and Dooshik had arrived in Korea a few days ago, following the guidance of the girl who approached Shenjiro earlier.

They were asked to "assist" a group called Workers. Both Shenjiro and Dooshik met with five others who wore the same creepy masks they'd been given.

"I can't thank you both enough for assisting us," a man in a black suit and glasses said.

Shenjiro, staring up at Dooshik with pure disdain, replied bluntly, "What the hell did this nerd just say?"

"My apologies. I forgot that you're from Japan," the man responded politely.

"It's fine. I understand Korean," Dooshik spoke up, trying to smooth things over.

Shenjiro tsked loudly, looking the other way, utterly uninterested.

"I'm sorry for my boss," Dooshik whispered to the man. "He's, uh... like that. All the time."

"Huh? What're you whispering over there, Dooshik?" Shenjiro snapped, glaring at him through his mask, several imaginary veins popping on his forehead.

'This sucks. Why am I even here again?' Shenjiro thought bitterly.

Flashback

Shenjiro's POV:

"Join me," Mitsuki, or whatever her name was, said.

"That's your proposal?" I replied, barely able to feign interest.

"We'll pay you handsomely, Mr. Sano," she said, her tone oozing false charm.

Now, in all my 25 glorious years, I never thought I'd ever do something as heroic as refusing money. But I took a deep breath and answered, "No... I am now a child of light. Your earthly money holds no appeal to me." Those words cost me several good brain cells.

Then this vile woman committed the most heinous act imaginable.

"Two million dollars," she whispered.

The words "two million dollars" echoed in my head like a heavenly chorus. Not yen, but dollars!

"Really," I replied, trying to seem uninterested, even though I was already imagining bathing in cash.

"Yes, Mr. Sano. I can transfer the money now if you wish."

My inner greed cackled, 'Money, money, money, it's so funny in a rich man's world!' But outwardly, I played it cool. "Do whatever you like," I said with a nonchalant wave of my hand.

But then, something felt... wrong. Guilt? What is this sensation? Suddenly, Dooshik's face flashed in my mind. Ah, dammit! I'm too much of a softie for him.

I sighed, calling out to the girl. "Hey, Mitsubishi."

"It's Mitsuki."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I don't accept."

She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Huh?! Why not?"

I shrugged, ready to send her away, but then Dooshik burst into the room, making a dramatic entrance as usual.

"GOD DAMMIT, CAN'T YOU KNOCK-oh, hey Dooshik."

Dooshik looked confused. "Shenjiro, what's happening here?"

I explained the situation, ending with, "I turned down the offer."

The girl was still standing there as Dooshik dragged me into a corner.

"Shenjiro, remember when I told you about my brother?"

Oh no. I knew where this was going.

"Yeah?"