Chapter 166
Chapter 166
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 166
Chapter Title: Chaebol? Screw That, I'll Give It a Shot Too
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Late afternoon, in the president's office of 'Blue Sky Investment'.
"Hngh, ah, ah! P-President!"
The general election was just around the corner.
Congresswoman Oh needed my full-throated support, and I needed to remind her—once again, deep in her womb—who the real 'master' of this empire was.
I was pounding away from behind as she bent over my desk, necktie still on, thrusting like a beast.
The closer the election got, the more she'd start entertaining stray thoughts.
Every time that happened, I'd have to remind her periodically—and roughly—who was the one pinning that congressional badge on her chest.
For a good long while, the only sounds filling the office were Congresswoman Oh's moans and the slap of my hips.
Right then—
Beep.
Choi Yang's voice came through the intercom on my desk.
I didn't stop moving, just growled at it.
"I told you not to interrupt me when I'm balls-deep, you fucking bitch. Unless it's urgent, get ready for a fist in your ass."
[A guest is here.]
My brows furrowed for a split second.
Ever since my name started getting around in investment circles, these uninvited pests had been multiplying.
Random nobodies who'd heard my name somewhere, barging in unannounced begging for investments.
A pain in the ass, every time.
I kept thrusting and growled again.
"Fuck, just tell 'em I'm busy and send 'em packing."
[I figured you'd bitch about it later if I did.]
Choi Yang's voice was as flat as ever, but there was a subtle hesitation in it.
Only then did I finally stop my hips.
Congresswoman Oh panted raggedly beneath me.
"Who is it? Mayor grandpa? That old fart's got stamina—hit up a room last night and he's back already? Share the goods if you've got something good..."
[Executive Director Cheon Hye-yeon is here.]
The name hit me like a brick, and my hips froze mid-thrust.
Cheon Hye-yeon?
What the hell was that psycho bitch doing here?
Snitching to her daddy wasn't enough for her?
"...You sure she didn't bring a gang of thugs?"
I shoved the heaving Congresswoman Oh off me, bracing for trouble.
But Choi Yang's response on the intercom shattered every expectation.
[No.]
She said it with the tiniest tilt of her head, almost like she was puzzled herself.
[She brought cake.]
"...Huh?"
A genuine exclamation slipped out of me.
'Old man gets shit done fast, damn.'
Our dawn meeting at the 24-hour soup joint.
Less than a day had passed since.
In that short time, he'd sized up the whole situation, crunched the numbers, and shipped his daughter out as the 'trade goods'.
I gestured for Congresswoman Oh to throw on some clothes and scram out the back door, then hit the intercom button.
"Send her in."
I settled into my chair for a moment, mulling over the encounter ahead.
My usual opener with women was dropping my zipper and dangling my 24cm cock in their face.
The most primal, unmistakable way to say, 'This is your master.'
Hmm...
But this one was still a wild card. Unbroken territory.
She could snap a pic and slap me with a sexual harassment lawsuit, the crazy bitch.
I chuckled wryly, tucked my dick back into my panties regretfully, and behaved.
Moments later, the president's office door opened quietly.
Behind Choi Yang—with a faint smear of whipped cream on her lips—stood Cheon Hye-yeon.
Poised, elegant, refined. A modern noblewoman.
Personified.
She approached with dignified steps, a picture-perfect smile on her lips.
But her eyes weren't smiling at all.
That look overlaid with the image of Chairman Taesung from our dawn table—the sly old fox.
'Damn, genetics are scary as hell.'
For a moment, I prayed to some nonexistent god that the kid growing in Chaewon's belly right now wouldn't take after me.
Wouldn't inherit those monstrous eyes.
I grinned.
As if forgetting my musing from seconds ago, I addressed Cheon Hye-yeon standing before me in the most sycophantic, vulgar tone imaginable.
"Well, well, what brings a distinguished lady like you to this shitty, rundown dump?"
At my provocation, she approached my desk with that perfect smile still in place.
She quietly set the cake box she'd brought down on my desk.
Then, looking me straight in the eye without a hint of hesitation, she said:
"Give me Taesung. And I'll be your stepping stone."
"..."
My mind blanked for a second.
Apology? Threat? Revenge?
Whatever I'd expected, her opening line blew right past it all.
"...Straight fastball from the jump?"
At my stammered response, Cheon Hye-yeon nodded.
Her smile remained flawless, but those eyes still weren't laughing.
"We're going to be husband and wife anyway. No secrets between us, right?"
She said it casually, like she was discussing some foregone conclusion.
Her father's 'marriage' bait? She'd turned it into her weapon, her trophy, and was swinging it right in my face.
This psycho bitch wasn't here to play puppet for her old man.
She'd come to start a new deal—with her father and me on the table.
I leaned back in my chair and let out a hollow laugh.
"Hmm, the chairman and I haven't finalized the terms yet, though?"
At my jab, she replied with that same painted-on smile.
"Mind if I hear the conditions?"
Her demeanor was as cool as a consultant at an M&A negotiation table.
"Sure. Listen up."
I stood from my chair and faced her head-on.
Staring straight into her eyes, I recited verbatim the conversation I'd had with her father at dawn.
"The executive director spot? That's 'concubine' territory."
"..."
"Even if you bear my child, don't you dare dream of taking my family name. You'll live as 'Cheon' your whole life—a 'concubine' like you see in dramas all the time. The kind who has to smile through getting slapped by the legal wife, you pathetic bitch."
I put extra emphasis on 'concubine'.
"In exchange, I'll leave the 'Taesung' name intact. That's what I proposed to the chairman, and he hasn't decided yet."
I waited for rage, humiliation, or despair to erupt on her face.
But she just listened quietly.
After a moment, she dropped the smile for the first time.
A perfect mask of blank emotion.
She looked up at me squarely and dropped her first line outside all my predictions.
"Eh, not bad."
"...What?"
"I'd gladly be the pathetic bitch who smiles after getting slapped by your wife."
She accepted the insult I'd hurled like it was her own valuation.
"But, President Kim Cheolsu."
Her cold eyes pierced me.
"Nothing in this world is free, right?"
"..."
"So what are you giving me in exchange for making this 'pathetic bitch' your 'concubine'?"
She didn't mention her father's deal anymore.
She was laying herself out as the 'product' and asking me directly for the price.
This psycho saw one step further than her own old man.
"Ha, wanna haggle?"
I laughed, half in disbelief, half intrigued.
Cheon Hye-yeon nodded like she'd been waiting.
"Yes. What you give me, what I give you. Our 'values' have to match."
She tapped the cake box on my desk with a fingernail.
"Pathetic bitch, concubine bitch, 'legal wife'—whatever the seat, its price gets set in this deal, doesn't it?"
The moment 'legal wife' left her lips, the smile vanished from my face.
I leaned deep back in my chair and spoke coldly.
"Legal wife spot's off the table. Non-negotiable."
It was the sole law of my empire—the ultimate taboo no one touched.
But Cheon Hye-yeon shook her head, as if mocking my warning.
"Is there any seat in this world without a price?"
She leaned toward me and whispered like a devil.
"Think big, us."
This woman was trying to slap a price tag on my sanctuary.
The foundation of everything I had—my one true weakness—she saw it as the juiciest property on the block.
I glared at her for a beat, then opened my mouth, resolved.
This was my bottom line—and a new game thrown her way.
"Illegitimate child. Gets my name, proof-of-paternity certificate and all. Up to that's fine. Beyond that? Absolutely not. Keep that in mind and let's deal."
At my offer, Cheon Hye-yeon's eyes flickered this time.
I hadn't yielded the 'legal wife' spot, but I'd cracked the door to 'official heir' status—leagues beyond 'concubine'.
She spun her wheels fast, hunting for loopholes.
"You're not gonna ask for a renunciation-of-inheritance waiver or anything, right?"
"I'm not the type to pull that shit on my own kid."
I said it firmly.
"Won't do it to my daughter Haneul either. Even if she can't take the Kim name, I don't block my kids' rights with some scrap of paper."
At my answer, Cheon Hye-yeon went quiet for a moment.
She studied me like I was some alien species.
Like she'd spotted some 'principle' in the ruthless monster she couldn't wrap her head around.
"Hng, I see..."
She murmured softly.
And soon after, she slipped back into perfect 'merchant' mode, opening the new round of bargaining.
"So, what's your 'pussy price'?"
At my crude word choice, her eyebrow twitched ever so slightly.
"Treating me like a whore's a bit unpleasant."
"You're just expensive as fuck—don't get prideful when you're here to sell it anyway."
I piled on the filth, aiming to shatter her composure completely.
I wanted to etch into this haughty bitch's bones that I set the rules of this game.
But she defied expectations again.
She brushed off my final insult like wind rustling leaves.
And began explaining her true 'product value'.
"You know Taesung's control structure, right?"
At her question, Taesung Group's tangled web of ownership bloomed in my mind.
Circular investment structure.
At the top: a tiny, unlisted family holding company.
That one outfit controlled the entire rest of the affiliates.
No matter how many scattered market shares I scooped up to storm the board and sabotage the owner's every move, full acquisition was impossible.
It was an impregnable fortress shielding the owner family from any outside assault.
Only then did I grasp the real meaning of her 'deal'.
This psycho was ripping out her own heart, offering to trade it for the fortress key.
'The "kill daddy and take the throne" play from the game—right here in the flesh.'
She wasn't Taesung's princess anymore.
She was the corrupted prince straight out of the game, out to slay her father and claim the crown.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the madwoman in front of me.