Chapter 168
Chapter 168
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 168
Chapter Title: Chaebol? Whatever, I'll Give It a Shot Myself.
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Cheon Hye-yeon was demanding a price worthy of it, right on the verge of handing herself completely over to me.
She made it clear she wouldn't permit this sweet hell until she heard my answer.
I looked at her and smirked, pulling out my "engagement gift."
"I won't treat you like a concubine. From now on, you're my second wife."
I whispered it in her ear, like a king bestowing a title.
"Can't make it a legal marriage, but you won't suffer any grievances because of that."
She didn't smile at my proposal.
Instead, she threw a sharp question at me, as if piercing straight to my core.
"You must really love Yoon Chaewon, huh?"
That question left me speechless for a moment.
I wasn't sure.
Whether this twisted obsession with Chaewon was love, or just my greed for the perfect "family" I'd never had as a kid.
While I was lost in thoughts of Chaewon, Cheon Hye-yeon didn't let the opportunity slip.
She shoved aside the cheap lingerie digging into her plump labia and slowly lowered her hips onto me.
Her thick folds gripped my throbbing, engorged glans tight.
Her waist trembled faintly.
"Ugh... haa... Isn't it... a bit too big?"
"Doesn't your womb pound just thinking about it slamming in?"
"Who knows..."
Leaning against my chest, she looked up at me.
"I'm not really the type who enjoys sex that much."
Even then, the vise-like grip of her pussy told no lies.
I placed both hands on her waist, right over the barely-there straps of her leopard-print thong.
"Hngh!"
I gripped her silky, satin-smooth body and yanked her down to the hilt.
My massive glans tore through uncharted territory, burying itself in her deepest depths.
Cheon Hye-yeon bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle the scream trying to burst out.
Everything about her clung stickily to my cock.
Hot, writhing walls riddled with countless ridges squeezed me like mad.
Not quite Lee Soo-hee class destructive power, but a cut above Han Yura or Choi Yang.
For a moment, I thought of Chaewon—my sanctuary.
And compared them coolly.
A second wife's pussy that tasted better than the first wife's.
I liked this product.
I leaned into her trembling ear, whispering with satisfaction as I held back the pleasure.
"Ever passed out mid-fuck and pissed yourself?"
"......No."
She barely managed the answer, swallowing hard.
I gripped her plump, meaty ass with both hands for support and slowly stood up.
I felt none of her weight hanging off me.
My strength, remodeled by the "Vitality King" project, had long surpassed human limits.
As I rose effortlessly with my cock still buried deep, a startled Cheon Hye-yeon reflexively threw her arms around my neck and clung tight to keep from falling.
Her legs dangled in the air; only our joined sexes held us together.
I murmured low in her ear, like a teacher starting a new sex ed lesson.
"Ever heard of 'standing pound'?"
Realizing what I meant, her eyes filled with fear and excitement, trembling faintly.
SLAM!!!
I didn't wait for an answer. I snapped my hips once, hard, the sound of flesh crashing echoing.
My heavy cock speared her deepest core.
I vividly felt her cervix crush against my glans tip.
"......"
Cheon Hye-yeon didn't cry out from the intense sensation.
She just gasped raggedly, mouth gaping wide, clear tears beading at the corners of her vacant, blissed-out eyes in a perfect ahegao.
'Full throttle.'
If I swung this 'lethal weapon' at full power, even a slut like Han Yura would piss herself and drool, collapsing in ruin.
How much worse for this flower raised in a greenhouse her whole life?
I started thrusting my hips upward mercilessly.
She couldn't even breathe properly in time with my pounding.
"Guhk... heuk... euk... guhk... guhk...... heuk......"
"Fuck, shit. So goddamn good, you bitch..."
SLAM SLAM, SLAM SLAM, SLAM SLAM, SLAM-!
Taesung's CEO office on the third floor.
In the very space where countless women had been fucked under my lust, Cheon Hye-yeon finally rolled her eyes back and passed out.
Her body went limp like an onahole hanging off me, hot yellow piss gushing from between her thighs.
I paused my movements and looked down at her, perfectly broken in my arms.
The product's quality was beyond satisfying.
"Oh? Ahegao after ages..."
I just grinned and kept savoring my second wife's pussy,
still buried balls-deep as I shifted her in my arms,
grabbed my phone.
Lemme see...
I got his card at that soup joint...
I rummaged one-handed through the messy desk.
Finally found it: the business card for "Taesung Group Chairman Cheon Myeong-hwan," checked the number, and dialed.
Before the second ring, a familiar low voice answered.
I looked down at his unconscious daughter cradled in my arms and shouted in the world's most affable, eager voice.
"Aigoo, Father-in-law~!!"
[......A bit sudden... but good news, I suppose. So, you've decided?]
"Ah, well, you see... Hye-yeon, she..."
I trailed off deliberately.
In the silence on the line, I pictured the future I'd dreamed of.
I'd always wanted to try it once.
Fishing with Father-in-law, drinking, even hitting the room salons.
Chaewon's mom—my mother-in-law—is sweet as can be to me...
But I couldn't exactly go to the bathhouse and scrub backs with her.
For that harmonious family, I was ready to play the "good son-in-law" snitching on his daughter's misdeeds.
For the record, I'd never once agreed to pull him from the chairman's seat during our dealings.
It was just her one-sided "dowry" proposal.
So right now, I was fucking righteous.
After a pause, I put on a worried son-in-law act and continued.
"Father-in-law, it's nothing much... but Hye-yeon just came by our company? Wait... anyway, she shows up and says..."
I dragged it out on purpose.
"Get this—she proposes shoving you out of the chairman's seat to take over Taesung! I wanna stay loyal to you, but Hye-yeon's got some misguided ideas. I'm worried, so I called. You gotta set her straight."
A long silence on the line.
That old fox who saw through everything would grasp my play perfectly.
Moments later, his low, complex voice came through.
[I see.... Not sure if I should say I raised her well or failed... Anyway, let's grab a drink when you're free.]
"Yes, Father-in-law."
Call ended.
I set the phone down quietly and gazed at Cheon Hye-yeon, limp and unconscious in my arms.
Now, she'd never dare covet the position of my first wife—my sanctuary, Yoon Chaewon.
Mission success.
I flashed a satisfied smile and tossed this "second wife" who'd served her purpose onto the sofa.
Then tapped the intercom button on my desk.
"Tissues."
One word. That was enough.
The door opened soon after, and my perfect secretary, Choi Yang, walked in.
Her usual blank expression, indifferent to worldly affairs.
She acted like the chaebol heiress sprawled half-naked on the guest sofa,
the lingering ammonia stench in the air, the traces of moans—none of it registered.
I perched sideways on the desk edge, jerking my chin toward my crotch in silent command.
Choi Yang knelt before me without a second's hesitation or question.
Then, with practiced ease, unbuckled me and lowered her head to take my still-throbbing cock in her mouth.
Her tongue struck my pleasure centers with mechanical precision, zero error.
Feeling her short bob brush my thighs, I closed my eyes and mapped out what came next.
On the chessboard in my mind, I checked my first piece.
Cheon Hye-yeon, blackened into a raging bitch "true" self after Daddy sold her out.
Since I'd snitched her betrayal straight to her father, she wouldn't pull any schemes against me and Cheon Myeong-hwan anytime soon.
The real problem...
Was Cheon Myeong-hwan.
That old man was a different breed from disposable bait like her.
No matter that his daughter tried pulling a "succeeding-you-father" to dethrone him—she was a (true) bitch, but incomparable to that sly fox.
The geezer didn't blurt demands outright like her, nor blacken and rush like his daughter.
Chose to ally with me, a "merchant" who avoids pointless fights to protect the Taesung name?
Hmm... maybe?
I recalled his eyes at the soup joint.
Not the eyes of a surrendering beast.
The eyes of an old tiger crouching, waiting for the next move.
If he didn't show his hand first, I'd force him to.
But no need to rush.
Would he really sit idle prepping his next play until Chaewon gave birth?
Doubtful, but a geezer versed in prenups, prenats, contracts, even room salons wouldn't impulse like his daughter.
He was the annoyingly patient type.
But even that patience had cracks.
Find the gap and shove in—that's all.
Thoughts cleared, the pleasure from below sharpened.
All tangled variables sorting into a perfect scenario.
This intellectual orgasm was the true essence of post-nut clarity.
I opened my eyes and gently pressed down on Choi Yang's head as she worked.
"Mmgh..."
The sensation of her fully trained throat swallowing my cock smoothly, clenching reflexively.
Just as I gripped her hair to use her like an onahole—
BAM!!!
The CEO office door flew open like it might shatter.
"Comrade President, Madam's in an ambulance to the OB-GYN!"
Lee Soo-hee.
Her face, never once losing composure, was deathly pale.
Her words hit my ears like thunder, and the world froze.
The plans for Cheon Myeong-hwan filling my head, my massive chaebol ambitions—all vanished like white smoke.
Brain stalled.
...Fuck?
Her due date's over a week away!
Thought and body launched simultaneously.
I shoved Choi Yang's head aside roughly and bolted for the door like a beast.
In that instant, nothing registered—not Cheon Hye-yeon on the sofa, not Choi Yang slumped on the floor.
Only Chaewon.
Desperate voice from behind: Lee Soo-hee yelling.
"Comrade President, put your pants on! Pants!!!!!!"
Only then did I glance down.
Buckle undone, zipper wide open—my vein-bulging cock flopping free.
Ah, fuck.
No time for shame.
I yanked my pants up haphazardly as I sprinted down the hall.
In that ridiculous state, I raced toward the most important thing in my life at full speed.