Chapter 142
Chapter 142
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 142
Chapter Title: Han Yura Maker
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The cramped stall of the public restroom was thick with the stench of sweat and semen, along with our ragged breaths.
I gripped Han Yura's hips like I was trying to crush them, slamming my waist into her like a beast.
Her tight leggings were peeled halfway down her thighs, barely hanging on.
She braced her upper body against the cold tile wall, hands pressed flat against it, taking my merciless thrusts.
Pain and pleasure twisted together in the raw moans spilling from her lips.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
The crude slap of flesh on flesh filled the tight space.
There was no trace of the cool-headed executive who'd been talking billions just moments ago.
All that was left before me now was a hot, wet hole existing solely to take my cock.
I yanked her damp hair, whispering hotly in her ear.
"You like that, you filthy bitch?"
Her body shuddered like she was convulsing at my words.
Even lost in ecstasy, she didn't turn to look at me, forcing out the words with effort.
"Haa... yeah... fuck... it's a dangerous... day today... so if you're gonna... cum... do it in my... ass..."
I froze mid-thrust at her words.
The most rational decision at the peak of arousal.
That was it.
That was why I liked Han Yura.
She wasn't just some dumb bitch in heat. She was my partner.
I grinned wickedly and clamped down on her ass even harder.
"Just get knocked up, you slut. Wouldn't life be easier spending it as my personal cocksleeve?"
She ground her teeth at my cruel taunt.
"Hngh... fuck... ngh... fuck you, you bastard."
Han Yura, obsessed with success.
I pulled out of her pussy, satisfied by the fierce glare she shot me.
Without hesitation, I pressed my tip against her tight little pucker and pushed.
Yura's narrow hole took me in without resistance.
"Hoo... your ass is fucking wrecked..."
"Kh... hn... you... wrecked it... hn..."
"Yeah, fair point."
I gave a short reply and started pounding her yielding hole like a beast again.
I gripped her black hair tight, forcing her face toward me.
She resisted at first, but when I devoured her lips anyway, she fought back just as dirty, tangling her tongue with mine.
In the narrow restroom stall, our sweaty, saliva-slicked kiss raged on.
I seized her waist and drove up into her a few more brutal times.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
Hot cum flooded deep into her ass.
"Hngh...!"
Her body twitched finely around my cock.
I savored the aftershocks, slowly pulling back.
She leaned against the wall, panting hard.
Thick white globs leaked from her gaping, unclosing asshole.
The fluid trickled down her pussy lips, soaking her thighs,
before dripping in filthy splats onto the dirty restroom floor.
I took in the sight silently.
"Hoo, fuck... you just get tastier every damn day."
I chuckled my praise, and her middle finger shot up at me.
I burst out laughing at her bold fuck-you.
After catching our breath, Yura casually tore off some stiff public restroom toilet paper.
She dropped to her knees before me again.
She meticulously wiped my cock, slick with cum and juices.
This was the same bitch who'd been cursing me out moments ago.
Now here she was, cleaning my dick like it was the most natural thing.
That was why I couldn't help but love Han Yura.
She wiped the cum trailing down her thighs.
Then she slipped right back into her tacky panties and leggings.
In seconds, she was the Vice President of Blue Sky Investments again.
I straightened her messy hair and headed out.
The dawn air felt refreshing.
"Let's grab a smoke before heading back."
"I didn't bring any."
"There's a convenience store right up ahead."
We chatted lightly as we entered the store.
A tired-looking young clerk greeted us.
Before heading to the smokes, I grabbed two boxes of condoms from the rack right by the counter—ones I had no intention of using.
I plunked them down blatantly on the counter.
The clerk's eyes went wide.
His gaze flicked between the condom boxes and Han Yura's killer figure beside me.
Raw envy and a hint of awe shone in his eyes.
Han Yura shot me an exasperated look, but I soaked it up, paid for my smokes, and stepped out.
I sat at the outdoor table, lighting up and inhaling deep.
Nicotine flooded my veins.
"You're such a fucking perv."
Han Yura grumbled.
I blew out smoke and just grinned.
"You snagged 28% of Blue Sky's shares, right?"
"Yeah, but the high's wearing off."
She replied through the haze of smoke, her face back to Blue Sky Investments VP mode.
"Yeah, can't squeeze infinite shares out of guys by whoring yourself for fuck-money forever."
"Right? Fucking men... give 'em a few rides and they think you're easy."
I frowned briefly at her words.
I stubbed out my smoke in the ashtray.
"Hng. Pull the dogs out for now... and slot 'em into the debut group. Top-tier composers, choreographers, producers—the works."
"Why go that far?"
"A promise is a promise. It's not like it's a big deal."
"True enough."
Han Yura nodded.
I stubbed the cig fully and smirked.
"Who knows? Might blow up huge."
"You think? Anyway, I wanna pull a few more trainees. Cool with you?"
I narrowed my eyes at her words.
"For what?"
"Entertaining."
She answered without a beat.
"Entertaining?"
"Yeah, game forum journos, big-shot YouTubers."
"YouTubers are cheap—just pay 'em off. Backdoor ads or whatever."
"The trustworthy ones who don't do shady promo."
"Ahh..."
That's when it clicked—her full plan.
Hook the unbuyable ones with girls, grab their dirt, and flip them to our side.
She was evolving past mere fund management into a real business shark.
The bitch I'd raised was starting to think like a sly fox.
I smiled, pleased.
"You're turning into more of a cunt every day."
Han Yura met my eyes dead-on, firing back.
Her gaze sparked with challenge.
"That turn you on more?"
"Yep."
I answered without hesitation.
She smirked at my honesty, muttering.
"Fucking dog."
With that, we got up.
The eastern sky was lightening.
We walked home side by side.
No more words passed between us.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Han Yura changed into a suit worth millions.
Draping expensive fabric over her body still marked from morning jog-fucking erased the vulgar bitch.
In her place stood only the Vice President of Blue Sky Investments.
She headed to her office in Paju City.
It was a picture-perfect private office.
Simple, modern design.
Everything she'd dreamed of was now real, right before her eyes.
Her gaze locked on the silver nameplate on the desk.
[Vice President Han Yura]
The sight sent a shiver racing up her spine.
Without thinking, Han Yura pressed down hard on her clit through her suit skirt.
Power—the ultimate drug.
She reveled in the vicious catharsis of her dream-made-flesh.
Then her smartphone buzzed on the desk.
The name on the screen shattered her bliss.
[Mom]
Hoo.
Han Yura sighed shortly and picked up.
"What, this early?"
[Did you eat breakfast, sweetie?]
"I'm busy. Spit it out."
[Such a cold kid...]
"Busy."
[Fine, heartless bitch... anyway, you got any money?]
"Didn't you leave money with me, Mom?"
[What kinda talk is that? Flaunting now that you're making bank?]
Paying her deposit, buying her a house, setting up her restaurant.
Were all those mistakes?
Past memories flashed through Han Yura's mind.
"...Whatever. Just say why."
[Your uncle's factory... things are rough lately...]
"How much?"
[Say... 50 mil? Can you?]
"Sending it later."
She hung up.
50 million won.
Casually tossed out by her 'parents'—an unimaginable sum to her old self.
Han Yura bit her lip hard.
It was fucking exhausting.
She wanted success.
So no one could treat her like shit again.
To break free completely from this suffocating yoke.
With that burning desire, Yura pulled a birth control pill from her desk drawer and swallowed it with water.
She wasn't some breeding wife.
She was his partner in building an empire.
She stood and marched straight to the CEO's office.
No knock—she threw open the door.
There was Kim Cheolsu, gripping Choi Yang's waist, pounding away from behind.
Han Yura let out a faint sigh at the sight.
"Hoo, fuck. I told you to cool it at the office? We made a sex room—why not use it?"
Kim Cheolsu didn't stop thrusting, just turned his head.
His voice dripped pleasure.
"Huk huk... too much hassle to go there... anyway, what's up first thing?"
"Heading to Blue Sky Games."
She replied casually, grabbing a black signing pen from the desk caddy.
She stepped beside the thrusting Kim Cheolsu.
He took the pen she offered.
He paused his hips a moment, and Han Yura hiked up her own suit skirt, baring her pale thigh to him.
"What should we write today?"
"Whatever, I'm busy."
"Fucking arrogant prick..."
Kim Cheolsu muttered as he scrawled crude words on her thigh.
[Kim Cheolsu Exclusive] [Cum Dump]
The cool pen nib grazed her skin.
Han Yura impassively smoothed her skirt back down, hiding the filth.
Her expression didn't change.
Kim Cheolsu, satisfied, resumed slamming into Choi Yang—thwack thwack thwack.
"Huk... hey... not busy? Quick round before you go."
Han Yura flipped him the bird without a word and left the CEO's office.
The wet squelching echoed in her ears until the door clicked shut.