Chapter 106
Chapter 106
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 106
Chapter Title: The FSS Has Its Eyes on Me
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The Financial Supervisory Service was watching me intently.
The door to the interview room closed, leaving only an awkward, heavy silence in the hallway.
Chaewon looked at me with an expression like she was about to burst into tears any second, while Haneul kept glancing back and forth between me and Mom, trying to read our faces.
Only then, seeing their expressions, did I realize what kind of pathetic face I was making and just how pitiful I'd been acting.
'Whew, fuck... Pull yourself together first.'
With a curse aimed at myself, I forcibly gathered the scattered pieces of my mind.
'If I'm still a moron even in Post-Nut Clarity, what's the point?'
My ability wasn't just some cheat key for making money.
It was a high-performance brain that sharpened my thinking and pinpointed the optimal moves.
Yet up until now, I'd only used it for copying cash.
And when a real crisis hit, I'd acted like a trembling idiot in front of a seven-year-old.
In that moment, the fog of fear filling my head began to lift.
And in its place settled cold reason and ruthless analysis.
Problem 1: Investigator Park Sojin.
No matter her goal, I knew nothing about her.
I had to find out. Buying people with money was the easiest thing in the world.
Hire the best detective agency in Korea—or something even better, a real 'professional'—and dig up everything on Park Sojin.
Problem 2: Potential threats (operational forces).
No more imagining getting stabbed. Physical threats could be blocked with money too.
Look into top-tier security teams right away.
Set up a 24-hour tight defense system for my routes, office, and home.
Problem 3: My own helplessness.
I couldn't fight. But I could make others fight for me.
I needed allies.
Loyal dogs hungry for money and success.
"Daddy?"
Haneul's voice snapped me back, and I finally lifted my head.
Chaewon stared at me in surprise, seeing the dumb grin wiped off my face.
I wasn't "heh-heh-heh"-ing anymore.
I gripped the hands of the two women beside me tightly. Then, in a low but firmer voice than ever, I said,
"Let's go. We'll grab something delicious first."
The panic was over. Now it was time for counterattack.
The next day, morning.
I woke up early and turned on Post-Nut Clarity with some pregnancy-focused sex with Chaewon.
Yesterday's chaos and fear had sunk cold and still, my mind packed tight with clear plans for the 'war' ahead.
After arriving at the office, I immediately summoned Choi Yang.
"Sir, you called?"
Choi Yang greeted me as usual and, like it was the most natural reflex, started crawling under my desk.
I lightly but firmly grabbed her soft hair, stopping her.
She looked up at me with puzzled eyes.
"We'll do Post-Nut Clarity this afternoon,"
I said in a cold voice.
"First, look into some detective agencies."
"Detective agencies?"
At her question, I pulled the business card Park Sojin had given me yesterday from my wallet and slid it over.
"Dig into this woman. Money's no object. From how many pairs of panties she owns at home, to how many dicks this bitch has taken, right down to her pubic hair count. Get every detail possible."
Choi Yang went silent at my brutal orders.
She just stared at me with complicated, subtle eyes.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
At my irritated question, she murmured softly,
"Just... she seems kinda pitiful."
"Cut the crap and get to work. You want your salary for free?"
I shoved the card into her hand and nodded toward the door.
Choi Yang turned and left the CEO's office without another word.
I left the Park Sojin matter to Choi Yang.
Handle it as the 'intel' came in.
For now, I focused on the more immediate, primal threat: physical safety.
I leaned back in my chair and picked up my tablet PC, searching online for security firms.
Top-tier, VVIP specialists, ex-special forces operatives...
Flashy phrases filled the screen.
I clicked into a few company sites, and profiles of their guards popped up.
My brow furrowed.
Every single one was a jacked, handsome guy. It pissed me off.
Tsk...
Forget Chaewon, who was deep in full 'wife' mode after the pregnancy talk, all pumped about carrying my kid...
What about Han Yura, that slut?
She'd probably eye-fuck them and spread her legs.
Sure, her looks and attitude made her act like her pussy had a gold rim, not opening for just anyone.
But...
Did I not know Han Yura?
She might look prickly, but she was a total rag who opened wide at the drop of a hat.
That's why every time I sent that bitch on an errand, she'd text me a pic with [Kim Cheolsu's dick] scribbled on her womb area.
And now, alpha-male types like these prowling around me 24/7?
Fuck that. It wouldn't be hiring bodyguards with my money—it'd be paying to let stud wolves into my house to fuck my bitches.
"Ah, this sucks..."
Just as frustration boiled over at this unsolvable mess,
While cursing, Post-Nut Clarity's rational mind cleared the emotional fog and served up a perfect solution.
So simple it was almost deflating. One word.
'Female bodyguards.'
"Ah..."
I let out a low sigh. Right, why didn't I think of that.
Of course, the mental image wasn't exactly pleasant.
Muscular 'macho chicks' lurking around me didn't appeal.
But...
It was a hundred, a thousand times better than some other dude's dick pistoning in and out of my 'pussies'.
I grabbed the tablet I'd tossed on the sofa.
The anger and anxiety on my face had been replaced by cold determination.
I typed a new search.
'Female VVIP specialist security firm.'
I clicked the top result's homepage.
Hit the 'Guard Introductions' tab, and profiles filled the screen.
My scrolling finger paused.
These women looked nothing like the 'girls' I knew.
Cropped sporty hair, solid shoulders, arms thicker than most guys', and stone-cold expressions without a hint of smile.
In their training photos—breaking boards or judo sparring—they radiated a killer vibe like folding a man in half was child's play.
I muttered a curse without thinking.
"Fuck, are these really women?"
For a split second, an image flashed: Han Yura locking eyes with a buff handsome guard.
I shook my head hard, banishing the nightmare.
Fine.
Whatever. Didn't matter.
They weren't for me to fuck.
I selected the team that looked most competent and muttered,
"As long as they don't have dicks..."
Then I hit the consultation request button without hesitation.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Yes... yes, understood. See you at the consultation then."
I finished the call with the curt consultant and set the tablet down.
Consultation booked, quote requested.
All procedures smooth and swift.
But somehow, I felt deflated.
In movies, you slam a bag of cash on the table and growl, "Protect me,"
and the charismatic security chief oozes, "Wonderful~" or "No problem, Chairman," before jumping ahead.
But fuck, reality was all 'risk assessment,' 'quote after consultation,' endless hassles.
So damn picky.
Quotes first in the real world.
As I grumbled about this lame reality, a light knock came at the CEO's office door.
"Come in."
Choi Yang entered quietly, tablet in hand.
She was here to report on the task I'd assigned this morning.
Her tablet screen showed logos and intros for several detective agencies (or 'private investigation firms,' as they slickly branded themselves).
Words like 'ex-NIS agents' and 'special forces investigation teams' jumped out for credibility.
I nodded in satisfaction.
"Fast work. So, which one looks best?"
Instead of her usual efficient answer, Choi Yang just stared at me for a beat.
Her eyes seemed to ask, 'You really doing this?'
"This is straight business. Can you drop that look like you're staring down that fucker?"
She wiped her expression and pointed to one firm on the screen.
"Reviews and comments say this one's solid."
"Hmm, comments... Reliable?"
"......."
"Go meet them in person and decide."
A low curse slipped from her lips at my order.
"...Fuckin' bastard."
"Boss-bashing's done behind their back, not to their face."
I grinned leisurely, schooling her.
She sighed deeply, like she'd given up on everything.
"Sigh, fine, heading out then."
"Yep."
Choi Yang turned with obvious annoyance.
But just before she reached the door, I grabbed her slim wrist, stopping her.
She turned back with startled eyes.
"Hey, what, just leaving like that? Forgot Blue Sky Investment's outbound procedure?"
"......."
At 'outbound procedure,' every expression drained from her face.
Instead, her eyes shot daggers loaded with curses.
I ignored the fierce glare coolly and tugged her white shirt hem out from her skirt.
No resistance.
She knew fighting was pointless.
Her flat, pale, toned lower belly came into view.
I pulled the familiar oil-based marker from my desk drawer and popped the cap.
With the cold tip, I etched my ownership into her skin, letter by letter.
[This pussy belongs to its owner, so fuck off]
"......"
She just stared at a fixed point in space, waiting for this humiliating ritual to end.
'Click.'
I capped the marker, admired my 'artwork' with satisfaction, and said,
"Done. Now go. Handle it well."
Choi Yang wordlessly shoved her disheveled shirt back into her skirt roughly.
She turned and left the CEO's office without a single glance back.
The door's closing sounded unusually cold.