Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Alpha Girl, Lee Soohee
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A few days passed.
The afternoon living room, which should have been peaceful, was no different from a war zone.
"Brat! You little shit, put that down! Fuck, those are two-million-won slippers!"
Thanks to Haneul throwing a tantrum while rolling around on the floor pretending to clean, our house had gained a new mongrel pup named Brat.
And that damn mutt had chewed up my designer loafers on its very first day, and now it was racing around the living room with my brand-new slippers clamped in its jaws.
That fucking beast wouldn't listen no matter how loud I yelled—it just ignored me and gleefully shredded the slippers.
That was when it happened.
*Ding-dong-*
The entire racket of furious barking and my stream of curses filling the living room came to an abrupt halt, as if by magic, at the sound of that single sharp doorbell.
Chaewon opened the door, and there she stood.
Lee Soohee.
She stood there expressionless, with just a battered suitcase at her side.
The instant she took a single step inside, Brat—who'd been going berserk just moments before—let out a pathetic yelp and froze on the spot.
It tucked its tail between its legs and backed away slowly.
Lee Soohee didn't spare the dog so much as a glance.
She simply swept her eyes over the living room scene, the people in it—me, Chaewon, and Han Yura glaring at her with wary eyes.
But that was enough.
In front of this woman who hadn't made a single threatening move, Brat threw itself flat on the floor and exposed its white underbelly completely.
A perfect display of submission and surrender.
I could only gape at the overwhelming spectacle in stunned silence.
Chaewon greeted her with an awkward smile, while Han Yura began dissecting her with a razor-sharp gaze.
And I...
'Fuck...'
The bitch had claimed my entire house the moment she walked in.
I'm the owner here. I'm the king.
Even the damn dog had blown me off and submitted to her.
The hierarchy of this house had been flipped upside down by her mere arrival.
I couldn't stand it.
I rose slowly from the sofa.
I could feel Chaewon and Yura's gazes tense with apprehension at my movement.
I didn't give the groveling Brat a second look as I approached her from behind.
Lee Soohee, radiating alpha pheromones from every inch of her body.
I swung my palm at that firm-looking ass without a second thought.
*Smack-!*
A huge, piercing sound—like flesh ripping—echoed through the entire living room.
In that instant, every sound in the room stopped dead once more.
Chaewon and Yura's shocked faces and Brat's faint whimpers from the floor were all that filled the silence.
Lee Soohee turned her head to look at me, agonizingly slowly, like a creaking wooden doll.
Her vacant eyes held a cold, pure killing intent so otherworldly it was hard to believe.
Every cell in my body screamed under that intent, but I shoved down the fear and bore down on her with the haughty voice of the master.
"What're you glaring at? You onahole."
"......."
"Gonna loosen up those eyes or not? Don't wanna make money?"
At my final threat, the killing intent in her eyes seemed to fade—just a little.
But she never broke eye contact.
Staring me down, she spoke in a low voice chillier than any threat.
"Comrade Boss, never lay a hand on me again."
It wasn't a complaint or defiance.
'This is the line I allow you.'
She was drawing a clear line for me.
A quiet warning: cross it, and our contract is void. I'd become her enemy.
I got the message and swallowed hard.
I had no answer for her final question.
All that swirled in my head was how absurd this was.
Maybe she read it on my face.
Lee Soohee added softly, in a voice that sent chills down my spine.
"It doesn't hurt or piss me off when Comrade Boss hits me."
"......."
"It's just instinct. When attacked, I strike back."
She stated it plainly, like explaining that one plus one equals two.
"If instinct beats reason and I snap Comrade Boss's neck... wouldn't that put us both in a real bind?"
Right then, it hit me.
Her warning wasn't about guarding her feelings or pride.
On the contrary, it was a bare-minimum safety measure—my life as collateral—to protect herself from a master who might lose his shit.
I swallowed again and nodded, very slowly.
A silent agreement to her life-or-death contract term.
The tense air in the living room eased—just a fraction.
Even amid the horrific tension, I forced the master's mask back on.
"Follow me."
I jerked my chin at the door and said curtly.
"Your room's this way."
I turned and headed for the stairs to the second floor.
I felt her trailing me silently from behind.
Step by step. No presence, but her sheer existence chilled my spine.
'If instinct surges before reason and I snap Comrade Boss's neck, wouldn't we both be in a real bind?'
Her words kept looping in my head.
Fuck, mess with her wrong and I'm really done for.
I opened the door to the best room on the second floor—the one I'd left empty since bunking with Chaewon.
Pulling off nonchalance as best I could, like the lord of the manor, I granted her the room.
"You'll use this one."
Lee Soohee didn't even glance at the lavish furniture or the plush bed.
She just scanned out the window once, then the hallway layout once.
Then she made a low, enigmatic sound.
"Hmm..."
"What? Something not to your liking?"
She shook her head at my irritated question.
"No, the room's fine. It's just... Comrade Boss lives on the first floor with Haneul, the dam, right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Then I'll stay on the first floor too."
"The leftover rooms down there are way smaller than this."
She gave the most obvious reason, her voice laced with ironclad professional duty.
"If I'm upstairs, I can't respond promptly in an emergency."
"......."
Her airtight logic left me speechless again.
But this time it didn't grate. I was impressed by her pro vibe.
"Whoa! You're solid as hell, huh?"
Grinning in satisfaction, I passed on some extra info.
"Oh, and guys from the private security firm are coming tomorrow. Heads-up."
Her eyebrow twitched slightly at that.
"Hmm, more guards?"
"Yeah. You're my personal close-protection detail. The final shield, glued to my side 24/7."
I stared her down, defining her role crystal clear.
"The others? Just insurance against any threats around me."
She gave a short nod, like she'd gotten the full picture.
"Understood."
Her flawless reasoning had me nodding right back, pleased.
She wasn't just muscle anymore—she was part of my plan.
Feeling like the rightful owner of this prime weapon, I opened the floodgates.
"Good. Hit me up anytime you need something."
She paused like she was thinking, then dropped it casually.
"Any chance you can get me some weapons... guns, maybe?"
"......."
Ugh... fuck? Isn't that jumping the line way too far?
Caught off guard, I stammered.
"Look, guns are overkill, right? This ain't America. The assholes we're up against? Probably just tattooed pigs at worst."
She gave me a look—like I was pathetic, or a kid.
"Comrade Boss... you're more naive than you seem."
"......Me? What kinda bullshit is that?"
"South Korea's got strong law enforcement and it's a nice place to live, sure."
Gazing at the peaceful view outside, she continued softly.
"But it's also way more dangerous than it looks—right here in South Korea."
I had nothing to say to that.
"Well, ex-special forces types can handle perimeter security fine."
She acknowledged the incoming guards' chops, but said that missed the point.
"But from what I heard, what Comrade Boss is up to is like—in North Korean terms—smashing the gameboard set by Labor Party bigwigs, the chaebols, and crowning yourself a new king. Right?"
"Uh, yeah. It'll take time... but that's the endgame."
Her eyes gleamed with unprecedented seriousness—and danger.
She looked at me not as some Comrade Boss, but a fellow revolutionary comrade, and dropped her final warning.
"You're in the middle of a coup, Comrade."
"......."
"A coup? Fail it, and you die."
I snorted at the over-the-top analogy.
"Coup? You're talking outta your ass 'cause you don't get it—the South's got rules, common sense. Play inside the law, you might get fucked over... but you won't die. Anyway, no guns."
I drew the line hard.
Anything beyond was out of my league.
She let out a long, heavy sigh.
It carried pity for my innocence—and deep disillusionment with the world.
"Huu... Comrade Boss."
"What."
Staring at the serene scenery outside with empty eyes, she said.
"Wherever people live, it's all the same."
Her last words rang like a brutal truth, gutting all my counterarguments.
I had nothing left to say.
A faint, inexplicable anxiety began to creep in.
To shake it off, I went primal.
I slammed Lee Soohee's body against the wall.
Yanked her track pants and panties down in one rough pull.
Thrust between those firm ass cheeks without pause and pistoned my hips like a madman.
This was my way.
My dominance.
My power—etched into her flesh.
As I bucked wildly, a low chuckle came from her, facing away.
"Puhuhut."
She whispered in my ear, voice slicing through everything.
"Comrade Boss... you're scared right now, aren't you?"
"......Shut it."
My snarl dissolved, powerless against her mockery.