Chapter 158
Chapter 158
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 158
Chapter Title: Chaebol? I'll Give That a Try Too
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10 p.m.
A quiet bedroom. I was lying with my head pillowed on Chaewon's smooth thigh.
My one and only sanctuary after wrapping up the day's battles and business.
Her breasts, even fuller and more voluptuous from the pregnancy, were leaking milk bit by bit for our child.
Chaewon cupped that sacred mother's milk in her hand and gently wrapped it around my cock, stroking up and down.
A nursing handjob.
This was the ultimate comfort and service, one that only my wife—my queen—could provide.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the warm, tender pleasure that no other woman could give me.
Then, Chaewon spoke softly.
"Today, I met this woman named Cheon Hye-yeon, the executive director at Taesung Pharmaceuticals."
Her voice snapped my consciousness clear through the haze of pleasure in an instant.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Above me, Chaewon continued her gentle strokes with a calm expression, just gazing down at me.
"What'd she say? That I'm a cheating bastard or some shit?"
"She didn't say it outright... but yeah, it felt like that."
All she could come up with was stirring up my wife's jealousy by bringing up another woman—like some third-rate drama ploy.
Even chaebols had their limits when it came to imagination.
"Hah, that bitch... she's fucking adorable..."
At my muttered curse, Chaewon's hand—the one gripping my cock—stopped softly but firmly.
"Honey."
"Yeah?"
"Watch your mouth."
She didn't snap or yell.
Just quiet and low. But heavier than any command—this was the law of our sanctuary, reminding me.
No filthy words from the outside world were allowed before this queen carrying my child.
"Ah, sorry."
At my apology, Chaewon smiled softly down at me.
Her hand resumed wrapping around me, moving slowly once more.
"Once the baby's born, you can do whatever you want when the kid's not around. Just hold out a little longer."
Her words weren't mere comfort.
Outside, I ruled as the king of an empire, but in this sanctuary, I had to follow her rules—a gentle yet firm declaration.
And at the same time, a promise that when all this was over, she'd understand and accept me more perfectly than anyone.
I closed my eyes again, savoring the pleasure, and asked in a much softer voice.
"So, what else did that woman say?"
"Nothing much. Just that we should get close? Oh, and she asked if she could pick your brain on investments."
"I get the vibe."
Chaewon tilted her head curiously at my words.
"What?"
I opened my eyes and stared straight into hers, reciting the enemy scenario my post-nut clarity brain had pieced together in a flash.
"Get us divorced so you snag my new drug royalty shares as alimony? Then buy those rights off you for cash."
"...Could that even work?"
"Hey, it's a country where ex-judges get cushy gigs as lawyers. Not impossible."
At my answer, Chaewon teased me with a playful smile.
"Hng, really? Guess I can't let Kim Cheolsu get too cocky with me, huh?"
"Quit fucking around and suck my dick, you bitch."
The words slipped out like they would outside. Chaewon's hand stopped softly again.
"Honey."
"Ah, sorry... It's just habit... I'm really sorry."
I apologized sincerely.
In this sanctuary, I couldn't use words like that.
For the sake of this peace, I could gladly tame the monster inside me.
Chaewon accepted my apology with another soft smile and resumed her strokes.
Then she slowly bent at the waist.
Her pregnancy-plumped, massive breasts hung down with gravity, her nipple brushing my lips.
I took it into my mouth without hesitation.
*Slurp... *slurp*...
Life-giving mother's milk spread through my mouth.
Mother's milk...
Not as tasty as you'd think.
I let that trivial thought drift by as I suckled my wife's breast on one side and fully enjoyed the sensation from her hand on the other.
This wasn't just sex.
In that peaceful bliss, I let go of my awareness.
"Hoo... fuck, I can't hold back. I won't go all the way in. Come on, please?"
At my pleading, Chaewon shook her head firmly.
"No."
"...Please? Come on?"
"Go upstairs and do it with Yura."
My wife said it so casually, like recommending tonight's dinner menu.
"........."
I was speechless for a moment. No jealousy, no anger—just offering an alternative to handle her husband's lust.
I made the world's saddest husband face, even tearing up, but it didn't faze her.
She just gently stroked my hair.
Like a mom scolding her immature son.
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After finishing my morning 'rituals,' I showered in the private bathroom of the CEO's office.
I donned a crisply ironed dress shirt and top-tier suit jacket on my upper body.
But my lower half? As is.
In the cold clarity of post-nut mode, I preferred working in the most comfortable, free state.
Then, the door to the CEO's office burst open without permission.
Only one person could open it like that.
Sure enough, Han Yura strode in, changed from workout gear into a perfect office look, tablet in hand.
The moment she saw me, she shot me a glare laced with annoyance and spat out her complaint.
"When you're working, can you not just let your dick flop around? At least wear some panties or something. Top half in luxury suit, bottom half dick swinging—what kind of fetish is that?"
Her blunt words made me chuckle.
No woman in my empire would dare say that to me.
Only Han Yura could pull off that informal gripe.
I leaned deep into my chair, crossed my legs, and looked up at her.
"Jealous? Strip your pussy bare and work too."
"Cut the bullshit and put some pants on before the meeting."
"Too annoying. Let's just do it here."
At my words, Yura—true to her personality of quitting unwinnable fights quick—sighed softly and plopped her ass down not across from me, but right next to me.
I naturally draped my arm over her shoulder.
Then, over her tailored suit, I squeezed her breast hard and asked.
"What's this sudden morning meeting about?"
"Eek... that hurts! Be gentle, you asshole. All that damn strength..."
"Quit whining and spit it out."
"Sigh... First up, the Blue Sky Games thing."
Her irritated voice turned back to ice-cold CFO mode the instant she said 'Blue Sky Games.'
Ignoring my hand now, she flicked on her tablet and pulled up a chart.
"Arcadia Chronicles, released last quarter—initial sales were meh, as expected. But starting last week, concurrent users exploded."
"Reason?"
"Celestia."
Short answer as she opened another file.
On screen: the music video for the girl group Celestia, newly debuted by Sky High Entertainment.
"Yuna, especially. Remember her?"
Han Yura said it casually, without a speck of jealousy.
"Her straight cam vid hit the YouTube algorithm and blew up. 5 million views. Group's popularity skyrocketed, and their model gig for Arcadia Chronicles rode the wave into reverse hype."
I watched Yuna on screen, dancing and flirting seductively.
Pure fairy on stage, but the sluttiest bitch in front of me.
That duality was clicking with the masses too, apparently.
"Bottom line: both gaming and entertainment divisions are on successful tracks. Now, how to link 'em for even bigger bucks—that's the real meeting topic today."
Han Yura finished her report and looked at me.
Her partner's gaze asking, 'So, what's your take?'
My post-nut brain crunched the complex calcs in a flash.
Gaming and entertainment.
Enter was a one-trick 'pussy house' play that surprisingly popped...
Either way, both settled in successfully and would churn steady cash cows.
But my main foe right now was Taesung Pharmaceuticals.
No bandwidth to focus on these two.
Best to hand 'em to my most capable proxy.
"Those two were yours anyway. Boil 'em, grill 'em—do whatever."
At my words, Han Yura's eyes widened. After staring blankly for a sec, a genuine exclamation burst out.
"...You asshole."
"In exchange, I'll swap the CEO title to you. Deal?"
"...Equity split? You and me, 30% each personal. Rest under company name."
From the woman I'd just handed two businesses worth billions: instant equity negotiation.
No thanks, no awe—just securing her cut first.
I loved that about her.
"Deal."
One word sealed the massive deal. Han Yura finally smiled, satisfied.
Like she'd already filed away the blockbuster transaction, she swiped her tablet to the next item.
"Cool. Next: Silla Biotech. Verified what Osea told us. Now we decide our response."
"Turn that bitch Cheon Hye-yeon into Pussy House Room 7?"
Han Yura pinched her brow and sighed at my words.
"Quit joking."
"Taesung's play is obvious. Post-election, first audit—they nitpick research ethics on Kim Seul-gi, scoop up inflated stocks cheap, sow discord with Chaewon as my legal wife, then snatch the royalties."
In post-nut mode, I'd already mapped every scenario of their plot perfectly.
"Who doesn't know that? How are we responding?"
"Told you. Pussy House Room 7."
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"Not kidding."
At my serious tone, Han Yura eyed me, then sighed long like she'd given up.
"Sigh... Fine. How're you gonna snag her?"
"Shock and awe."
"...No clue what that means, but you know you gotta be careful this time, right? We're up against a chaebol. Get serious."
At her genuine worry, I stood from the chair, approached her, and said with the most serious face.
"Okay. Then, Vice President?"
"...What?"
First time calling her by title—her eyes went wide in confusion.
I leaned to her ear and whispered.
"Spread those pussy lips, you cunt."