Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: The Corporation, and Full-Time Employee Choi Yang.
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That short but intense walk and bizarre encounter had finally come to an end.
The path back home was oppressively silent.
We finished showering and gathered in my room on the second floor.
We should have done the settlements in the workspace as usual,
but sprawled out on the sofa there, dead to the world in blissful ignorance, was Choi Yang—the number one contributor to this "Red Cliff Battle."
There was no way we could disturb that peaceful slumber.
So we ended up in my room on the second floor.
A plain space with just a bed and a desk—no flashy monitors or anything.
A faint shampoo scent mingled with the lingering thrill of the early morning hours emanated from their freshly showered bodies—an intoxicating, unresolved aroma.
Now, there were no owners or pets here.
Just three business partners, ready to settle the results of the massive "Red Cliff Battle" that had raged for nearly a month.
"Let's start the settlements."
At my words, Yura perched on the edge of the bed and opened her laptop.
Her eyes gleamed coldly from behind sharp-framed glasses.
It was the face of Han Yura, our CFO who had somehow taken over managing the communal funds since we moved in.
Chaewon sat at the end of the sofa, nervously biting her dry lips.
A moment later, Yura's typing stopped.
She reported the final results in a calm voice.
"'Red Cliff Battle' and related day trades included. Total realized profits... 13.82 billion won."
Even at that astronomical figure, Yura's voice didn't waver.
She continued.
"Profit distribution based on existing asset shares."
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the laptop screen.
"Kim Cheolsu, approximately 85.2% share. Dividend: 11.778 billion won."
"...Me, Han Yura, approximately 12.5% share. Dividend: 1.728 billion won."
The moment the last name was called, Chaewon's shoulders jerked sharply.
"Yun Chaewon, approximately 2.3% share. Dividend: 318 million won."
"...Huh?"
Chaewon blurted out in disbelief.
300 million.
Enough money to completely upend her entire life.
Her pupils trembled like they were caught in an earthquake, unable to accept that the number was hers.
"So... this money, can we use it right away? Like last time... in stablecoins?"
It wasn't me who answered her innocent question.
It was Yura, tearing her eyes from the screen.
She adjusted her glasses and spoke in a voice cold enough to freeze over.
"No. The real problem starts now."
Chaewon's expression hardened instantly at Yura's words.
Yura pressed on regardless.
"Before, it was simple. Cheolsu would launder the coins through a few overseas exchanges, deposit stablecoins into our personal wallets, and done... Clean, no taxes, no source questions."
Yura paused briefly.
"Now, the Travel Rule is tripping us up. Every time you move over a million won in crypto to a domestic exchange, you have to verify the sender and receiver's identities. To cash out these 13.8 billion, we'll have to go through a domestic exchange eventually."
Her gaze pierced me and Chaewon in turn.
"The second this massive sum hits our accounts from overseas, the tax office will call. 'Where did this money come from?' What do we say? 'Earned it during post-nut clarity'? That's not the issue—the problem is taxes. We're receiving 'money' from you, Cheolsu, so we owe capital gains tax."
A heavy silence filled the room.
All color had drained from Chaewon's face.
The cruel reality: a mountain of cash right in front of us, but untouchable as a mirage.
Classic Han Yura.
She'd mastered this stuff as well as I had.
We'd hit a new wall.
A heavy silence filled the room.
The cruel reality: a mountain of cash right in front of us, but nearly half could be ripped away by taxes.
All color had drained from Chaewon's face.
I broke the silence.
Leaning deep into the chair's backrest, I murmured softly.
"If we can't avoid it... we find the way to pay the least."
My words made Yura's head snap up from the laptop.
Her eyes sharpened behind her glasses, as if she'd been waiting.
"Exactly. As individuals, half goes to taxes. Can't dodge the top income tax bracket. Proving the source is secondary."
She was fully our team's CFO now.
"But a corporation changes everything. Corporate tax rates are way lower than personal comprehensive income tax. And..."
A faint smile tugged at Yura's lips for the first time.
"We three all get paid as employees. I and Chaewon register as tenants here, and deduct rent, utilities, car maintenance, even meal allowances—all as company expenses. Legally minimizing taxes."
I nodded in satisfaction at Yura's perfect answer.
"Yeah, that's it. An investment advisory corporation. Our company."
At that declaration, a glimmer of hope finally dawned on Chaewon's despairing face.
We'd found a way over the new wall.
By the time the fierce battle and meeting wrapped up, it was nearly 4 a.m.
The tension that had wrung our brains dry released all at once, flooding us with exhaustion.
Time to rest.
Instead of heading to her own room as if it were the most natural thing, Yura flopped straight onto my bed.
No hesitation, like it was her master bedroom.
Chaewon, on the other hand, quietly stood and murmured toward me.
"Goodnight."
With that single word, she turned toward the door.
On reflex, I grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Huh? Why? Something left to say?"
Her round eyes looked at me in confusion.
I opened my mouth in the most pitiful voice I could muster.
"I've been crazy stressed lately... no service?"
Sex? We do it all the time.
Like, a ton.
But sex for post-nut clarity awakening is different from real sex.
The walk I'd been hyped for—thanks to the "master appears" event I truly respected—had ended on a whimper, leaving me full of regret.
I made the world's saddest puppy face.
Chaewon stared at me for a moment before bursting into a "pfft" of laughter.
"God, you're such a horn dog..."
"So, comfort me?"
"No."
Chaewon shook her head.
Instead of pulling away, she met my eyes squarely and whispered.
"Truth is... I kinda wanted to too."
"Whoa?! For real?"
Her unexpected reply lit up my face.
I teased her with a mischievous grin.
"Exposure walk hit the spot, huh? Ass getting all tight and perky?"
Chaewon's face turned beet red at my words.
I chuckled and tugged her wrist, leading her toward Yura—who had already claimed one side of the bed, turned away, lying there.
"...A little?"
Pulled by my hand, she mumbled in a mosquito-like voice, head bowed.
Ah,
Chaewon's gap moe...
It's cheating.
Usually, she has this saintly Madonna face, pure as heaven,
but the shy female side she shows in moments like this.
No man could resist that dual charm.
Her shy affirmation snapped my last thread of reason.
Excited, I roughly laid Chaewon on the bed.
I yanked off her comfy training pants and panties in one go.
In sync, Yura on the other side started shedding her pajamas with a rustle.
Her face saying, "So, it begins."
I slowly took in the two perfectly contrasting worlds spread out on the bed.
Chaewon's luscious blonde hair splayed messily across the pillow like angel wings.
Her innocent face flushed red with shame and anticipation.
Meanwhile,
Yura swept her flawless jet-black bob back with one hand.
Her impassive expression carried an arrogance that said, "I know exactly what you like."
Chaewon's body was soft curves incarnate.
The irezumi covering her back extended to the side of her ample breasts, like a seductive tattoo painting on her skin.
Yura's body bore no such art.
Her flawless porcelain skin featured firm, handful-sized breasts with cherry nipples provocatively erect.
Chaewon's lower belly and thighs carried the soft, voluptuous fullness of a woman who had borne a child.
Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed and modest, suited her personality.
Yura's was utterly bare.
Smoothly maintained skin and sleek hip lines made her seem like an artificially perfected masterpiece.
One was a warm, embracing earth.
The other, a sharply chiseled ice sculpture.
And the man who could have both at once?
Only me in the whole world.
Who to devour first.
Yura's pussy that clenched so tightly?
Or
Chaewon's that melted everything away with softness?
The choice was quick.
I gently parted Chaewon's thighs and slid between them.
She'd said she wanted it—and she was fully ready.
Her slick-with-love-juices pussy eagerly swallowed my cock like an old friend.
If Yura's gripped every nerve with intense pleasure, Chaewon's melted away all tension in lazy bliss.
Her hot, soft inner walls embraced me without a single gap, as if comforting me.
Chaewon's body rocked pleasantly with my movements.
"Haa... Nngh... Feels like... it's molded perfectly to your size now... from doing it just with you..."
At her lewd words, the moment I started thrusting my hips in earnest—
Yura moved like a sleek cat, climbing onto Chaewon—who lay beneath me, legs spread.
She thrust her pussy toward Chaewon's face, clung tight to my body, and flicked her tongue at my nipple.
Slurp... Suck... Slurp...
Wet, blatant sounds echoed through the room.
Stimulation at my chest tip and pleasure from below slammed my brain simultaneously.
Slurp... Suck... ♥
Was that Yura licking my chest?
Or
Chaewon, pinned beneath us, sucking Yura's pussy?
My mind
growing
hazy,
fuzzy,
dazed.