Lin Yuan felt helpless. I never expected this to happen either.
Back in Seoul, Lee Boo-jin had told him about the absurd antics of those chaebol heirs.
For people born with golden spoons in their mouths, ordinary beauty could no longer stir their interest.
To excite them, they had to add some special "seasoning."
For instance, many chaebol heirs were keen on secretly hooking up with members of Korean girl groups while maintaining a public distance.
They especially enjoyed quietly sitting in the VIP section during girl group concerts or fan meetings, coldly watching the frenzied male fans below.
As they watched those male fans scream themselves hoarse, their eyes gleaming with worship and longing for the idols onstage, the chaebol heirs would feel a twisted thrill rise within them.
The more fanatical the male fans were, the more satisfied and excited they felt—those goddesses you worshiped from afar, beyond your reach, were nothing more than playthings in my palm.
The feeling of trampling every male fan in the venue beneath their feet greatly satisfied their desire for conquest and superiority. It was the ultimate form of "cuckolding" the entire audience.
And when the concert ended, the excitement they had built up all night was already hard to contain.
Often, before the fans had even left, they would slip backstage through a special passage and head straight to a hotel with the goddesses in the fans' hearts.
Sometimes they could not even wait for the trip to the hotel and would find some secluded place along the way to settle things on the spot.
When Lee Boo-jin had laughingly told Lin Yuan about these things, she had meaningfully asked him whether he wanted to experience it too.
If he liked the innocent type, he could try Kim Taeyeon and Yoona,