Chapter 209
Chapter 209
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 209
Chapter Title: Insatiable Greed
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Women whose greed knows no bounds.
Eight years old. Winter break.
There was no better time than a snowy weekend afternoon, with the world blanketed in white.
Sitting by the warm living room fireplace, sipping sweet cocoa, gazing out the window.
This had to be paradise.
In the front yard, piled high with snow, Chunky and my precious daughter Haneul were deep into their sledding game.
Well, more precisely, Haneul had tied a scarf around Chunky's neck and was calling him "Rudolph," dragging a plastic sled behind him like a team of reindeer.
"Go, Rudolph!"
At Haneul's shout, Chunky just wagged his tail and plopped down right there, staring blankly into space.
I chuckled and took another sip of cocoa.
Haneul wasn't so much riding the sled as she was playing the role of the dog pulling it.
And sure enough.
Chunky, that rascal, had now flopped flat on his belly.
Licking his paws with that dumb expression screaming, "I have no thoughts. Because I have no thoughts at all."
Watching him, Haneul finally lost it.
She planted her hands firmly on her hips and yelled like an eight-year-old general in full fury.
"Won't you stay still? You traitor! Lose the pride battle, and it's game over!"
Pffft—!!!!
The harsh line exploding from my precious daughter's mouth—one utterly unfit for an eight-year-old life—sent the cocoa in my mouth spraying majestically into the air.
"......Ugh... gross~"
Haneul clicked her tongue at the sight of me.
But more important than my daughter calling me dirty was something else.
What... had I just heard?
"Haneul... what did you say?"
"Huh?"
Innocent as an angel, like she had no idea.
That face saying "traitor."
"What you just said. To Chunky. Say it one more time?"
I asked as gently and kindly as possible, not wanting to scare her.
Damn, cocoa was dripping down my chin, making a mess.
"Traitor?"
The word from Haneul's mouth was exactly the same harsh one as before.
"......Sweetie."
"Yeah?!"
Seeing that bright, cheerful face made my head spin.
"Where on earth did you learn to say that? You know you'll get in trouble with Mom if you use words like that, right?"
I scolded her as softly and sweetly as I could.
"From you, Dad?"
"......"
In that instant, all sounds in the world vanished.
Me...? I did? When? Where?
Guilt crashed over me like a tsunami.
My whole life flashed before my eyes like a montage.
Moments cursing at stock charts, raging with shotguns in games, countless calls with Han Yura hunting for "that bitch."
Kids are mirrors of their parents, huh...
My vision went dark.
Should I call Dr. Yoo Eun-young right now?
Where do I get the application for the "My Child Has Become Sweet" program?
Wait, wasn't it changed to "My Stubborn Kid"?
As wild thoughts swirled in my head, Haneul tugged at my shirt.
"Dad, Dad."
"Huh? Oh yeah?"
I snapped back to reality.
"But Dad, lately you've been bullying some old grandpa?"
"......"
What the hell was that, Haneul?
For a split second, an old man's face flashed in my mind.
Chairman Cheon Myeong-hwan.
The geezer I'd been toying with like a plaything lately.
No, but how?
How does my daughter know?
I never talk work at home.
Did my wife tell her?
No, she's not interested in that stuff.
Then what? The housekeeper? CCTV? Or is it that tail-wagging traitor lying there spying?
As suspicions piled up, Haneul yanked at my pants, urging me on.
"My friends at school said so? The grandpa on TV, Dad's been picking on him."
"......Wh-who said that? Which friend?"
"Um... Minjun!"
Minjun... Minjun... Minjun...
No matter how I thought about it, that wasn't a girl's name.
I mentally scribbled "Kim Minjun" in bold gothic font in my Death Note, then casually asked my daughter again, playing it cool.
"Min... jun?"
"Yeah!!"
Haneul nodded vigorously with the world's most adorable expression.
"...Why would Minjun... say something like that? How does Minjun know what Dad does?"
"Um... dunno."
Yeah, figures...
She's just finishing first grade, heading to second next year. What would she know?
Damn, what the hell? Should I seriously mess with Kim Minjun (age 8)?
"Dad, Dad."
"Yeah?"
Lost in confused thoughts, Haneul looked up at me with a worried face and said,
"Don't bully the grandpa. If Mom finds out, you'll get in big trouble with her~"
"......"
"I got in huge trouble with Mom last time for fighting with a friend. Got it?"
My daughter was giving me sincere advice from her own experience.
Kim Cheolsu, age 25.
Getting lectured seriously by an eight-year-old—
My mind went blank white, like a snow-covered plain.
An hour later, maybe.
Soul out of body, I became Rudolph No. 2, crawling around the yard pulling Haneul's sled with Chunky.
Haneul's joyful screams felt distant.
My head was still crammed full of those three letters: "Kim Minjun."
Mentally and physically drained, I barely ended playtime and collapsed into the study chair.
Pulling a sled outside was ten times harder than breaking Taesung Group's chairman mentally.
Then, the study door opened quietly, and Chaewon came in with a steaming cup of coffee.
"Good job, my Rudolph."
With a teasing smile, she set the coffee on the desk, fragrant fresh grounds filling the room.
I just stared up at her blankly, saying nothing.
No complex schemes, no hidden motives, no sharp wariness—just pure peace.
That's what she was.
So my hand moved.
Lazy serenity always leads to frivolous desire.
I groped the ass of that being as she turned after setting down the warm coffee—lightly at first, then firmly squeezing.
The soft, springy feel through her lounge wear, full handfuls no other woman could match, giving me sole ownership comfort.
As I savored the feel, Chaewon gently pushed my wrist away.
"Haneul's downstairs."
"She's asleep from exhaustion."
"Hmmm..."
My wife didn't protest further.
At that subtle signal of permission, just as I thought to advance, the real issue dominating my head resurfaced.
"Oh, hey honey. Know a Kim Minjun?"
"Minjun? Haneul's best friend. You don't even know your daughter's friend's name?"
"......."
My wife's innocent reply.
In my mental Death Note, "Kim Minjun" rocketed to the top in blood-red.
I gritted my teeth.
Best friend? A "boy"?
"Should we transfer Haneul? To an all-girls elementary school. Isn't there one?"
"Where?"
Chaewon laughed like it was absurd, but I wasn't joking.
"If I look hard enough... maybe?"
Muttering that, I stood up.
My wife approached from behind, massaging my shoulders.
Her soothing scent melted away the childish obsession filling my head like snow.
My hand naturally slipped under her airy dress.
Around her soft waist, then lower.
Finally, my fingers hit the edge of her panties.
"What about Bada?"
"Just fell asleep."
Our Bada was definitely a dutiful daughter.
Overwhelmed by her filial nap timing for our fun, I slid her panties right down.
Chaewon accepted without resistance.
Instead, she hopped her ass onto the large oak desk in the study.
And with familiar hands, she undid my belt buckle and zipper.
Click, ziiip...
Under my gentle wife's touch, the weapon emerged.
Thick veins bulging, protrusions like studs embedded, overwhelming girth and length.
The "pussy juicer" that turns women from rational beings into bitches swelled lazily in her hand.
Chaewon stared at it blankly for a moment, then said in disbelief,
"Lately... it feels even bigger..."
I shrugged proudly.
"32 cm. Grew another cm."
"......It's really getting too much now. Stop growing it?"
At her complaint, I grinned slyly.
"Can't control it well."
Maybe compensation from my small-dick days.
I was obsessed with my cock size to an absurd degree.
"And honey, to satisfy your slutty pussy, don't you need this size?"
"Bullshit. You're the one who made my pussy a slut."
From caring wife to vulgar bitch in a flash, Chaewon grinned lewdly.
Under that flowing dress fitting a caring wife,
Mom to Haneul and Bada,
Her true self was hidden.
As she twisted on the desk, the hem slipped, revealing irezumi tattoos on her pale inner thighs.
Dragons and carp, flowers and goblins, cherry blossoms and snakes etched vibrantly across her body canvas.
And,
Below her navel,
"Kim Cheolsu Exclusive" boldly tattooed over her womb.
Nothing more vulgar or beautiful existed.
My beautiful wife grinned, spreading her pussy wide with both hands like a whore for her husband.
"So take responsibility... and fuck me senseless.♥"
No reason to hesitate at her provocative invite.
Perfect bitch on the desk, legs spread, showing her open pussy with a smile.
I thrust toward that center.
The studded glans, bumpy like a honed weapon, touched her wet entrance.
Her slick labia parted wide, unable to handle the massive head.
"Hngh...!"
A moan escaped Chaewon—pain or pleasure unclear, breathless.
Savoring her reaction, I rubbed the glans slowly at her entrance. Very slowly.
Familiar hole I'd pounded countless times, but that tight squeeze felt new every time.
Each stud grinding her tender inner lips, the sensation shooting up my spine to my brain.
Finally, unable to hold back, I powered my hips.
The huge glans forced through the narrow opening, plunging straight to her depths in one go.
"Haah...!"
Chaewon twisted with a scream-like moan, but her impaled body had nowhere to escape.
No stopping there—the 32cm monster advanced slowly but mercilessly deeper.
Every hot, dense wrinkle of her vaginal walls unfolding and crushing against the massive shaft, vividly felt.
Her slick mucosa eagerly, desperately welcoming the intruder.
Her inside was as tight and hot as ever.
Finally, no room left, the glans tip thudded against her cervix.
Perfect union.
The moment she was filled without gaps.
Her lower belly bulging in my cock's shape, Chaewon caressed it softly with a faint smile.
Then, panting excitedly, she whispered,
"Haa... honey... shall we try for number three?"
That one line snapped the last thread of my reason.
The only one among my women not on birth control.
Instead of douches after sex, she tried to hold every drop inside.
Was there anything hotter than that declaration of no sperm wasted?
No words—action instead.
In the soundproof study's sealed space, I started pounding her hips madly.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-!
No longer mere friction—the sound of one body dominating, conquering, devouring the other.
Chaewon's body reacted first.
Inner muscles spasming, clenching my cock like a vice.
Her body arched like a bow, trembling violently on the desk.
"Haa, ah, ah! C-cumming...! Honey!"
Near-screaming climax, hot fluids squirted like a fountain, soaking my relentlessly pounding lower belly.
Sweat-mingled juices flowed like rivers over the dragon scales tattooed on my waist.
As if wringing every drop from her, I slammed deeper, rougher.
Overwhelmed by conquest and pleasure, my last reason shattered.
Finally, deep at her cervix entrance, I unleashed everything.
"Haat... haa... haa..."
Sweat-soaked hair clung to Chaewon's panting forehead.
Even that was erotic; grinning, I asked,
"Good for you, honey? You were squirting like crazy."
"It was good... but it's so big, it aches after..."
Chaewon whined.
That only boosted my conquest high.
"Hng, want me to fist you and stretch it out?"
"No thanks."
"Cheon Hye-yeon's fully adapted now; she squirts from fisting too. Wanna try?"
At my suggestion, Chaewon looked genuinely exasperated.
"No way. Remember last time? I was bedridden all day."
"Tch... You'll get used to it."
"No."
Chaewon refused flatly.
Then, as if the talk never happened, she casually asked like it just popped into her head.
"Oh, right... honey."
Cheek against my chest, she murmured drowsily.
"Something going on with Hye-yeon unnie lately?"
Her out-of-nowhere question muddled my head.
In open share wars with Han Yura.
Way beyond "something."
But no need to ruin this peace.
"Nothing special. Why?"
I played dumb.
Chaewon nuzzled closer, mumbling,
"Be nicer to her. She doesn't complain... but her face looks awful. Don't just fill your tastes... a bit."
She was scolding me.
Defending not just anyone—Cheon Hye-yeon.
"I'm not bullying her that bad?"
Injustice bubbled; excuses spilled.
"Plus, she's a total maso slut anyway. She gets off hard when I push her."
"Not that."
Chaewon cut me off lightly.
"Other stuff besides sex... treat her better. Just 5% of what you do for me."
"......"
Speechless.
5%?
"...Damn, that's precise."
"Yeah. More, and I'd get jealous."
She said it casually, like obvious fact.
Looking at that innocent face, a thought struck.
Among my women, the greediest...
Might be Yoon Chaewon herself.
Even as I thought that, Chaewon kept on about Hye-yeon.
"Anyway, she's pitiful. Disowned by her dad, puppet at the company she relied on... she's really struggling lately."
That damn sympathy.
Body covered in gangster tats, but acts like a virtuous wife with endlessly soft kindness.
"......Tch, I'll think about it."
"Yeah. But not too nice."
Giving the disease and the cure. What a riot.
"Sure. But Chaewon."
"Yeah?"
"You do an enema?"
At my random question, Chaewon's answer was nonverbal.
She braced both hands on the desk, leaned forward, thrust her ass back, showing her cleanly prepped anus.
The perfect pose for the next round.