Devil’s Music

Chapter 286: Fury

On the day when the studio use deadline was fully reached.

Byung-jun found Geon, who was still holed up in the studio. Peering into the studio from outside and hearing no sound from the recording booth, Byung-jun quietly opened the door and stepped inside, then suddenly yelled out in shock.

"Geon, Geon!!!"

He rushed over to Geon, who was lying on the studio floor, shaking him and slapping his cheeks to wake him.

"Geon! Geon! What's going on with you!"

As Byung-jun slapped his cheeks fiercely, Geon frowned and squinted his eyes open.

"It hurts..."

"Whoa, you scared me, you rascal!"

Geon turned over and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

"It's eleven now. What happened?"

Geon sat up and stretched and yawned.

"Ah, I just finished working two hours ago and took a nap."

Byung-jun collapsed backwards with a sigh of relief, then suddenly yelled again.

"Then why the hell are you sprawled out on the floor instead of the sofa! I thought you had collapsed!"

Geon chuckled and caressed his face, then fumbled on the sofa to lift some sheet music and CDs.

"Haha, the floor just felt more comfortable. I've prepared the guide and sheet music here. You can just send them via email, why did you bring them in person?"

Byung-jun snatched the sheet music and CDs and said.

"Sheesh, anyway. The contract needs to be signed in hard copy. Go get the music approved and signed. Can't you do things right the first time? Go home and sleep, just take the car I came in. I’ll take a taxi to the airport."

"Are you heading straight to Mexico?"

"Yes, I have an appointment today."

"Okay, take care, brother."

"Yeah, go straight home! Kiska has been waiting every day."

"Hehe, got it."

Byung-jun took out a yellow envelope, put the sheet music and CDs inside, and left the Lincoln Center. He asked a member waiting outside to take Geon home, then hailed a taxi. Arriving at the airport, Byung-jun checked the flight time and hurried to Gate 45 listed on his ticket. While texting Son Lin that he was departing for Mexico, he bumped into a person in front of him and fell backwards.

"Ouch!"

The impact was so strong that Byung-jun fell on his backside, looking up to see a man looking down at him, dusting off his clothes as he got up.

"Ah... I'm sorry. I was looking at my phone and didn't see."

The man was tall, but Byung-jun was much larger. Unlike Byung-jun, who fell from the collision, the man remained calm and smiled slightly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm really sorry about that."

Byung-jun apologized while sneaking a look at the man's face.

'He's incredibly handsome. An actor? I haven't seen him before... Based on his proportions, he could be a model. Ah, if only I were a bit younger, I'd discuss a contract, but he looks about forty. What a pity.'

Byung-jun bowed his head again and moved on to stand in line at the gate. As he took out his passport and ticket, waiting for his turn, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the man he had bumped into smiling at him.

"Uh... Are you hurt anywhere?"

The man extended a yellow envelope.

"You dropped this."

"Whoa!"

Byung-jun searched his pockets, then realizing he had lost the envelope containing the sheet music, took it from the man with repeated bows.

"Oh my, thank you so much! I'm sorry for bumping into you, and now you even helped me. This was important, and you came all this way to return it. I don't know how I can repay your kindness."

The man waved his hand and smiled.

"Haha, it's okay."

Byung-jun waved his hand and insisted.

"No, I must repay kindness! Please give me your phone number, and I'll make it up to you. This envelope contains something very important."

The man smiled and replied.

"It's okay. You must be busy, please go ahead. I'm busy too."

Without waiting for Byung-jun’s response, the man turned and walked away as Byung-jun called after him a few more times. Seeing his turn at the gate come up, Byung-jun gave a sorry look at the man's retreating figure.

"Wow, such a nice person. I should make friends with someone like that... Tsk."

Byung-jun was still watching the man when he caught the eye of a disapproving old lady in line behind him and quickly bowed his head.

"Oh

, I'm so sorry."

Byung-jun hurriedly disappeared into the gate while the man he had bumped into walked into a Starbucks in the airport and sat at a corner sofa. A man with long black hair wearing sunglasses was reading a newspaper, and a blond pretty boy was smiling at girls who were squealing and throwing flirtatious looks his way. As the man approached the sofa, the blond pretty boy raised a hand in greeting.

"Hey, did your errand go well?"

The man glanced at the girls focusing on him and replied.

"Hehe, as usual, Mr. Pyemon."

The man with the black hair folded his newspaper and looked at the newcomer, who bowed respectfully.

"Lord Gamagin, I see."

Gamagin nodded toward an empty seat on the sofa next to him.

"Well done, Amdusias. Have a seat."

As Amdusias sat down, the girls screamed again.

"Kyaa! The third handsome guy has appeared!"

"What do we do, all three are super handsome, and each has a different vibe!"

"Exactly! They're really hot!"

"But that black-haired guy, doesn’t he look familiar?"

"Hmm... Ah! Like Kay? Isn’t that right?"

"Wow, you're right, he looks older than Kay, so Kay must resemble him."

The girls were loudly gossiping in a way that everyone could hear. Amdusias chuckled quietly.

"Do you find this amusing, Mr. Pyemon?"

Pyemon smirked and winked at the girls, causing them to fall backward again. Watching the girls with hearts in their eyes, Pyemon turned to Amdusias and shrugged.

"It's fun, isn’t it? To me, they look like female ogres chewed up and spat out, haha."

Amdusias grinned and joined Pyemon in winking at the girls, eliciting laughter from Gamagin.

"To my eyes, you two look quite the same."

As the two winked, the girls screamed again but eventually quieted down after being scolded by a staff member. Once the commotion subsided, Gamagin spoke up.

"So, how did it go?"

Amdusias massaged his neck as if loosening his muscles.

"Exactly eight bars per section. I drew a purple border around the red notes."

Pyemon rested his elbow on the sofa and propped his chin, asking.

"What does that mean?"

"Purple signifies affection. It won't be obvious with the red notes bordered in purple, but the kid will notice it when he sees the sheet music. To change the colors, you'd need to alter the notes themselves."

Pyemon frowned.

"What, so the kid can fix it the moment he sees it?"

Amdusias smirked and shrugged.

"Do you think I'm called the demon of music for nothing? Even if he notices, he won't be able to fix it."

Pyemon tilted his head, puzzled.

"Why is that?"

Amdusias, confidently looking at Gamagin, replied.

"Because the music I've modified sounds better. Haha."

"Ho?"

"Even if he realizes, he won't be able to interfere. And if he studies what I've left behind, the kid will only progress further."

"Really? Ho... Amdusias, sometimes you do clean up nicely."

Amdusias gave Pyemon a disgruntled look.

"I am also a high-ranking demon, Count Pyemon."

Pyemon scoffed.

"And what, do you keep a harem locked up in your castle? If you're the demon of music, act with dignity. A guy who favors women over music, what’s that about. Lord Gamagin, you know this guy has the child’s cherished little mother as a maid?"

Pyemon tattled, causing Amdusias to wave his hands in denial.

"Ha, a harem! I haven’t touched that little child's mother! I just have her doing menial tasks! Lord Gamagin! It’s a misunderstanding!"

Pyemon pointed accusingly as he shot back.

"I know all about the three hundred human women you've captured in your castle! Maids aside, why are all the gardeners and guards women? You womanizer!"

Defeated, Amdusias raised his hands in surrender.

"Phew, I was wrong. How can I argue with you, Mr. Pyemon? Let's leave it at that."

"Hehe, my victory!"

With a mischievous face, Pyemon flashed a V-sign. Gamagin chuckled and folded the newspaper on the table.

"Good to hear all went well. But Amdusias. When anger, represented by red, combines with affection, symbolized by purple, does it harmonize?"

Amdusias, having given up, grinned broadly with a self-satisfied look.

"When hatred and anger mix with affection, it becomes a sentiment of 'ambivalence.' It signifies the inability to

help but love even as you hate. It's a perfect emotion for those who resent their parents. Hehe."

Worried, Pyemon said,

"But Lord Gamagin, will that guy Carlos really use the kid’s composition to create music? I hear he’s an older professional musician, and it's quite different from the music he’s used to. He might reject it."

Gamagin looked at Amdusias again, who shook his head with a resolute expression.

"He will, without question. If he says anything else after seeing that sheet music, then he's not a musician. It's a piece of music too tempting to pass up. Actually, it was already at that level before I touched it, but that was also possible because of my power."

Pyemon flicked his index finger, smirking.

"Oho, boasting again?"

Amdusias grinned, exuding confidence.

"It's not boasting. I'm certain of it. If he doesn’t, I’ll make sure he does. But that won’t be necessary. That Carlos isn't some ignorant beginner."

Assured, Gamagin rose from his seat.

"Good, everyone did well. Now let’s go have some tea at Amdusias's harem."

A crestfallen Amdusias stood up.

"Lord! Really, it's not!"

"Hehe, let’s go check."

Pyemon laughed playfully as they both stood.

"Haha, you’ll be surprised, Lord. Haha."

Watching the departing figures, Amdusias sweated nervously.

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