Chapter 203
Chapter 203
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 203
Chapter Title: A Flower Blooms on the Ashes
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A flower blooms on the ash heap.
"You get what I mean, right?"
Following his wife's cold question came a warning and punishment aimed at her husband, along with a bizarre settling of accounts for the two women.
Cheon Heyeon accepted Yun Chaewon's hands dressing her and tidying her disheveled hair in a daze, as if her soul had left her body.
Once everything was sorted, Yun Chaewon left the study without a word.
Cheon Heyeon unwittingly followed with her eyes the sight of that glamorous golden blonde hair shimmering one last time as it vanished beyond the door.
It was a faint envy.
That woman.
Only that woman could handle the beast.
The man who toyed with her and countless others, including Dr. Osea, like playthings—only she could punish him like a seven-year-old child.
What Cheon Heyeon envied wasn't her status as 'wife', but that absolute 'authority' she wielded.
At the same time, a different sensation welled up inside her body.
A subtle regret over the 'pleasure' that had been so abruptly cut short.
The memory of her body, halted right at the brink of climax, sent a tingling ache through her lower belly amid the lingering heat.
That moment, humiliating yet sweet.
"Ahem..."
At that moment, an awkward cough broke the silence in the room.
Cheon Heyeon turned her head toward the sound.
There stood the man who, moments ago, had looked down at her like he owned the world, now hunched with his shoulders drawn in.
A beast acting like a whipped dog only before his 'wife', groveling at his master's feet.
For the first time, she saw another face of this perfect predator.
In that instant, something very cold clicked into place in Cheon Heyeon's mind.
Perhaps that was this man's one and only weakness.
This wasn't the first time she'd seen it.
It was the sole crack in the perfect predator that always appeared without fail whenever that woman, Yun Chaewon, disturbed his mood.
Unknowingly, the corners of Cheon Heyeon's lips curled faintly upward.
That.
That was the invisible leash she would one day have to slip around the beast's neck with her own hands.
The chill air left by Yun Chaewon lingered in the study.
The beast, perfectly subdued by his wife. Cheon Heyeon averted her eyes from Kim Cheolsu, who stood with shoulders hunched, while Dr. Osea stared fearfully at the floor, and they pretended not to see each other.
The thick sexual tension that had dominated the room moments ago was gone, replaced by an awkward, precarious silence.
Kim Cheolsu was the one who broke the silence.
He casually picked up his shirt from the floor and put it on.
Buttoning it up to his collar one by one, his movements showed no trace of the humiliation or anger from before.
He roughly combed his tousled hair with his hand, and the whipped-dog look vanished, replaced once more by the 'master of the fortress'.
He jerked his chin toward Dr. Osea.
"You. Get out now."
His voice was low, but murder glinted within it.
"One more fuck-up like that, and I'll rip your asshole apart. Watch yourself."
"......Yes."
Dr. Osea's voice trembled like a mosquito's buzz.
Kim Cheolsu clicked his tongue and added in a voice thick with contempt.
"Fucking bitch, you slut... Shit? Even if it's some dying old geezer on his last legs, you dare drink with a guy who's got a dick? You're dead meat, for real."
"Yes...."
Dr. Osea didn't dare lift her head as she fled the study like a hunted animal.
Cheon Heyeon watched the whole thing unfold, holding her breath.
Dr. Osea's crime? Drinking with another man.
Even that much freedom wasn't allowed to his possessions.
His rage was only sealed in front of his wife—it was a time bomb ready to explode on any other woman at a moment's notice.
Now, in this vast study, only Cheon Heyeon and Kim Cheolsu remained.
His anger hadn't subsided yet.
That murderous gaze turned toward her this time.
She swallowed dryly without thinking.
He approached slowly, roughly grabbing her chin and forcing it up.
She couldn't avoid his eyes. The predator's pupils pierced right through her up close.
"You too. Watch yourself."
His voice slithered out low and sinister, like a snake.
"Sucking face with women? Only in front of me. Only with my permission. Got it?"
The humiliating nights with Secretary Choi Yang or other women.
The memories of groping each other's bodies for his amusement came flooding back at his words, slashing at her heart.
His claim of ownership even dictated and controlled her sexual orientation on a whim.
She parted her trembling lips with effort.
"Yes......"
Only after hearing her answer did he release her chin, seemingly satisfied.
Cheon Heyeon staggered unwittingly but forced herself to stand straight.
Her chin still stung where his fingers had gripped, her eardrums tingling from his voice.
But Kim Cheolsu acted as if nothing had happened, strolling back to his desk and picking up his whiskey glass with perfect composure.
Savoring the clink of ice, he asked in a light tone, as if commenting on the weather.
"Anyway, you did great on the broadcast."
"......."
For a moment, she forgot how to respond.
The man who had just controlled and threatened every part of her was now praising her like a business partner.
Adapting to this extreme shift in temperature was never easy.
She barely cleared her throat and replied.
"Thank you."
"What about the old man?"
'Old man'.
That vulgar term for her father made her feel her place once more.
She quickly gathered her thoughts and reported what she'd grasped.
"He won't take a big hit."
Her voice was dry.
"It wobbled right after the broadcast, but the stock's holding up better than expected. Probably defending with massive share buybacks. Classic Dad move."
She paused briefly. A massive monster loomed in her mind.
Strikes, owner risk, supply chain disruptions, credit rating downgrade warnings, and two trillion won in bonds coming due immediately.
Even with all these disasters hitting at once, Taeseong was enduring.
Taeseong was a colossal dinosaur.
"If the stock starts dropping from here, that's when Dad's 'connections' will kick in. Politicians, finance world... all the people he's planted everywhere will gladly move to save Taeseong."
Once more, she became his capable 'blade', dissecting the enemy's heart.
Throughout her report, Kim Cheolsu's expression showed no flicker of disturbance.
He seemed to be enjoying this massive battle like a spectator watching a fire across the river.
He asked softly.
"Want some help?"
It wasn't a simple question.
Cheon Heyeon knew exactly what he meant.
He had chart control skills bordering on the divine.
If he wanted, he could turn Taeseong's stock—hell, the entire Korean market—into confetti overnight.
Yet he'd held back, savoring this dirty mudslinging fight so far.
A beast burning pure malice toward Taeseong, relishing the sight of the colossal dinosaur crumbling bit by bit.
His offer was an incredibly tempting lure.
Undeniably the easy path.
Accept it, and her father's fortress would crumble in a single night.
But...
Could ruins won that way truly become her kingdom?
Cheon Heyeon lifted her head and met his eyes straight on for the first time.
She confirmed the beast's gaze glittering with amusement.
"No."
Her voice was firm.
She wanted Taeseong.
Not the wreckage he'd destroyed and handed over—but seized with her own mind and hands, right here in this mud pit.
What she gained by enduring humiliation wasn't mere vengeance fulfilled.
It had to be a perfect 'conquest', ascending the throne through her own power.
At her answer, the smile tugging at Kim Cheolsu's lips deepened.
He looked like a child who'd found an even more entertaining toy.
"Paju Bio Complex. And Double Dragon Motors."
Cheon Heyeon's nerves sharpened.
Two pieces of intel crossed instantly in her mind.
Paju Bio Complex. Taeseong's sole engine for the future.
Double Dragon Motors. The lost kingdom she'd always coveted.
Kim Cheolsu peered into her eyes and spoke leisurely.
"I told Yura, 'Take what you can handle.'"
"......."
The meaning was crystal clear.
Her heart began to pound coldly.
He was testing her, and she was eager to take the test.
Cheon Heyeon slowly bowed her head.
"......Thank you."
It was the declaration of a new war's beginning.
Having answered, Cheon Heyeon's body moved on its own.
She awaited no further commands.
As if her body already knew the price for the massive opportunity he'd just tossed her way.
She silently dropped to her knees and crawled under his desk.
The dark, cramped space.
The scent of premium hardwood mixed with his musk made her head spin.
Her skilled fingers undid his belt buckle and unzipped him.
And finally, she freed the massive cock, still radiating heat.
The shaft, faintly crusted with another woman's dried saliva.
Cheon Heyeon gazed at it for a moment, then gently pressed her cheek against it.
Like a affectionate cat rubbing against its master's leg.
Eyes closed, she rubbed her soft cheek against the rough symbol of masculinity.
A silent vow of obedience and future loyalty.
As her tender cheek slowly stimulated the firmly engorged shaft, it reached perfect erection, as if its last restraint had snapped.
Sensing the change, Cheon Heyeon slowly parted her lips.
The musky male scent filled her nostrils.
Her mind was cool, but her body was honest.
Her womb twitched and spasmed faintly on its own, craving what came next.
Cheon Heyeon's face inched downward.
Finally, the hard, thick glans touched her throat.
Instinctive nausea surged, but she suppressed it with familiarity.
She opened her throat wide, turning her delicate neck into a tight 'pussy' for him.
The dizzying sensation of his coarse pubic hair brushing her nose tip.
Thanks to countless 'developments', swallowing this thick cock to the hilt was now routine.
Cheon Heyeon's face began to bob up and down.
Quickly.
Very quickly.
Gag, gag—the rough gasps echoed in the darkness under the desk.
Like a machine, a doll moving solely for his pleasure, she performed this humiliating act to perfection.
His rough hand gripped her hair tightly.
Scalp tearing in pain, he grabbed her head and shook it wildly.
The beast using her beautiful face, soft lips, slick tongue, and constricting throat like a cheap 'onahole'.
The moment her reason succumbed to that violent pleasure, Cheon Heyeon's other hand slid down of its own accord.
The childish strawberry pattern, symbol of her shame.
Her slender fingers pushed aside the thin fabric, crushing her lonely, quivering pussy lips.
In an instant, the thin cloth soaked through with hot juices, slicking her fingers.
That sensation shattered the last dam within her.
A 'laugh' took root in Cheon Heyeon's eyes.
No longer tears of humiliation and shame.
Utterly...
Lewd...
Obscene...
A bitch's laugh, soaked in perfect ecstasy.
Now, she was enjoying the act of ruining herself.