Chapter 155
Chapter 155
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 155
Chapter Title: Cheon Heyeon
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5:30 a.m.
Before the AI assistant's low voice could sound, Cheon Heyeon's eyes opened first.
Without a single twitch, like a machine awakening on the operating table.
Outside the four hours she slept, every moment in this penthouse moved solely under her control.
Ssshh.
Before she could issue a command, the blackout curtains covering the bedroom's massive floor-to-ceiling windows silently parted to both sides.
At her feet, Seoul unfolded on the boundary between darkness and light.
The Han River shrouded in mist, the glowing trails of the grand bridges crossing it, and the other skyscrapers just starting to flick off their lights one by one.
The view from the 101st floor of her home in The Palace 9 felt like the gaze of a monarch surveying his kingdom.
Stepping onto the cold marble floor from the bed, the first thing she grasped was the tablet her secretariat had organized and sent overnight.
Her personal battlefield map, neatly charting how the blood of global capital—New York and London overnight—had flowed and stalled.
Her eyes raced through the dry streams of data without a flicker, even at movements worth trillions of won.
Taeseong Group's stock price, competitors' trends, international crude oil and commodity futures prices.
Everything flowed within her predicted range, mere predictable noise.
Right then.
Her gaze halted like a blade on the report's remotest corner, under miscellaneous: one name.
📋 Analysis Report 📋 Blue Sky Investment CEO: Kim Cheolsu (Age 25) Special Notes: Parents unknown. From Siheung orphanage. Highest education: high school graduate. No family relations. VP/CFO: Han Yura (Age 25) Special Notes: Prior to partnering with Kim Cheolsu, confirmed employment at multiple entertainment venues. Security Chief: Ri Suhee (Age unknown, est. late 20s) Special Notes: No official records. Likely forged identity. Suspected North Korean defector. Yoon Chaewon (Age 25) Special Notes: Unwed mother with daughter (Kim Haneul, age 7) prior to marriage with Kim Cheolsu. Currently 8 months pregnant. She rose from her seat and walked to the penthouse's vast floor-to-ceiling window.
Seoul below moved with mechanical precision, a colossal engine kicking off its morning.
Order.
It was how she made sense of the world.
The foundation her father and grandfather had built lifetime after lifetime: the Taeseong empire.
But the report she'd just scanned mocked that order like a clown circus.
Cheon Heyeon set the tablet down.
Silla Biotek.
Its tech was a tempting prize, no doubt.
A little effort, and she could crush that rootless outfit and claim it anytime.
But...
The problem wasn't Silla Biotek.
Orphan, Handjob Girl, defector, unwed mother...
The man 'Kim Cheolsu' leading that ragtag crew to an impossible 14.5% monthly return.
An incomprehensible 'error' invading her perfect world.
Perfectly crushing something always sent a thrill through her.
Sensing faint arousal rising from her lower belly, Cheon Heyeon headed to the bathroom.
She lifted the tablet again and fired off a message to her secretariat chief.
<Everything on Kim Cheolsu. Fund strategies to petty habits. No holds barred. Report back.> The rush of command sharpened her pleasure.
Ssshh.
Her silk nightgown slid silently onto the bathroom's cold marble.
Last came the underwear.
Layer by layer, not Taeseong Pharma's iron executive emerged, but the naked 'Cheon Heyeon'—seized by destructive lust.
Lights traced her flawless curves, close-up in the steam-fogged mirror.
She smiled with satisfaction at her reflection, face faintly flushed with desire.
Today promised real fun.
Cheon Heyeon took the pricey electric toothbrush from the marble shelf.
Whirrr—
The low hum shattered the steam-choked silence.
Soon, beyond the misty haze, her stifled moans tangled with harsh vibrations.
"Hng... haa..."
She never cried out.
Only the hot breaths she couldn't contain proved her pleasure's depth.
Beyond the steam, her hips' outline quivered in ecstasy—visible, gone, repeating.
Moments later, peak tremor silenced everything.
As if nothing occurred, she powered off, rinsed, and replaced the toothbrush.
Then stepped under the hot shower spray.
Body's urges neatly purged, her mind turned icy, crystal-clear on one goal.
Washed clean of lust and flesh, Cheon Heyeon dressed like a general armoring for war.
Suit flawless to the millimeter, wrist clasped by her status watch.
Exiting the penthouse, her waiting driver wordlessly opened the sedan's rear door.
Sealed from outside noise, she fired up the tablet for news.
The screen overflowed with one story.
📰 Breaking News [Korea's Born Genius, Dr. Kim Seolgi Returns Triumphant] [Humanity Ushers in Anti-Aging Era? World Eyes S-Rank Talent] [Dr. Kim Seolgi Names 'Osea Clinic' at Nobel Speech—New Political Icon Surges] Dr. Kim Seolgi.
Korea's genius.
Aging's vanquisher, savior of mankind.
News bloated with hype deified her.
Cheon Heyeon scrolled on, scorning the childish hero worship and adoring masses.
To her, Kim Seolgi was no savior.
Just a spoil of war she had to seize.
And that unknown 'Kim Cheolsu' had snatched it first.
'What kind of tie binds them?'
Kim Cheolsu handed Dr. Kim Seolgi absolute company control.
Unthinkable for any investor—total surrender of management.
But Dr. Kim Seolgi's move baffled more.
'Why yield 80% royalties—vast fortune—to Kim Cheolsu?'
Equity hers, profits his.
This twisted, irrational pact.
Like blades at throats, teetering in balance.
Grotesque trust or utter control—no mere partners.
Kim Cheolsu's report photo flashed: provocative-eyed handsome face, suit hiding ripped physique.
She tsked unconsciously, muttering low.
"Tsk... so vulgar..."
Men like that leaned on brute male charm alone—contempt deepened.
Cold smile curved her lips again.
The car glided to a halt at Taeseong HQ's first floor; her smile vanished, face pure mask.
Vast marble lobby.
Her heels clicked; scurrying staff froze, bowing ninety degrees.
To Cheon Heyeon, they held no names, no faces.
Mere cogs spinning her kingdom.
Plebeians, nothing more.
The aloof noble ignored them, crossing to the executive elevator.
Ultra-express rocketed to the pinnacle; she eyed the falling cityscape.
In her office, she paused at the vast window, savoring morning Seoul.
All beneath her—familiar, secure order.
Paju's 'error' from last night's report: an alien speck marring perfection.
Knock knock.
"Vice President, your daily briefing."
Her secretary entered, tablet in hand.
"9 a.m.: weekly exec strategy meet. 11 a.m.: one-on-one with Chairman. Lunch: Health Minister..."
The rundown poured nonstop.
M&As, drug trial reports, gov't meets.
Her queenly day brimmed with empire's weight.
'Kim Cheolsu'? Nowhere listed.
Swatting that bug would spice the grind deliciously.
Days slipped by.
Drowned in VP duties, meetings, the name 'Kim Cheolsu' blurred in her mind.
Then her personal tablet pinged: intel team's report, video attached, from secretariat chief's direct line.
She opened it idly.
Footage of Blue Sky Investment's CEO office in Paju, sniper-lens shot from distance.
Grainy, but clear enough.
A man lounged in a chair.
Before him, global scholar, Nobel winner Dr. Kim Seolgi throbbed in spasms, sucking his cock.
Face dissolved in bliss, utterly nude.
Cheon Heyeon watched, voice glacial.
"Vulgar."
Expected, yet the footage revolted deeper.
Winning, ruling via such base crudity scraped her raw.
Done, she killed it with disdain.
Twisted her hips, unkinking the odd discomfort.
Revulsion at the trash? Or thrill at depicted dominion? Undefined even to her.
She shoved it aside, diving back into Kim Cheolsu's text dossier.
Cold data alone to mine his flaws.