Chapter 154
Chapter 154
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: Up High
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Up high.
Third floor of Blue Sky Investment, on the outskirts of Paju. The executive office.
I was leaning back in the massive CEO chair, eyes closed.
Under the desk, Choi Yang was dutifully carrying out her task without a murmur.
On the monitor screen in front of me, Park Sojin—prim in her office attire—was waiting quietly.
This bizarre, immoral tableau had become nothing more than our everyday routine.
I savored the soft sensation of her mouth for a moment before quietly speaking.
"Park Sojin."
"Yes, sir."
"Taesung Pharmaceuticals."
Those two low words I tossed out.
That alone sharpened the gaze of Park Sojin on the screen.
The finest 'key' I'd forged always read my intentions perfectly.
"What do you need me to do?"
"What are you best at?"
She grasped the meaning of my question perfectly.
Park Sojin gathered her thoughts for a moment, then replied in a steady voice.
"In the light, with legitimate authority. In the shadows, with what I have... I'll grab Taesung by the ankles and bring you what you want."
A perfect answer. I nodded.
"Report through Choi Yang."
"Understood."
I ended the call and turned off the screen.
No need for crude curses or heavy-handed orders.
They already understood the meaning in my slightest gesture, my every word—perfectly. They had become my 'hands' and 'feet,' moving with maximum efficiency.
Closing my eyes in satisfaction, I gently stroked Choi Yang's head as she offered me her pleasure.
"What's on the schedule today?"
The money-printing machine ran itself via the API system I'd built.
A flawless setup where tweaking variables for just a few minutes a day ballooned assets by 14.5% every month.
Beyond managing that system, my days were spent overseeing my women and breaking in new toys.
In response to my question, Choi Yang deep-throated me once by way of answer.
Then, from under the desk in nothing but her garter belt, she began her report in the flawless voice of a perfect secretary—no hint of disarray.
"You've cleared the morning. First official item is at 2 p.m.: meeting with Representative Osea."
"Hm."
"At 4 p.m., Vice President Han Yura has requested an initial briefing on establishing the Blue Sky Foundation."
"And last?"
"7 p.m.: dinner with Madam and Sky Girl. Location: residence."
Perfect report.
Closing my eyes in satisfaction, I gently stroked Choi Yang's head as she offered me her pleasure.
Then I pulled out of her mouth and gave a curt order.
"Out."
"Yes, sir."
I watched her leave the executive office, disheveled as she was, then picked up the intercom to summon Doctor Kim Seulgi.
"Come in."
A moment later, a knock, and the door opened. Kim Seulgi entered in her white coat.
A Nobel laureate, world-renowned scholar.
I nodded toward the small door behind my desk.
The lounge I used for quick naps or rest—and only for serious fucking.
A place with nothing but a bed, purpose-built.
She understood my gesture perfectly and entered the lounge without a word.
The moment I followed and shut the door, her eyes changed.
Those eyes that had gleamed with intellectual curiosity now burned with raw lust and excitement.
She shrugged off her white coat herself, then unzipped the prim dress underneath.
"It's been a while, sir."
"How was Sweden? Happy to get what you wanted?"
At my crude praise, she didn't blush—instead, she licked her lips and smiled.
"Nothing's better than your cock, sir."
Stark naked, she knelt on all fours on the lounge bed of her own accord.
As she wanted, I pounded her like a beast.
The world-class genius doctor wailed beneath my thrusts, reduced to a brain-melted bitch in heat.
Only after she'd climaxed repeatedly and slumped unconscious did I leave the lounge.
Morning's first 'task' was done.
The second was Lee Soohee.
In the private gym on the top floor of the building, atop the sparring ring.
Under the guise of 'sparring practice,' I pinned down the human weapon with raw power.
Her honed muscles resisted, but watching her crumble before me was delightful sport.
Drenched in sweat and spit, she took everything I gave her on the ring.
The morning's finale: Han Yura's newest trainees from Star Maker, their 'initiation.'
Young, pretty things with eyes sparkling with idol dreams.
Initiation was simple.
On their knees around me, proving loyalty with their most precious assets: tongues and pussies.
After the sticky morning routine.
Instead of catching my breath, I was breaking in a new toy.
The sole virgin from this morning's initiation—a 20-year-old trainee.
I was savoring the process of turning her fresh pussy into a 'rag.'
"Hah, hah, heuk...!"
Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, the Taiwanese girl—whose name I couldn't even recall—couldn't manage a proper moan.
Her tits just jiggled with my thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her brain paralyzed by first-time ecstasy, she'd forgotten how to react.
Knock knock.
"Sir, Representative Osea is here."
"Send her in."
I didn't stop moving.
As Choi Yang announced it, the office door opened, and Osea entered in her neat suit.
Unlike days ago, her face held grim determination.
The look of someone steeling herself to step fully into the world I'd built.
But even that resolve crumbled the instant she saw the young trainee writhing in ecstasy beneath me.
Grabbing a fistful of the sweat-slicked girl's hair with one hand, I grinned at Osea.
"Welcome, Number Six. Brand-new, just broken in today. How's she look? Fucking delicious, right?"
At my vulgar words, Osea glanced back and forth between the dazed girl under me and me.
Suppressing her disgust, she barely managed to speak.
"You really have... terrible taste, sir."
"Says the bitch who pissed herself mid-fuck. Got any room to judge my tastes?"
My jab brought it back: days ago in my office, her brain melting in endless multi-orgasms, eyes rolling back as she pissed and convulsed.
Deep resignation settled on Osea's face.
I didn't push her further and got to business.
"Anyway, what's up?"
"...I've finalized the shortlist for the seat you promised me."
Composed again, back in politician mode.
Definitely useful.
"Didn't you mention that crazy labor activist chick last time?"
"Ilsan's locked in with her. Today, it's about the candidate for Paju A."
"Spill it."
I pulled out of the now-limp trainee and lounged on the sofa.
Osea didn't avert her eyes from the scene, staring straight ahead as she began her report.
"First, from our party: two candidates. One's a three-term veteran, but no popular appeal. With your backing, he'd be the easiest puppet to control. The other..."
She briefed me on the rest, one by one.
"...The final candidate's from the opposition."
Her cautious last card. I eyed her with interest.
"Name's Lee Soo-jung. Incumbent one-term assemblywoman, former journalist. 37 years old. Her principled stances have narrowed her party standing—conventional wisdom says no second term."
I smiled as I listened. Someone not from her party, but the opposition.
A card on the verge of being discarded.
"Hm, hot?"
My first question was always the same.
Politics aside, was she a vessel worthy of my cock?
"...Yes."
"Tch, she does look fuckable... Assemblywoman donburi..."
I muttered as if to myself, testing her.
I'd already grasped her intent, but I wanted to hear it from her lips.
"But why the opposition, of all things?"
At my question, Osea spoke as if she'd been waiting.
Her voice held no whore's moan now—just the cool precision of a competent political advisor.
"Sir. Machiavelli said a prince should have his own army, not mercenaries. But that's when there's only one prince in the world."
She launched into her political theory lecture before me.
"Seat one of ours, and they'll ally with other factions in the party to betray you anytime. They have other 'prince' options. But save someone discarded by the opposition, on the brink of political death? Their sole 'prince' becomes you. Nowhere to betray, nowhere to run. Your perfect 'home army.'
"..."
"And more crucially, an ally planted in the enemy camp is the most useful 'eye' and 'blade.' You learn their plans in advance, sow division from within at key moments. Our two seats effectively become three or four."
I was impressed by her flawless briefing.
Beyond mere seat-grabbing, she understood power's mechanisms and proved her worth exploiting them.
"Good. Go with the ex-journalist assemblywoman."
Approving her proposal, I grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to mine.
"Get that bitch's pussy spread open for me."
"...Yes."
A faint tremor laced her response.
Terror at pushing another life into the abyss for her own future.
Yearning for the political foundation I offered.
And the raw carnal hunger from panting on my cock.
Staring into those tangled eyes, I murmured my command.
"Suck."