Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Killing Machine, Lee Soo-hee
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Killing Machine, Lee Soo-hee.
The 'Post-Nut Clarity' in my head started blaring sirens like a madman.
This wasn't 'thinking'.
It was 'instinct'.
Every cell in my body, every nerve in my system, was screaming one word at the woman in front of me.
'Danger'.
The arrival of a true 'predator', on a whole different level from anyone I'd ever met.
Post-Nut Clarity warned me fiercely.
Don't fuck around.
Don't act cocky.
Wipe that arrogant look off your face right now and drop to your knees in reverence.
Or else...
You're dead.
Nothing mattered—not even my precious Italian designer suit getting ruined on the sticky, grimy karaoke floor.
The only thing that mattered was not pissing off this lethal being in front of me.
I knelt down first, grinning as obsequiously as I could.
It was the most humiliating moment of my life, one that would never happen again.
"Ahaha... I-I'm not really causing trouble or anything... I just... wanted to meet the manager..."
At my awkward excuse, she didn't soften her icy gaze one bit and threw an even more menacing question my way.
"NIS?"
............No way—this rundown karaoke joint in the boonies, and suddenly the most badass name pops out of nowhere?
I screamed silently inside.
I'm fucked.
Something's seriously gone wrong.
"You still spying on me? I ain't done nothin' worth your lot's attention."
Fuck, translating that—doesn't it mean she pulled off some massive shit that even the NIS had to surveil, then defected?
At this rate, I was really gonna get screwed, so I desperately changed the subject.
I pulled out the one connection I knew.
"Uh... um... no, not NIS. Do you... maybe remember Yoon Chaewon?"
At my words, she furrowed her brow slightly.
The name 'Yoon Chaewon' seemed unfamiliar, like she was searching her memory.
Then, as if something clicked, she asked back in a flat voice.
"You mean Haneul's mom?"
That one line eased the tension in my frozen body just a tiny bit.
At the same time, the detail of remembering her as 'Haneul's mom' instead of 'Chaewon' felt even creepier somehow.
"Yes!! That's right! I'm the one who's gonna be Haneul's new dad!!"
I shouted, using the overwhelming cuteness of the universe's strongest lifeform as my shield, hoping this killing machine would react even a little.
The effect was way stronger than I'd imagined.
At my yell, the fierce, guarded look on her face softened—just a tiny bit, somehow.
She scanned me up and down again.
This time, it wasn't the gaze for a 'bug', but something more complex—like observing some unidentified thing hanging around Haneul's mom.
She crossed her arms and jerked her chin.
"So, what'd you come crawlin' to me for? Look at that pretty-boy face and getup—you some South Korean hustler punk?"
"First off, not a host club guy. I run a small investment firm called Blue Sky Investments."
I bristled at her rude assessment and tried to sound as professional as possible.
At my answer, she snorted.
"Money shark, huh. Haneul's mom must've snagged herself a decent catch with that pretty mug."
She stepped closer, staring straight into my eyes.
That gaze dissected me relentlessly, like it was peeling back everything.
"So, you slimed your way here to dig into old dirt on that comrade?"
"Ahaha, no, not that... Uh... um... Actually, I wanted to make a scouting offer."
At my lame excuse, one of her eyebrows arched mockingly.
"Scouting?"
She raked me from head to toe again with a contemptuous stare.
"Stock trading not cuttin' it, so now you're divin' into the girl trade?"
Instead of answering her sneering question, I desperately tried to shift the situation.
"...No, of course not... Uh, can I... stand up first?"
Kneeling there, begging permission like a pathetic loser.
She looked down at me coolly and said,
"I never told you to kneel."
Her words made blood rush to my face.
Fucking embarrassing—I scratched the back of my head awkwardly and stood up.
Then, avoiding the sticky floor, I plopped my ass on the worn-out sofa and finally spilled the real reason I'd come here today.
"Right now... the situation is... I touched a stock with 'manipulation crews' involved while investing, and looks like they've got me marked. I need a bodyguard."
At my explanation, she showed genuine confusion for the first time. Like she didn't even know what 'manipulation crews' meant.
"Manipulation? You South Korean money sharks shootin' at each other?"
Her innocent question left me speechless for a moment.
Ah, this woman knows nothing about this world.
I started explaining in the simplest way possible, so she'd get it.
"No guns. It's war with money, literally. They pump the stock with fake info, suck in the suckers, dump their shares, and cash out. And behind that money, usually... lowlifes who use their fists, the kind you'd know better than anyone."
She seemed to mull it over.
Arms crossed, she looked down at me on the sofa and summed it up.
"Hm, so you're scared those punks might mess with you, and you came to me?"
"Yes, exactly."
Finally, we're communicating.
I nodded eagerly, thrilled.
But contrary to my expectations, she hit me with the most obvious, fundamental question.
"Just go to the cops."
"......."
That one line shut me up again.
The cops?
Her suggestion was perfectly logical, the textbook answer.
I'm not breaking any laws with my investing, and the ones threatening me are straight-up criminals.
Reporting it makes sense.
But I can't.
Will 'public authority' even work against these 'manipulation crews' that might have Financial Supervisory Service insiders?
Even if it does now, what about later?
What if a bigger force shows up?
What I'm doing isn't just making money.
Little by little.
Buying up shares in Korea's top conglomerates, taking over the system itself.
Right now, it's small potatoes not worth the real owners' attention—the chaebols who run this country.
But later?
The moment my 'operation' pisses them off, a real 'war' will start, nothing like today's punks.
To prepare for that war, I need to stay in the shadows, not the light.
The cops are too bright.
I gave her a wry smile and looked at her.
"The cops... can't solve this."
At my answer, her eyes narrowed.
A problem even public authority can't touch.
She sized up the weight of my words, staring at me.
"Hm, you play big money games, huh?"
"Eh, still small-time."
I shrugged nonchalantly.
Her expression unreadable—believing me or not—she stabbed right at the core again.
"So why me, specifically?"
Her gaze flicked briefly over my designer suit.
"That getup says you handle plenty of cash... In the South, money summons ghosts, don't it?"
Her point was valid.
For the first time, I smiled bitterly at her words.
"Yeah, fair enough."
I stubbed my cigarette in the ashtray and met her eyes directly.
Shedding all my earlier clumsiness, I spoke with my truest voice.
"The problem is... no matter how much money you throw at it, no one takes a knife for you."
At my final words, her ever-stoic brow twitched ever so slightly.
She stared at me, as if piercing through.
And finally, nailed the heart of my intent.
"You're lookin' for someone desperate?"
Her voice held no contempt or blame—just dry understanding.
"Yes, exactly."
I stopped hiding and faced her head-on.
"Someone so desperate they wouldn't dream of stabbing me in the back. Ideally... someone who can fight like hell too."
At my blunt answer, she let out a scoffing chuckle for the first time—a deflating sound.
It wasn't amusement.
"Honest one, ain't ya."
What... I hadn't planned to lay all my cards out like this from the start.
But my Post-Nut Clarity was rallying every shred of my reason.
Telling me this woman was the 'unicorn' I'd been hunting.
No more testing or bullshit.
I had to make her mine.
"So, manager, what's your price?"
At my question, her expression cracked for the first time.
Absurdity and disbelief flashed across that emotionless face.
She let out a deep sigh, incredulous.
"Ha...... You tryin' to haggle with me now?"
"Yes."
My short, firm reply froze the room's air.
Only the karaoke machine's flashy standby screen pierced the deadly silence between us.
After staring at me for a long while, Lee Soo-hee finally gave a small nod.
She accepted the premise of my offer—the start of negotiations.
"Fine. How much you offerin'?"
She tossed the ball back. I smirked and tapped the ashtray with my finger.
"I asked first."
"I ain't been in the South long,"
She didn't budge an inch, piercing me with those cold eyes.
"But I ain't dumb enough to show my hand first."
That moment, I was impressed.
She knew her worth, read the flow of the game.
Not just a blade-for-hire—a negotiator too.
I burst out laughing. All the earlier fear and anxiety? Gone.
This woman—I like her.
I straightened up from the sofa, smile fading, and looked at her seriously, like an appraiser eyeing a rare gem.
"Heard you're ex-military."
"......."
"Not regular army, I bet... Care to share?"
She didn't answer my question.
Just stared.
The instant I opened my mouth to say more—
She vanished from my sight.
"....!?"
The woman who'd been on the opposite sofa evaporated.
I panicked, trying to look around.
But I couldn't.
Something ice-cold and sharp pressed against my nape.
"......"
When, how did she get behind me? Sweat beading, I barely turned to check her hand.
She held a single chopstick from the table.
Its pointed metal tip aimed precisely at my carotid.
She whispered in my ear, voice chillingly cold.
"More questions?"
".....For starters, 100 million won salary. And I wanna hear why you defected."
At my offer, the chopstick in her hand hesitated—just a fraction.
She slowly straightened from leaning over me.
But didn't pull it away.
Like chatting about the weather, she flatly recounted her past.
"I like women."
"......"
"My lover got gang-raped. I tracked 'em down, ripped every last cockhead off... One was a party cadre's kid."
She recited the horror like a grocery list.
Listening, I marveled inwardly.
'Perfect.'
Sexual orientation, vengeance, loyalty, overwhelming combat prowess—even legs burned beyond return, utter desperation.
She checked every box for the 'loyal hound' I sought—and more.
No hesitation—I revalued her instantly.
"200 million won. Did your lover escape with you?"
At my question, her blank eyes shook hard for the first time.
Shocked that after her grim confession, I responded not with pity or fear, but instant 'business'.
Her shaken eyes chilled again.
She withdrew the chopstick and looked down at me lounging on the sofa, laying her final card.
"Yeah. Trauma fucked her head up bad."
Her voice stayed flat, but deep pain laced it.
"Took a bullet to the thigh crossing the Yalu—didn't treat it right, lower body paralyzed now. She's in a nursing home."
Her confession ended—I fired back a new price immediately.
"400 million won."
I stood, bending to meet her eyes.
Gently gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to mine, and asked the final question.
"For your lover... how far would you go?"
Under my relentless stare and words, her lips parted faintly at last.
"......Anything."
That one word.
The only answer I wanted. I smiled—satisfied, utterly cruel.
"1 billion won. Plus extras."
I slapped a price tag on her soul.
And commanded the first fulfillment of the contract with a short, humiliating word.
"Suck."
Right there, I unzipped and pulled out my cock.
She stared at me motionless for a moment.
I couldn't read what flickered in those empty eyes.
She simply parted her lips slowly and took my cock in her mouth.
It wasn't laced with lust.
It was her casting off all pride, submitting to the 'master' solely for her lover—the loyal hound's first oath.
Looking down at her crown, I murmured low.
"Whew, said you like women... but damn, you suck cock good? But... how do you trust me?"
Her motion stopped at my question.
She released my cock with a wet schlurp... ha... sound.
Then looked up. No humiliation in those eyes—just cold reason.
"I don't."
"......"
"If you're lyin'... I'll rip your balls off then. That'll cool my rage, no?"
She explained her 'collateral' oh-so-calmly.
"And likin' women don't mean... I hate men's cocks."
With that, she took my cock back in like nothing happened.
A chill ran up my spine—I swallowed dryly without thinking.
Fuck...
I really like this bitch.