Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: That IM Motherfucker, and That Fucking Bitch
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After that bizarre "deal" with Lee Soohee, a few days of peace settled over my kingdom.
The director of the investigation bureau at the Financial Supervisory Service—who'd been covering for Park Sojin from above—retired right on schedule.
Using post-nut clarity, I was quietly and perfectly covering the 12.1 billion won loss from the gangsters Park Sojin had stiffed.
Park Sojin, the biggest source of anxiety, had fallen completely under my control.
Han Yura hadn't snapped at me or picked fights once since declaring her new "rules"—it was like a miracle.
She threw herself into her role as capable CFO, focusing solely on crafting plans to expand Bluesky Games' territory.
Lee Soohee, as my shadow, had perfect control over security at home and the company.
Since she'd arrived,
I hadn't felt even a hint of physical threat.
Everything was flowing smoothly, just as I'd planned.
Now it was time to handle the last deferred task.
The promise to Han Yura: "Whether I turn her into my fucktoy, make her a partner, or cut her loose completely—I'll decide."
That morning, with post-nut clarity active, I asked Choi Yang,
"What’s Dr. Kim Seolgi saying these days?"
"Still getting messages every day that she wants to see you, sir... Yesterday, she sounded like she was almost crying."
"Hmmm..."
I pictured that 32-year-old "burdensome big sis" acting like she had depression just because I wouldn't meet her.
I gave Choi Yang a low command to decide her "fate."
"Set up lunch today."
"Yes, sir. Where to?"
"A nice restaurant... and a hotel suite."
I added with a sleazy grin,
"Gotta have a deep talk about her 'research' after lunch."
That lunchtime, I entered the most private room in the back of the upscale restaurant Choi Yang had booked.
Dr. Kim Seolgi was already there ahead of schedule, waiting for me.
She'd dolled herself up for me to the max.
A simple white dress that hugged her curves.
Nothing like her usual lab attire—a perfect "womanly" look.
But even with the glamorous outfit and expensive makeup, it couldn't fully hide her deep fatigue and depression.
The moment she spotted me,
Her face lit up with a desperate, radiant smile, like rain after a drought.
"Sir...!"
I returned her pathetic welcome with a businesslike smile and sat across from her.
"Long time no see, Doctor."
Expensive dishes started arriving one by one.
But she ignored the food completely,
staring only at me with those blind, affectionate eyes.
As I took in her gaze, I thought to myself,
'By my standards, she's a dime a dozen—nice body, decent face... So why the fuck is she clinging this hard after just a few fucks? I don't get it.'
I had to decide her "disposal" right here, today.
I sipped the green tea palate cleanser and tossed out the first question to end this long, drawn-out "dating game" and establish our new "relationship."
"Doctor."
Calling her by her formal title—not "Seolgi" or "sis"—brought a flash of displeasure and gloom to her face.
"What do you think Shilla Biotech needs most right now to move to the next stage?"
"...You came to talk business?"
Her voice dripped with disappointment, her expectations shattered.
I delivered the brutal truth of our relationship without mercy.
"Well, business... and after, one last fuck of that 'Seolgi pussy' before I dump you."
"......Last... time?"
"Yeah."
My curt affirmation drained the color from her face.
With a trembling voice, she barely managed,
"......Are we breaking up?"
"Breaking up? When did we ever 'date'?"
I crushed her last shred of hope with a sneer.
"........."
She couldn't say another word.
She just hung her head, biting her lower lip hard to hold back tears.
I called her now with a softer tone.
"Seolgi."
"......Yes."
"I've got a shitload of women."
"...I figured."
She answered in a voice drained of all hope, resigned.
I let out a deep sigh watching her.
"Sigh... I really don't get it."
I genuinely couldn't comprehend this situation.
"Your ex-bro-in-law... he's a 'moron' swayed by emotions like every other dick-swinging idiot, but you're not."
I spoke with sincere bafflement.
"You're a woman with a fucking brilliant mind, aren't you?"
"......."
"You knew from the start I was just using you for fun... right?"
'You knew this was all business, mutual benefit. So why act like the innocent victim now?'
At my cruel, innocent question, Dr. Kim Seolgi suddenly stopped her tears with a 'drop'.
She elegantly dabbed her eyes with a napkin from the table.
And when she lifted her head again,
The Kim Seolgi I knew was gone.
No trace of the pitiful woman who'd been sobbing over lost love.
Her face, staring straight at me, was a cold mask betraying no emotion.
She spoke with a mocking tone.
"You're not a 'moron' like my brother-in-law who never caught on, huh, sir?"
"Whoa... showing your true colors?"
"Well, no point keeping up the act when it doesn't work."
"Hmmm... spill it."
"Spill what?"
"Why I should keep using a bitch like you."
At my words, she smiled genuinely for the first time, intrigued.
"Wow, sir. Kinky tastes, huh? Most guys go crazy for pure, naive girls who only have eyes for them."
"I like shoving my dick in a pussy from a bitch who looks at me like I'm shit but spreads her legs anyway. So start by explaining why you pulled that tiresome 'love act' on me."
She shrugged and casually admitted her entire scheme.
"Nothing special. Similar to you, sir."
"......."
"I wanted to sink my straw into this sudden 'angel' investor and do my research freely. You aimed for 'money'... I aimed for 'fame.' That's the only difference."
She laid it all bare.
I let out a hollow laugh at her bombshell confession and asked,
"Ha?! So all that was an act to seduce me?"
"Yes."
With nothing left to hide, she calmly briefed her failed "strategy."
"Your circle's full of sluts, in crude terms. I might not be as hot as them... but I figured playing the 'pure' girl—something missing around you—would work. My mistake, though."
"Sluts around me? Never showed you that side."
"Come on, don't play amateur."
She looked at me like I was pathetic.
"Choi the secretary shadowing you everywhere, the VP running the whole company—who wouldn't see them as your personal cum dumps?"
"Heh... how'd you know?"
I was genuinely impressed by her spot-on analysis.
"Their ages, for starters."
"Huh?"
"Secretary Choi's 21, VP's 24. Too young and pretty for company execs. Especially Secretary Choi—the ex-idol."
"......I'm 24 too."
At my retort, she admitted her real miscalculation for the first time.
"Rich chaebol heir's hobby? That's what I figured. Wrong?"
"Yeah. Gutter rat origin."
She sighed softly, sincerely.
"Ahh... that's where I fucked up."
Now that we'd seen each other's full hands, we finally faced each other properly.
"Hmmm... you put in effort... but dropping the mask too easy, no?"
At my mocking assessment, Dr. Kim Seolgi replied coolly with her now utterly composed face.
"The 'innocent girl in love' bit wasn't landing with you anyway, right?"
"...True, I did ghost you."
"Why push a character you weren't into?"
"Pfft."
Her boldness made me burst out laughing for real.
"You're a fucking riot. Nice... dick's getting hard now. Your lame 'sub character' didn't click, but this 'main one'? She's hitting right. Keep talking."
At my go-ahead, a sleazy, cruel smile—like mine—curled her lips.
Her eyes gleamed like a scientist presenting her proudest achievement as she briefed her "past."
"My brother-in-law, President Choi Sin-su, was 'president' in name only—an incompetent fool clueless about science. His only interest? How to cut company costs. He couldn't grasp the value of my groundbreaking research."
Her eyes fanaticized, recalling her work.
"So I used him. Submitted plausible but trivial small projects. Puppet just stamped them. I poured every bit of approved funding into one thing: my real research, Alzheimer's treatment."
She called it "sticking the straw in."
"Official projects stalled without results, funds vanished. Crisis was inevitable. But not my goal. Only finishing this research."
"Then you showed up as the 'angel investor.'"
She'd approached me to ditch her now-useless brother-in-law.
And whispered sweet "lies" to me.
[Brother-in-law's deliberately delaying research to keep taking your investment money.]
She was the kind of woman who'd sacrifice even family for her "fame."
Listening to her horrific confession, I got fully hard.