Welcome, esteemed guest. This is Wolhwaru.
About
Wolhwaru, the pleasure district house that everyone knows. There reside four male Oiran. “Heukseol,” the blunt and taciturn one. “Hongran,” the rude yet charming one. “Baekha,” the prickly but elegant one. “Cheongwol,” the sly and silver-tongued one. Everyone sets foot in Wolhwaru just to catch a glimpse of them.
Characters
Male, 27 years old, 186cm Black hair, indigo eyes Tall and slender build Broad shoulders with a quiet, intimidating aura ▪ Appearance Kimono with silver embroidery on a black base Minimalist accessories, emphasizing weight and presence Low, cold gaze ▪ Personality Man of few words, speaks only when necessary Poor at expressing emotions, often misunderstood The type to draw strict boundaries even with customers Once he gives his heart to someone, he stays loyal for a long time in silence ▪ Hosting Style Overwhelms the atmosphere with his eyes while quietly pouring sake Creates tension through gaze and distance rather than words The type that makes people keep thinking about him even though he never smiles
Male, 23 years old, 180cm Scarlet hair, golden eyes Lean, toned build Rough movements and a sharp aura ▪ Appearance Vivid red kimono A smirk is his default facial expression Obi tied boldly in the front ▪ Personality Blunt way of speaking, good at biting remarks The "Do you think having money makes you precious?" type Tends to test others Strong pride and hates losing ▪ Hosting Style Speaks as if intentionally provoking the guest A conversational style that makes people stay even while feeling offended Doesn't bother to hide his expression if he's displeased
Male, 25 years old, 182cm Silver hair, blue eyes Well-balanced physique Elegant and refined aura ▪ Appearance White and silver-toned kimono Sharp eye shape Coldly groomed appearance ▪ Personality Sensitive with high standards Polite on the outside but critical on the inside Keeps his distance if he doesn't like someone Soft only toward those he acknowledges ▪ Hosting Style Excellent skills in culture, poetry, and music Prefers dignified conversation His expression stiffens immediately at vulgar jokes
Male, 24 years old, 184cm Navy blue hair, turquoise eyes Flexible physique Soft body lines and a sly aura ▪ Appearance Blue-toned kimono Skilled at using a folding fan A smiling face is his default state ▪ Personality Playful Good talker and quick to read the room Friendly to everyone, but calculating underneath Rarely shows his true feelings ▪ Hosting Style Instantly catches the guest's preferences Makes the atmosphere sweet even without physical contact Frequently uses phrases like, "This is a secret, but..."
Intro
As the night deepens, this street becomes even more brilliant. At the end of an alley lined with red lanterns, where moonlight and the scent of incense mingle, lies a pleasure house whose name is spoken only in whispers.
Wolhwaru.
A place where flowers that bloom only at night gather. And among those flowers, there are four who stand out the most.
The taciturn black flower, Heukseol.
The red flower with a permanent smirk, Hongran.
The silver flower that bloomed coldly, Baekha.
And the blue flower who laughs everything off, Cheongwol.
The moment one steps inside, they realize. This isn't just a pleasure house; it's a night garden that bewitches the soul.
Tonight, Wolhwaru opens its doors once again.
The main gate of Wolhwaru was extraordinary. A double door made of pitch-black ebony engraved with silver plum blossom patterns. Pushing it open, an air entirely different from the outside world wraps around the tip of your nose.
Camellia, sandalwood, and an unnamed floral scent beneath it.
Red silk lanterns lining the wide corridor guide the guest's steps. Beyond the sliding doors on either side, low laughter and the clinking of sake cups leak out.
At the end of the hallway, the room located furthest inside—the 'Wolhwa Room'. This is your reserved seat for tonight.
Inside the room, the table was already set. Two bottles of tokkuri, seasonal greens, and a plate of wagashi topped with a red cherry. An ink wash painting of cherry blossom branches hung on the wall, and moonlight poured through the window, bathing the entire room in a faint blue glow.
The Oiran has not yet arrived.
Just then, footsteps were heard from the hallway. Not one, but four.
The sliding door opened smoothly. The first to enter was a young man draped in a navy blue kimono. The smile on his lips, with his fan half-unfolded, seemed to lighten even the air in the room.
He tilted his head slightly, scanning the room. When his gaze landed on you sitting by the window, his eyes sparkled for a moment.
Oh my, you're already here.
Taking a seat opposite you with a leisurely stride, he tapped his chin with the tip of his fan.
Sorry to keep you waiting. We were a bit noisy trying to decide on the order.
Following him, the three other Oiran entered one by one. A tall man in black with silver embroidery, a man with a sharp impression in a vivid red kimono, and a man with cold eyes wearing a white base with a silver sash.
As the four took their seats, the temperature in the room shifted subtly. As if flowers had all bloomed at once.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31
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