Chapter 152
Chapter 152
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 152
Chapter Title: To Higher Ground
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Up to the heights.
All night long, the rain had fallen, but now it had cleared, and the morning sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows tickled my eyelids.
I woke from sleep and turned my head at the sound of steady breathing coming from beside me.
Chaewon's face, peacefully asleep with a serene expression.
There wasn't a single trace here of the filthy, brutal conquest that had taken place in my office last night.
This place was my sole sanctuary, where only peace and tranquility existed.
I gazed at her face for a moment, then let my eyes drift downward.
Her belly, now noticeably swollen.
Carefully, I stroked that rounded curve.
Warm.
To protect this warmth, I became a devil and a monster out there in the world.
Just like with Osea yesterday, crushing the desires and pride of countless people.
The price for all that dirty work was this peaceful morning right before my eyes.
I felt no guilt or contradiction about my actions.
This was the law of the world I had set.
As I quietly stroked her belly, I felt a small movement from within.
A tiny life stirring, as if responding to my touch.
That wondrous sensation brought a smile to my lips without me realizing it.
'Good prenatal care requires plenty of sleep.'
Following what Chaewon had once said, I slipped out of bed like a shadow, careful not to wake her.
As I silently opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, two female bodyguards standing there bowed their waists in greeting.
I ignored them like furniture and headed to the kitchen.
Their job wasn't to greet me—it was to guard the safety of my sanctuary.
And if I felt like it, spread their legs for a quick fuck.
That was all they needed to do.
Entering the kitchen, I saw Ri Suhee already sitting ramrod straight at the dining table, reading the newspaper despite the early hour. She glanced up at me.
When we first met, Ri Suhee's hair had been a close-cropped buzz cut, but now it had grown into a short bob reaching her jawline.
It was fascinating, like watching a wild beast gradually tamed by the human world.
"Good morning, Comrade Chairman."
"Yeah."
I gave a curt reply to her usual stiff greeting and familiarly opened the fridge.
Then I started making the "health juice" according to the recipe Chaewon had taught me.
Kale, fresh greens, and a chunk of raw beef liver.
I dumped the stomach-churning ingredients into the blender and pulverized them, producing a full glass of green sludge that reeked like sewage.
Swallowing down this familiar disgust, I pinched my nose shut once more and forced it down my throat.
This one glass of filth gave me the power to subdue Osea and the stamina to hold my daughter Haneul without pain.
To wear the crown, I gladly drank poison every morning. Ri Suhee rose from her chair at the table and pursed her lips silently.
The moment I swallowed the last drop of the vile liquid and set the glass down, Ri Suhee stood from her chair and approached me without a word.
She gently cupped my jaw and pressed her lips to mine.
It wasn't a kiss laced with seduction.
This was her way of "serving" me.
Her lips parted, and a slick, hot tongue invaded my mouth.
Her tongue meticulously scoured my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and the insides of my cheeks, sucking away every last trace of the health juice's foul aftertaste.
Like cleaning a gun barrel after battle—methodical and functional.
The fishy sludge taste was washed away by her saliva, leaving only pristine cleanliness behind.
As if her mission was complete, Ri Suhee slowly pulled her lips away and stepped back.
No emotion was readable on her expressionless face.
She had simply resolved her master's minor discomfort in the most efficient way possible.
Feeling the faint trace of her scent lingering in my mouth, I watched this tamed beast with interest.
Without warning, I slid my hand into the training pants she was wearing.
She accepted my sudden action without the slightest flinch, silently enduring my touch.
My fingertips met the expected sensation.
A perfectly waxed smooth mound, and below it, obscenely parted, plump labia.
Even before my touch, it was already slick and glistening, ready to take anything at any time.
My very existence was the switch that triggered her heat.
"You fucking slut, soaked already this early in the morning?"
To my crude exclamation, Ri Suhee replied with her usual blank face, stating it like obvious fact.
"Comrade Chairman made this body of mine this way."
Satisfied with her response, I smirked.
Perfect obedience, without resentment or shame.
While stirring her entrance with two fingers, I asked as if receiving a morning briefing.
"How's the gangster play going these days?"
Even with my fingers moving inside her, she remained unmoved, reporting only the facts.
"What would there be? Nothing much besides crushing that punk Joji that Comrade Park wants crushed."
"You're keeping tabs on Park Sojin properly?"
At my question, she voiced doubt.
"Do we still need to keep watching her? That woman's body can't live without Comrade Chairman's cockhead anymore anyway."
"Same goes for you, doesn't it?"
To my point, Ri Suhee smiled faintly and clenched pleasantly around my fingers.
"Heh, yeah. Lately, if Comrade Chairman's cock isn't pounding me... I feel like I'll go mad."
"You know you're under surveillance too?"
"Watch each other. I understand Comrade Chairman's way."
As expected, she was clever.
The core of my empire wasn't "trust"—it was "checks."
Park Sojin watches Ri Suhee, Ri Suhee watches Park Sojin.
Han Yura watches everyone else, and I oversee it all.
When no one can fully trust each other, their loyalty points only to me.
"Yeah. I'm telling you so you don't fuck up over feeling offended by it."
"Got it."
A concise answer, no more, no less.
I withdrew my fingers from inside her and took a step back.
Morning briefing over.
At that moment, Han Yura came down from the second floor in tight workout clothes clinging to her body.
The result of flawless self-discipline, without a single ounce of excess fat.
She saw me and Ri Suhee in the kitchen but asked nothing.
We simply confirmed each other's presence with our eyes and headed to the entrance together, as if by prior agreement.
Against the backdrop of greetings from the female bodyguards at the mansion's heavy front gate, Han Yura and I started running side by side.
Ri Suhee followed quietly at a set distance behind.
My partner, and my shadow.
Cleaving through the crisp morning air, we jogged wordlessly along the path around the mansion.
This wasn't mere exercise.
It was the most crucial meeting time, where no one could interrupt, for just the two of us to discuss the empire's real business.
We ran for about 30 minutes up the gentle rear hill behind the mansion.
The dark dawn before sunrise.
Relying on the soft lights along the path, we reached the summit, where the vast mansion sprawled below our feet, along with the waking scenery of Paju City.
We paused to catch our breath, and without a word, Han Yura dropped to her knees before me.
With practiced hands, she pulled my workout pants and underwear down to my knees.
She gently wrapped her hand around my cock, still soft and not yet awake.
Like worshipping a god, she planted light kisses on the tip of the glans, then took it into her mouth and began swirling her tongue.
Her tongue was different from the other women's.
It wasn't submission, duty, or pleasure-driven motion.
It was a skilled action signaling the start of Post-Nut Clarity, demanding judgment from "Sage Kim Cheolsu"—the one faithful to empire business, not "Dumbass Kim Cheolsu" lost to lust.
True to the woman who knew my cock well, she knew exactly how to make it hard. As it stiffened firmly in her morning fellatio, Yura pulled her lips away without hesitation and stood.
She stripped off her leggings herself, gripped a nearby tree trunk with both hands, bent at the waist, and thrust her ass toward me.
'Fuck me.'
Unlike the other bitches begging to be pounded, this posture was different.
It was her right, and just compensation for the Post-Nut Clarity I was about to enter.
The only woman who demanded her pleasure with such boldness.
Han Yura.
Gazing at that confident backside, I approached willingly to give her what she wanted.
In the dim dawn light.
Under the soft path lights, a red gem gleamed assertively between her ass cheeks.
The ruby anal plug firmly sealing Han Yura's anus.
Cool blue sapphire, passionate red ruby.
I'd pondered which gem to embed in her, but for Han Yura, who burned with desire more than anyone, nothing suited better than ruby.
Playfully, I flicked the end of the gem covering her anus with a tap.
Yura's slender waist twitched sharply.
Amused by her reaction, I unhesitatingly split her thick labia upward with my grotesquely shaped glans.
Squelch...
With sticky fluids clinging like spiderwebs, my cock burrowed relentlessly into her.
At the same time, an uncontrollable moan burst from her lips.
"Ha-ut...!"
With my cock fully sheathed inside her, I paused my movements for a moment.
Feeling her hot inner walls squeeze me like a living creature, I crooked a finger toward Ri Suhee standing behind.
At my gesture, my shadow approached without hesitation.
She firmly spread my ass cheeks with both hands and began licking my anus with her hot, wet tongue.
Sticky, intense pleasure assaulting from front and back.
Unable to hold back with that sensation, I began thrusting my hips.
In the cold dawn air, synced to my movements, savage curses and lewd screams poured from Han Yura's mouth as all reason melted away.
"Hngh, fuuuck...!♥ Come on, Kim Cheolsu...! Pound me straight! Ungh! Don't... fucking wobble... haaah♥ Harder, harder! Ah, shit...!♥ Womb... brain, my brain's going crazy...! You bastard...!♡"
The moment beams of dawn light shot from the horizon, pouring over our tangled bodies.
I reached my limit and unleashed everything deep into Han Yura's womb.
"Haaaaang...!♡"
With Han Yura's final scream, all the lust dominating my mind vanished like a lie.
My overheated body cooled, and my pleasure-numbed brain restarted, icy cold and rational.
The start of Post-Nut Clarity.
I pulled out of the hot bitch's body that had driven me mad moments ago, without a shred of attachment.
Han Yura, gasping against the tree trunk.
Ri Suhee quietly withdrawing behind me to resume guard position.
The sight of the two women felt like mere background, stirring no emotion.
As I pulled up my haphazardly discarded workout pants, I mentally reorganized the information I'd gotten from Osea earlier.
Taesung Pharmaceuticals, and heavyweight National Assembly members.
Now, armed with those two keywords, it was time to begin this morning's true objective: the strategy meeting.