Chapter 136
Chapter 136
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 136
Chapter Title: Force Hunter
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The sticky scent of flesh and lust lingering from the penthouse clung faintly to my body, impossible to fully mask even with the finest perfume.
Even after showering and donning my most expensive suit, the memory of the beast rampaging beneath my civilized facade dominated my mind.
The familiar president's office.
I sank into the premium leather chair, staring at the vast battlefield unfolding across multiple monitors.
A warzone without gunfire, where billions flowed back and forth even now.
Under the desk, Choi Yang performed her duties like a machine,
but that sensation felt distant; every nerve in me was locked onto the charts straight ahead.
Then, Park So-jin's urgent voice came through the side monitor.
[The selling volume is intense! Can the support line you set hold, sir?]
On screen, she looked nearly panicked.
But I read their impatience and fear in the chart's flow.
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What must they be thinking, watching their money get sucked into my algorithm?
For a fleeting moment, the face of that idiot from the coin days flashed by—the one who'd lost everything and jumped into the Han River.
After that incident, I'd stopped fleecing the 'retail investors.'
The aftertaste was too bitter.
I was just an upstanding (???) investor riding the waves of massive trends.
And the wave before me now was built on blood from some other vicious shark—no qualms there.
"Doesn't matter. It's their last gasp. They're throwing everything they have at it, borrowed or not. So-jin."
[Yes.]
"For exactly the next five minutes, absorb every single order. Don't leave a share behind."
I gave the order while gently scrolling the mouse wheel.
From my fingertips, an invisible tidal wave rippled across the battlefield.
On the monitors, their final assault poured down like a red waterfall.
To shatter the support line I'd set, billions in sell orders plunged as massive red candles.
Park So-jin's face went pale beyond the screen.
But I didn't flinch.
Their desperation was almost comical.
"So-jin."
[Y-yes!]
"Now we start dumping some volume too. Gotta make it look like the support's breaking."
[Pardon? But...]
"Just do it. Show the dam bursting, and the rest will crawl out too."
As per my instructions, sell orders from Park So-jin's side joined in, and the chart briefly pierced below support.
The perfect picture of panic selling overwhelming the market.
The enemy force, convinced of victory, emptied their last bullets and charged at my throat.
That was the moment.
I danced my fingers over the keyboard like I'd been waiting.
Proving the prior moves were a trap, the pre-set algorithm activated.
"Devour it all."
From the chart's nadir, a massive hammer candle rose.
My capital's roar, swallowing every sell order in the market in one instant.
Their panic dumps became my most potent weapon.
The red waterfall halted like a lie.
Then, a colossal green pillar—a massive yang candle—shot skyward, smashing through all resistance.
A perfect V-shaped reversal.
Fueled by their despair, my returns skyrocketed exponentially.
The war ended in minutes.
The enemy force's accounts lay empty, their funds transferred wholesale to Park So-jin's ops account.
I released the mouse and leaned deep into the chair.
The room was so quiet it was hard to believe we'd just fought a bloodless war.
Only the faint movements under the desk reminded me this was reality.
I rolled my stiff neck and asked Park So-jin on the monitor.
"...Losses covered now?"
Beyond the screen, tension drained from her as she slumped into her chair, nodding frantically.
[...Yes, sir. Losses covered, up about 1% profit.]
"Good enough. Oh, but it's gangster money... Any chance we can just return principal and call it even?"
[That's exactly why my life was in danger. Can't just return principal—we had to hit the promised returns exactly... But thanks to you, sir, we exceeded it. Now... now I'm safe.]
I nodded in satisfaction at her response. Everything as planned.
Minimal effort, maximum effect.
Give the gangsters their promised payout to avoid friction, and saddle Park So-jin with a lifelong debt of gratitude.
Perfect.
"So, who are these guys? Seems like gangsters playing the force game, since they teamed up with you."
Curiosity struck; I asked.
Choi Yang paused briefly under the desk but soon resumed.
[Spot on.]
"Not some big syndicate minion, right? Just a lowlife scraping together a crew?"
[Yes.]
Hearing Park So-jin's reply, I glanced idly at the door.
Ri Su-hee stood there like a mannequin.
She had ties to that world too....
An intriguing combo crossed my mind as I spoke to Park So-jin on the monitor.
"Talked to Su-hee yet? You two need to manage those guys from now on, got it?"
[That's what I wanted to discuss.]
"Spit it out."
["Um... by any chance... are you planning to dominate the underworld?"]
"......You nuts?"
In that instant, the sensations under the desk and the monitor numbers vanished.
It was so absurd I thought it was a joke, but Park So-jin's dead-serious face on screen bordered on horror.
".....For real?"
[Yes. A bit childish phrasing, but... it's possible.]
I was speechless for a moment.
This woman, after owing me her life, now wanted to hand me an empire?
Ridiculous, yet a sprout of intrigue stirred in my chest.
"Get to the office now. If it's bullshit, prep for an anal fisting."
[......Yes.]
I cut the call abruptly.
My reflection stared back from the dark monitor.
A smirk tugged at my lips unbidden.
'Gangster King' Kim Cheolsu...
Among the countless 'king' fantasies I'd entertained, this was one I'd never imagined.
Yet why did my heart throb with 'romance' at the thought?
Ah, fuck.
Falling for this crap... Post-Nut Clarity's over.
Superintelligence time ended; the beast's instinctual era returned.
I stubbed out my half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and jerked my chin at Ri Su-hee by the door.
"Ri Su-hee, come here and prep. Post-Nut Clarity's done."
At my call, her face visibly stiffened.
She hesitated, then forced her mouth open.
"C-couldn't you start with Comrade Secretary Choi first? My body's still sore from your fist this morning... And she's sucking your dick right now anyway, isn't she?"
"Shut up and bend over."
".........."
"I'll give you a bonus."
Her eyes flickered briefly at my words.
Weighing pain against greed, she sighed in resignation.
"Well... no helping it, then."
As she reluctantly knelt on the carpet before me and bent over, I flashed a predatory grin.
"A revolutionary warrior armed with Juche ideology, folding for a few bucks. Capitalism that good, huh?"
Instead of replying to my taunt, she bit her lip.
That humiliated expression was my ultimate foreplay.
I positioned myself behind her.
Like stripping a beast's hide, I roughly grabbed her waist and yanked down her baggy training pants and cheap cotton panties to her knees in one go.
Her lower body—scarred and rock-hard, unfit for an elite North Korean unit alum—lay exposed.
Smack!
The sharp friction tore through the quiet room as my handprint bloomed red on her ass like a brand.
Her back arched reflexively short and sharp.
I sneered in satisfaction, hot breath in her ear.
"Your panty taste sucks, slut."
"...No one but you ever takes 'em off, so why splurge?"
Tough bitch. That's what made fucking her so good. I chuckled mockingly.
"Sometimes you seem like a bigger bitch than Han Yura."
"Hmph, I'll take that as a compliment."
"It ain't one?"
Grumbling, I slotted myself between her ass cheeks and slammed my hips forward.
A short gasp burst from her lips.
Tighter than expected.
The inner walls, ravaged by my fist last night, were massively swollen.
Making her already elite hole today clamp like it could snap my dick.
"Hngh... Fuck. Swollen like a bitch in heat, huh? Grip's insane."
To my curse-mixed groan, Ri Su-hee barely moaned, pain and pleasure tangled.
Her handsome bob cut and beauty meaningless; her voice begged wretchedly.
"G-gentle... gentle please... Today'll really wreck me..."
But her plea only hardened me more.
I nibbled her earlobe, sneering.
"Hurts? Then why's your cunt drooling like this, you lying whore?"
No sooner said, I thrust root-deep, aiming for her womb.
A wet, dull squelch, and her scream ripped out.
"Hrngh...! Ahk...! Boss...! You're insane...!"
The perfect female wail I'd never hear otherwise.
Swollen walls gripped me flawlessly, delivering hellish pleasure.
I turned her pleas to a lullaby, pounding mercilessly.
Her body shook like a broken toy on the bed sheets. No more North Korean accent—just a bitch lost in ecstasy's howls.
"Haht...! Ah, ah...! Weird... Ah, there...! Cumming, cumming! For real, I'm cumming...!"
Her body convulsed like a seizure, bowing like a drawn bow.
Her pussy clenched and released my cock rhythmically, then gushed hot jets onto my thighs and the sheets.
Not an elite killer anymore—just raw female instinct squirting uncontrollably.
I collapsed onto her back, panting hot in her ear.
"Huff... huff, fuck... Never knew fisting was your kryptonite..."
Too wrecked to reply, she just shook her head, whimpering sobs.
Tears, snot, spit smeared her face—total mess.
"Grk... hk... Gentle... please... hk..."
A thrilling shiver raced up my spine at the sight.
This log who always played numb before me.
The North Korean assassin who'd never crack under torture, crumbling before my cock.
No red-blooded man wouldn't get hard at this.
Her ass clenched tight in excitement; my groin swelled to burst.
I mocked her pleas, pulled back, then slammed womb-deep in one go.
"Hraaaagh!"
Her scream dwarfed the last.
"Gentle? Bitch, your sloppy hole's loving it, thrashing like a whore—still want gentle?"
I smacked her ass with a crack, then hammered brutally.
Her pleasure-awakened pussy clung hypersensitively now.
Thwack, thwack—cheap flesh-slaps filled the room.
Forgotten pleas; she just beast-howled, reason obliterated, body twisting to take my cock.
This was the real Ri Su-hee I'd craved.