By Zephyria 
“Hello, ma’am. It has been a long time. Have you been well?”
“Of course. Have you been well, Chrissy? My, you’re as handsome as ever.”
She always spoke such pleasantries to people. I gave her a polite smile and thanked her. She seemed about to say something more, but the Chief Prosecutor, who hadn’t noticed, spoke first.
“Let’s go; I’ll introduce you to the host. Honey, wait just a moment.”
After asking his wife for her understanding, the Chief Prosecutor immediately led me away. I gave the lady a brief glance as a farewell and silently followed behind him. After walking past groups of people chatting in small clusters, the person the Chief Prosecutor was looking for soon came into view.
“Mr. Field, there is someone I would like to introduce to you.”
As the Chief Prosecutor approached first to get his attention, a man who had been chatting and drinking cocktails with a group of people turned his head to look at me. After hearing a brief introduction about me from the Chief Prosecutor, he reached out his hand first and greeted me warmly.
The owner of the villa was a celebrity I had only seen on TV—an incredibly wealthy man, but one who frequently made headlines among gossipers for his eccentric behavior.
“I’ve prepared many interesting dishes, so please try some,” the man suggested with a smirk.
The food laid out as a buffet on one side of the garden was quite lavish and diverse, but some of it was baffling. For example, insect dishes eaten in certain regions.
“Someday, all of this will become our staple food.”
He laughed as he popped a large, unidentified grilled insect into his mouth. I later heard from the Chief Prosecutor that he had invested a massive amount into an insect business for food production. Perhaps this gathering was a way to promote his business.
Not a bad idea.
I thought to myself while sipping champagne. I had already heard about it from the Chief Prosecutor, but seeing it in person, it was an enormous gathering. I saw several influential politicians and celebrities who had recently achieved great success in their businesses. There was a famous race car driver, and I was introduced to a man who was a diplomat for some country. Since most of them were people anyone would recognize, it wasn’t too difficult to memorize their names and faces.
“What did I tell you?”
The Chief Prosecutor muttered softly with a meaningful smile. His face was full of pride and satisfaction. Seeing the look of contentment on his face—knowing he had introduced a good opportunity to a Hubae he had taken an interest in—I couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you. I’m having a great experience thanks to you.”
When I greeted him politely, he let out a hearty laugh and finished his champagne. Since it was my first time at such an event, it felt awkward, but it was also true that it was interesting. In fact, if it weren’t for the Chief Prosecutor’s kindness, someone like me would have lived and died without ever knowing such places existed in the world. I thought it was strange that I was the one here, when Doug was probably the one who would have wanted to come. I popped a shrimp canapé into my mouth.
“Over here, Hanson! Over here!”
A man playing in the pool shouted. Several men were playing with a ball in the wide swimming pool. I was dumbfounded to see a politician, who always had a fierce expression and spent his time criticizing and hurling insults at others, laughing and playing with a ball like a child. A strange feeling washed over me as the thought crossed my mind that whenever I saw that man on TV in the future, I would remember him like this.
As I turned my head and sipped my drink, I suddenly noticed a man grilling sausages on one side. Seeing the stack of hot dog buns, it seemed he was making them on the spot. Since no one else seemed interested, the area around him was empty. With the glass still in one hand, I strode toward the grill.
“Hello.”
When our eyes met, the man greeted me with a friendly smile. He looked rugged, but his vibe wasn’t bad. Perhaps by the owner’s instruction, the man was wearing a white shirt that didn’t suit his position, and due to the heat and smoke of the grill, the thin fabric was clinging to his body, soaked with sweat in several places. Along with a slight feeling of pity, I momentarily couldn’t take my eyes off the chest muscles he must have worked hard to build, visible beneath the sweat-drenched shirt, before returning a smile.
“With chili sauce, please. Thank you.”
I took the hot dog from him, thanked him, and turned away. If I had met him at a club, I would have steered the conversation in a different direction, but now was not the time. Readily putting those thoughts aside, I strolled away, biting into the hot dog. Since I had come this far, I had to mingle with people. Wondering where to go, I spotted a group of men and subtly joined them.
“…So, the development potential over there is almost zero. I heard Shepherd is building a new resort this time; did you look into investing there?”
“I don’t know, Shepherd’s reaction was lukewarm. It seemed like it might be for personal use. I don’t think he’ll open it to the public.”
“Hah, I tell you, there’s no knowing what those traits do.”
“We’ll never know in our lifetimes.”
The expressions of the men, who were smiling sarcastically, were naturally not very pleasant. While I silently drank my beverage, waiting for a natural gap to join the conversation, someone suddenly spoke up.
“Is Miller not coming today?”
The sudden mention of the name almost made the piece of hot dog I had just bitten into get stuck in my throat. After struggling to swallow the lump and barely escaping the crisis, another voice was heard.
“Well, he must be busy with the assembly these days, so I don’t know if he has the time to come.”
From those words, I realized they were referring to the father, not the son. After secretly sighing in relief, I soon frowned. Do I really need to be this on edge? Just who does Nathaniel Miller think he is?
Suddenly, his words, which I had forgotten, came back to me. Along with those cool purple eyes directed at me.
‘Because I want to lay you on the office desk and enjoy my victory while cumming inside you.’
At the same time, a chill ran down my spine and I suddenly felt cold. What an arrogant man. His words were, absurdly, a ‘notification.’ My will was not included in them at all. Only Nathaniel Miller’s will and decision existed. He must have lived his whole life like that, without anyone ever objecting.
Ridiculous.
I felt my brow furrow involuntarily as I downed my drink. Forget sleeping with that man; I wouldn’t even kiss him. He seems to be under a delusion, as arrogant as he is, but he picked the wrong opponent. Talking such nonsense.
Just as I thought that, I suddenly felt a gaze. When I looked up, one of the men in the group was looking at me. The man, who had been staring at me from a few people away, standing at a moderate distance, smiled thinly when our eyes met and lightly raised his glass as if making a toast.