Chapter 160
Chapter 160
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 160
Chapter Title: Chaebol? I'll Give It a Shot Too
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Chaebol? Screw that, I'll give it a shot too.
Taesung Group headquarters, Executive Director's office.
As if last night's commotion had never happened, Seoul's morning shone dazzlingly bright.
zzzzz, zzzzz...
Cheon Hye-yeon sat in her seat, that massive chair, eyes closed.
In her office, only the faint hum of the electric toothbrush and her hot breaths, desperately stifled, echoed quietly.
Last night, her pride trampled by that rude upstart—she was restoring it in her own way.
But the more she tried to focus on the pleasure, the more that crude remark Kim Cheolsu had thrown at her last night popped into Cheon Hye-yeon's mind.
'Well, yeah, but... a bitch who looks that fucking delicious is the exception.'
His arrogant smile.
That blatant gaze scanning her up and down.
The moment that vulgar, filthy man's image surfaced, her pleasure twisted into disgust.
Dare he?
Unable to contain her rage, Cheon Hye-yeon roughly hurled the electric toothbrush, which had been pressing firmly against her clit over her suit pants, to the floor.
It clattered noisily against the marble.
"Haa, haa..."
She panted heavily.
The humiliation surged as even her most private moment was invaded by memories of that 'glitch' of a man. Just then, the desk phone rang sharply.
Cheon Hye-yeon irritably pressed the receiver button.
"I said no interruptions for thirty minutes?"
[I'm sorry, Executive Director. It's urgent...]
"Tch, urgent? What is it?"
[YouTube streamers are slandering Taesung Pharma.]
"......Just a couple of YouTubers yapping is urgent? Are you kidding me?"
Cheon Hye-yeon was dumbfounded.
The very idea that clownish beggars scraping by on internet streams— not even major media—would dare mention Taesung disgusted her.
[It's not just one or two. You need to check it out.]
"Fine."
Cheon Hye-yeon reluctantly hung up and pulled out her smartphone, searching 'Taesung Pharma' in the YouTube channel search bar.
And the search results that appeared utterly shattered her expectations.
Dozens of videos.
Sensational titles like 'Taesung Pharma's Hidden Corruption', 'Can You Trust Taesung Biosciences?' filled the list.
At the top, a thumbnail with a red warning mark.
Stock expert YouTuber 'BJ Khan's face appeared on Cheon Hye-yeon's screen.
[Breaking News: Taesung Pharma Caught Falsifying New Drug Clinical Data. Shocking Confession from Former Researcher.]
Cheon Hye-yeon's finger froze.
This wasn't mere clickbait.
It was a meticulously timed, perfectly engineered blatant 'attack'.
Starting at the exact same time as the humiliation she'd endured last night.
All expression drained from Cheon Hye-yeon's face.
She glared coldly at BJ Khan on the screen, denouncing Taesung Pharma.
'Kim Cheolsu...'
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Semen dripping down my thighs from beneath my massive cock, sprawled on the representative office sofa was Choi Yang, in full ahegao mode after taking my load just moments ago.
Not a stitch of clothing on her perfect nude body.
Her slender frame trembling like an overloaded machine.
And traces of pleasure still unswallowed, tongue lolling out as she gasped.
I gazed at the sight impassively.
Among the countless women in my empire, the most perfect 'tool'.
No jealousy, no greed, no questions.
Executing my every command flawlessly, absorbing my every desire.
Sometimes as a 'teaching aid' to break in other women, sometimes like this, as my personal 'fleshlight'.
Satisfied, I admired my 'masterpiece' before quietly turning toward the shower attached to the office.
Still some time before the 2 PM meeting with 'Number Six'.
After showering and toweling off, I stepped back into the office.
Choi Yang still lay sprawled on the sofa, lost in the afterglow.
And beside her, I witnessed an unexpected scene.
Han Yura, who had slipped into the office unnoticed, casually dipped two fingers into Choi Yang's pussy—still face-down on the sofa—pulled them out, and without hesitation, sucked off my semen coating them with a smacking sound.
"......What are you doing?"
My voice made her shoulders jolt.
Embarrassment at being caught in her primal addiction to my cum.
Han Yura flashed an awkward grin before swiftly changing the subject.
As expected, top-tier crisis management from the bitch.
"Anyway, Taesung's defending their stock price. Major media's running pro-Taesung articles."
She turned on her tablet and showed it to me like nothing happened.
"But is hitting them with YouTube the right move? Even if dumb retail investors impulse trade on YouTube hype and dump some shares, it won't mean shit for the price."
"It's meaningless, yeah."
I agreed with her analysis.
"What?"
"Scratching that arrogant bitch Cheon Hye-yeon's nerves, wasting her precious time on this petty crap. That's the real goal. Nobles don't know how to fight in the mud."
At my words, Han Yura licked her wet lips and shot me a sideways glance.
"Not just 'cause tormenting her gets you off?"
"......Nah?"
She snickered at my lame denial.
"Sure it's not. Wouldn't it be easier to just go head-to-head with the Taesung chairman? You could crash their charts if you really tried."
"A chaebol's power isn't just money. You know that."
I said seriously.
My post-nut clarity brain was calculating the most efficient way to topple that massive mountain.
A straightforward financial assault could backfire, drawing retaliation from other chaebols and the government.
"Connections and the system?"
Han Yura nailed the core of my thinking.
"Yeah. So first, we turn Taesung into a villain no one wants to touch or suck up to. Isolate them."
I explained the essence of my strategy.
Turn the giant mountain of Taesung into a lonely island no one would aid.
Only then did Han Yura grasp the true meaning behind this childish-seeming YouTube attack and nod.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The conference room's massive screen popped up with new YouTube videos nonstop.
Thumbnails swarmed with red warning marks and provocative text.
'Shocker! Taesung Pharma Hides Side Effects from Pregnant Women Clinical Trials?' 'Taesung Owner Family Overseas Real Estate Speculation Scandal' 'BJ Khan Emergency Interview: Truth Behind Taesung Bio's Clinical Success Fraud'
Videos packed with baseless speculation and malicious edits, yet views were exploding.
Comment sections boiled with anonymous mobs cursing and mocking Taesung Group.
Cheon Hye-yeon glared at the screen, lips pressed tight. Crude, low-class tactics.
But their destructive power was undeniable.
Public outrage could swallow everything like a tsunami.
"What the hell is PR doing? Delete that garbage immediately and fire off legal warnings for spreading false info!"
Her sharp voice echoed through the office. But the PR head's response was frustratingly vague.
"Videos are going up simultaneously across hundreds of channels. Even if we request takedowns, they reupload on new accounts right away. And..."
"And what?!"
"Public sentiment... it's way more negative than expected. Linking to Taesung's past scandals, comments like 'Knew it all along' dominate."
Cheon Hye-yeon clenched her fist.
The era of controlling media with money and crushing opposition with power was over.
A single smartphone screen could drag a mega-conglomerate's image to hell in seconds.
"Assemble a response team. YouTube experts, opinion manipulators, legal counsel—everyone. We can't lose this fight."
Her eyes gleamed coldly.
She resolved to dive fully into Kim Cheolsu's mudslinging war, dignity be damned for now.
"And..."
Cheon Hye-yeon hesitated briefly before issuing another order to her secretary.
"Contact Yoon Chaewon. Say we need to meet again this week."
Last night's final warning from Kim Cheolsu chilled her mind.
'Don't go sniffing around another man's wife.'
She was preparing to strike his weakest link, his sorest spot.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Cheongdam-dong's private membership lounge 'The Club'.
A space filled with antique furniture and artwork, perfectly sealed from the outside world.
There, Yoon Chaewon sat face-to-face with Cheon Hye-yeon.
"Chaewon, I was torn about showing you this... But as a fellow woman, I couldn't just let it slide."
Cheon Hye-yeon spoke gently, sliding her tablet toward Yoon Chaewon.
Yoon Chaewon said nothing, just hit play.
The screen showed a familiar space: her husband's representative office in Paju.
And inside, her husband Kim Cheolsu furiously fucking his partner Han Yura on the desk.
Soundless video.
But even without audio, she could almost hear the slapping flesh and Han Yura's rough, curse-laden moans.
Clear evidence of adultery, secretly filmed from the opposite building.
Yoon Chaewon watched quietly.
When it ended, she slowly looked up at Cheon Hye-yeon seated across from her.
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Well..."
Cheon Hye-yeon wore a look of genuine pity, brimming with sympathy.
"As a woman, I couldn't stand by... You're like a little sister; I just want to look out for you?"
Cheon Hye-yeon was certain the dumb bitch before her would crumble under her hypocritical lines and compassionate facade.
But Yoon Chaewon's reaction was 180 degrees from her expectations.
"Hmm... As a fellow woman, mind if I say something?"
No tremor in Yoon Chaewon's voice despite her husband's affair video.
If anything, an eerie calm.
Cheon Hye-yeon faltered briefly but quickly regained composure and replied elegantly.
"Of course, Chaewon."
Chaewon gently cradled her belly with both hands, as if to shield the baby from hearing.
Then, with ice-cold eyes fixed straight on Cheon Hye-yeon, she said lowly,
"You fucking bitch, cut the crap."
"......What did you say?"
A crack appeared for the first time in Cheon Hye-yeon's perfect smile.
"Your hubby must've warned you. Don't mess with me. You pathetic slut, dragging me here like some errand bitch."
The vulgar curses unimaginable from her mouth.
Cheon Hye-yeon could only stare at Yoon Chaewon, frozen in shock.