Chapter 130
Chapter 130
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 130
Chapter Title: Important Things
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Just before the shutter announcing the end of business at the district office came down, Han Yura finally arrived.
She looked back and forth between me and Chaewon with eyes that screamed how ridiculous the whole situation was.
Then, letting out a hollow laugh like she couldn't believe it, she glared at me.
"Well, aren't you just living the dream?"
That gaze, dripping with sarcasm, was unmistakably aimed at me.
"Jealous?"
"Yeah."
She admitted it so bluntly, without a shred of hesitation.
I leaned in toward her like a devil whispering temptation, tossing out a sweet offer.
"Then stop taking your birth control starting today."
"...You really mean that?"
For a split second, her eyes wavered with genuine hope.
But I crushed it immediately.
"Don't say shit you don't mean."
I knew her inside and out.
Yoon Chaewon and Han Yura were worlds apart.
Chaewon found her happiness in our 'family' bond itself.
But for Han Yura, it was always money and success first—before anything like fulfillment as a woman.
Irritated that she'd even wavered for a moment, she shook her head vigorously.
Then, wiping all emotion from her face, she tossed a casual congratulations at Chaewon.
"Anyway, congrats."
"Thanks."
And just like that, my 'queen of the inner chambers' and the 'empress of the outside world' formed a strange alliance—or maybe a truce.
Ignoring the district office worker's dry congratulations, we stepped out into the street.
Chaewon, now legally my wife, headed to the car first under Escort No. 2's protection, wearing a complex smile that mixed overwhelming joy with a deliberate effort to hold it in—like she owned the world.
I watched her go for a moment, then sat side by side with Yura on a rickety bench in the smoking area next to the building.
Click-
As if on cue, we both flicked our lighters.
Without a word, we stared at each other and took deep drags.
All that floated awkwardly between Yura and me was cigarette smoke, rising and dissipating.
I snuck a sidelong glance at Han Yura sitting beside me.
She was dressed in a flawless black suit that hugged her perfect silhouette without a single wrinkle.
Even in the heavy afternoon air, her sharp jawline and intelligent gaze screamed 'Vice President Han Yura' louder than any business card ever could.
The 'cat' that had been hissing over getting skipped in line,
Over my indifference,
Was nowhere to be seen.
Sitting next to me now was my one and only 'business partner'—someone I could trust, yet couldn't fully trust, who had been there from the very start.
After a long silence, she spoke first, staring straight ahead.
"So, what's the plan from here?"
Her voice was pure CFO—stripped of every personal feeling from moments ago.
"End it here? Or... keep going?"
Her businesslike question cut through the cigarette smoke and hit me square.
I chuckled at it.
"If we end it here, feels like 'some Han chick' might come at me with a knife... right?"
I met her quiet gaze and teased.
"Even if you can't have the cake, you still want a bite."
Her eyes lit up at my answer.
As if she'd been waiting, she took a deep drag and got to the point.
"Then we go on the offensive."
She looked at me.
"Blue Sky Games—we need to scale it up. Pump more investment in."
"Oh? How much?"
"Enough to match a Triple-A game's production budget."
Her bold pitch made me play the realistic CFO this time.
"...Isn't that too aggressive? Our game doesn't have IP on that level."
As I voiced my doubts, I recalled why I'd greenlit this project in the first place.
It wasn't the money.
Fame.
Solid gameplay that was sure to succeed on some level.
The underdog success story of an indie game no one noticed.
And planting my name—'genius investor Kim Cheolsu'—right at the center of that legend.
That was it. My one true goal.
Remembering that distant first ambition, I eyed the partner sitting before me, brimming with her own drive.
A Triple-A investment?
Not worth that much.
At my skepticism, Yura took a deep drag.
Then, exhaling slowly like she'd been waiting for this exact moment, she laid out her real plan with unshakable confidence.
"IP's weak, so we rebuild the board."
Her eyes flashed with ambition.
"Keep the 'skeleton' from those three—the core fun factor intact... but characters, story, world-building, art style. Overhaul it all."
Her audacious, massive plan left me speechless for a beat.
Then I pointed out the biggest issue.
"...You think those fuckers will go for that? You know better than anyone—they're nerds overflowing with fanboy vibes who don't listen for shit."
For the first time, she flashed that arrogant teacher-knows-best smile at me.
"They're idiots, sure—but they're 'men'."
"Hm?"
"Those trainee girls from StarMaker you acquired because you wanted to fuck some aspiring idols, then ditched."
She dug up one of my forgotten 'trash' moves.
"Those pretty young things. I assigned them to the nerds as 'research assistants' for the dev team."
"You... you're not messing with shares too, are you?"
She nodded like it was the most obvious thing.
"Yeah. But I'm not touching the investment funds."
She took another deep drag, exhaled, and continued.
"Young, hot girls calling them 'oppa, oppa', playing cute to get them to buy bags... What chance do these virgins who can't even date have? They'll sell off shares bit by bit just to get laid."
"Damn, that's brutally simple..."
I couldn't help but admire her cruel, flawless logic.
"So, how much you got so far?"
"2% now."
"Slow going?"
She dragged deep again at my jab.
Then looked at me like I was an idiot who still didn't get it.
"Gotta nibble slow so it doesn't show—keep those morons finishing the game."
"......."
"Before launch, I'll have over 30%."
Her eyes burned with ambition.
In that moment, I fully grasped her true plan—the grand picture.
She wasn't just aiming to make this project succeed. She planned to take complete control of Blue Sky Games itself.
I looked at the 'bitch' beside me with fresh eyes once more.
Her bottomless ambition was turning me on like crazy for some reason.
"Whew... you fucking slut, you're making me hard."
Fresh off becoming a legal married man, I casually threw out the next proposition.
"Heading to a hotel with Chaewon to fuck... wanna join?"
"Cheating on your wedding night? Total asshole."
"Early pregnancy means no sex, so what am I supposed to do?"
"...That's your excuse?"
"Yup."
At my childish reply, Yura sighed deeply, smoke trailing out with it.
"Fuck... Busy today, but weekend. Pound me senseless then."
"Thought you were done for the day?"
"Gotta hit Silla Biotech. Shit, you just start shit and ignore it, huh?"
"You've got a competent VP and secretary. Doesn't matter—I'm shit at operations anyway."
"Just flip on post-nut clarity and handle it."
"Even then, I'd fuck it up eventually."
She dropped the topic at that.
Instead, she brought up a bigger headache.
"Sigh... Fuck, more importantly, what about Dr. Kim Seulgi? She's been moping like she's got depression since you ghosted her."
"Mm... Soon. I'll decide if I turn her into a fucktoy or a partner."
"Whatever, just do it quick."
"Got it."
I ended our brief 'meeting' and stubbed out my cigarette.
Our talks always went like this.
Without another word, Yura turned toward her parked car.
I swung my palm at the firm ass peeking from under her suit skirt—hard enough for a satisfying smack.
Smack-!
"Ah!"
She whipped around with a short yelp and glared, but I just shrugged.
Yura flipped me the bird lightly and headed to her car.
I watched, grinning in satisfaction.
Then I walked to the car where my 'real' wife waited.
Opening the back door, there was Chaewon—sitting peacefully, blissfully unaware of all the cutthroat talk from moments ago.
I gently stroked her thigh as she sat beside me, face lit up like she owned the world, mindlessly adding 'baby shoe' pics to her shopping cart.
Glancing at No. 2 in the driver's seat via the rearview—like a doll—I murmured low.
"Any hotel."
I paused, then added for confirmation.
"Oh, and... you got that bald pussy waxed, right?"
She met my eyes in the mirror.
Hers held zero emotion.
"Yes, sir. I got waxed."
Reporting her body status like the perfect subordinate.
"Good. Let's go."
With a low vroom-, the car pulled away smoothly.
Right then, Chaewon shoved her phone screen in my face, beaming like a kid.
"What about these? Aren't they super cute?"
On the screen: tiny, adorable baby shoes no bigger than a finger joint.