Chapter 123
Chapter 123
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: Preparation Complete
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Preparation complete.
Anal sex with Chaewon after so long.
After pouring everything out, I caught my breath for a moment on top of her back.
The clear mind of Post-Nut Clarity arrived right on cue, making the whole world sharpen into crystal focus.
I slid off her back and rolled over to lie on my side.
Then I gazed at Chaewon, lying next to me.
Han Yura went wild when I fucked her ass, even clenching her pussy tight around me in response.
But Chaewon was different.
Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, her brows furrowed deep.
On the sheets, her white hands gripped the blanket like she was about to rip it to shreds.
Her body wasn't limp with the afterglow of pleasure—it was rigid as rock, tensed up from enduring that unpleasant, alien sensation.
To her, her ass wasn't a gateway to pleasure. It was just a space for "service" and "endurance," meant only for me.
A long while later, she finally released all the tension with a deep "...whew."
Still wincing at the lingering discomfort in her ass, she mumbled from behind me in a muffled voice.
"I thought... you'd be out 'playing' and come back late today... but you got back early?"
"Ah, I startled Lee Soo-hee and tossed those bitches her way."
I answered nonchalantly.
At my words, Chaewon tilted her head.
"Hmm... You don't usually like stuff like that, do you?"
Her question cut sharp.
She knew my possessiveness better than anyone, so only she could ask it.
"...Well, yeah, you're right..."
Yeah, Chaewon had a point.
The old 'idiot Kim Cheolsu' would've been blinded by jealousy and never done something like that.
But 'Wise Man Kim Cheolsu' was different.
Suddenly, a scene from Romance of the Three Kingdoms flashed in my mind.
The tyrant Dong Zhuo, who commanded the realm, and his human weapon below him, Lü Bu.
Dong Zhuo went blind over one woman, Diaochan, and provoked the jealousy of his strongest weapon, Lü Bu.
He tried to buy Lü Bu's favor with the Red Hare, but kept the 'bitch' he really wanted all to himself.
The result? Betrayal and death.
I wasn't Dong Zhuo.
Lee Soo-hee was my 'Lü Bu'.
The strongest, most dangerous weapon I had—one that required careful management of its loyalty, more potent than any card in my hand.
Choi Yang and the other bodyguards were my 'Diaochan'—bait to excite and enrage the beast that was Lee Soo-hee.
I wouldn't be stupid like Dong Zhuo, hoarding the bait all for myself.
You have to toss the hungriest beast its tastiest meal now and then.
Stuff it till it's bursting, so it never even thinks of biting its master.
With all those calculations wrapped up, I flashed a meaningful smile at Chaewon, who was still eyeing me curiously.
"I'm not as dumb as Dong Zhuo."
Chaewon tilted her head at my out-of-nowhere mention of 'Dong Zhuo'.
"Dong Zhuo...? What're you talking about all of a sudden?"
I gently stroked her hair and spoke in a tender voice.
"It's a thing. Don't worry about it."
I planted a light kiss on her forehead.
"You just... get pregnant with a son who takes after me, quick."
"...Yeah."
Chaewon snuggled deeper into my arms, her face lighting up with the happiest smile in the world, utterly content.
I held her close and sank back into thought.
Lee Soo-hee's lover was stashed away as a 'hostage' in the top-tier nursing home.
The surest chain to keep her from slipping away from me.
But Post-Nut Clarity's cold logic warned that it wasn't enough.
She was too strong, too dangerous a beast for me to control alone.
I'd put a 'leash' on the 'beast'—but that wasn't sufficient.
Someone else had to hold that leash 24/7, not me.
So who would handle that 'leash'?
Chaewon, the core of my cherished 'family' project, was obviously off-limits.
Han Yura, the 'cat' who perfectly matched my tastes and was such a thrill to tame? She was too precious a toy for me to enjoy personally.
That left just one card.
The moment I'd assigned her four bodyguards and Choi Yang to Lee Soo-hee.
It wasn't some impulsive toss of scraps to a starving beast.
Choi Yang—my 'tool' who wore that bored-with-the-world expression but executed any insane task I gave her to perfection.
As my thoughts wandered, a light 'knock knock' sounded.
"Come in."
Choi Yang stepped through the door.
As always, with that signature gaze that screamed indifference to everything, she approached and bowed her head.
Her outfit was flawless, unchanged from before she headed out.
"I'm back. Lee Soo-hee has returned, and the rest of the bodyguards start tomorrow."
"Good. Got it."
While fondling Chaewon's sleeping breasts and leaning back against the headboard, I tossed out the most crucial question as casually as I could.
"...How was it with Lee Soo-hee?"
"She orgasmed."
Choi Yang replied in a flat, emotionless tone, like reporting the weather.
"Damn, she's good at it, huh?"
"Yes."
"Jealous?"
My final question.
The one that decided if my plan would succeed or fail.
For the first time, Choi Yang met my eyes straight on.
"You know I don't like women."
"......Yeah."
Her airtight response drew a wry smile from me before I knew it.
Unlike Chaewon and Yura—who not only had zero hang-ups about lesbian sex but actively craved and enjoyed each other—
Choi Yang was the type who only pretended to lick Chaewon or Yura's pussies when I ordered her to, grudgingly going through the motions.
Her obedience stemmed not from desire, but pure 'duty'.
Confirming that again diluted any displeasure from Lee Soo-hee messing with what was mine.
"Choi Yang."
I called her softly.
"Gently coax her till Lee Soo-hee... ends up rimming your ass like crazy."
"......."
"Succeed, and... I'll crank up your 'role' way more than now."
She went quiet at my absurd command.
She just stared at me with that same blank, world-weary face.
"Yes."
"Good. Now suck."
My habitual order signaling the end of the conversation.
Choi Yang obeyed without a second's hesitation.
Even before losing her virginity, she'd been my 'tissue'.
Cleaning up the traces of my lust with her body was her first assigned 'duty'.
With utterly familiar, mechanical motions, she climbed onto the bed and knelt before me.
She took my cock—still lukewarm from pounding Chaewon's insides moments ago—into her mouth.
Her tongue moved not for pleasure, but solely for 'cleaning'.
Like scrubbing dirty dishes, she meticulously licked away every trace of another woman from my shaft, leaving it spotless.
I gazed down at that perfect display of submission with utter indifference, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The next morning
My day kicked off with a new routine.
No intention of indulging or letting go in pleasure.
Just one goal.
Flip on Post-Nut Clarity in the shortest time, most efficiently.
And Lee Soo-hee's 'high-performance' pussy was the perfect 'ignition switch' for that.
"......"
Lee Soo-hee lay silently sprawled across my massive CEO desk.
Her fierce, beautiful face was mashed indifferently against the cold keyboard, imprinting random letters on her cheek.
From behind, without any foreplay or emotional exchange, I shoved in and pistoned my hips mechanically.
This wasn't sex.
Just pressing the power button to boot up my brain's supercomputer.
My eyes locked on her slim waist and the plump ass cheeks spreading invitingly below.
Each time my cock slid rhythmically in and out between her cheeks,
Her tightly clenched asshole below twitched and winked like it was spasming.
Squelch, squelch, slap, slap—
In the silent CEO office, only the raw sounds of flesh on flesh echoed in steady rhythm.
I watched it all without a flicker of sexual arousal, like an emotionless engineer observing a warmup process for my capabilities.
One goal: ejaculation.
Soon, hot pressure welled up deep in my gut.
I ramped up for the final sprint and unloaded everything into her deepest depths.
"Hng...!"
With a brief spasm, I came cleanly.
Before the afterglow even faded, Post-Nut Clarity hit right on schedule.
The world's colors and sounds sharpened tenfold in an instant.
I pulled out and stepped back.
Only then did Lee Soo-hee turn her head from the desk to look at me.
Her eyes held only a bored, indifferent glint—no emotion whatsoever.
My gaze drifted between her legs.
My thick white cum leaked from her pussy, trickling down her thigh to drip toward the floor.
Drip...
Drip...
It left tiny spots on the premium Italian marble floor.
I viewed the entire scene with detached, third-person detachment, then casually shoved aside her body—the one that had just taken my load—with the back of my hand.
A motion devoid of feeling, like clearing away a tool after use.
Then I sank into my chair and shifted my eyes to the freshly booted monitor.
My real 'work' was just beginning.
I wiped every physical sensation that had ruled my body moments ago from my mind.
No more pain, no more pleasure.
Only the cold, clear time of 'Wise Man Kim Cheolsu'.
Physical threats—the 'violence' I couldn't handle myself—were provisionally settled by recruiting Lee Soo-hee and contracting the bodyguard team.
Now for my specialty.
Leaning deep into the terrace chair, eyes closed, I began piecing together the 'Park Sojin' puzzle.
Investigator Park Sojin was a corrupt official in bed with an operational force.
First, grasp the duties of a 'Financial Supervisory Service investigator'.
They had 'eyes' to legally monitor every market transaction.
Who bought what, when, how much—they saw the flow of all data.
Simple ways for those 'eyes' to collude with a force:
Tip them off early if their 'operation' gets flagged in the FSS net.
Or leak rival force intel to their side, siccing them on the competition.
Worst case, use their authority to crush rivals outright under the guise of 'investigation'.
She wasn't a 'player' on this massive game board—she was the most vile 'cheater' wearing a 'referee's' jersey.
So how did a cheat like her track me down?
I reverse-engineered my trading patterns from her perspective.
1. Her colluding 'operational force' manipulates a specific stock's price.
2. In the process, some mystery account ghosts in at perfect timing, siphoning off bits of their profits before vanishing.
3. This repeats across charts of unrelated ops, always the same pattern.
4. The force reports this 'ghost' to their 'referee', Park Sojin.
5. Park Sojin uses FSS powers to trace the 'ghost account's' owner.
And finally uncovers Blue Sky Investment's CEO, Kim Cheolsu.
Realizing that far, irritation boiled up.
Her visit wasn't mere threat or warning.
'Who the hell are you? How do you ghost our ops and skim our cash? You with us... or a new enemy?'
It was an 'interview' to gauge the variable that was me.
"Ha, that fucking bitch... out of her mind?"
Daring to probe and test me? I pictured her arrogant face and fantasized how I'd crush her someday.
Turn her into Han Yura's dedicated 'tissue' for sure.
With that thought, I dove into seriously tracking Investigator Park Sojin and her operational force.
I fired up the monitor before me.
Pulled up lists of every 'op stock' where I'd profited over the past few months.
Post-Nut Clarity's supercomputer shifted from predicting the future to dissecting the past.
Hundreds of charts, thousands of trades.
Within them, I hunted one 'pattern'.
Accounts pumping the price right before I entered.
Accounts dumping everything right after I exited.
At the crossroads of all those trades, the invisible 'force's' outline began to emerge.
Tracking their traces, I grinned with vicious delight.
Yeah. The answer's always in the charts.