Chapter 153
Chapter 153
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 153
Chapter Title: Post-Nut Clarity
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Up high.
In the gaze of Post-Nut Clarity, the entire world appeared slow and vivid to me.
Han Yura, who had just been writhing in intense pleasure moments ago, was quietly wiping away the saliva that had dribbled out uncontrollably and the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Lee Soohee approached her and, without a hint of hesitation, knelt down and buried her face between Han Yura's legs.
It was another routine for "cleanup."
Han Yura's sensitive body, now accustomed to orgasms as a given, twitched involuntarily at the touch of Lee Soohee's tongue.
With the slurping sounds echoing, Lee Soohee cleanly sucked out the remnants of my semen still inside Han Yura's pussy.
None of this scene stirred any sexual excitement in me.
It was merely a part of an efficient system.
The "vessel" that received the seed, and the "tool" that cleaned the vessel.
Two components fulfilling their roles.
A moment later, as Lee Soohee lifted her head after finishing the cleanup, a miraculous change occurred.
From Han Yura's eyes, the scorching lust that had dominated her entire body vanished without a trace.
In its place remained only cold intellect and sharp analytical prowess.
She casually pulled up her leggings and tidied her disheveled hair.
Now she was my partner, the vice president and CFO of Blue Sky Investment, Han Yura.
"Osea's words seem to be true."
Leaning against a tree, I gazed at Han Yura, who spoke in a businesslike tone that made it hard to believe she had been thrusting against me and spewing curses just moments before.
Her voice cut through the quiet forest.
I had relayed to her the full details of the information I'd heard from Osea, without missing a single word.
"Taesung Pharmaceuticals?"
"Yeah. The ruling party lawmakers Osea pointed out—they've all recently received massive donations from the public foundation run by the Taesung Pharma owner's family. It's classic indirect support disguised as legitimate contributions. It's clear Taesung is coveting our 'Silla Biotech' technology."
Suddenly, I recalled her from two years ago.
The dirt-poor college student from two years back, who gave handjobs in dingy commercial building bathrooms to pay for tuition—she was gone now.
Back then, she had been desperate and clumsy.
But standing before me now was my partner Han Yura, who had evolved into a perfect career woman after successfully closing the Blue Sky Games acquisition.
My most successful investment. My finest creation.
I nodded in satisfaction at her, then asked for the next move in this game.
"So, how should we fuck them over?"
This, too, was part of "raising Han Yura." Even with near-omniscient Post-Nut Clarity, I couldn't handle everything alone.
As the empire grew, I needed competent proxies to manage its various sectors in my stead.
Instead of handing her the answers, I guided her to think for herself and find the optimal solutions.
"We need to face reality first. Taesung Pharma is a chaebol. Our Blue Sky's capital? It's pocket change to them. Going head-to-head in a capital war is suicide, and their decades of built-up political influence dwarfs the rookie lawmakers we've just started cozying up to."
Her cold, realistic assessment sharpened my Post-Nut Clarity-cooled mind even further.
"Then what's the approach?"
"Not total war—guerrilla tactics."
Han Yura extended her fingers one by one, like a tutor revealing the answers.
"First, financial strikes. Not their main headquarters, but target their weakest link, like the bio venture they recently acquired. Force small bleeds to scatter their focus. Success is just making them scramble defensively."
"Second."
"Utilize Osea. She can't be more than a shield yet. But her image as a 'clean rookie' is a powerful weapon. In the National Assembly audit, hound the Taesung-colluding lawmakers on procedural issues totally unrelated to research ethics. Annoy them enough to divert their firepower from us."
"Third?"
A cold smile, just like mine, spread across Han Yura's lips.
"The most practical method. We don't attack the company—we target the people. Park Sojin and Lee Soohee. The Taesung Pharma owner's family's personal scandals. Women problems, kids, taxes... Find the fatal weaknesses their corporate shield can't block, and choke them out."
Her flawless analysis stirred excitement in me, even amid the Post-Nut Clarity's chill.
"Heh, Han Yura. You're turning into such a fucking bitch, and it's getting me so damn hard."
"Like it?"
"Fuck yeah."
She smiled in satisfaction at my praise. Then, after catching her breath, she brought up a completely new topic.
"Oh, and we need to start building our image from now on."
"I'm already volunteering at orphanages and nursing homes for that."
"Not enough."
She cut me off firmly.
"Then?"
"Where do you think chaebol power comes from? Just money?"
"Precisely, the networks and systems built with money."
My Post-Nut Clarity brain pinpointed the intent behind her question and gave the correct answer.
"Yeah, exactly."
Han Yura nodded and laid out our next step.
"Simple donations or volunteering only build a 'kind rich kid' image. We need to build our own 'system.' Foundations, media, academia... Pile up every kind of honor and authority money can buy, all in our name from now on."
Her grand vision reminded me of Osea.
"That's why you're pushing Osea? Isn't rushing long-term stuff like that a bit much?"
She shook her head at my question.
"No, we need to hurry."
"Why?"
"Because we have no support base."
She paused for a moment, staring straight at me before continuing.
"And honestly, pushing Osea is more than half your dick-driven lust, isn't it?"
Her straight pitch left me speechless.
Pure fact, no margin for error.
"Yeah, I'll own that... So what exactly do you want to do?"
"I said it. Buy every connection money can buy."
"You'll manage it?"
"Yeah."
No hesitation. She wasn't just suggesting an idea.
It was a declaration that she would design and run the empire's new system herself.
"Your ambition is fucking insane, you bitch."
At my curse-laced praise, she finally flashed a bright, satisfied smile.
No trace of shyness or shame like the other girls.
Instead, provocative eyes that reveled in how her ambition turned me on.
"Horny?"
"Fuck yeah."
I answered lightly and stood up.
Then I smacked the ass blocking my path hard enough for a sharp smack! to ring out clearly.
A vivid red handprint blooming on her white ass.
That was my answer to her ambition, my seal of approval on the deal.
I admired the mark in satisfaction before turning and heading back home first.
Behind me, Han Yura and Lee Soohee followed silently.
Back at the mansion, Han Yura and Lee Soohee dispersed soundlessly to their respective roles.
The traces of the two women who had taken my desires atop the mountain peak vanished from my world the moment we passed through the front door.
In the living room, Chaewon greeted me in a comfortable dress.
A fresh smile like morning sunlight. She approached, gently wiping the sweat from my forehead with a prepared towel.
"Welcome back?"
Hearing her voice melted away all the masks and armor I'd worn in the outside world.
I let her wipe the sweat, then quietly knelt before her.
And pressed my ear gently to her belly, now adorably swollen at six months pregnant.
Warmth transmitted through my ear.
After a moment, a small thump came from inside.
My child signaling its life, its presence—a wondrous kick announcing its existence.
That tiny movement filled me with a fullness like I owned the whole world.
I stood, lightly kissing her forehead.
Chaewon's expression shifted from a smile to a serious one, as if she had something to say.
After hesitating, she picked up a thick white envelope from the living room table and handed it to me.
It was the "gift" I'd sent to Haneuli's homeroom teacher.
"Honey."
"Yeah."
"Yesterday afternoon, when I picked up Haneuli, I briefly met her homeroom teacher."
"......"
"She politely returned this, saying she'd gratefully accept the sentiment but nothing more. She promised to treat Haneuli fairly and equally like all the other kids, so no worries. Her face was flushed as she said it—you have no idea how embarrassed I was."
How much had she been stewing over this since last night, waiting to bring it up?
My wife looked at me reproachfully.
"We deliberately sent Haneuli to the neighborhood school to raise her normally. But if you act like this, what will she become at school? What if weird rumors spread among the kids?"
"Who would dare spread weird rumors about our daughter?"
At my cold reply, Chaewon sighed in frustration.
"That's not what I mean. That teacher is a first-year newbie this year. She's still pure, full of passion for the kids. Don't insult someone like that with money."
As I listened, I thought to myself.
Poor, wretched, treated like orphan trash without parents.
That was enough for me alone.
My daughter, Haneuli, would never go through that.
But seeing tears welling in Chaewon's eyes, I had no choice but to shelve the thought.
Still sweaty from my workout, I pulled her into a hug.
"Got it. If you don't like it, I won't do it again. Sorry."
Only in my arms did she finally nod, seemingly relieved.
But I was already plotting something else.
'If direct gifts won't work, find another way.'
My daughter—whether she carried my blood or not—deserved the most special treatment in this world.
She deserved to be fucking spoiled rotten.
Entering the study, Choi Yang was waiting, having arrived precisely on time, organizing my schedule for the day.
Gone was last night's broken mess on my desk; she was the picture of a perfect secretary.
I approached her and issued orders without any preamble.
"Haneuli's homeroom teacher. Full background check. Focus especially on family and debts. Keep it from Chaewon."
"Yes, President."
Choi Yang didn't question the intent or background.
She simply entered the directive into her tablet.