Chapter 210
Chapter 210
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 210
Chapter Title: Post-Nut Clarity
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Greedy bitches know no bounds.
The calm after the storm.
Gazing at my wife, collapsed face-down on the desk in deep sleep, my mind had cleared to the point of perfect transparency.
Post-Nut Clarity.
All desires ebbed away like the tide, and that cold moment returned when everything in the world took on crystal-clear meaning.
The hot emotions from just moments ago,
The tangled mess of the Taesung Group mess,
Now they were nothing more than pieces on a chessboard, ripe for cold analysis.
Let me sort out the current situation.
Cheon Heyeon and Han Yura are competing over the Paju Bio Complex.
The game I tossed out on a whim had grown more complicated than expected.
My wife, Yoon Chaewon, demanded, "Just give Heyeon unnie 5%."
My daughter, Kim Haneul, pressured me with, "Don't bully Grandpa."
As a result, in the game I'd designed, I was the one facing restrictions.
Cheon Heyeon had played the Yoon Chaewon card for survival.
It was an effective choice.
Han Yura immediately countered with the Kim Haneul card.
Right now, both women were using my family as shields.
I had three options.
Accept the family's demands, introduce a new variable, or end the game entirely.
The last option was the simplest.
Just declare, "This is boring, we're done."
Since the game started on my whim, it could end on my whim too.
Thinking about it, it was ridiculous.
It all began from petty resentment toward Cheon Heyeon coveting Shilla Biotec, "my thing," and now it had escalated into a war with Taesung, ranked 9th in the business world, dragging on to this point.
Was it fun?
Kim Cheolsu, the dead-end loser from Siheung who yelled "Gazua" at coins, now toying with Taesung's princess—a woman he could never dream of—and pitting himself against business titan Cheon Myeonghwan.
At first, it was thrilling.
But not anymore.
My wife and daughter had been dragged into this game.
Cheon Heyeon was desperate for survival, and Han Yura was staking her life to defend her turf.
Both were dead serious.
But me? I'd started all this just for fun.
What's even funnier was that I'd already leveled up beyond them.
A fixed 14.5% return every month.
Compounded, not simple interest.
100 million becomes 470 million in a year,
2.2 billion in two years,
10.5 billion in three.
Cheon Myeonghwan's lifetime Taesung empire?
To me, that's just a few months' profits.
Not long ago,
I even got an invite to a gathering of the top 1st, 2nd, and 3rd chaebols.
Cheon Myeonghwan?
He couldn't even set foot in that circle.
So what the hell was I doing?
Getting tangled in that old man's schemes, searching for a birth mom I never wanted, gaining a bitchy little sister, and last weekend, our "family" gathered to make kimchi on my wife's back.
The investment god raking in 14.5% compounded monthly, wasting a weekend on kimjang...
Then it hit me.
Kim Cheolsu's fantasy had always been "family."
What I truly wanted wasn't money, power, or revenge.
It was what I'd dreamed of since my unemployed days in Siheung.
A warm family.
Making kimchi together, gathering on weekends to eat as one— that ordinary family.
But now?
My wife was siding with another woman, and my daughter was scolding me.
What's 14.5% monthly returns?
What's an invite to the real chaebol gathering?
All I ever wanted was to be recognized as the head of a normal household.
Thinking back, I could pinpoint exactly when it all went off the rails.
The moment I told Cheon Heyeon, "Try taking the Paju Bio Complex."
Before that, things were balanced.
Han Yura was my partner, and my wife and daughter stayed out of my business.
But I got greedy.
Cheon Heyeon's challenging gaze was amusing, so out of simple curiosity, I complicated the game.
And the result?
Cheon Heyeon dragged in my wife, Han Yura used my daughter.
A side effect of my game: my family standing on opposite sides.
What's even funnier? None of it was necessary to begin with.
Taesung Group?
Cheon Myeonghwan?
Paju Bio Complex?
In the face of my returns, they're all meaningless numbers.
No need to fight them, no need to win.
I'm already way above them.
So why keep going?
For fun.
Pure amusement.
Watching Cheon Heyeon and Han Yura compete.
Toying with an old geezer like Cheon Myeonghwan.
But the cost of that fun was too high.
My wife worrying about another woman, my daughter nagging me.
Is this the family I wanted?
Post-Nut Clarity made the answer clear.
I need to end this game.
Right now.
Tell Cheon Heyeon and Han Yura, "We're done."
Declare zero interest in the Paju Bio Complex or anything Taesung-related. Clear all conflicts.
But would they accept a simple "It's not fun anymore"?
Especially Cheon Heyeon—this ties directly to her survival.
Han Yura's desperate to protect her turf too.
I need another way.
For example...
Offer something bigger.
Propose a stage far grander than Paju Bio.
Or just give them what they want directly.
A new business for Cheon Heyeon, independent of Taesung. A massive investment opportunity for Han Yura, bigger than now.
No need for them to compete.
Create a win-win.
Or simpler: completely withdraw from the board.
No,
Wait.
What survival?
Post-Nut Clarity made it even clearer.
They're both "greedy bitches with no end."
Cheon Heyeon's survival? Bullshit.
Is Taesung's princess really starving after her fall?
No.
She just hates not living as glamorously as before.
She's itching for more, to climb higher.
Han Yura's the same.
Defending her turf?
She already has plenty, but she's greedy for more.
Blue Sky Investment alone would let her live worry-free forever, yet she wants Paju Bio all to herself.
In the end, both are greedy as hell.
Survival, defense—excuses. They're just throwing tantrums for more.
Why should I ruin family time for bitches like this?
With money compounding at 14.5% monthly on its own, why play their greedy games?
Funnier still, they dragged my family into it.
Cheon Heyeon seduced my wife to her side, Han Yura used my daughter to pressure me.
Endless-greed bitches are wrecking my family.
Time to really end it.
Time to shove reality in the faces of these bitches tearing into each other over grand excuses like "survival" and "defense."
The Paju Bio Complex you're fighting over is pocket change to me. You've both got more than enough already.
You're just raging out of greed.
Ending the game is simple.
I just withdraw my interest.
No sponsor, no game.
"Figure it out yourselves. I'm out."
That one line wraps it all up.
Han Yura's judgment was right.
A soft-hearted pushover like me could never abandon her.
Even if she tried using my 8-year-old partner's daughter.
Cheon Heyeon's judgment was right too.
Words from Chaewon, who gifted me heaven and ocean, are the kind I can't ignore.
Discarding pride to play the whining second wife to the first wife was smart—if you could swallow your ego.
But,
Both bitches overlooked one thing.
I won't tolerate my wife and daughter getting dragged into this hell at all.
It's the double standard of a fuckboy who's banged countless women, a total asshole pervert.
Isn't it funny?
Doing all sorts of filthy shit outside, but at home, I want to be the pure dad, the model husband.
Whether Han Yura, Cheon Heyeon, Oh Sea, Park Seulgi, or whoever—do what you want with them.
That's "outside business."
But that outside shit invading my home? That's crossing the line.
Han Yura making my daughter say, "Don't bully Grandpa,"
Cheon Heyeon making my wife say, "Be good to Heyeon unnie,"
Both crossed it.
Family should be sacred.
At least to me.
No matter how dirty the games outside, when I come home, I want to be just a normal dad and husband.
Making kimchi together, eating weekend meals with family, asking, "What'd you do at school today?"—that kind of dad.
Cheon Heyeon and Han Yura competing? Fine.
Even using me to some degree? Understandable.
That's the game rules.
But touching my family? Unforgivable.
Now it's really time to end it.
For good.
I picked up my phone and created a group chat.
Added Cheon Heyeon and Han Yura.
Typed the message.
[I'm out of all Taesung shit. You two roast each other lol]
Sent.
Short and sweet.
No need for explanations or excuses.
I made the game, so I end it.
Paju Bio Complex or whatever—none of my business now.
Cheon Heyeon or Han Yura, fight if you want.
Just do it without me.
And above all, don't touch my family.
Glancing at the screen, replies were already coming in.
Han Yura first, probably.
Something like "What the hell?"
But I didn't read them.
No need.
Game over.
I declared it, so it is.
Now for the truly important stuff.
Apologize to my wife and daughter, get our family back to normal.
Taesung, Paju, Cheon Myeonghwan—fuck 'em, I don't care anymore.
14.5% monthly is plenty.
Time with family is way more precious.
I flipped the phone face-down and woke my wife.
"Chaewon-ah, wake up."
"Mmm... did I... pass out again?"
"Full ahegao mode."
"......."
"Get up, wake Haneul and head to Siheung."
"Siheung? Why Siheung all of a sudden?"
"To pick up your mom and grab a meal."
"Suddenly?"
"Yeah, suddenly."
Chaewon rubbed her eyes and sat up.
She wasn't fully awake yet, but she sensed the change in my expression and looked at me curiously.
"Something happen? Why my mom all of a sudden...?"
"Just. Want some family time."
It was a simple answer, but Chaewon got my sincerity.
Like always.
"...Got it. I'll wake Haneul and get ready."
She didn't pry further.
That was Chaewon too.
Now it really begins.
Taking care of what truly matters.
Taesung or whatever— that's the past now.