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EP.75: The Young Man Who Reels in Slaves 

Park Se-rin came to the kindergarten. 

It wasn't surprising, since I already knew through the mind link. 

If anything was impressive, it was her initiative—tracking me down through Ryu Ji-hye's KakaoTalk profile and coming straight to see me. 

Most women wouldn't have the nerve to do that. 

I greeted Park Se-rin with my usual gentle smile, speaking as politely as any kindergarten teacher would to a parent. 

"Hello, I'm Teacher Kang Joo-hyeok. I hear you were looking for me." 

I pretended not to know her, greeting her formally. 

Her gaze was sharp, as if she could see right through me. 

Seeing her in person, her sex appeal was undeniable. 

She had the long limbs and well-maintained curves of a golfer, and she seemed fully aware that her allure was her weapon—her eyes, her gestures, everything radiated seduction. 

If Han Gyeo-ul had a cold, sharp charm, and Ryu Ji-hye was attractive for her outgoing, cute personality, 

then Park Se-rin was simply someone you wanted to sleep with for her raw appeal. 

She openly exuded feminine hormones, flaunting her sexual magnetism. 

It's no wonder Jang Do-cheol was quickly swayed by her. 

She naturally stepped closer and scanned me up and down as if inspecting me. 

Then, with a flick of her eyebrow, she suddenly extended her hand for a handshake—a surprisingly normal gesture. 

"Hello, I'm Park Se-rin. Do you know me by any chance?" 

It could have sounded arrogant, but her looks made it hard to be offended. 

I nodded and shook her hand. 

"...Yes, I know you're quite famous. I believe you work in sports—golf, right? So what brings you to the kindergarten? Do you have a child enrolled?" 

I asked cautiously, and Park Se-rin smiled and gave me a sly look, swaying her hips in a way that was anything but ordinary. 

"Pfft. Do I look like a married woman? That's a cheeky joke for a first meeting." 

She smiled and tapped my arm playfully. 

Not sure of her intentions, I secretly opened the mind link. 

< Hmm. He really seems to be seeing me for the first time. > 

< Well, if I saw him in a dream, it's not like he'd remember me. > 

< He seems a bit more reserved than in the dream. > 

< Maybe it really was just a random dream? > 

She kept these doubts to herself, maintaining a calm exterior. 

I scratched my cheek awkwardly and replied, 

"...Haha, of course I didn't mean to be rude. I believe this is your first visit here. If you're not here for a child, may I ask what brings you?" 

Responding politely to her flirting, she seemed more interested, glancing around the room and then feigning a tired expression as she pointed to her calf. 

"My legs are a little sore from walking. Is there somewhere to sit? I'd like to chat in a more relaxed setting." 

Of course, the sore legs were just an excuse—she wanted to talk privately. 

The staff room was too public, and I wasn't oblivious to that. 

"...Ah, I see. Shall we move to the lounge? I'll bring you some tea." 

I led Park Se-rin out of the staff room. 

As we left, Teacher Joo, who had been watching nearby, sidled up and whispered, 

"...Teacher Kang, what's your deal? How many women do you know? How do you know her?" 

Her eyes now showed awe rather than surprise. 

Given the women who had come looking for me—Han Gyeo-ul, the heiress; Ryu Ji-hye and Park Se-rin, both stars in the golf world—my existence must have seemed mysterious to outsiders, especially to someone like Teacher Joo, who knew me well. 

I shrugged off her fuss. 

"...Who knows? It's my first time meeting her. Maybe she heard about me from Ji-hye?" 

She narrowed her eyes, grinned, and poked my side. 

"So, are you with Min-chul's mom now? What about your main wife?" 

She was clearly referring to Han Gyeo-ul. 

I laughed awkwardly and dodged the question. 

"...Let's not get into that. Everyone has their own circumstances." 

She whistled and teased, 

"Whatever you say. Just don't make too much noise. The lounge isn't soundproof." 

She giggled, remembering the previous Han Gyeo-ul incident. 

But with all the rumors already circulating, I wasn't embarrassed. 

"Come on, it's not like that. I'm just going to talk. Don't spread weird rumors." 

"Pfft. Just use protection." 

She whispered and playfully nudged my butt. 

I glared at her and headed to the lounge, where Park Se-rin—my would-be slave—was waiting. 

"Would you like green tea or coffee?" 

At the lounge's refreshment table, I made coffee and asked her preference. 

Sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, she smiled and replied, 

"Coffee for me, too. Strong. No syrup." 

She put emphasis on "strong," clearly understanding what men want. 

Her experienced gesture, subtly showing her inner thigh, was also deliberate. 

I pretended not to care, brought her the coffee, and set it down. 

She caressed the cup handle with a suggestive touch, making it clear she wanted to provoke. 

"Thank you. Such hospitality for a first meeting." 

She took a sip and then locked eyes with me. 

I deliberately looked away and smiled sheepishly. 

"...Haha, it's nothing. You're a guest of course you get coffee." 

My awkwardness seemed to make her more curious. 

On the surface, she seemed to be leading, but inside, she was more anxious. 

< Hoo. I really don't get it. > 

< He just seems like a boring guy. > 

< I can't just strip him down right away. > 

< Should I try flirting a bit more? > 

< Maybe a few smiles will work. > 

She tapped her thigh with her finger, then smiled and got to her point. 

"You must be surprised by my sudden visit. It must be strange for a woman you don't know to show up and ask to talk. I came because of Ji-hye. You know Ryu Ji-hye, right? She's a parent here." 

"...Ah, yes. I know her well. She's a parent in the next class." 

"Yes, I'm quite close to Ji-hye. I haven't been able to reach her lately, so I thought I'd come by. I saw a photo of you and her on her KakaoTalk." 

She smoothly brought up Ryu Ji-hye to connect herself to me. 

It was a bit pushy, but as a guest, it wasn't my place to cut her off. 

I smiled naturally and nodded. 

"Yes, that must have been from a field trip. Ah, you're close with Min-chul's mom. Now that I think about it, I've seen you on YouTube. You two are old friends, right?" 

She dove into the conversation like a fish in water, her smile sly like a fox stalking prey. 

"Oh my, you've seen my videos? Do you like golf, or are you a fan of Ji-hye?" 

She established rapport with ease, and I played along. 

"Haha, not a fan, really. I just watch golf videos and noticed how many beautiful women there are. Of course, I've seen your videos too." 

"Oh, don't be so formal. Since you're close with Ji-hye, let's speak casually. What's your name?" 

Though she already knew my name, she asked with a flirty smile. 

Feigning awkwardness, I looked away and replied, 

"Ah... I'm Kang Joo-hyeok. You can just call me Teacher Kang." 

She laughed, crossed her legs the other way, and her wine-colored mesh panties flashed briefly. 

Pretending not to notice, she smiled slyly and spoke in a more seductive voice. 

"Teacher Kang is too stiff. Why don't we be friends? I think Joo-hyeok would be fine. Or do you prefer 'oppa'?" 

She tilted her head innocently, but her mischievous eyes were dangerously provocative. 

I struggled to keep my composure and played along with her flow. 

To fully capture her, I needed to make her completely let her guard down first.