Chapter 137
Chapter 137
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Faction Hunter
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Blue Sky Investment.
On paper, it was a 100-billion investment firm.
But my company was pathetically empty for anything you'd call a proper business.
A fancy sign hung on the door, but the interior existed solely for my one desk.
Aside from the desk holding a computer and several monitors, it was barren as hell.
This place wasn't a company yet.
It was just a shell I'd cooked up to legally churn massive funds and shave off some taxes.
My secret personal workshop.
I murmured low without tearing my eyes from the complex charts floating on the monitor.
"Come in."
The source of the quiet knock was Park Sojin.
She was no longer the loser getting chased by thugs.
Sharp intellect and hidden ambition radiated from her in that perfectly tailored black luxury suit.
My first knight, meant to turn this empty office into a real fortress.
"President."
She stood before the desk and bowed so deeply it looked like her waist might snap.
Her voice dripped with perfect submission.
I swiveled my chair to face her.
Her gaze slowly trailed down from my face.
The upper half was flawless—a top-tier luxury suit without a single flaw.
She could've passed for any Wall Street hedge fund CEO.
But below that...
Nothing.
No panties—just cheap slippers on bare feet and my limp, floppy cock dangling freely.
Her pupils quivered like there was an earthquake at the surreal sight.
But in one second flat, she composed herself.
I didn't miss that twitch and grinned.
"You came? Then suck it first."
"Yes."
There wasn't a single second of hesitation or a question.
Like a well-trained soldier, she silently set her briefcase on the floor.
Then she stepped up to the desk and dropped to her knees on the cold marble with practiced ease—no mat, nothing.
I leaned deep into the chair, tilting my head back.
Stroking her hair softly, I let out a satisfied sigh and muttered.
"Hoo... You're probably the only bitch in the world who sucks better than my wife."
My words made her head bob faster.
Slurping sounds filled the air, along with her muffled voice.
"Slurp... ha... thank... you."
They say exercise ramps up your libido?
Under the "Vitality King Project," I had morning jogs and weight training every day.
And every morning, Yoon Chaewon whipped up that bluish, foul-smelling grass health juice.
Was it because I'd gotten so damn healthy lately?
Just an hour ago, I'd pounded Ri Su-hee's swollen pussy and dumped my load inside.
Yet here my cock was, hardening back into a rock-solid slab in Park Sojin's mouth.
Veins bulging with pleasure, throbbing every time her hot tongue wrapped around it.
Fully erect now.
No trace of the little "shrimp" Han Yura used to mock a year ago.
18cm.
A family-wrecking monster cock.
I gazed down proudly at my masterpiece—the result of mastering Post-Nut Clarity in the flesh, thanks to my North Korean instructor, Ri Su-hee.
I pulled Park Sojin up and laid her out on the massive desk.
Hiking up her suit skirt revealed no need to bother with panties: crotchless design, perfectly waxed bald pussy tailored to my tastes.
"Cunning bitch."
At my praise, she asked shyly.
"...You like it?"
Even my most devoted wife, Yoon Chaewon, didn't submit like this.
The thought drew a snort of laughter from me.
"Keep striving. No.1 house pussy might be a stretch, but who knows about No.2?"
"...Yes."
I didn't wipe the satisfied smile off my face as I thrust my waist deep inside her.
No.1 wife: Yoon Chaewon.
No.2 partner and comrade: Han Yura.
No.3 secretary and tissue: Choi Yang.
No.4 North Korean murder weapon: Ri Su-hee.
And Dr. Kim Seolgi, who'd never rank thanks to her fatal weakness in "grip."
Et cetera.
A different pussy flavor from all of them softly enveloped my cock.
Park Sojin's insides were like a custom-tailored suit.
Snug and gapless, with a seasoned, intellectual squeeze that never felt off.
I grabbed her waist as she heaved rough breaths, rocking my hips slowly and deeply like I was urging her report.
"So, spill it about that underworld boss or whatever."
Her body trembled at my movements.
Her pleasure-drenched voice held zero hesitation—just pure obedience.
"Hng... Yes..."
Satisfied with her submissive reply, I started thrusting in earnest.
The desk shook as her body jolted in time with me.
Even as she panted in ecstasy, she didn't forget her duty, reporting her plan in a trembling voice.
"Hng... The funds you saved me with last time... ahk! Along with this profit, all delivered legitimately."
"And the reaction?"
"Like beasts that tasted money... hng! Naturally howling to hand over bigger sums and work it again... ahn!"
I drove deeper inside her and asked.
I felt her thighs spasm.
"So, finish spilling that plan of yours."
"Yes... hng! This time, for risk management... ah! Not lumping funds together—handle sequentially per organization... euk! Isolate them one by one..."
"Suck 'em all dry one at a time?"
"Hng... yes... yes..."
"Not a dumb head on you."
"Hau...! Thank you... President...!"
Hearing her scream-like gratitude, I pondered deeply while poking her womb with my glans, still buried inside.
Her body quivered helplessly at every little motion of mine.
Was it really smart to follow Park Sojin's lead right now?
The answer was no.
Isolate and devour them one by one.
The ones who lost money would rampage like rabid dogs, and I'd handle them with Ri Su-hee.
Absorb the organizations bit by bit.
Sure, it fulfilled every man's "romance."
Underworld king.
A word that'd make you hard just hearing it.
But realistically?
Zero merit.
I didn't set all this up just to play thug boss.
Wasting energy on bullshit.
Plus, I couldn't exactly tell my kid—due in nine months—that Dad's job was "gang leader."
The thought made everything crystal clear.
Romance? Fuck that.
I'd be a father my child could be proud of.
For that, I needed not just money, but the "status" and "legal power" to match.
I looked down at Park Sojin sprawled on the desk with eyes gone ice-cold.
Time to revise how I used this capable, cunning knight.
The moment I pulled out, she crawled right back to me like she'd been waiting.
Without a word, she started licking her own juices and my cum clean off my cock.
Perfect cleanup blowjob.
I looked down at her head and commanded in a voice utterly cold and dry—nothing like before.
"Suck the gangsters dry and ditch 'em."
Her movements froze for a split second.
She looked up at me, eyes full of bewilderment.
"Yes? But..."
"You think gently rolling their money without cutting loose is profitable?"
I pierced right through her thoughts, and she just worked her lips silently, speechless.
"...Yes."
"You planning to scheme forever?"
She had no reply. I shook my head.
"Fleece 'em roughly without any blowback and wrap it up."
"...Yes."
Short answer, then she took my cock back in her mouth.
I stroked her head as I moved on to the next item.
This matter was done.
"And the Shilla Biotech plan?"
Her mouth paused at my question.
With my cock still in her mouth, she looked up at me.
"Slurp... ha... In talks... with Dr. Kim Seolgi."
She forced out the words one by one, then lowered her head again.
This was leagues beyond the gangsters' pocket change.
Shilla Biotech would be the cornerstone of my kingdom.
I placed my hand on the back of her head and pressed down.
"Handle it so I don't have to worry."
It sank deep into her throat.
She gagged hard but nodded.
"Yes."
As if it was a lie that I'd dumped my load just minutes ago, my cock swelled up again.
It hardened fully back to life in Park Sojin's mouth.
I wasn't satisfied just receiving anymore.
I gripped her hair tight.
This time, instead of my hips, I grabbed her head and started shaking it up and down.
The sudden face-fuck made her body squirm in discomfort.
Veins popped on the backs of her hands clutching the desk; her well-toned legs kicked at the air.
Physiological tears streamed nonstop from her eyes.
The president's office filled with gagging screams and sloppy saliva noises.
No matter how smart the bitch, she was just a hole-attached slab of meat before my cock.
I shook her head even rougher, engraving that fact deep in her throat.
"Glrk... sud... glrk... gag gag... ext..."
Park Sojin's body thrashed on the desk.
Drool poured down her chin, soaking the expensive hardwood.
But she never pushed me away.
She just waited for it to end.
I paused the throat-pounding and glanced at the door.
Ri Su-hee had been standing there arms crossed, leaning against it, watching—who knew how long.
Her face mixed contempt, disgust, and "grossed out."
I liked the look and grinned at her.
"What? You wanna go too?"
At my taunt, Ri Su-hee clicked her tongue.
"Tsk... How does Comrade Boss turn more of a mangy dog every day?"
"All men are mangy dogs by nature. Just a matter of whether they can act on it or not."
To prove it, I grabbed Park Sojin's head and started moving again.
The office echoed once more with disgusting noises and her non-scream screams.
Ri Su-hee said nothing more, just watched the scene.