Chapter 535 – The Dangerous Rose by Rodin (4)

The women in the back were looking at me and exchanging something, probably talking about my first impression.
Judging from the expressions on their faces, it seemed that the first impression was not bad.
Anyway, that was fortunate.
If I don’t give them a bad first impression, things will go the way I thought.

But as soon as I met them, a problem arose.

I panicked when I heard what the woman standing in the front was saying to me.

Because the words that came out of her mouth were unfamiliar French to me.
My only exposure to the French language in my life has been in French films, which I have seen a few times.
Of course, there was no way I could have a conversation with these women.

“My Name is Kang Seong-gi. Nice to Michu.”

They tried to speak English, but they still only chatted with each other in French.
Not a single word reached my ears.
Judging by the atmosphere, these women either did not speak simple English or seemed unwilling to do so.

Then a woman standing behind pulled out her cell phone.
She was a woman with light blond hair, and she had the fairest skin of the four.
Her skin seemed to be a shade or two lighter than Oksana, who had the lightest skin tone among the white women I knew.

She looked whiter compared to the black woman standing right next to her.
Anyway, a woman with such fair skin was very beautiful in her features.
When she saw the red-haired woman standing in the front, she felt like a doll, but in fact, from that point of view, the blonde-haired woman was the most doll-like.
No, I thought I would make a very pretty and sophisticated doll so that it would be at least similar to this woman.

The appearance of these women was simply dehumanized.
The longer you face it, the stronger you perceive it.
All these girls are S-class…

It was natural for people to accept it as a shock.

Comparatively, I could have felt less of that.
There are too many beautiful S-class hunters around me.
He also had sex with 50 women who were handpicked to be sex toys for a secret organization.

Anyway, even I, who had a lot of such great experiences, was blown away by seeing Rodin.
I forgot that these women were here to kill me.

Anyway, her darling took out her cell phone, her fair-skinned blonde woman operated her cell phone and she said something to it.
Soon, fluent Korean came out of the phone.

“Nice to meet you, I am Vivian.”

And she held out her cell phone to me.
It seemed that two languages ​​were set in French and Korean on the screen inside the cell phone, where various colorful accessories were hung.

I spoke into the cell phone.

“Nice to meet you too. It is a period of strength.”

The women laughed when they heard me translated into French.
How can you be so happy with such a simple conversation?
Anyway, the use of the translator relieved the stuffy atmosphere that existed between us at once.

“Come in. Are you tired from coming a long way?”

They said that it was true, and trembled, saying that their legs would ache to death.
Seeing them talking while exchanging cell phones made me think that they were no different from young Korean girls.
Although they looked older than their peers in Korea, I thought that the average age of these women might be younger than I thought.

‘Didn’t I say it’s not polite to ask my age first?’

I think I heard somewhere that it is not Western etiquette.
And when I started talking about my age, it was absolutely against me.
Because I’m like an uncle to these girls.

“It smells delicious. What is this?”

A voice came from inside the phone.
These were the words of the only black woman among the four.
Her hair was permed in a reggae style, and she was the tallest and her physique looked solid.
Rather than a style with a lot of muscles, it was a well-balanced body like a woman specializing in Pilates or aerobics.
She was wearing short, tight leggings, and her straight legs caught my eye.
Her upright ass was, of course, post-Asian.

“Chicken.”

I said simply.
And led them to the kitchen.

There were foods I had set up.
My cooking skills are poor, so I couldn’t prepare anything.
I could have prepared more proper food, but I thought there would be nothing better than chicken.
Time was too tight.

Anyway, all I prepared was chicken, alcohol and drinks that had accumulated in the house while the women were staying at home.

All the women let out exclamations of satisfaction.
I’ve heard that the French are picky about their food, but at least that doesn’t seem to be the case with these women.

I motioned for them to sit down.

In fact, they wouldn’t be that tired, but at least they would have felt bored from the long flight, so I served them a simple meal I prepared.

Vivian put a piece of chicken in his mouth and her eyes widened.
She said something she said to her friends and the other women each reached for the chicken in front of them.
Their exclamation burst out continuously.
I smiled heartily as I watched the women enjoy chicken prepared in various flavors.
After all, this kind of gukppong always makes me proud.

I alternately filled their glasses.
They ordered different things: one woman wanted a Coke, another a whiskey, and the other a champagne.
And another one,

“Soju.”

And pronounced correctly.
She couldn’t speak Korean, but she knew how to pronounce at least one word.

“Soju? Really?”

I opened the refrigerator to see if it was at home, but one compartment was filled with soju.
If one of the Red Shoes members did this, it would be only Lee Sori, and if not her, one of the sex toy girls would have done it.
I can’t imagine that Kaori would have done that.

I took out the soju and tried to pour it into a soju glass.

Then the woman said “No-no!” She exclaimed, and held out her glass.
Soju in a glass.
Do you have any experience?
I was confused whether to say I learned this properly or not.
I’ve never had soju in a glass before.
Now, any poison can be easily detoxified, so it didn’t seem too threatening.

The woman who wanted a glass of soju had the toughest appearance of the four.
It was a unique style with her hair cut short on one side.
Her face and exposed skin were full of tattoos and piercings.
To express it through music, she was a woman who suited rock, and hardcore metal.

Is it exquisite that she asks for a glass of soju?

Anyway, I let her do what she wanted, and she smiled her satisfaction as I watched the clear liquid filling her empty glass.

“Thank you.”

Speaking English with a distinctive accent, he got up and kissed my cheek.
Although he looked tough, his actions were never like that.

I sat down at her table and introduced myself to them.

The red-haired woman was Ellen, the black woman’s name was Yvonne, the tough-looking woman was Lily, and the blonde woman was Vivian.

After the girls introduced themselves, they continued to talk in French as if they felt it was annoying.
I couldn’t understand the conversation, but somehow I didn’t get bored watching these women.
I’ve had this kind of experience before.
The Red Shoes members who left after staying at this house.
Watching them talk and play with each other made me feel happy.
Shall we say that the heart of an uncle fan naturally arises?

The images were vastly different, but anyway, Rodin made me think similarly.
The idea that these women were here to kill me was completely gone.

Suddenly, Ellen used the translator to ask me a question.

“Did you know we were coming? How did you think of preparing the food?”

I was wondering how to answer, but I decided to tell the truth.

“Yeah, I knew. Already caught, you guys.”

When I said it like a joke, Ellen made a gesture of surprise.
I wasn’t really surprised, it just matched my playful tone.
Instead of being embarrassed by the fact that I already knew they were coming, they laughed and liked it.

Anyway, it seemed like it was good that I knew in advance and was preparing for the guest.
After all, I came to Korea by flight for a long time, and as soon as I arrived, I got a lot of attention and took pictures.

I suddenly remembered the incident and showed them the pictures on my cell phone.

“You guys have a picture taken. It’s okay? Shall I take action and ask them to erase it?”

They said that because they feared that the people who posted the photos would be punished if they took care of this on their own.
Then Yvon waved his hand as if it was no big deal.

“Don’t mind. It always happens. We’re not even celebrities, but we always get treated that way.”

It was as if being compared to a celebrity hurt his pride.