Chapter 150
Chapter 150
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 150
Chapter Title: To a High Place
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High above it all.
Paju outskirts, standing out amid the low-rise buildings around it with its sleek design—the only three-story standalone structure in sight.
My office on the top floor.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched undeveloped rice fields and, faintly in the distance, the ridge of mountains.
In this serene landscape, this place was my kingdom and sanctuary, where I commanded assets worth 300 billion won.
And at the heart of that sanctuary, atop the massive wooden desk, I had Choi Yang's legs spread wide as I thrust my hips.
One minute before the appointed time. Everything was unfolding exactly as I'd planned.
"Hngh, nngh..."
From Choi Yang's lips leaked only pained breaths as she desperately stifled her moans of pleasure—no outright cries of ecstasy.
I grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back to force her gaze to meet mine.
Empty eyes.
The eyes of a perfect doll, now brimming with pleasure.
Knock knock.
Right on the dot, the knock came at the promised time.
Without answering, I gripped Choi Yang's ass even harder and slammed my hips upward.
"Come in."
As my voice rang out, the door opened, and in walked Congresswoman Oh Seah, lightly made up and dressed in a prim two-piece suit.
A far cry from the despairing figure she'd cut in her dingy office just days ago—this was a politician carefully putting on her best face.
But that facade shattered the instant she took in the scene inside.
In the middle of the office, on the massive desk, the young chairman was pounding away at a naked woman.
Congresswoman Oh Seah froze on the spot, hesitating at the vulgar sight of me fucking.
Her pupils quivered violently with shock and disgust.
Her hands hovered awkwardly, unsure where to put them, her regret at having come plain as day.
I didn't stop moving.
If anything, I grew bolder, thrusting my hips while staring straight into her eyes.
'Welcome, Oh Seah. This is the world you've just stepped into.'
I wondered if she'd remembered my final order and come wearing slutty underwear as promised.
But that could wait.
First things first: strip away the last scraps of her pride and hypocrisy with this shock therapy.
Without pausing my rhythm, I nodded toward the sofa in one corner of the chairman's office.
Calm and casual, like a host offering a seat to a late guest.
"Come on in, have a seat and wait a bit."
At my words, an earthquake rippled through Congresswoman Oh Seah's eyes.
Shock at my nonchalant attitude—inviting her to sit as if this scene and situation were nothing.
And then the deep deliberation that followed.
Should she bolt out the door?
Or...
I could see her wrestling fiercely between desire and ambition on one side, humanity and pride on the other.
Lips trembling with humiliation, eyes filled with contempt and revulsion.
But mixed in was the cold calculation of a politician: if she didn't sit on that sofa, it was all over.
Savoring the shifts in her expression was pure delight.
Finally, she bit down hard on her lower lip and, in a declaration of surrender, slowly stepped forward to sink onto the sofa.
The historic moment when the pure politician Oh Seah's soul knelt to filthy desire.
I flashed her a triumphant smirk.
And to celebrate that victory, I drove deep, crushing Choi Yang's womb.
"Hnggh!"
Choi Yang's body arched like a bow.
I turned that scream, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, into celebratory fireworks aimed at my new toy on the sofa.
Now everything in this room was mine, and I made all the rules.
Squelch, squelch. Slap, slap.
In the silence, only the crude sounds of flesh on flesh echoed for a moment.
As if unable to bear it, Oh Seah deliberately turned her head to gaze at the peaceful scenery outside.
A pathetic last stand.
To flaunt it, I squeezed Choi Yang's breasts hard, and with the recoil, poured everything deep into her spasming depths, right into her womb.
"Hrghhh♥"
The result of the [Vitality King] project.
Several times the volume and heat of an average man.
The sensation of semen like molten lava snapped even the last thread of perfect secretary Choi Yang's reason.
Her face twisted into full ahegao.
Whites of her eyes rolled back vulgarly, tongue lolling slack as she sprawled across my desk like a ragdoll.
The instant the perfect secretary became a bitch utterly broken by me alone.
I admired my handiwork as I pulled out of Choi Yang's body.
The musky, fishy scent of semen filled the spacious chairman's office, overlooking Paju's outskirts.
Leaving Choi Yang twitching and convulsing on my desk, I strode toward Congresswoman Oh Seah.
My toned muscles rippled, my still-hot, massive cock swinging like a siege ram with each step.
At my approach, Oh Seah's head snapped back from the window on reflex.
The moment she saw my body, her face drained white.
Her throat bobbed, unable to hide her tension—like a frog before a viper.
I plopped down on the sofa opposite her, legs splayed wide.
I stuck a cigarette in my mouth and, without lighting it, stared her down.
"You wore some panties that make my dick hard, right?"
"……..."
Her lips quivered at my crude question.
Pride and shame must be choking her.
"What? Offended?"
"...What can you give me?"
An unexpected counter.
Instead of crumbling under my mockery or begging through tears, she tried to negotiate.
Pfft.
A laugh burst out unbidden.
A city councilor from a sinking minority party.
Even as worthless bait, a politician's still a politician, huh?
Instinctively calculating her gain even now.
Seeing her so at ease with deals, a sly grin spread across my face.
This toy might be more fun than I thought.
I lit the cigarette dangling from my lips, inhaled deeply, and lazily blew a cloud of white smoke into her face.
"Fine, let's deal. What we can do for each other. I'll start."
I set the cigarette in the ashtray and tossed my first card on the table.
"I'll plaster the name Oh Seah all over the Shilla Biotec Paju research complex groundbreaking. You know that's enough to pin a congress badge on even the village head, right?"
In this aging era, a genius scientist conquering dementia.
To Koreans obsessed with national pride, a 'Nobel Prize' means something special.
A politician publicly endorsed by that Nobel laureate?
It's a straight shot to Congress, a guaranteed win.
A divine blessing no one could refuse.
I figured she'd tear up with gratitude and accept.
But Oh Seah gave an answer I hadn't expected.
"Wasn't that the gift you already gave me last time?"
...Wow.
It hit like a punch to the head.
What the hell did she just say? She dismissed the Nobel winner's public endorsement—the one I'd dangled as bait—as a 'gift' already given before I even visited her office.
Turning my future offer into a past payment already settled.
Fuck, another one like Han Yura?
I was so floored I let out a hollow laugh.
"Wow, you're one greedy fucking bitch."
Even at my blatant cursing, she didn't flinch.
If anything, she smiled faintly and parried coolly.
"If I had no greed, I wouldn't even think of getting into politics, would I?"
Her bold attitude genuinely impressed me.
The prey I'd thought broken was slipping the collar around her own neck and haggling over the price.
Fun.
Really, I liked it.
My cock twitched at the intellectual thrill.
A rare toy worth playing with.
That spark had my lower half reacting for real.
Grinning, I threw down my next card.
The most primal, most certain one.
"Alright, unlimited political donations."
"Eh, I've got enough campaign funds already. Plus the 'pocket money' you gave me last time."
She brushed off my offer again, casual as ever.
Turning the apology box I'd mocked as 'pocket money' into a shield: 'I've already got money, so no more needed.'
Heh heh...
A chuckle escaped me.
"Well, enough for congress, sure. But... what party were you again?"
I furrowed my brow like I genuinely couldn't recall.
For a politician, having your own party name—especially from a potential top donor—forgotten by him?
It's a brutal denial of your very existence.
I saw her face stiffen for a split second.
Savoring that look, I continued as if tossing her a bone.
"Anyway, your party's got what, two congressmen and a handful of city councilors? Total scraps. But party leader? That ain't free."
She got the implication perfectly.
Beyond the bait of a congressional seat, now handing her the whole party.
Her pupils quaked harder than before, beyond compare.
Not giving her time to process that bombshell, I fired the next question.
"And. Paju's got one congressman, right?"
Paju A and B districts.
Two electoral zones.
Besides her target, incumbents held the others.
My question wasn't idle chatter.
She understood the meaning.
Beyond the congressional seat bait, handing her the whole party.
Meaning I'd pin a badge on a puppet who listens to her every word.
A politician's power comes from seats they can mobilize.
A freshman starting with two seats? That's no freshman.
She grasped the weight of my offer.
After catching her breath, a question slipped from her lips.
Cold reason and pragmatic curiosity alone laced her voice.
"...How?"
I couldn't hold back a laugh.
"Pfft, cautious one, aren't you?"
"I'm a politician."
No more emotional sway, just owning her nature.
"Research complexes don't have to be just one."
Her eyes narrowed at my words.
"One in your district, one in the opponent's too. Nice and fair. No bad optics having Paju folks fight each other, right?"
Split the massive boon of 'Shilla Biotec' into two, one per district in Paju.
No one could oppose that development.
Oppose it, and you're the enemy of all Paju.
Incumbents would have to welcome it through gritted teeth.
And at the center? 'Oh Seah,' publicly backed by Nobel laureate Dr. Kim Seolgi.
All the credit goes to Oh Seah and the candidates she picks.
She's not just pinning on a badge—she debuts as a heavyweight shaking up Paju's entire political scene.
Watching her struggle to even breathe as realization dawned, I landed the killing blow.
"Now, tell me what you can do for me."
She didn't answer.
She simply rose quietly, walked over, and stopped before me.
Then, with trembling hands, she gripped the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it.
Her answer came not in words, but in body.
Smooth legs wrapped in black stockings, not an ounce of fat.
Black garter belt precariously holding the thigh-highs in place.
And.
Beneath the perfectly shaved mound, a lewd slit asserting its readiness to take everything.
The sight left me speechless for a moment.
She'd remembered my final order and prepared herself for me.
Even before stepping into the chairman's office.
From the moment she left home heading here, she'd dressed for easy fucking.
No panties.
That clever, bold negotiation of hers? Just the last gasp of pride from a bitch who'd already decided to offer everything.
Satisfied, I whispered in her ear.
"Suck."
"Yes."
No hesitation.
Congresswoman Oh Seah knelt quietly before my cock, still slick from Choi Yang's pussy.
And like tending a holy relic, she flicked out her tongue gently.
The politician who'd played so high and mighty, now licking another woman's juices off my dick.
Could there be a more perfect picture of submission?
I leaned back, stroking her hair softly, savoring this new toy's talents.
"Hoo... So, shall we continue the deal?"
"...Smch... Haa... Yes."
With my cock in her mouth, her voice dripped pleasure and humiliation as she answered.
Her desire-clouded eyes gazed up at me, curved in deep hunger.