Chapter 206
Chapter 206
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 206
Chapter Title: Greedy Bitches with No End in Sight
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Greedy bitches with no end in sight.
Han Yura's office was just like her—cold and utterly devoid of clutter.
The only decoration was the Seoul skyline visible through the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
The two women sat facing each other across the table.
All traces of the women who had once crumbled together under one man's lust were gone.
Now, there were only two business partners sizing each other up.
Han Yura was the first to break the silence.
She slid her tablet PC toward Cheon Hye-yeon.
On the screen was a rendering of the 'Paju Unification Medical & Bio Complex.'
"Let's start with the Paju Bio Complex."
She watched Cheon Hye-yeon's reaction as she continued.
"As you know, Blue Sky originally drew up the plans for that project. Riding on Dr. Park Seulgi's fame—the Nobel laureate—and with Assemblywoman O Se-ah, it was a political venture to plant our flag in Paju."
Cheon Hye-yeon nodded.
She was the one who had personally met and negotiated with Dr. Park Seulgi.
The Nobel Prize winner, revered by the world as noble and intellectual.
But beneath that noble mask, Cheon Hye-yeon remembered Dr. Park Seulgi's true face.
In Kim Cheolsu's study, stripped bare at his command, getting impaled by him and screaming in ecstatic pleasure.
And...
His voice approaching her frozen form, forcing her hand to fist-fuck Dr. Park from behind.
The horrific, alien sensation of her fist plunging into the hole of the woman hailed as the world's greatest intellect.
Dr. Park's twisted face, writhing not in pain but in extreme ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly.
The world's most respected scholar and the bitch in heat reveling under a man's cock while taking another woman's fist.
Those two clashing images collided violently in Cheon Hye-yeon's mind.
"Then you, Executive Director Cheon, brought in Taesung Group's capital to get a piece of the pie, turning it into a Taesung & Blue Sky joint venture."
A faint thorn pricked at Han Yura's voice.
"And now that you've joined our side... the whole thing's turned into a ridiculous free-for-all."
Instead of rising to the provocation, Cheon Hye-yeon quietly stared at the rendering on the tablet.
Her father's ambition, Kim Cheolsu's scheme, O Se-ah's greed, and her own past—all tangled in this massive battlefield.
She looked up at Han Yura.
"We hit the strongest spot."
"...?"
"This project has two cores: the credibility of Taesung's capital and the prestige of Dr. Park Seulgi. That's what my father's leaning on right now."
Cheon Hye-yeon's eyes gleamed coldly.
"So, we have two things to do."
She lightly tapped the tablet screen with her finger.
"Cut off my father's funding and strip the mask off that great Nobel laureate."
It was a perfectly logical proposal.
Topple Taesung's two strongest pillars at once.
But hearing it, a faint smile bordering on a sneer curled Han Yura's lips.
"Ah."
She spoke as if instructing a naive child.
"Dr. Park Seulgi is off-limits."
"..."
"Cheolsu hates anyone touching his toys more than anything."
Han Yura's gaze blatantly raked over Cheon Hye-yeon's face.
"You know that better than anyone, right?"
The words stabbed into Cheon Hye-yeon's heart like a sharp dagger.
The root of it all. The reason she'd fallen into this hell.
All because she'd approached Dr. Park Seulgi for 'business' reasons.
Just for touching his toy, 'Taesung's princess' had plummeted into the abyss in an instant.
Han Yura was reminding her of that fact once more.
Cheon Hye-yeon's face stiffened for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.
Showing emotion here was as good as defeat.
"Do you think I don't know that?"
She shot back coldly.
"But Director Han, don't you think there are too many women around the president?"
"..."
This time, Han Yura's expression subtly hardened.
"Forget the ones he can't even remember by name."
Cheon Hye-yeon folded her fingers one by one, listing names.
"Choi Yang, Ri Su-hee, Park Seulgi, Park So-jin, O Se-ah... Too many."
Her voice was calm, but it carried a sharp point: 'Our front lines are too spread out, with too many unresolved variables.'
It was an attack on Han Yura and a cunning proposal to streamline this mess and position herself at the center.
"Wow, sis... You've got some serious greed."
Han Yura laughed mockingly.
"Sis... What do you think'll happen if Cheolsu finds out?"
It was blatant blackmail, a warning.
But far from cowering Cheon Hye-yeon, it only made her eyes colder.
Instead of backing down, she countered with a relaxed scoff at the threat.
"You don't like sharing either, do you, Director Han?"
Her voice was steady, laced with certainty: 'You're the same kind of person as me.'
Han Yura's smile faltered briefly.
"Heh, true..."
She leaned back in her chair, trying to seize control again.
"Executive Director Cheon. If this gets out... Cheolsu will really try to rip your pussy apart. Think you can handle it?"
The brutal, vulgar words flowed effortlessly from her lips.
Cheon Hye-yeon fell silent at the vicious question.
Then, in a low, secretive whisper:
"...Director."
"Yes."
"You and I both..."
A twisted smile, identical to Han Yura's, crept onto Cheon Hye-yeon's lips.
"...we actually like that, don't we?"
"........."
For a split second, Han Yura's composure cracked.
The next moment, a cold, mechanical laugh burst from her lips uncontrollably.
"Kekekeke..."
She stopped laughing and looked at Cheon Hye-yeon with new eyes.
"You're right..."
Han Yura stroked her chin with long fingers.
"Hmm..."
The dangerous alliance of two mad bitches was quietly forged with that one phrase.
Han Yura stroked her chin with long fingers.
She seemed to be gauging how to handle this unpredictable variable named Cheon Hye-yeon.
Soon, she lifted the corner of her mouth in intrigue and asked first.
"Got any ideas?"
It was hard to believe they'd just had knives at each other's throats—the conversation flowed naturally like business partners.
Cheon Hye-yeon answered as if she'd been waiting.
"First, Assemblywoman O Se-ah... Let's drop the environmental angle."
"..."
The smile vanished from Han Yura's face.
Her eyes narrowed. O Se-ah's 'environmental crusader' image was a key part of Kim Cheolsu's plan to attack the Paju Bio Complex and hobble Taesung.
And now, she was suggesting they halt it themselves?
This wasn't just tweaking the strategy.
It was a clear declaration of war: remove one of 'Kim Cheolsu's women' from the board.
Han Yura flicked off the tablet screen with her finger.
"O Se-ah is our sharpest blade. You're saying we dull it ourselves?"
Her voice turned icy again.
"What's the reason, Executive Director Cheon?"
At Han Yura's cold question, Cheon Hye-yeon smiled faintly instead.
It was a subtle smile tinged with superiority, as if saying, 'You still don't get something this obvious?'
She leaned slightly forward over the table, lowering her voice.
"Director Han, honestly..."
Her gaze pierced straight into Han Yura's eyes.
"We don't need Assemblywoman O Se-ah."
"........."
"That congresswoman badge? It's just..."
The smile on Cheon Hye-yeon's lips deepened, turning chillier.
"...the president's aphrodisiac, nothing more or less."
For an instant, Han Yura's expression froze completely.
Cheon Hye-yeon's words weren't about strategy or efficiency.
She was pinpointing the twisted core of desire in the man orchestrating this whole game—Kim Cheolsu.
The thrill of keeping a politician under his heel, turning a power broker who moves nations into his sex toy.
O Se-ah's 'value' wasn't as a blade against Taesung, but as a toy satisfying his insatiable conquest lust.
Han Yura had no retort.
She knew Kim Cheolsu better than anyone.
And she knew Cheon Hye-yeon's assessment was brutally accurate.
For the first time, she truly saw Cheon Hye-yeon anew.
She wasn't just a vengeful loser burning with resentment.
Like Han Yura—perhaps even more so—she saw through that man's essence.
After a long silence, Han Yura finally spoke softly.
"...So, what do we do?"
Her question meant she'd agreed to Cheon Hye-yeon's proposal.
All that remained was the concrete execution plan.
Cheon Hye-yeon revealed her true intentions, as if she'd been waiting.
"Roughly clean up the toys."
She said it casually, like tidying a messy desk.
"Then you and I compete fairly. How's that?"
"........."
It was a proposal to completely reset the board of this game.
Eliminate all the uncertain 'toys' that could be added at Kim Cheolsu's whim anytime,
Leaving only the two top players—herself and Han Yura—to stake everything against each other.
Han Yura stared at Cheon Hye-yeon without answering for a moment.
Her mind rapidly calculated every pro and con of the proposal.
Risky, yet irresistibly appealing.
The surest way to eliminate all variables besides herself.
After a long silence, a twisted smile finally graced Han Yura's lips.
"Deal."
She turned the tablet back on and opened a new memo.
"Then... let's start with the cleanup."
Han Yura's cold eyes turned to Cheon Hye-yeon.
"Who first, Executive Director Cheon?"
At Han Yura's icy question, Cheon Hye-yeon answered without hesitation.
She already had the full picture in her head.
"O Se-ah, and Park Seulgi."
She said it like sweeping useless pawns off a chessboard.
"Perfect excuses, and ones the president doesn't particularly treasure. Retire them both at once."
At Cheon Hye-yeon's bold proposal, Han Yura's eyes narrowed.
Instead of questioning, she pieced it all together in a flash.
Kim Cheolsu giving Cheon Hye-yeon a 'chance'—implicitly allowing their private 'shadow war.'
And the perfect stage for that war: the 'Paju Bio Complex.'
If the fight erupted there, the political attacker O Se-ah and the project's symbol Dr. Park Seulgi would inevitably get caught in the crossfire.
They'd be removed naturally as 'collateral damage.'
Cheon Hye-yeon had just summarized the entire scheme in one sentence.
A twisted smile finally bloomed on Han Yura's lips.
"Perfect."
She leaned forward over the table with interest.
"The stage will be the Paju Bio Complex, then."
As she set the board, Cheon Hye-yeon picked up the thread.
"We'll tank both their values there."
Finally, the two women looked at each other and smiled in unison.
But there was no trust between them.
It wasn't a smile of camaraderie or faith.
It was the smile of two female predators, momentarily joining hands against a common prey while hiding daggers behind their backs.
Both perfectly understood that today's ally would be tomorrow's enemy.