Chapter 163
Chapter 163
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 163
Chapter Title: Chaebol? Hell, I'll Give It a Shot.
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5 AM.
Paju's back mountain trails.
The crisp chill of the dawn air stinging my lungs was fleeting. Soon, the only sounds piercing the forest silence were my pounding heartbeat and Han Yura's ragged breaths as she pushed to keep up, alternating leads.
Our morning jogs always went like this.
I set the pace out front, and Han Yura clung to my heels with dogged determination.
Completing the picture was Lee Soo-hee, shadowing us at a fixed distance like a silent ghost.
Finally, we crested the summit, where the first light of dawn revealed all of Paju sprawling below.
Sweat-drenched Han Yura nearly collapsed right there on the spot.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her upright, and shoved her against one of the pavilion's pillars standing defiantly atop the peak.
"Hng…!"
This was part of the routine too.
Without a word, I yanked down her leggings to mid-thigh as she bent over and thrust her ass up invitingly.
I plunged straight into her sweat-slicked, steaming heat.
"Hngh! Urgh…!"
Doggy-style atop the summit, overlooking the waking city—it always hit different.
I was deep in the rhythm of my thrusts when it happened.
Lee Soo-hee, who had been standing behind me in her tracksuit with hands clasped behind her back as always, glided up silently and murmured at my ear.
"Comrade boss."
"Huff… huff… What? Want me to fuck you too?"
I shot back without breaking stride, my voice thick with sweat.
Lee Soo-hee didn't bat an eye at my crass joke and delivered her report.
"Not that. Someone's tailing us."
For a split second—less than an instant—my hips froze.
My mind went ice-cold.
Cheon Hye-yeon? Or some other bug I didn't know about?
"……Don't kill 'em."
"Understood."
I felt her melt back into the shadows, then refocused on the bitch in front of me.
Han Yura panted like she hadn't heard a thing, grinding her pussy back desperately. I gripped her ass cheeks hard with both hands.
The fleshy smack of crushed meat echoed as her back arched like a drawn bow.
"Hngh…! Ah… My ass… Fuck… Spank my ass…!"
I obliged her plea, slamming my hips even harder.
The summit morning heated up again with our grunts and the wet slap of flesh.
"Hngh…! Ah…!"
Han Yura's back arched one final, long time before going limp.
I finally stopped, unloading every drop of hot cum inside her.
The dawn air atop the peak was frigid, but our bodies steamed with heat.
Exhausted, Han Yura peeled herself off the pillar, staggering as she hauled her leggings back up her thighs.
I fished a cigarette from my pocket and lit up.
I exhaled a long plume—whoosh—and that signature post-nut clarity flooded my brain, sharp and cool.
Right then, Lee Soo-hee emerged from the woods and approached.
She waited until I'd smoked it down to the filter before speaking quietly.
Her expression was off, though. Not her usual blank mask—a hint of unease mixed in.
"Uh, comrade boss… This one's beyond my pay grade."
Hoo?
My eyebrow twitched with intrigue.
Lee Soo-hee, ex-North Korean elite spec ops, calling something beyond her? Not some punk or amateur tail.
Something fun was brewing.
I grinned and smacked Han Yura's ass—she was still catching her breath.
"Head down and clean up first. Looks like we got company."
I started down the mountain.
At the trailhead, I spotted my guards in a standoff, blocking someone's path.
Beyond them gleamed a top-tier black sedan utterly out of place in the early-morning wilds, flanked by suited goons.
And at their center, an old man leaning on a cane, standing serene as if drinking in the mountain air.
Whoa.
I let out an involuntary whistle.
Taesung Group Chairman Cheon Myeong-hwan in the flesh.
The old lion had come not to his own den, but straight to my front yard—right after I'd scratched my most primal itch.
I couldn't hold back the laugh and strode toward him.
This was gonna be way more fun than I'd thought.
At the trailhead, my guards had formed a human wall. Taesung's suits stood frozen opposite, both sides glaring without a twitch. Tense standoff.
I sauntered through the gap like I was brushing off minor obstacles blocking my way home.
"Well, damn. Never dreamed I'd run into a big shot like you out here."
I snickered, cranking up the trashy thug vibe on purpose.
One of my all-female security detail stepped forward protectively. I slapped her ass with a loud crack!.
"Move it, you bitches. We got royalty here."
My guards retreated stone-faced, no reaction.
Any normal mark would've hardened at the rude provocation. But,
"Hahaha…"
Chairman Cheon cracked an amused smile instead.
He watched my vulgar antics and profanity like they were a kid's playful antics.
"Quite the bold young man."
Heh.
I was impressed inwardly. He saw right through the provocation—not knee-jerk rage or disdain, but calm interest.
'Way more entertaining than his daughter.'
I flashed him a toothy grin.
He smiled back.
Like beasts flashing fangs, a strange rapport passed between us.
"Care for some tea? This old-timer could use a hit of that youthful vigor."
He nodded toward his black sedan—probably stocked with a premium tea set inside.
I shook my head theatrically.
"Skip the tea. There's a killer gukbap joint just down the road. How about soup and a shot of soju?"
His suits and my guards alike flashed bewilderment at the offer.
Korea's top conglomerate titan, first meeting at a dingy dawn trailhead gukbap dive? Unthinkable.
But Cheon wasn't your average geezer.
He eyed me steadily, then barked a short laugh.
"Not a bad idea."
"Your treat? Nah, I'm buying—guest and all."
I upped the ante.
In this context, "buying" wasn't just about the bill.
"Well, if you're insisting, I won't stand on ceremony."
He brushed off the jab like pleasant banter.
Now I was sure.
His daughter's an open book on her face. This guy's poker-faced as hell.
A merchant without blood or tears.
We signaled our respective guards and girls to stand down. Suits and my crew parted ways in sync, like they'd rehearsed.
Korea's corporate overlord lion and the young monster come to upend the board.
We walked side by side down the quiet dawn street to a steaming gukbap hole-in-the-wall for soup and soju.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Slurp, slurrrp.
Aaah… kyaah…
A nameless gukbap joint at the foot of Paju's small mountain.
In the early-dawn eatery, only the sounds of me and Chairman Cheon scraping our bowls clean and filling-emptying soju glasses echoed repeatedly.
Cheon cradled his steaming stone bowl in both hands, slurping every last drop like a man possessed.
No pretense, no face-saving—just pure, natural gusto, like it never existed.
'Damn, this old man could go viral on a mukbang stream.'
I admired him inwardly while picking him apart.
This wasn't acting.
Memories from his youth or startup days, filling his gut in dives like this, etched into his bones.
A true beast who'd clawed up from the gutter, blood on his hands—not some greenhouse princess like his daughter.
Cheon downed his last shot, slammed the empty glass down with a satisfied kya, and fixed me with those all-seeing eyes.
Finally, he spoke.
"Gukbap and a shot of soju. That's living. Right, CEO Kim?"
No thorns, no agenda—just straightforward.
But I knew. This was the signal: probing phase over.
I toyed with my empty glass, meeting his gaze head-on.
"Yeah. Some folks chow down on this stuff, while others bleed 'em dry for it."
I grinned.
"I figure that's the real world, Chairman."
His faint smile deepened at my reply.
Time for the real negotiation.
"How far you planning to take it?"
He asked first, casual as an old man querying a kid's life plans.
I slid my empty glass toward him, silently demanding a refill.
"Rock bottom rules, for starters. Someone picks a fight? You charge in eyes rolled back, win or die."
"Even against a huge mismatch?"
"Pfft, fights aren't about size."
I knocked back the pour in one go. Kuh.
"Grit and savagery. No holds barred."
"Exactly. That's survival…"
He murmured agreement, a flicker of bitterness crossing his face.
"Wish my Hye-yeon picked up a bit of that from you."
"…You're not here for tutoring referrals. What's the deal?"
I sliced through the sentimentality.
His fatherly mask vanished, replaced by the cold businessman.
"Ceasefire. No—armistice."
"Quitting quick?"
He shook his head at my sneer.
"I'm a merchant. No interest in losing wars. Even if Taesung wins, what's left? Stir this mess just to swallow some 'Blue Sky Investment' that only eats local in Paju? Bad math."
"We boast top-tier returns in the biz."
He chuckled at my retort.
"True, your money game's killer. But that's not my lane."
Cheon scraped the last grain from his bowl.
Then, the real reveal.
"I'm in the people business."
Taesung Scholarship Foundation's web across Korea.
Sponsoring poor, smart kids into civil service, cops, prosecutors, judges, doctors, lawyers—packing the 'professional' fields with their eggs.
This old hustler eyed me like prime merchandise, greed burning.
I wasn't the enemy.
I was the crown jewel for his collection.
I barked a disbelieving laugh.
"…Here to recruit a son-in-law?"
He didn't flinch at the jab.
Presented it like standard terms.
"Divorce her."
"……"
"Remarry my Hye-yeon. Taesung's yours."
Every sound in the gukbap joint vanished.
Steam from the bowls, fridge hum, owner's cough.
Even the endless post-nut calculations in my head stalled before this absurd pitch.
I stared at the old man across from me.
This mad bastard wasn't here to kill or rob me.
He was dangling his daughter and his lifetime empire as bait to swallow me whole.
I started with a smirk.
It grew into full-blown laughter that shook the shop.
"Puhahaha! Ahahaha!"
This beat any fight I'd imagined. Way more fun.