A shock of clarity shot through me.

This was the place where Lee Seol-won had taken Eun-sae.

I just wanted to stop being shocked.

I didn’t want to feel dizzy anymore when I imagined what she must have gone through.

Everything I had uncovered so far was already overwhelming, but Lee Seol-won hadn’t even given me a chance to catch my breath.

He had taken someone perfectly whole and slowly, methodically torn her apart.

And he’d done it in the dirtiest way possible.

“Would you like a drink?”

Another staff member approached me – still frozen and at a loss – and handed me a glass of Purple Lean.

It seemed that the staff had been instructed to make sure that no guest left empty-handed.

To keep everyone floating in a drug-induced haze all day long.

“Ah…”

‘So that’s why they confiscated our phones and demanded bag checks.’

There are always stories in the news about celebrities being arrested for drug use or s*x crimes in high-end clubs in the heart of Gangnam.

This was no different.

The luxury club had simply changed locations-to a secluded mansion in the suburbs.

And just to make sure, anyone who wasn’t invited wouldn’t dare go near it.

A place completely cut off from a world governed by law, morality, and common sense.

“Ah… yeah, right there… harder…”

I covered my ears from the wet, obscene moans.

After escaping the first floor – where people openly walked around with glasses of Purple Lean – I found myself in what could only be described as the middle of a live porno.

Men and women, stripped down to their primal urges after taking drugs, had taken over the rooms, rolling around together without even bothering to close the doors properly.

I couldn’t even turn my head without risking seeing something I didn’t want to see.

Downstairs, I’d been too busy avoiding the drugs to notice my surroundings.

But when I got upstairs, I saw it clearly: the mansion had several surveillance cameras installed inside.

One couple was deliberately having s*x right under a hallway camera – on full display, as if they were performing for an audience.

‘So that’s why there were fewer people on the first floor than I expected…’

It felt like I had just witnessed the depths of human depravity.

With shame and sanity thrown out the window, lustful moans echoed from every direction.

Half walking, half running, I hurried down the hallway, desperate to get away.

Still, the sticky sounds clung to me like something wrapped around my ankles, refusing to let go.

I tried my best not to hear, to block it all out – but it didn’t help much.

Luckily, as I walked down the hall, I saw an empty room.

From the neatly made bed, it looked like no one had used it yet.

Relieved, I stepped inside and quickly tried to lock the door – but the sensation at my fingertips felt… off.

‘What is this?’

To my disbelief, where the locking pin should have protruded next to the doorknob, there was only a small circular hole – just a trace of where it had once been.

Was it broken?

I closed the door anyway and went straight to the bathroom.

It was because of the lingering discomfort from the Purple Lean that had lightly touched my lower lip.

No matter how small the amount, drugs terrified me.

The artificial sweetness of the Purple Lean that had brushed the tip of my tongue still lingered in my memory.

Just in case, I rinsed my mouth several times.

Even that didn’t feel like enough, so I scrubbed my lips hard, wiping them clean.

The cold, clear water washed away the lingering taste of the Purple Lean.

Only then did I feel a little better.

This was one place I couldn’t afford to let my guard down.

Just standing still, the constant fear that something could happen at any time, anywhere, made my breathing come in waves.

I deliberately inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as I looked around the room.

This mansion really did feel like a condensed version of a hotel.

If the lower level was like a hotel lobby, then the rooms were like guest suites.

Each had its own bathroom, and while the rooms were spacious and clean, the lack of any lived-in feeling made it clear – these rooms weren’t meant for rest, but for people to pass through.

Not personal sanctuaries, but temporary stops for fleeting use.

Still… where was Lee Seol-won?

I hadn’t seen Lee Seol-won once since I entered the mansion.

We seemed to have missed each other – probably because I didn’t linger on the first floor and came straight up.

At least, judging from the lack of commotion so far, it was likely that my bag – where I had hidden the camera and phone – was still safe.

But in order to get my things back, I had to find Lee Seol-won first.

That had to be my priority for now.

Just as I made up my mind and turned to leave, the door I had closed suddenly swung wide open and a group of people rushed into the room.

Three men and one woman – an odd combination.

And shockingly, all four of them were already completely n*ked.

I quickly crouched down on the bathroom floor to hide from their view.

It was a reflex – an instinctive reaction.

Even if I wanted to make an excuse and slip out quietly, that was only possible if the people I was dealing with were in a rational state of mind.

But at this party, where laws and common sense were openly disregarded, there was no guarantee that I could walk past three n*ked men unharmed.

Especially if they were already high on drugs and overtaken by lust.

I decided to stay hidden and wait for the right moment to escape unnoticed.

For someone like me – completely new to this place and these people – staying safe was the only thing that mattered.

I looked around for a place to hide and spotted a shower curtain that hadn’t been hung yet.

It was thick and large – more than enough to cover someone my size.

I unfolded it just enough to give it the appearance of being carelessly draped over the bathtub, then lay down under it.

Fortunately, the bathtub was larger than those found in most homes, allowing me to be completely concealed.

Lying still, I lifted the edge of the curtain slightly to create a small gap – just enough to keep an eye on what was going on outside.

The woman and the men, obviously high and stumbling, paid no attention to the bathroom where I was hiding. They went straight for the bed without so much as a glance in my direction.

It didn’t even seem to occur to them that someone might already be in the room.

Then again, they didn’t seem to be able to think at all.

With a thud, the woman was thrown onto the mattress.

Watching from my hiding place, I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding and cold sweat ran down my back with fear – but the woman, her voice laced with a nasal whine, kept writhing and begging them to hurry.

“Hngh… hurry… hurry… I’m so itchy down there…”

“Even after one round, she’s still begging for more.”

“Works for us. Hey-open up. I’m going in.”

The shadows of the three men tangled with her, a dark, obscene mass.

It was a scene beyond disturbing – utterly grotesque.

Even as I watched it unfold, I couldn’t believe my own eyes.

The only small mercy was the distance between us, which made it difficult to see the details clearly.

Still, the way their bodies merged into a single, writhing mass made them look less like people and more like a monstrous creature – a torso with multiple heads and limbs jutting out in every direction.

“Ahh, more-give me more, more!”

There was no emotion – just s*x reduced to a raw, mechanical act of desire.

The men left no part of her body untouched.

Each of them forced himself into her in different ways – her v*gina, her anus, her mouth – all at once, moving their hips without care.

The woman gagged and choked as one of them thrust into her mouth.

I could see everything. I could hear everything.

Unable to take any more with a clear mind, I let go of the curtain and covered my ears.

The horrible voices grew farther and farther away – but never completely faded.

If I kept my arms tensed and my ears covered, I could barely hear them. But the moment my strength faltered, all the filthy, disgusting sounds came rushing back and turned my stomach.

The cursing that seemed more like habit than actual speech, the moaning – unclear whether from pain or pleasure – and worst of all, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh.

“Man, this place is fun. Mind if I join in?”

A new voice – unfamiliar – suddenly entered the scene.

“Your t*ts are huge. No way those are real, right?”

“Yeah, I touched them – definitely implants. Doesn’t feel as good as the real thing.”

“Oppa, come on,” the woman replied playfully. “I’m so skinny and you still expect my br*asts to be natural? That’s just greedy.”

She responded without a hint of shame, even as the men groped her br*asts and g*nitals as if she were an object to be evaluated.

“This chick is something else,” one of them laughed. “Who is she, anyway? Where did you pick her up?”

“Her? She says she’s an aspiring celebrity.”

“Probably here to land a sponsor. Make sure she’s nice and tight – by the time we’re done, she’ll probably land another commercial.”

“Yeah, treat it like an audition. Do a good job. How the hell did she get so used to it that she feels like we’re sucking the air out of her?”

Rough, dirty words poured out – ones that made me want to scrub my ears clean.

It was then that I realized the reason the lock pin was missing from the door.

It was so that others could watch at any time…or join in.

After all, this entire mansion was a den of s*xual deviants.