Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: Cash Cow Ranch
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I climbed into the car with a satisfied smile.
Choi Yang, who I'd assumed would take the passenger seat as usual, brazenly opened the back door and slid in.
I started the engine and glanced at her in the rearview mirror as she sat in the back seat.
The secretary was sitting there with her legs crossed like she was the damn chairman.
She spoke first.
"Heading to the company now?"
"No."
"There's a five-star hotel just up ahead. How about we go there?"
Choi Yang pointed at the flashy hotel outside the window, her voice laced with subtle expectation.
I let out an incredulous chuckle.
"...Is sex the only thing on your mind?"
"That's rich coming from you, boss."
Her dead-serious retort left me speechless for a moment.
I quietly pulled out of the parking spot, driving right past the five-star hotel she'd mentioned.
Instead, I parked in the lot of a cheap-looking motel in the very next alley.
As we got out, Choi Yang wrinkled her nose openly and grumbled.
"Ugh, you have plenty of money. Can't we go somewhere with a better vibe?"
"We're just gonna drain it and go. Why waste cash?"
"Eww... You're so unromantic."
"Sue me."
I stuck my tongue out to tease her, then headed familiarly toward the motel entrance.
With a deep sigh, Choi Yang had no choice but to follow.
The moment we entered the room, I locked the door and said,
"Choi Yang, no time. Got a ton to handle today—need to make this quick."
"...Got it."
I barely registered her reply as I spun her around and pinned her against the wall.
Then I roughly hiked up her H-line skirt to her waist and yanked her panties down to her ankles in one go.
"Hup!"
Ignoring her startled gasp, I pulled myself out and thrust in without any prep.
This wasn't for pleasure.
It was purely a mechanical process to flip the switch in my brain.
I gripped her waist as she braced against the wall and pistoned mechanically toward my goal.
Choi Yang made no sound.
She just stared blankly at the stained wallpaper.
A few minutes later.
With a short groan, I emptied everything inside her.
And the switch flipped.
The sexual haze that had clouded me vanished like a lie, my mind sharpening as if doused in ice water.
Everything in the world transformed into data—problems to solve and their solutions.
Post-Nut Clarity awakened.
I pulled out immediately, zipped up, and said,
"Done. Let's go."
My voice was cold and businesslike, as if I hadn't just been inside her.
Choi Yang gave me a vacant look, then silently adjusted her panties and smoothed her rumpled skirt.
We left the motel less than ten minutes after checking in, the bed still untouched and cold.
I exited with a satisfied expression and got into the driver's seat.
Everything was going according to plan.
As I started the engine, Choi Yang—who'd somehow planted herself in the back seat again despite being just a secretary—asked,
"Company now?"
"No."
"If not the company, where to?"
"You call yourself a secretary and you don't even know the boss's schedule?"
She shot back in disbelief at my jab.
"You never share the damn schedule with me."
"Oh..."
"Idiot."
I ignored her muttered curse.
I pulled out and explained the plan ahead.
"Silla Biotech will be a money pit for at least a year. We can't just sit on our hands."
"True. But can't we just keep trading lightly like now?"
"You moron! Nobody notices if we just trade. I keep telling you—we need a 'story'!"
Choi Yang looked genuinely baffled at my near-shout.
"I don't care if nobody notices—as long as we make bank."
"Didn't you used to be an interest-seeker? An idol?"
I poked at her sore spot, and her face stiffened instantly.
"Take it from someone who's been there. Getting attention from people is exhausting. Hate comments, annoyances—it's all more trouble than it's worth."
I ignored her and punched a new destination into the navigation.
We sped along the highway toward Seoul's southwest, Guro Digital Complex.
"...So, where are we really going?"
Choi Yang was now meekly in the passenger seat, no more back-seat antics.
"Art gallery."
"Huh?"
"Value isn't just in stocks. This time, we're buying a painting nobody knows about."
She shut up at my cryptic answer.
Soon, we parked in the underground lot of a massive knowledge industry center amid countless IT firms.
I took the elevator to the first-floor lobby and scanned the directory.
Among hundreds of company logos, I spotted a familiar name.
[Room 708. Blue Sky Games]
I smiled in satisfaction.
Not even publicly traded—just a tiny game dev outfit, barely above college club level.
My interest stemmed purely from coincidence.
Our company shared the name, so I'd idly checked their info for kicks.
And Post-Nut Clarity revealed their finances were hellish.
The VC that funded them early pulled out, citing unclear revenue models.
Worse, contract terms forced them to cough up some of the prior investment.
They were on the brink of folding.
But I saw it.
In their public demo video—buggy and crude.
A core fun factor no VC evaluator spotted, but once tasted, impossible to quit. Insanely addictive.
As the elevator rose to the seventh floor, I told Choi Yang,
"This is the stage for my second legend."
Room 708. A flimsy A4-printed nameplate: [Blue Sky Games].
I knocked confidently, like storming a castle gate.
Knock knock.
A young, energetic voice called from inside, "Come in!"
Blue Sky Games' interior was the polar opposite of Silla Biotech.
Cramped and worn, sure—but brimming with the passion of youths untouched by society's grime.
More college clubroom than office.
Desks littered with energy drink cans and snack bags, whiteboard crammed with indecipherable formulas and character art.
Three young guys, eyes hollow from all-nighters, stared at us.
I addressed them in my most trustworthy tone.
"We're from Blue Sky Investment, scouting investment opportunities."
The word "investment" lit up their tired eyes like synchronized fireworks.
The glasses-wearing leader-looking one scrambled to pull out chairs, sneaking glances at Choi Yang with a starstruck boyish grin.
I was about to launch into my "story" when...
The glasses guy mustered courage and asked Choi Yang,
"Um... are you by any chance... Pink Angels'... Areum...?"
Areum...?
Who the hell is that?
Before I could spin my tale, this out-of-nowhere question made me turn to Choi Yang.
And I doubted my eyes.
Choi Yang, who found everything a drag—even losing her virginity with a blasé "whatever" look.
Her cheeks flushed bright red, head bowed in utter embarrassment.
That baffling question shattered the office silence, Choi Yang's face already pomegranate-red.
She averted her gaze in panic, awkwardly fiddling with the ends of her short hair.
Behind her horn-rimmed glasses, eyes that usually gleamed sharply now trembled wildly.
"N-no... wrong person."
But the dev team lead's eyes held the conviction of a decade's fandom.
"No way! Two years ago summer, the tragic girl group that lasted one month—Pink Angels! I was in the army, but I remember everything! Debut track 'Pink First Kiss' stage—I watched it hundreds of times!"
His passionate shout made another dever's eyes widen.
"Wait, 'Pink First Kiss'? I know that song too. So... Areum, the center?"
The devs finally confirmed, surrounding Choi Yang with shining eyes.
Sudden mini fan-sign event.
I watched the absurd, delightful chaos with arms crossed, relaxed.
"Areum, just one autograph...!"
"We're real fans! Song was great—why disband after one month?"
Choi Yang was nearly in tears, floundering.
Her cynical "everything's a drag" mask shattered before fans witnessing her most embarrassing black history.
I loved every second.
Shaking this woman's mentality? Past-digging beats sex.
Missing this honey pot? Kim Cheolsu cries.
I quietly stood, grabbed a scrap of paper from a nearby desk.
Then shamelessly lined up behind the devs for Pink Angels Areum's autograph.
My turn finally.
I beamed and handed her the paper.
"One for me too, please, Areum!"
"......"
Choi Yang looked up, glaring murderously.
Her eyes screamed "This bastard's pushing it."
But so what?
She's just the concept-less "Secretary Choi" who treats the CEO like a chauffeur.
Should've behaved.
I met her killer stare with a smile and drove it home.
"P.S.: 'To. The great CEO of Blue Sky Investment, Kim Cheolsu.'"
"......!"
Choi Yang snatched the pen and paper with trembling hands.
She scribbled something illegible and shoved it back.
I treasured the "autograph," returning to my seat with a smug grin.