Oh? What’s this one?

Choi Yurin’s curiosity fired at the partner who had come with An Hyeonju.

It’s a face she’s seeing for the first time.

An Hyeonju is famous for having no interest in men.

He doesn’t look as though he has debuted on the professional stage.

An actor? Or a model?

Korea’s men’s professional golfers are recognised for their looks internationally too.

Mix him in among them and Park Dojun’s looks would come off the worse for it.

Most of the men players are tall as well.

Unlike players in other sports, the balance of the whole body is evenly built.

The man in front of her is not behind the professional golfers either.

A model’s height, and he looks lean, and the golf wear he’s coordinated suits him well.

He plainly looks young, and yet there’s a quiet force to be felt off him.

Unlike Park Dojun’s first impression, which is rather arrogant, he has an air about him.

“This is Pro Choi Yurin. And——”

“I’m Park Dojun.”

At the appearance of Ha Tae-ung, who had come with An Hyeonju, Park Dojun’s expression twisted handsomely.

All that playing the demure one……

An Hyeonju, who had behaved so haughtily in front of people all this time, acting the modest woman.

A round companion he’s meeting for the first time grated on him badly.

He was a head taller than Park Dojun, and his style is the real thing.

The features are manly and even, and he’s good-looking with it, and the force of him stands up straight.

Park Dojun’s mood was sharply spoiled before a word had been exchanged.

“Do you know me?”

“……??”

“We’ve only just met…… so why the casual speech?”

Park Dojun was thrown for a moment.

Ha Tae-ung had expressed his objection to Park Dojun openly.

“……”

The air around them went cold as though it were freezing over.

“You call Hyeonju noona! I’m older than Hyeonju, so I’m your hyung!”

Park Dojun came to himself and raised his voice.

His age is twenty-seven this year.

Little bastard! I’ll knock the spirit right out of him!

Unlike how he looks, Park Dojun didn’t grow up gently under glass.

He went through his teenage years being called something close to a school thug.

Now he lives with his temper largely killed while he runs as a professional.

But there’s absolutely no chance of the nature changing.

He kept two faces, thoroughly different in front of a camera and away from it.

Park Dojun, who also puts the juniors through their paces behind the officials’ backs.

Unlike the women, the men professional golfers stand strictly on senior and junior.

The professional world in Korea is a narrower floor than people think.

It’s a structure where you can’t ignore your seniors and grow alone on ability.

The face accompanying An Hyeonju on the round now, he’s seeing for the first time.

Then he could be a fellow playing at semi-professional level.

“Hyung? We’ve only just met.”

Ha Tae-ung laughed a light, dismissive laugh.

“Hey!!”

Park Dojun shouted at him.

Anger burned inside the burning look in his eyes.

“What!”

Ha Tae-ung, coming straight back at him.

Strength went into both of Park Dojun’s fists.

He trains at kickboxing in the gaps as well.

If he sets his mind to it, laying a man out is no work at all.

“Hohoho. Why is the air like this today? As if to prove they’re both all testosterone~”

Choi Yurin cut in, reading the room.

A round with a purpose behind it.

She had no wish to have it fall apart the moment they met in the car park.

An Hyeonju, the sly little baggage. I need to check her ability before I go.

An Hyeonju, scraping a living as a lesson teacher at a Gangnam private high school.

She hears the rumours here and there, but there was a great deal she wanted to confirm with her own eyes.

She wanted to prepare for the time when An Hyeonju comes back as a professional golfer.

Her own form is falling off, and she already hated the wind An Hyeonju would raise whenever she came back.

A slender height and a pretty face.

Her activity has been limited for a while by the scandal, but anyone looking at her can’t help but take to her.

And if the golf ability is still being maintained?

Choi Yurin, who has started lately, with Park Dojun’s help, to get a name as a beauty golfer through the video channels.

For a woman in that position, An Hyeonju’s return to the mound was not good in any respect.

Crackle-crack.

Sparks flew between the eyes of the two men standing face to face.

“Aren’t we…… playing the round?”

At the air being anything but ordinary, An Hyeonju opened her mouth quietly.

“Heh heh. We’ll play it.”

Turning his eyes away, Park Dojun put on a leering smile.

There were plenty of ways to smash an opponent’s pride that didn’t have to be fists.

Today’s meeting is mainly a contest of golf.

“Playing it plain is dull……. Shall we make a bet of it?”

Park Dojun threw out the bait.

To back off in a situation where sparks have flown is to certify yourself a lesser man.

And on top of that it’s an occasion with two beautiful women sitting in.

There are few Korean men who would pull a foot out of this.

“Okay.”

Ha Tae-ung, accepting the betting game without a struggle.

“A million a stroke. Call?”

“That’s out of the question! Sunbae Park is ranked third in the professional order!”

An Hyeonju, badly startled, put the brakes on urgently.

“Today is Tae-ung’s first time out.”

“What? Today’s his first?”

“Are you joking?”

Choi Yurin and Park Dojun looked at An Hyeonju at the same moment with the same disbelieving expression.

It’s a round with professionals.

At the least, courtesy says the companion should be of semi-professional standard.

Semi-professional standard means an amateur with the basic playing hours behind him and a single-figure handicap, a real player.

And An Hyeonju had brought a raw beginner having his first time as a companion for the round.

“Call!”

The answer that burst out of Ha Tae-ung’s mouth in that moment.

“Tae-ung!”

An Hyeonju turned to look at Ha Tae-ung in her confusion.

“Noona, don’t worry. Money’s the only thing I’ve got.”

Ha Tae-ung, wearing a smile with a great deal behind it.

What is this? Surely not — has An Hyeonju landed a chaebol house’s grandson for a sponsor?

Only then did Ha Tae-ung’s clothes and wristwatch come properly into Choi Yurin’s eye.

Every one of them was a designer brand.

Today…… could be interesting.

Choi Yurin, whose hobby is tempting men who belong to somebody else.

A fine change showed in the look she turned on Ha Tae-ung.

Between slightly parted lips a tongue, curled thin as a snake’s, licked at the taste of it.

“The prince of the short game, is it?”

The name of the man who burned his eyes at me as though he couldn’t stomach me is Park Dojun.

A famous player, inside the ranking places on the Korean professional tour.

The magician of the putter, called the prince of the short game.

We had a round of it on first meeting.

I waited for the tee-off time in the clubhouse, straight on for the real game.

I used the gap in the time to search Park Dojun’s name and read up on him.

“Choi Yurin is much of a muchness……”

Pro Choi Yurin, an unmistakable vixen and a cunning-looking one.

Set against An Hyeonju-noona she came off worse.

She acts pretty, but in looks and in ability she’s a long way behind noona.

“A pink veil, and it matches her exactly.”

Choi Yurin was giving off a colour like sweet pink candyfloss.

Park Dojun with his filthy temper was wrapped, as I’d guessed, in a blackish red.

The particular light coming off each person was projecting their humanity exactly as it is.

“So this is how they all live.”

A golf course I’d never once been near in the past.

The field was running toward the height of May’s green.

A golf course said to run to over ninety hectares.

The view spread out in front was cool and fresh.

Far off, low mountain lines, and a sky dazzlingly clean.

The question I used to have about why the rich went to golf courses every weekend makes sense to me now.

Through the week you concentrate on business without a gap in it, and at the weekend you enjoy this kind of ease.

I’m entering into their lives now as well.

Last night I couldn’t sleep at the Signiel.

The fault of having no household furniture in it at all.

I spent the night at the Latte Hotel directly upstairs.

The wide range of choice that a life without poverty in it gives you.

Money I never had came into my hands and life became abundant.

Having accepted the betting golf, I changed a billion won and put it into the account.

“How many should I buy?”

I like the golf course I’ve visited for the first time considerably.

A golf course that’s perfect as a space for rest and not only as investment.

Coming out with clubs when I want to rest from now on, and putting rest and exercise together, doesn’t seem a bad thing at all.

“Buy…… what?”

Just then An Hyeonju-noona’s voice came from behind me.

I turned my head and looked at her.

“……!!”

Pro An Hyeonju, coming hard into my eye in that moment.

This is a foul.

She was different from how she looks at the school range.

An entrance like the goddess of golf come again, and I mean that literally!

She’s exactly as I witnessed her in the past.

Golf wear in a clean style with the brand logos hardly showing anywhere.

Below a short skirt in the ivory range, slender legs run straight down.

A solid lower body with the fine muscle developed.

A perfect body line to suit a tall, evenly balanced height.

Hair tied neatly in a ponytail, and a sun visor on top.

Beautiful eyes and nose and mouth, set in a small face perfect for the proportions!

“What? Is it odd?”

When I narrowed my eyes and looked steadily at her, she checked over her own outfit again.

“It’s the best!”

I opened my eyes wide and put a thumb up straight away.

Not praise out of politeness — a hundred and twenty per cent sincere!

“What is this……! You’ve made me nervous.”

“Why?”

“Well, that is……”

Pro An Hyeonju, unable to answer, her face colouring.

“You two, are you seeing each other?”

In that moment an unwelcome guest appeared.

It’s Choi Yurin, changed into golf wear.

Oh!

A vixen with red gloss laid on thick.

Choi Yurin, coordinating a black tank top with a short white skort.

Point by point she came off worse than Pro An Hyeonju, but sexual appeal was the exception.

A charge that would catch ordinary men bloomed pink off a fox with its tail hidden.

Firm-looking thighs, a navel showing slightly, and a waist as narrow as a willow branch.

There’s nothing lacking in it for pulling men’s eyes.

And not least, the confident smile held at her mouth.

She knows exactly what her own weapon is and puts it to use.

“Haha. Everybody’s here.”

Park Dojun joined with a big open laugh.

“Isn’t that Pro Park Dojun?”

“Yes! And Pro An Hyeonju and Pro Choi Yurin as well?”

“Is there a round today?”

Golfers out for a round recognised the three of them gathered in one place.

“That fellow’s a face I’ve not seen before……?”

“Looks like a model who’s come out on the round with them?”

They let a few words fall looking at me, standing among them.

Park Dojun, appearing with the face he’d shown in the car park hidden and a mask on to perfection.

A smooth motion. I rose from my seat as he arrived.

The timing to make active use of the buff I’ve been given.

I put a hand out to him lightly.

“……??”

“Let’s play fair today.”

The look in his eyes is savage, the aftermath of the first round we had before the game still faintly on him.

Conscious of the eyes of the people around us, he took my hand with a look that had no wish in it.

“Still, a game is a game.”

Park Dojun, reminding me again that it’s a game at a million won a stroke.

And in that moment!

—You have encountered an innate evildoer.

An innate evildoer?

—Do you wish to PLUNDER the target’s life talent, putter ability?

Life talent — pl, PLUNDER??

(End of Chapter 39)