Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Performance
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3:50 PM.
The representative's office, now that everything was over, was left only with the sticky, thick traces of their intense affair.
I poured everything I had into Choi Yang, then immediately pulled out.
The sexual excitement that had dominated me just moments ago vanished like a lie, and my mind cleared up as if I'd been doused with ice water.
Post-Nut Clarity awakened.
Choi Yang stayed slumped over the desk, propped up on both hands, catching her ragged breath for a moment.
Her small back trembled faintly.
Eventually, she slowly straightened her waist.
Without even turning to look at me, she pulled out a few tissues from the box on the desk with familiar, emotionless movements.
Then, she indifferently wiped away my traces trickling down the inside of her thighs, as if cleaning up spilled coffee from the desk.
There was no shame or lingering pleasure on her face.
Just the fatigue and indifference of an office worker who'd finished an annoying task.
Once she'd tidied up, she smoothed out the wrinkles in her crumpled H-line skirt with her hands, making it neat again.
And when she finally turned toward me, she already wore the perfect face of "Secretary Choi."
Instead of zipping up my pants, I leaned back into the plush executive chair.
In the sharp clarity of Post-Nut Clarity from that intense act, I reviewed today's results.
At that moment, Han Yura dragged her exhausted body up from the sofa and approached me.
She knelt in front of me as if it were routine and began the "cleanup" of the traces from moments ago.
I gently stroked her head while instructing Choi Yang to handle the next task.
"Secretary Choi. Call Shilla Biotech and get Team Leader Kim Seulgi on the line."
"Yes, sir."
Choi Yang dialed Shilla Biotech with a voice so cold and professional it was hard to believe she'd just taken all of me inside her moments before.
A moment later, she handed me the smartphone.
"Team Leader Kim Seulgi is on the line."
I gently stroked Yura's head, slick with my semen and Choi Yang's fluids, as I took the call.
"Team Leader Kim, this is Kim Cheolsu from Bluesky. Did you have a good weekend?"
Her voice came through the receiver.
But it wasn't simple joy—it carried an urgent, secretive tension.
[Ah, President! I've been waiting for your call! This is... really fortunate.]
"Is something wrong?"
[President... I talked with my brother-in-law over the weekend about the budget proposal. But... he's saying something strange.]
I waited silently for her to continue.
[He says if you provide monthly operating funds... we'll use that money to put out the company's urgent fires first—the debts—and drag out the research as slowly and discreetly as possible... to keep getting your funding for as long as we can. This isn't about developing new drugs... it's just about using your money to keep the company afloat.]
"Hoo..."
I let out an involuntary exclamation.
This hopelessly naive businessman.
Daring to think of my money as a pension to prop up his crumbling kingdom.
"Why tell me such crucial internal information, Team Leader?"
I pierced to the heart to confirm her true intentions.
Her response was firm.
[I'm... a scientist. I can't bear to see my research—my baby—reduced to a means of survival by selling diet jelly. You're the only one who can properly finish this research. Please... please protect my work.]
Desperation laced her voice.
I said nothing for a moment.
Her pledge of loyalty handed me a sharp blade to slit President Choi Shinsu's throat.
But it also dumped a massive headache in my lap.
'Kick out Choi Shinsu.'
Fine up to there.
But then what?
I'm an investor, not an operator.
My skills are specialized in reading market flows and controlling money flows.
Buying shares with money to acquire Shilla Biotech? No problem.
But...
Even now, Shilla Biotech, Bluesky Games, StarMaker Entertainment—I'm already stretched thin handling what I've started, and now I have to personally run a sinking company too?
That wasn't the picture I wanted.
"Got it, Team Leader. Thanks for the valuable info. I'll carefully consider our response. I'll get back to you later."
What now? Maybe find a decent puppet president?
Yun Chaewon? Aside from satisfying my cock, she's honestly useless.
Han Yura? Smart enough, but...
Her greed for money could blind her, and she'd probably stab me in the back someday.
Choi Yang? She's decent as a secretary, but questionable if she has the chops to revive a failing company.
Besides, I planned to delegate full authority of the soon-to-be-acquired StarMaker Entertainment to her.
Running both StarMaker and Shilla Biotech at once would be too much.
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped me unbidden.
As I sank deep into thought, Choi Yang glanced at her tablet and informed me in her secretary tone.
"President, the meeting with the real estate developer is coming up."
"Oh, right? Got it..."
I stood from my seat.
For now, handle things one by one.
"Choi Yang. Set up a meeting with Team Leader Kim Seulgi. Tomorrow morning, I'll visit her personally."
Choi Yang checked her tablet at my instruction and looked up.
"Tomorrow, Haneul asked to clear the morning for her preschool performance. Should I cancel and schedule with Team Leader Kim?"
"Oh, yeah..."
Her words brought Chaewon's teary face to mind.
'Tomorrow's Haneul's preschool performance, right?'
"No. Evening instead."
"Yes."
The verbal agreement was done, but legal procedures remained.
Before that, I had to resolve the President Choi Shinsu issue.
I left the representative's office to tackle the new problem and another business deal.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The surest way to make money in Korea.
No doubt about it—it's "real estate." Everyone agrees.
Gangnam.
This once-barren field of bean patches and rice paddies has become the heart of Korean capitalism.
This land, where per-pyeong prices laughably exceed 100 or 200 million won, has turned ordinary folks into nouveau riche over decades, proving the alchemy of capital where money begets money.
But it's also a market swarming with scammers, thriving on human greed.
"...So, our 'Ocean-Dream D&C' plans to build an ultra-luxury residence here, riding the upcoming Southeast Asia tourism boom."
Park Jintae, head of the suspiciously named development firm 'Ocean-Dream D&C,' rambled on with his slick face.
His laptop screen showed a plausible 3D rendering.
'That'd cost 5 million won if outsourced.'
I grumbled inwardly as I kept listening to his pitch.
"The key is, we're not selling for owner-occupancy. Upon completion, we'll list all units on sharing platforms like Airbnb for stable rental income. Projected yield: over 15% annually. Guaranteed."
Is he nuts?
No local infrastructure or specific management plans, and he guarantees it?
Classic scam: take the investment and run.
I nearly burst out laughing in disbelief.
But funnier was Han Yura's face beside me.
Her eyes sparkled, completely enchanted by his rosy future.
This bitch acts all smart, but her ears flap at beginner-level sweet talk?
I barely swallowed my sigh with a sip of mixed coffee.
Back in the day, I'd have spat, "Don't waste my time, fuck off, you scammer prick."
But now, I'm the CEO of 'Bluesky Investment,' a respectable front.
I put on my most cultured capitalist face, stood, and shook hands with Park Jintae.
"Thank you for the great insights, Head Park. We'll discuss internally and get back to you soon."
"Haha, understood. Looking forward to good news, President Kim."
Park left the hotel lounge triumphantly, convinced he'd hooked a big fish.
The moment he was gone, Han Yura turned to me with shining eyes.
"What do you think? Looks good, right? Airbnb for Southeast Asian tourists— the yield would be insane..."
"Haa... you dumb slut."
"Why the fuck are you cursing out of nowhere? I just asked what you thought!"
She snapped back at my random insult.
Utterly baffled, I stared at her face and asked.
"Did you suck his dick?"
"What the fuck are you saying, you psycho?"
"No, you psycho bitch. Even without my Post-Nut Clarity, it's obvious bullshit full of holes, and you fall for that candy-coated crap? He was decent-looking... did his cock taste so fucking good it fried your brain for a sec?"
"........."
Her face drained white at my blunt insult.
Her eyes began to waver.
"...So you're saying... it's a scam?"
"Yeah. Every word, every sentence—pure nonsense."
At my firm answer, hope and greed faded from her face.
Replaced by deep humiliation at realizing she'd been duped like an idiot.
Seeing her expression, I asked suspiciously.
"You didn't already put in personal money, did you?"
"...Five million as a deposit."
"You dumb bitch."
The curse slipped out.
Han Yura asked in a near-tear voice.
"Should I report to the police?"
"You think they're idiots? They'll have papers rigged legally, sneaky as hell. Tiny fine print loaded with poison clauses midway through the contract."
"Fuck..."
"Why the death-glare? Think of it as going for a handjob and getting gangbanged instead."
"Goddamn, even your analogies are shitty."
"That's why I tell you to study, you moron bitch. How long you gonna stick to just my cock-house?"
"......"
She finally exploded at my abusive words, glaring daggers.
"What? Gonna do something about it? Did I say anything wrong?"
"But... you never say this shit to Chaewon. You discriminate like a motherfucker?"
I smirked at her resentful question.
"Discriminate? Yeah. I do."
I set down my coffee cup and looked her straight in the eye.
"Chaewon just needs to live comfortably by my side. No fuck-ups, raise Haneul pretty, spread her legs for me now and then. I don't expect more from her. She's just my pretty 'pet.'"
"......"
"But you're different, Han Yura."
I leaned across the table, whispering in her ear.
"You're my 'partner.' My empire's CFO in charge of finances. If you fall for basic scams like this, do you even deserve to be by my side? Wake up, moron bitch. The seat next to me isn't for just anyone."
At my cruel praise, Han Yura fell silent.
In her eyes, anger, humiliation, and a twisted craving for recognition as "special" swirled in a violent storm.