Chapter 121
Chapter 121
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Is This a Sparring Match, or Sexual Harassment?
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'Number 5' erased all the rage and hatred from her eyes.
With empty eyes, like a doll that had sold its soul, she slowly crawled toward me.
A short wolf cut, the cold gaze of a tough woman.
But right now, there was no hint of defiance in her.
Without any technique or emotion, she simply took my cock—which still hadn't gone soft—into her mouth.
It wasn't an act for pleasure. It was a ritual of complete defeat and submission.
I looked down at the sight, kneading Choi Yang's ass—which stood like a statue beside me—like it was on display, and smirked.
"You know that Lee Soo-hee who just smashed your face with her pussy a minute ago? Her annual salary's 1 billion won, and her performance bonus is unlimited."
"......"
"How's that? Doesn't it make you fucking motivated?"
At my words, Number 5's defiant face cracked ever so slightly.
She glanced back and forth between me and Lee Soo-hee.
Her eyes burned with envy, jealousy, and a chilling ambition that said, I can do that too.
It was the moment when a woman's gaze—one that could knock a 'skinny twig' like me down with a single high kick—turned compliant before money.
As I savored that change with delight, I caught a new movement out of the corner of my eye.
Lee Soo-hee was slowly stripping off her clothes, becoming fully naked.
Her muscular build and scars gleamed even more intimidatingly under the dojo's fluorescent lights.
"......Lee Soo-hee, what the hell are you doing?"
"Ah, just let it slide this once. These past few days, I've only been dealing with Comrade President's cockhead... I'm in a state of pent-up frustration."
She confessed her sexual frustration with utter nonchalance.
My dick deals zero damage.
I shook my head in disbelief at the sight of my personal cock warmer and bodyguard trying to relieve her urges on this opportunity.
Finally, I turned my gaze to the sales director lady watching all this.
Unlike at the start, her face showed no disgust or anger.
Just deep resignation, as if she'd given up on everything.
"Hmm... Director, does this kind of thing... happen often? Just wondering?"
"......This level of debauchery is a first... but, well, call it the 'dark side' of this industry."
Aah......
I chuckled inwardly at her response.
Fucking hell, there are tons of 'presidents' out there banging their bodyguards...
No wonder she came to a bodyguard final interview slathered in BB cream...
The 'dark side of the industry' the sales director mentioned.
They'd implicitly known that these 'tests' might involve more than just physical sparring.
Realizing that made everything feel fucking easy. With a relaxed mind, I took in the next match.
The rules of this world weren't much different from what I'd imagined.
This opponent was 'Number 4'.
She looked a bit older than Number 5, who was sucking my dick with zero enthusiasm.
By age? Or seniority?
As those trivial thoughts crossed my mind, Lee Soo-hee and Number 4 clashed on the mat.
Having seen Number 5's pathetic defeat, Number 4 cautiously measured the distance and unleashed a sharp low kick.
But Lee Soo-hee neither dodged nor blocked it.
She just took the kick on her shin, sneering at Number 4 as if to say, That much? Not even close.
Flustered, Number 4 followed up with punches and kicks, but Lee Soo-hee deflected them all with minimal movement, like she was dancing.
Not a single attack from Number 4 even grazed Lee Soo-hee; they all sliced through empty air.
Lee Soo-hee toyed with her opponent for a good while.
She lightly caught Number 4's fist in her palm, twisted the arm until a scream was about to erupt, then released it just in time.
She sneaked silently behind the staggering, exhausted Number 4, wrapped an arm around her neck in a mock choke, then let go again.
It wasn't a 'spar'.
It was like a beast's cruel game: toying with prey without killing it right away, tightening and loosening the noose to savor ultimate terror.
Finally, Number 4's fighting spirit broke completely.
She stopped attacking altogether, backing away with terrified eyes fixed on Lee Soo-hee.
Lee Soo-hee approached her slowly.
Instead of a finishing blow, she whispered something softly into Number 4's ear.
The moment the whisper ended, Number 4 let out a sudden "Hic!" and collapsed onto the mat, clutching her face with both hands as she burst into tears.
Lee Soo-hee just looked down at her with emotionless eyes.
Lee Soo-hee gazed down at Number 4—crumpled on the floor sobbing—like she was a roadside pebble, and reported to me indifferently.
"This bitch is useless."
I didn't object to her assessment for even a second.
If Lee Soo-hee deemed her 'useless,' that was just fact.
"Choi Yang."
"Yes, President."
"Wire 5 million in sparring fee to that woman's account right now."
And with that, Number 4's fate was sealed.
I turned my gaze to the sales director lady, who had gone pale watching all this.
And threw her an irresistible new offer.
"No contract for her. Find someone else with actual skills."
I paused, then locked eyes with her and whispered quietly.
"Hmm... Director, you need some motivation too... Here's the deal. For every remaining candidate who passes Lee Soo-hee's test, I'll wire 30 million won each... straight to your personal account."
At my words, the sales director's eyes glittered with greed.
She seemed to have forgotten even the bare minimum moral qualms about selling out her own staff.
With total resignation to the situation, she just asked me.
"......You solve everything with money?"
"Easiest way."
"Well, yeah, it is."
A woman in her 40s.
She knew better than anyone that in Korea, nothing beats 'money' as a means to an end. She nodded all too easily.
I ended the conversation with her and nodded at the remaining three bodyguards still standing outside the mat.
"Next."
The first to step up was 'Number 1,' who seemed to be the team leader.
Early 30s, no flashy muscles, but a long, solid body without an ounce of flab.
She handed her suit jacket to the sales director.
Then carefully removed her thin gold-rimmed glasses from her nose and handed those over too.
Without the glasses, her face had a sharp, intellectual edge.
Her eyes didn't hold the anger or fighting spirit of the others. Instead, they gleamed with cold analysis, ready to dissect the opponent before her.
She stepped onto the mat and assumed a stance toward Lee Soo-hee.
Light bouncing steps, high guard protecting her face, hips slightly twisted for a powerful kick at any moment.
Classic kickboxing stance.
Only then did I straighten up from leaning back in my chair.
Finally, a real 'fighter' had taken the stage. With keen interest, I said to her.
"Oh?! Muay Thai?"
Number 1 briefly dropped her stance at my words and turned not to Lee Soo-hee, but to me—the true 'owner' of this show.
And she started actively 'selling' herself.
"Eastern kickboxing champion."
She stated her shining credential in a confident voice.
"And..."
Trailing off, Number 1 looked at me with eyes like she'd steeled her resolve.
Without hesitation, she began unbuttoning her blouse.
Suit jacket, then blouse, then slacks.
Soon, she stood there in just skin-tight sports panties, baring it all.
A firmly toned body, meticulously maintained regardless of age.
She gave her breasts a little jiggle to show it off and continued.
"I'm good at sex too."
Wow... fucking bold bitch.
Face says mid-30s... age is a bit iffy, but that confidence? I like it.
Her technique that she dares claim is 'good'—I'm dying to find out.
Leaning back in my chair, I scanned her leisurely and murmured.
"Tch... Yeah? Then why haven't you taken off your panties?"
"........."
For the first time, her bold expression flushed with embarrassment and humiliation.
She'd gone all-in betting everything she had, but I wasn't satisfied with her stake and was demanding more.
Savoring her wavering eyes, I leaned back and whispered softly.
"You know what 'pussy price' means...? It's whatever the boss feels like paying."
It was a polite threat: refuse, and you lose everything.
A woman in her 30s with office experience understood immediately.
Number 1's hesitation was brief.
She squeezed her eyes shut and open, as if abandoning all pride.
Then, with trembling hands, she gripped the waistband of her last shred of dignity—her sports panties—and slowly pulled them down.
Now, she stood completely naked before me, without a thread.
Confirming her perfect submission, I tossed out a new rule for her future indifferently.
"Too much bush. Start waxing regularly once you start working."
"......Yes."
Her reply was barely audible.
"Alright, test start!"
I'd already decided to hire her as my 'property,' but I wasn't about to skip this fun 'doggy show.'
I clapped my hands satisfyingly—clap!
On that signal, the naked Number 1 and the motionless Lee Soo-hee both assumed fighting stances simultaneously.
I settled in comfortably to watch the female beasts' performance from here on out.
The now-naked Number 1 rushed Lee Soo-hee first, channeling her shame into fighting spirit as she took her stance.
"Hah!"
With a kiai, a champion-worthy heavy low kick sliced through the air toward Lee Soo-hee's thigh.
But Lee Soo-hee blocked it effortlessly with her shin.
A dull thud.
Number 1's powerful kick inflicted zero damage, like kicking steel.
If anything, Number 1 lost her balance.
Lee Soo-hee seized the instant, hooked her leg to trip her, mounted on top, and pinned her perfectly.
All in just 3 seconds.
Lee Soo-hee turned her head toward me while pressing down on the struggling Number 1 beneath her.
Her eyes gleamed with the hunger of a beast, just like when she'd pounced on Number 5.
"Comrade President, can I... have a little fun?"
I smirked and shook my head at her question.
"Me first."
I wasn't about to let someone else taste this top-tier 'product' before I'd even sampled it myself.
"Hold off for now."
"......Got it."
A flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes at my words.
To soothe her, I said generously.
"Don't pout. Once the rest of the tests are done, she's all yours."