Chapter 167
Chapter 167
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 167
Chapter Title: Chaebol? Fuck It, I'll Do It Myself
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Chaebol? Whatever, I'll give it a shot too.
A woman blinded by greed,
the kind that stirs my lust.
"Well then, shall we check the quality of the merchandise now?"
My hand was just about to explore the curve of her ass over the white suit that perfectly accentuated Cheon Hye-yeon's figure.
Thwack.
Her hand lightly, but firmly, blocked my wrist.
It wasn't a violent slap or shove.
Just a cold, restrained motion conveying a clear 'no.'
She pushed my hand away and gracefully stepped back.
"Hmph, backing out now?"
I sneered at her refusal, as if it proved some pathetic hesitation about our deal.
But for the first time, she countered my mockery with a genuine smile laced with contempt.
"Unlike Yoon Chaewon, I'm not cheap."
"Hey."
In an instant, an icy voice slipped from my lips, one I hadn't even realized was there.
The intrigue and leisure from moments ago had vanished without a trace.
The cool calculations of post-nut clarity dominating my mind were now drowned in a single emotion.
Raw, blazing fury.
"……"
Cheon Hye-yeon faced the murderous intent pouring from my eyes without flinching.
Gritting my teeth, I spat out each word like it was poison.
"Say that shit one more time, and I'll rip your fucking mouth open."
Her eyes didn't fill with fear at my threat.
Instead, they sparkled with pure curiosity, like a scientist discovering an unexpected reaction from an alien specimen.
"Surprisingly romantic, aren't you?"
She had probed my deepest reverse scale and was now observing it with fascination.
I forcibly suppressed my killing intent and issued one final warning.
Regaining my reason made my voice all the more menacing.
"Watch yourself. No second chances."
"Yes."
She replied curtly, looking utterly satisfied.
With that single word, a suffocating silence settled over the office.
I reined in my recent rage and tried to gauge her intentions.
This crazy bitch had deliberately provoked me to test the absolute line I wouldn't cross, mapping the limits of my behavior.
Having finished her reconnaissance, Cheon Hye-yeon moved first.
She gracefully walked to the sofa in my office and sat down.
As if the tense standoff from before had never happened, she elegantly crossed her legs and looked up at me.
"Now that we've each peeked at the other's cards, shall we get serious?"
Her voice had returned to that of a perfect merchant, devoid of all emotion.
My empty CEO office suddenly felt like a VIP room in Las Vegas where deals worth hundreds of millions were on the table.
Leaning against my desk, I looked down at her on the sofa.
She smirked provocatively and said,
"Lady first? Or is our future 'husband' too much of a thug for that?"
"You first?"
I threw her words back, translated into the crudest terms.
She didn't bat an eye at my word choice and nodded.
"Yes. I don't like taking losses."
She was pushing her interests without a single concession.
A hollow laugh escaped me at her attitude.
'Fine. Game on, then.'
I pushed off the desk and sank deep into the single-seater sofa opposite her.
Now our eye levels were exactly the same.
"We'll build a Silla Biotek research complex in Paju. I'll put up 200 billion, Taesung matches with 200 billion."
This was an irresistible business proposal, the kind she and her father couldn't ignore.
Leveraging Nobel laureate Kim Seul-gi's name value, while giving Taesung a foot in the door on the 'asset' they'd targeted from the start.
At my offer, Cheon Hye-yeon narrowed her eyes, as if running calculations.
Once done, without a word, she smoothly slipped off her white suit jacket.
In that graceful motion, the lines of her silk blouse hugging her figure came into view.
"Ha, fuck... You think stripping one piece covers it? Your pussy hole's priced like a premium slut."
To my crude taunt, she replied without twitching an eyebrow.
"Hardly. I'm not that unscrupulous."
"Then spit it out."
"How about Taesung's list of politicians on the payroll?"
For a moment, I raised the corner of my mouth in interest.
"Taesung scholarship kids?"
"Some, and others just bought outright with cash."
"Just the list?"
"We'll host a party soon."
She crossed her legs again, maintaining perfect elegance.
"Join as a VVIP and give a killer investment speech. Then I'll personally introduce you to each one."
Connections...
Not a bad deal.
The kind a gutter rat like me, raised in an orphanage, couldn't easily get.
Paju's donation angel act and grooming that political hack Oceania.
Money I could print endlessly, but breaking into their decades-old network was a whole different game.
This woman knew exactly that money meant little to someone like me, churning out machine-precise returns.
And she was scratching precisely where I itched.
"The New York lawsuit gets dropped the day my kid is born."
This was my bottom line, a clear timeline for her.
My child being born in peace.
That was the precondition for this entire deal.
At my firm declaration, Cheon Hye-yeon let out an intrigued "Hm?"
Testing me, she asked,
"You sure it's okay to be so direct? What if I record you?"
"At this point?"
I chuckled and shot back.
We were already sitting with knives to each other's throats.
What meaning did a recording hold in this setup?
Besides, I'd only mentioned the "New York lawsuit"—not a word about Taesung's clinical trial subject suing their U.S. subsidiary in America.
I always left an escape hatch when setting traps.
At my relaxed attitude, she conceded.
"Fair point."
Cheon Hye-yeon shrugged and slowly began unbuttoning her white silk blouse.
One,
and another.
With each button undone, flawless white skin and the full, heavy breasts atop it were revealed.
That voluptuous flesh came into view.
Finally, with all buttons loose, her underwear peeked through the open blouse.
A micro leopard-print bra, barely covering Cheon Hye-yeon's elegant nipples and areolas.
My gaze naturally locked there.
"Heh, fuck. So you know how to get a guy hard."
To my exclamation, she smiled seductively and asked,
"Like it?"
"Yeah. But that's not the end, right?"
I was eyeing not just her body, but the real 'deal item' hidden within.
At my words, she replied as if she'd been waiting.
"Of course. Curious about my siblings' names, by any chance?"
Taesung Chairman Cheon Myung-hwan's official child was just Cheon Hye-yeon.
She'd casually dropped her father's biggest skeleton:
his hidden 'illegitimate kids.'
"...Fucking hell, you bitch. You gonna use that to drag your daddy off the throne?"
She nodded with a soft smile.
"Is there a surer stock-dropper than owner risk?"
Pointing at the cake on the desk, she said with the innocent face of the world's purest wife,
"I just don't want my hardworking... 'husband's' money wasted. Isn't that what 'supporting you' means?"
Her perfectly insane logic left me speechless for a moment.
Handing me the knife to dethrone her own father, calling it 'support' for her future husband.
This crazy bitch.
She's almost lovable.
"I love 'owning' things, but couldn't care less about managing or using what's owned."
I declared, staring her straight in the eye.
Eat Taesung, and the kingdom's yours.
Perfectly reading my intent, she bit her lip slightly.
Then slowly rose from her seat.
Her hand went to the zipper of her white suit skirt.
"I'm not a virgin."
She stated it flatly, like a business report.
"……"
"But the only man who's ever gone raw inside me... will be you."
Not cock, dick, or rod—but 'manhood.'
Even offering herself as merchandise, she remained ruthlessly elegant.
Shhh—
Cheon Hye-yeon's white skirt slid silently down to her ankles.
A thin leopard-print thong crossed her perfectly shaved pubic mound.
That narrow scrap barely covered her clit and slit, but its presence only plunged deeper into her pussy lips, making her thick labia vulgarly bulge out.
At that sight, holding onto reason was impossible.
I pulled out my cock and growled like a beast.
"Suck it, you fucking bitch."
But instead of obediently kneeling, she shook her head with a leisurely smile.
"Don't rush. The deal's not done yet."
"You got more?"
"Of course."
She touted her merchandise value once more.
"The 'dowry' gift I've prepared is quite substantial."
"Hoo... Fuck, you're turning me on so bad... Out with it."
Unable to hold back, I jerked my chin at her.
Then she dropped words beyond all my expectations.
"Honey."
"...Honey?"
"Don't like it? Then... darling?"
She called me with natural innocence, as if we were already married.
At that, I finally burst out laughing.
"Puhaha...! You fucking lunatic. Whatever, lay it on me."
"Yes, honey... Do you like cars, by any chance?"
"Cars? Not really. You're not seriously gifting me a car, are you?"
At my lukewarm response, she stepped closer, a handspan away, and whispered low.
"This is off the record. Only talked about among our top 1%."
"……"
"Double Dragon Motors is hitting the market soon."
The name alone sent my mental calculator into overdrive.
Korea's major automaker.
But also a ticking time bomb, plagued by management woes since the IMF crisis.
And now, it's up for sale.
This was a trillions-won game.
"You want me to buy it? I don't have that cash on hand."
She smiled as if expecting that.
"Well, not yet. But, darling."
"Yeah."
"I did say 'dowry.'"
"...You're gonna buy that for me?"
"If my 'darling' lends a little help... it could happen."
In my head, post-nut clarity rapidly crunched Double Dragon's current and future value.
Market share under 5%. Pickups sell okay, rest is dogshit.
But...
The allure of this asset boiled down to one thing.
The auto industry props up a nation's manufacturing base.
In other words, 'power.'
Tens of thousands of jobs, massive factory sites, nationwide sales and service networks—and the political clout to deal with the government on that basis.
I finally spoke.
"What exactly is this 'little help'?"
To my question, she answered as if waiting—but in a totally different tone.
"Honey."
"Yeah."
"Aren't we making a deal?"
She just smiled seductively.
"Pfft, fuck... Used pussy acting all high-class?"
Even at the direct insult and humiliation, Cheon Hye-yeon smiled lightly and climbed onto me on the sofa.
Then, very slowly, looking into my face, she lowered her hips onto my rock-hard, excited cock.
"I'm a premium item. And I deliver value for the price."
Cheon Hye-yeon braced on my chest with both hands and slowly lowered her hips.
The moment her pussy flesh, hidden by that vulgar leopard-print scrap, touched my glans—
She stopped abruptly, panting hot breaths, and asked me,
"So, what 'engagement gift' will my fiancé give me?"
Right before giving herself completely, she was demanding commensurate payment.
As if she wouldn't allow this sweet hell until she heard my answer.