Chapter 178
Chapter 178
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 178
Chapter Title: The Old Fox and the Tiger Cub
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늙은 여우와 새끼 호랑이.
The location of their second meeting was a private room restaurant in Cheongdam-dong—a place Park Sunwoo had never set foot in his entire life.
The soft lighting, low classical music, and wide spacing between tables created a space where every conversation became a secret.
"This is my first time in a place like this... feels a bit awkward."
Park Sunwoo muttered in a rustic tone, and Han Yura, seated across from him, smiled gently.
"Someone as accomplished as you, Professor, deserves to be treated like this anytime."
She wore a perfect mask, steering the conversation like a skilled psychologist.
She delved even deeper this time, sharing more intimate stories.
"Professor, based on the materials you gave me last time, I went back and thoroughly reread your old papers. I was especially struck by your description of how, during the 1920s Rice Production Expansion Plan, Japanese landlords went beyond simple economic exploitation to dismantle the tenant farmers' communal culture. How did you obtain the original text of the 'Miyazaki Prefecture Agricultural Cooperative Report' cited in your footnote? It's hardly known domestically."
Han Yura's question was sharp and precise.
It wasn't superficial flattery.
She remembered his paper perfectly—even the sources in footnotes that few people paid attention to.
Park Sunwoo flushed with excitement, as if he'd met a lifelong confidant, spilling details of his research process.
When he finished, Han Yura showed a mix of admiration and pity.
"...That's truly impressive. But on the other hand, it must feel a little lonely."
"Pardon? Lonely?"
"Aren't you the one listening to the voices of people not recorded in history? You're the only person in the world tuning into their unheard cries."
At that moment, Park Sunwoo's heart seemed to sink with a thud.
She wasn't just grasping his research—she pierced straight through his life and the academic isolation he felt.
Han Yura gazed into space with sad eyes for a moment. Perfect acting.
"Actually... my father was an obscure history teacher in the countryside. He clung to local histories no one cared about, spending his life alone in a dusty study. Seeing you, Professor, keeps bringing him to mind. That's why I feel this burning mission to create a world where your great achievements are properly recognized."
It was a lie.
Her father had been an ordinary civil servant—a cheating bastard who abandoned his family.
But that lie was so sweet and convincing that it crumbled the last wall of Park Sunwoo's rationality.
She acted the perfect listener, the one true soul who understood him.
Was there anyone else in the world who comprehended him this deeply?
And someone so beautiful, like she belonged to another realm.
Without realizing it, Park Sunwoo had let down all his emotional walls with her.
By the time dessert arrived after the meal, he already saw Han Yura as his 'benefactor.'
So when she casually brought up the next topic as if she'd almost forgotten, he harbored no suspicions.
"Oh, and Professor. I've preemptively secured our museum's 'promotional model.' She happens to have a schedule nearby today—how about a quick introduction?"
"Promotional model?"
"Yes. Shall I have her come in?"
Before Park Sunwoo could respond, Han Yura gave a light gesture, and the room door opened quietly.
The moment he saw the face of the person who entered, Park Sunwoo nearly jumped to his feet.
Actress Seo Ah-rin.
The idol-turned-actress who had once enjoyed peak fame but plummeted into ruin after a scandalous drug bust.
A face he'd only seen on TV now stood before him.
"Hello, Professor. I'm Seo Ah-rin. I've heard so much about you."
Seo Ah-rin bowed at a perfect ninety degrees, like a desperate rookie craving a comeback.
Park Sunwoo panicked, glancing at Han Yura.
His eyes asked, 'Why bring in someone so controversial?'
Han Yura read his bewilderment perfectly and smiled softly.
"Professor, I fully understand your unease. But I believe Seo Ah-rin is the only one who can be the face of our museum."
"...Pardon?"
"Think about it, Professor. Someone who once shone at the highest heights, only to lose everything from one mistake and face the world's finger-pointing. She wants to rise again, but the world won't give her a chance."
She wrapped an arm around Seo Ah-rin's shoulders and continued persuasively toward Park Sunwoo.
"Doesn't it resemble our history that was utterly shattered? Stripped and trampled by imperial Japan, yet the nameless commoners in those ashes struggled to rise again. I think Seo Ah-rin's desperate fight for a 'comeback' perfectly embodies the 'resurrection' spirit our museum wants to convey."
Complete nonsense.
Equating a drug-scandal celebrity's downfall with colonial trauma—an absurd logic.
But Han Yura packaged it so convincingly with her business savvy that Park Sunwoo was momentarily speechless.
Her words carried a strange persuasive power that swayed hearts.
"Giving Seo Ah-rin a chance at a 'new start'—that will be our museum's first message: healing past wounds and moving toward the future."
Han Yura alternated glances between Park Sunwoo and Seo Ah-rin, beaming with benevolent warmth.
"You'll lead Ah-rin on her new path, Professor—just as you shine light on our lost commoners in history."
Park Sunwoo was conflicted.
Rationally, he knew it made no sense, but words like 'new start,' 'resurrection,' and 'lead her' stirred both his scholarly sense of duty and his male vanity deep within.
Unknowingly, he extended his hand to Seo Ah-rin.
"...P-pleased to work with you, Seo Ah-rin."
A confident smile crept across Han Yura's lips—everything was going according to plan.
She left the restaurant with Park Sunwoo and Seo Ah-rin in tow.
Even as she put the stiff, awkward Park Sunwoo into a taxi, she perfectly played the gracious, dignified patron.
The moment the taxi's tail lights vanished completely, Han Yura turned to Seo Ah-rin standing behind her.
The gentle smile evaporated from her face.
She lit a cigarette with practiced ease.
"You can handle it, right?"
Han Yura's voice was ice-cold.
Seo Ah-rin nodded like a frightened puppy.
"Yes, Director..."
"Whether you suck his dick or pop out a kid. Make him lose his mind. Got it?"
"...Pregnancy might be a bit—"
As Seo Ah-rin weakly protested, Han Yura blew smoke in her face and murmured coldly.
"Unnie."
Seo Ah-rin's shoulders trembled at the word.
"...Yes."
"100 billion. You said you'd earn it, go to Europe, and get your pussy bleached. Is 100 billion chump change now?"
".....No."
"Then fight on, yeah?"
Han Yura cut her off sharply.
Seo Ah-rin, nearly on the verge of tears, gave an awkward bow and vanished.
As she left, a figure emerged from the shadows.
Security chief Ri Su-hee, leaning against Yura's car, approached with a smirk.
She sneered in her distinctive North Korean dialect.
"Comrade Vice President, you're one hell of a bitch."
Han Yura crushed her cigarette under her heel and snarled.
"If you're done surveilling, fuck off."
"Heh, I didn't come to surveil ya."
"Bullshit. You're here to watch if I fuck Park Sunwoo or not."
Ri Su-hee just shrugged.
Han Yura muttered in exasperation at the noncommittal attitude.
"Fucking psycho..."
He didn't care what she did for money, but flipped out over 'men.' A total nutjob.
That was the Kim Cheolsu she knew.
Knowing she'd meet 'Park Sunwoo' today, he'd stuffed 'plugs' in her pussy and ass, then tailed her with surveillance...
Han Yura walked on.
The foreign objects bumping inside her lower body felt uncomfortable, yet...
Somehow reassuring.
She let out a sigh without realizing it.
"Fucking bastard."
This obsessive possessiveness was proof she was the most special to him.
Satisfied, Han Yura didn't bother talking more to Ri Su-hee and headed to her car.
Her expression returned to perfect neutrality.
Pretending to look straight ahead, she glanced at the black van parked in a distant alley.
Cheon Myeong-hwan, that old fox bastard's surveillance.
A contemptuous smile briefly flickered across Han Yura's lips.
Young or old, they were all peeping tom perverts...
As if oblivious, she slipped gracefully into the car door her guard held open.
The door closed, and the car pulled away smoothly.
Ri Su-hee's tail and Cheon Myeong-hwan's shadow.
She knew it all, yet remained utterly unshaken.
The young beast's watch brought fulfillment and security.
The old fox's watch was the shadow of the 'success' she craved.
The woman personally ordered to be surveilled by the chairman of the 9th-ranked conglomerate, Taesung Group.
A tiresome, but quite satisfying 'title.'
A thick smile played on Han Yura's lips.
The car slid into the underground garage of her luxury residential complex.
Stepping out of the elevator, she first stripped off the constricting designer suit and heels.
This wasn't a cozy 'home.'
It was a massive operations room filled with walls flashing stock prices, news, and unidentified data streams.
In the center floated an island-like sofa the size of a house.
And atop it lounged a beast.
Kim Cheolsu, muscles rippling like a beast's, gripped the completely melted hair of Congresswoman Osea.
He pinned her head between his thighs, eyes glued to the monitor.
On the other end of the sofa sprawled emotionless secretary Choi Yang in just her underwear, like a doll.
Han Yura took in the scene without batting an eye and sighed softly.
"Ah, fuck... reeks of piss. I told you not to make her piss herself."
Osea's shoulders twitched at her voice.
Only then did Kim Cheolsu turn to look at Han Yura.
"Back?"
"Yeah, fucking annoying—take these out of my pussy and ass."
She snapped irritably, unbuckling her skirt and letting it slide down, yanking pantyhose and panties to her ankles in one go.
Now in just her precarious blazer top, she shoved Choi Yang's body aside with her foot, sat, and spread her legs shamelessly.
Between her thighs appeared a bizarre sight.
One strand, two, five. Ten. Seventeen...
A total of twenty pink wires dangled, ten from her pussy and ten from her ass.
Kim Cheolsu just grinned, released Osea's head, and approached Han Yura.
He grabbed the bundle of wires in one hand.
And yanked them out with a whoosh.
Grrrrrind—grrrrind—grrrrind!
Twenty vibrators scraped free from flesh and mucosa, colliding in midair to form a noisy swarm of pink rotors.
Her swollen, stimulated core now exposed, Han Yura spread it wide with both hands and commanded Kim Cheolsu.
"Now then... fuck me, you idiot bastard♥"