Once you earn a certain amount of money, you don’t need any more.
People may have differing opinions on this,
but for the Louis Vuitton trio, it was an undeniable truth.
"Money? Whatever."
"We’ve earned enough. It’s whatever."
"There are things far more important than money. So, whatever."
For them, what mattered was their legacy as designers.
What kind of clothes they created.
How they sketched their ideas.
Which models would bring their vision to life.
The prestige of being admired and revered by the masses—
that was their true currency.
And in that sense—
"W-Wait, what?"
The man standing before them was the definition of pathetic.
"Handing out a business card during an introduction? Okay, fine."
"But everything else about you is just tragic."
"Also, this is a restricted area."
The trio slowly sized up Kiyao Kaito.
"Luxury is about harmony, but you just threw random pieces together. It’s awful."
"Frankly, you’re being rude. Just showing up unannounced like this?"
"You seem like so kind of studio staff, but this is unacceptable."
After careful evaluation,
they concluded that he simply did not belong here.
Seriously, where the hell were the security guards?
"N-No, that’s not it! I—um—actually, I’m a huge Louis Vuitton fan! And also a huge fan of Kim Donghu!"
Sensing he was about to be thrown out,
Kaito frantically blurted out whatever he could.
"I-I’m the son of the vice president of Career Bank! And also the owner of this studio! So—"
But—
"And?"
"So what?"
"Does being with Career Bank make this okay?"
Their wall of indifference was impenetrable.
They couldn’t care less about so Japanese corporation.
Career Bank? Sure, it was a big company in Japan.
But who cares? They were from Louis Vuitton.
"We’re trying to be nice here."
"So leave."
"Did you think a Louis Vuitton shoot was so marketplace attraction? Book a proper schedule next ti."
Honestly, they really wanted to throw in so offensive remarks about the Japanese right now—
but since the treasured gem of the East, Donghu Kim, was present,
they had to restrain themselves.
"...."
Even Kaito, pampered and oblivious as he was,
could read the situation.
There was no way around it.
Reluctantly, he began backing away—
like a guilty puppy trying to slink off unnoticed.
And just then—
"Does it suit ?"
Kim Donghu erged from the dressing room,
fully clad in the Louis Vuitton x Supre collaboration.
At that mont—
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
Kaito had a revelation—
the divine glow behind a human being was real.
***
The Mont Kim Donghu Walked Out of the Dressing Room
"Ooh! Absolutely magnificent!"
Kim Jones nearly lted on the spot.
Why was Kim Donghu chosen as Louis Vuitton’s muse?
Why had he been utterly captivated at first sight?
Because—
"He’s perfect."
Donghu’s usual style wasn’t excessive.
His outfits blended seamlessly into daily life—
polished, but never forced.
But right now?
"I... I finally understand why your stylist dresses you down."
"Huh?"
"Ooooh... You can’t go around looking like this. My god... This is a cri against n everywhere."
Appearance—
It wasn’t just about a face.
It was about well-grood nails.
A cleanly shaven face.
Perfectly trimd eyebrows.
The curve of the neck.
The alignnt of muscles.
The balance of weight and proportions.
In the modeling world, every detail was scrutinized.
Personality? Irrelevant.
The only thing that mattered was how well you presented yourself.
That was what defined a model’s worth.
"...I truly hope your loyalty remains with Louis Vuitton."
"Uh... Sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about."
Kim Donghu, clearly flustered, turned to the trio,
hoping for so kind of explanation.
But—
"This is unbelievable!"
"This is extraordinary!"
"I refuse to believe this!"
The Louis Vuitton trio were just as enraptured as Kim Jones.
"To think he looks this good in ready-to-wear clothing..."
"Ughhh, imagine what we could do with a fully custom-tailored fit."
"Louis Vuitton! We’ll craft a collection made just for you!"
If anything, their obsession was only getting worse.
"Should we begin the shoot now...?"
"No need! I’ll capture this with the most precise lens of all—my eyes!"
For a brief mont, Donghu considered calling in the photographer for help,
but he quickly realized that would be a lost cause.
All he could do was stand there,
waiting for the overwhelming flood of admiration to finally die down.
Honestly, being showered with praise like this was beyond embarrassing.
It felt like back in school—
when a teacher would force a student to stand in front of the whole class,
making everyone clap for them.
And to make things even worse—
"Donghu! As expected of Donghu! Ahem, the form of Kim Donghu is the greatest in the world!"
Seokho awkwardly attempted to hype him up in broken English.
"Aah... I tried to hold it in, but now that he’s properly styled, there’s no way to hide this."
Mijoo, anwhile, sounded like she was reciting a dramatic ani monologue.
"This is killing ."
Donghu wanted nothing more than to disappear.
***
"Great job, everyone!"
The shoot wrapped up faster than expected.
Honestly, the praise lasted longer than the actual photoshoot.
He had heard it a million tis before—
"If the model is good, the shoot doesn’t take long."
"This parting is so bittersweet... Oh, Donghu Kim, would it be possible to get your autograph?"
"Of course."
The atmosphere remained warm and cheerful until the end.
They would have loved to treat him to a al,
but due to their busy schedules, that wasn’t an option.
"We are so grateful, but... ah, our flight is soon. Maybe we should reschedule?"
"No, no, no, you must not do that."
"Maintaining a strict work-life balance... That is super, super admirable."
Everything he said was followed by more complints,
to the point where it was almost embarrassing.
Out of all the people who had ever flattered him,
this was by far the most intense experience.
"When your military service obligations are fully resolved, please, please contact us imdiately. If necessary, we will adjust our entire show schedule for you."
That seed... a little excessive.
"Oh, no, that won’t be nec—"
Before he could politely decline,
Grip.
Kim Jones suddenly grabbed his hand.
"No, Donghu Kim. The world needs to know about you. Anyone who doesn’t is simply missing out."
His expression was so emotional,
it looked like three sticks of butter were about to lt from his eyes.
"I must put you on the runway.
The world needs to see you—
and so do all those poor, unfortunate brands that failed to recognize your brilliance."
Moved by his words,
the Louis Vuitton trio stood behind him, clapping solemnly.
"We must show the world what kind of clothes suit you best!
And why Louis Vuitton was the only brand worthy of you!"
French designers were supposed to be full of pride, weren’t they?
Had the world changed so much that they were now praising others instead?
Good people.
Donghu didn’t say anything in response.
He simply nodded.
"Ohhh, Donghu Kim, please co to France as soon as possible!"
"We will be waiting for you!"
"When you arrive in Paris, we will give you the grandest welco!"
"You are Louis Vuitton! Never forget that!"
And with that, Kim Jones and the Louis Vuitton trio left for the airport.
"So, next on the schedule is Shall We Get Married?"
"Yeah, right... the mixed bath scene, and then nothing else after that."
"Sounds like we’ll have so ti to rest before heading back to Korea."
At Mijoo’s words, Seokho and Donghu both nodded.
Since they had co all the way to Japan,
it wouldn’t hurt to take it easy for a bit.
With that in mind, they stepped out of the studio,
ready to head straight to their hotel.
But—
"Wait! Wait a second!"
Soone urgently blocked their path.
"Hm?"
A familiar face.
Soone they had seen earlier at the studio.
"The... studio owner?"
"Yes! Kiyao Kaito!"
The man imdiately introduced himself,
handing over a business card.
Not for the studio, but for Career Bank.
The first to react was Seokho.
"Career Bank? Kiyao Kaito... the vice president’s son?!"
"Y-Yes, that’s right! I actually have sothing very important to discuss with Kim Donghu!"
When soone unexpectedly turned out to be a bigger deal than expected,
what was the correct way to handle it?
Donghu still wasn’t experienced in this kind of situation,
so he was montarily unsure.
"Ah, if it’s sothing like that, I’m his representative. You can talk to instead. Shall we step aside and discuss?"
"Yes, yes—wait, what?"
Without hesitation, Seokho skillfully took over,
wrapping Kaito around his finger like a seasoned pro.
A clueless second-generation chaebol?
An overgrown tadpole.
And Seokho?
A snake.
A natural predator.
"This is a business matter, correct?"
"Y-Yes! About luxury brands and... Kan Rider..."
There was no escape.
But wait—did he just say Kan Rider?
No way.
Was this how he was getting involved?
Was this how he was going to end up funding a tokusatsu production?
Because of a major corporation’s investnt?
Was it all happening because of this clueless rich kid?
Why? No—did he even have that kind of money?
Everything was a mystery.
Where was this all leading?
Well—
If the path is well-paved, it should work out, right?
But how exactly was it all supposed to co together?
He had no idea.
***
anwhile, Sowhere in a Japanese Mansion
"Honestly, with this lineup, if they’re only picking one woman, my chances aren’t great."
Usami Chisako calmly analyzed Kim Donghu’s romantic prospects.
Kim Sujin (tsundere).
Ryu Jaerin (pure and innocent, but with slight yandere tendencies).
Shin Yerim (completely cut off from overseas contact).
Usami Chisako (cute, bubbly).
Evelyn (ambitious and calculating).
"From this list... if only one woman is chosen..."
At her current pace, she was lagging far behind.
She barely had any personal interactions with him.
So—
what was the only way to succeed?
There was just one answer.
Make him want to have everything.
She had to fuel his ambition.
I need to beco part of his harem.
She refused to be the losing heroine.
Determined, Usami Chisako picked up her phone.
"Dad, you asked for a good Korean drama to adapt into an ani, right?
I think I just found the perfect one."
If Our Fake Wedding got adapted into an ani—
and she was cast as the lead actress—
That would an she was getting married too.
The first step of her perfect plan.
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