Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Finding a Woman to Take the Knife for Me Instead
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After Choi Yang left, silence once again settled over the president's office.
Female bodyguard.
That's nothing more than a shield to block external threats, at best.
What's left now is...
In a pinch, someone who'll take a knife stab for me instead—a complete ally on my side.
I sank deep into the sofa, mentally reviewing the pieces on my chessboard one by one.
First up, Han Yura.
She's got some real grit.
In a crisis, she'd keep her cool and think straight instead of shaking like I would.
But that's all she has going for her.
Expecting loyalty from that bitch is like asking a cat to go vegan.
She'd smash the back of my head without a second thought if a bigger payoff came along. Pass.
Second, Choi Yang.
Short as she is, she's ex-idol material—handles herself physically just fine, and above all, she listens to me.
But she's already overloaded just handling 'secretary' and 'spy' duties.
Idiot Kim Cheolsu's the one dumping all kinds of shit on her to clean up. She's the busiest of us all.
Using her as a human shield? Way too inefficient.
Third, Yoon Chaewon.
Pregnant!!!!!!!
She's neck-deep in that damn 'pregnancy meta' these days, diligently chugging her fertility herbs like clockwork. You want her taking knives for me?
Fuck that. I'm not that much of a piece of shit.
Her role stops at 'wife' and 'mom'. Period.
Last, Haneul.
Strongest in the house.
Unbeatable at seven years old.
Obviously a pass.
In the end, zilch.
No one who could become my hands and feet, share all my secrets, and gladly throw themselves in harm's way for me in the final moment—that kind of complete ally.
I let out a hollow chuckle and sank back into thought.
Which means...
I have to find such an 'ally' from the outside?
I flicked the tablet back on where I'd tossed it on the sofa.
The screen still showed the homepage for that 'Female VVIP Specialist Security Firm' I'd just been on the phone with.
The slogan 'Customer safety first' felt downright laughable.
A hired bodyguard diving in slow motion like some movie scene to take a bullet for me?
That's Hollywood bullshit.
Real pros weigh their own life value against their paycheck.
Is my life worth more than theirs?
No chance.
In a crisis, they'd use me as a shield to hide behind or just ditch me and run.
That's just 'business'.
In the end, loyalty bought with money is worth exactly what you pay for it.
So how do you get 'complete loyalty' that goes beyond cash—someone willing to lay down their life?
I mulled it over for a bit.
And through the people around me, I vaguely glimpsed the answer.
A weakness. Or a desire.
Han Yura craves 'success', and I'm her one and only lifeline for that.
Choi Yang needs 'money', and I can give her more than anyone.
And... Dr. Kim Seolgi.
She had a lifelong scholar's dream: completing her research.
I showed up in her moment of despair and tossed her the answer like some divine revelation.
The result? I got her blind loyalty.
Yeah. That's it.
I can't just be an employer handing out cash.
I need to drill into their deepest desire or deadliest weakness. Forge a symbiotic—or parasitic—bond where they can't survive without me.
The way to create a 'complete ally'.
Yeah, I've got the key now.
Dig into a weakness or desire, turn them into a being who can't exist without me.
So, what conditions should the target have?
I started slowly laying out the criteria for my new prey.
First: has to be a woman. No exceptions.
Non-negotiable rule number one.
Why? Simple.
My new 'ally' will inevitably witness everything about me.
How I make my money. The plans I cook up. And... when I'm bored, scenes of me banging other women.
Now picture a ripped stud of a bodyguard standing there.
Forced to listen all night to top-tier bitches like Han Yura or Choi Yang moaning under my dick, right outside the door.
How long before that fucker snaps?
History proves it.
Even that ultimate scumbag Lu Bu got blinded by one woman and smashed the back of Dong Zhuo's head—the guy who was like a father to him.
Men ultimately think with their dicks, not their brains.
Me included.
Can't keep a walking time bomb that close.
"Good, first condition locked in..."
I muttered in satisfaction, pondering the second criterion.
Second: ex-military, or a natural-born brawler.
Another absolute must—no compromises.
I'm not looking for some chick to hide behind me shuffling papers.
When gang lowlifes come charging in, I need someone who steps up first and smashes their skulls.
Someone who'll gladly take a knife for me—and jam one right into the enemy's gut in return.
Regular army or navy? Boring.
Ideally, a woman from special forces like airborne or intel.
The type who lives and dies by orders, with iron discipline and loyalty beaten into their bones. Perfect.
Or...
A street rat who's rolled in the gutters, learning to survive on fists alone. A natural predator.
Not muscles forged in training, but honed by the fight for survival. A beast.
Sniff out a wild mare like that, break her down until she's loyal only to me? Sounds fucking fun.
A satisfied smile crept over my face.
'Woman. And damn good in a fight.'
Now the problem was where to find a unicorn like that.
The conditions for my 'complete ally' were set.
But that was just the blueprint.
Wrapping up the investigation on that Park Sojin bitch and finding a 'loyal dog' to take knives for me? That shit's gonna take time.
Unless my Post-Nut Clarity evolves into a mind-control beam, it's an unavoidable fact.
I stood from my seat and moved to my desk, where a dozen monitors blazed with activity.
Screens full of endless numbers and graphs, seducing me nonstop.
A few clicks, and I could 'copy' hundreds of millions, billions today.
But if luck soured and I accidentally hit another 'pump-and-dump' stock tied to Park Sojin's crew?
If I unknowingly drained their cash again, it'd go beyond mere investigation—straight into provoking direct payback.
Right now, no way to know which tickers are theirs.
Every trade's like tap-dancing through a minefield.
Time to cut the risk.
Until I get the 'results'—her identity, her motives, my safety secured...
"......Money copying... suspended."
I murmured low, sliding the mouse around.
Closed the profit charts. Closed overseas futures. Closed the crypto exchanges.
One by one, I shut down every glowing financial program.
Finally, I hit the power buttons on the monitors.
With a 'ping-', my mightiest weapon—and biggest liability—the 'money copier' went dark.
The president's office was left with just the drone of city noise outside and an awkward hush.
From here on, it wasn't a battle of making money. It was a battle of endurance.
I'd personally sealed away my strongest weapon... and my one true plaything.
Staring at the blank screens, I let out a deep sigh.
"Sigh... So what do I do with all this spare time to make it worth the rumors?"
Three immediately doable projects popped into my head.
First: [Semen King] Kim Cheolsu mode.
Time to go all-in on knocking up Chaewon.
Swelling her belly is essential to completing the 'family' portrait.
This isn't some rote duty call.
Fuck, just picturing it makes my junk throb.
Chaewon carrying my seed, her belly slowly rounding out.
Proof she's mine completely—more ironclad than any brand or tattoo.
No other bastard can wedge in. The most primal, perfect form of ownership.
This is way more 'fun' than it sounds.
Second: [Parenting King] Kim Cheolsu mode.
Project to send Haneul's smile to the heavens.
Stuff her room with top-shelf toys. Rent out the entire top floor of Longde World Tower and turn it into her private amusement park.
Honestly, a different flavor of fun.
Spending time with Haneul's always a blast.
She's been pouting lately about wanting a 'puppy', nagging Chaewon nonstop. It's been stuck in my head.
Just imagining her face when I grant that little wish brings a grin.
Third: [Taming King] Kim Cheolsu mode.
Han Yura—the bitch whose attitude's spiking lately—needs re-education.
Eating my money, gulping my cum to grow fat as a 'cock-fed gutter slut', and she's got the nerve to keep acting up? Pisses me off.
Soon as I get a window, time for a 'walk'.
Etch it back into her body: who holds the leash, and which hole a bitch obeys with.
Leaning back on the sofa, I replayed my three flawless projects and grinned in satisfaction.
[Semen King], [Parenting King], [Taming King].
All too damn good to drop.
But the rational pondering ended there.
Right on cue, my head-cooling Post-Nut Clarity wore off.
And just like that, idiot Kim Cheolsu's skull boiled over with hot greed and filthy urges again.
Cold analysis and plans? Vanished. Pure instinct remained.
"Hmm... Fuck it, do all three."
I smacked my lips and muttered.
"No stock trading anyway, so time's all I got..."
With that thought, I snatched up my smartphone.
No hesitation—I fired off a message to the top of my chat list: [Main Wife].
Me: [Heading home now. Spread your pussy and wait.]
Didn't take long for a reply.
Main Wife: [Market's still open, no?]
Me: [So you hate it?]
Moments later, the perfect response landed—enough to get me rock hard.
Main Wife: [I'm ovulating today.]
"Keuh..."
I let out an involuntary groan of admiration.
Goddamn, that bitch... S-tier at cock-teasing.
I shot to my feet, snagging the jacket I'd tossed on the sofa.
First item on this afternoon's schedule: [Semen King] mode.