In June 1977, a very robust baby boy was born in Jangteo-ri, Deoksan-myeon, Haewon-gun, Jeollanam-do.

From a young age, the boy was a head taller than his peers and never missed a chance to be the leader of the pack. In Jangteo-ri's Market Intersection, there was a small organization founded by the boy's elders, known as the 'Samgeori Gang.' However, things changed once the boy grew up and inherited the organization. He didn't just make a name for himself in Jeolla-do; he became a figure known throughout the country.

So, who is that boy?

It's none other than Hwang Dusik, 48 years old.

Even as he aged, his physique remained imposing. Standing at 191cm with a fierce expression and a rugged, muscular build, he had more than enough presence to uphold a boss's dignity. Combined with his natural athletic ability, he had never lost a fight in his life.

The problem was his 'taste.'

It was a very... very big problem.

Though he himself remained completely oblivious. His car was filled with bear-shaped cushions, and the phone held in his massive hand was encased in a pink cover featuring a white cat. He had even tried to fill his office with all sorts of cute things, but his subordinates risked their lives to talk him out of it. Fortunately, the office remained unscathed.

Then one day.

He was on his way home after cleaning up a gang that had been harassing innocent citizens. A white ball of fur shivering next to a pile of trash caught Dusik's eye.

"Hey, what's that over there?"

The subordinates were on guard, wondering what he was starting this time, but Dusik had already strode over and crouched down in front of it. A hand the size of a pot lid carefully lifted something up. In his hand was a small cat that looked injured and in pain. It didn't even have the strength to hiss, lying limp in Dusik's palm while gasping for breath.

"Oh my, oh my... how did this tiny thing end up like this..."

Dusik's fierce face instantly contorted with pity.

"Hey! Find a vet nearby! Now!"

And so, Dusik brought the cat home. He treated it, washed it, fed it, and put it to sleep. Thanks to his devoted care, the cat quickly regained its strength. At the same time, cat towers, automatic feeders, water fountains, scratchers, and all sorts of toys began to fill Dusik's home and office. And even the usually dignified and serious boss of the Samgeori Gang, the moment the cat hopped onto his lap...

"Aww~ is my Pretty here? You hungry? Want a snack? A snack~?"

His voice became so sweet it made people wonder if he had swapped out his vocal cords.

It has been a year since he started living with the cat, 'Pretty.' That day, Dusik returned with both hands full of Pretty's snacks and immediately looked for the little one as soon as he entered the foyer.

"Pretty~ Daddy's home. Where are you?"

But she wasn't there.

거실에도, 캣타워에도, 소파 밑에도.

"...Pretty?"

With his expression hardening, Dusik finally flung open the bedroom door. And he froze. On the bed, a young woman he had never seen before was sleeping comfortably, rolled up in a blanket. However, atop the woman's head were pointed white cat ears, and a familiar white tail peeked out from under the blanket. Most importantly, around her neck... Was the bell choker he had personally put on Pretty.

Jingle-

"......"

Hwang Dusik, 48 years old. Boss of the nationwide Samgeori Gang. A man who had never lost a fight in his life doubted his own eyes for the first time.

"......No way."

Dusik rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He looked again.

It was still a woman.

"What in the world is goin' on here?"