Chapter 95
Chapter 95
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: Dr. Kim Seolgi
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Wednesday morning, I kept my promise and attended Haneuli's talent show performance, just as planned.
On stage, Haneuli flashed me a beaming smile while fumbling through her clumsy dance routine. Standing beside Chaewon, who was tearing up with joy at the sight of her daughter, I played the role of "dad" for a little while.
The post-nut clarity I felt in Chaewon's body after so long was different from Yura's or Choi Yang's—stable and profoundly clear.
Riding that energy, I racked up another miraculous day-trading return of over 10% in the afternoon stock market, just like yesterday.
The "track record" of the genius investor Kim Cheolsu was stacking up steadily.
After the market closed, I headed alone to the café where I'd arranged to meet Team Leader Kim Seolgi.
When I arrived at the spot and waited a bit, the café door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped inside.
I nearly burst out laughing without meaning to.
A black mask covering half her face, a cap pulled low over her eyes.
Team Leader Kim Seolgi looked like she was advertising "I'm here for a secret rendezvous" to anyone who glanced her way, scanning the room like the hero of a spy thriller.
Only after sweeping her eyes over every customer in the café did she cautiously approach and sit down across from me.
'Hmm... Hasn't this lady watched one too many movies?'
I knew her as a top-tier researcher with "genius" credentials, but she had this unexpectedly ditzy side.
The moment she sat down, she leaned forward and whispered in a tiny voice.
"No one... saw us, right? No tails following?"
I barely held back a laugh and replied with the most serious face I could muster.
"Yes, Team Leader. We're good. Relax and speak freely."
Even with my calm reassurance, Dr. Kim Seolgi's tension didn't ease.
With a look of resolve, she pulled a small USB drive from her bag.
Then, like a spy in a movie, she slipped her hand under the table to pass it to me discreetly.
'...Just hand it over on the table, for crying out loud.'
I was dumbfounded, but I played along with her act.
I found her hand under the table and carefully took the USB from her.
Only then did she seem to relax, leaning in even closer with a stage whisper so loud it probably carried to the next table over.
"President...! Your brother-in-law—no, President Choi—is planning to suck up your noble investment funds!"
"...You could've told me this over the phone..."
"No! This is Shilla Biotech's ugliest secret—one I had to deliver in person!"
She scanned the room once more with a grave expression.
"Your brother-in-law planned to use your monthly investments like an oxygen tank to prolong the company's life. He'd fake the research, delay results as long as possible, and pour the money into paying off debts and expanding the diet jelly business! This... this is an insult to science!"
'Expanding the diet jelly business...'
I was momentarily speechless at the sheer ambition. Dr. Kim Seolgi grabbed my hand, her voice nearly breaking.
"I can't stomach your noble funds vanishing on marketing for some cheap 'Begone! Calorie-Cut' jelly—not with my scientist's conscience! Please... protect my research, our future!"
She was like a tragic whistleblower risking her life to expose the company's dark secrets.
But to me, she just looked like a ditzy cutie—brilliant brain aside, full of endearing quirks.
I gently held her hand and reassured her in my most trustworthy tone.
"Don't worry, Doctor. Your courageous decision won't go to waste."
I'd calmed her down, but my mind was already turning cold and calculating.
First, consider the options.
I couldn't trust that bumbling con artist, President Choi Sin-su, with my money.
The simplest, surest way was to seize control of Shilla Biotech itself.
I recalled the share structure I'd glanced over during post-nut clarity.
Shilla Biotech, started as a pharma venture.
Simple ownership: President Choi Sin-su at 33%.
His wife, listed as CFO, at 15%.
This scientist sitting across from me, Team Leader Kim Seolgi, at 8%.
The rest scattered among early and individual investors.
Choi and his wife's combined 48% effectively controlled the company.
Plus...
Choi's scheme wasn't outright "attempted fraud" legally.
Just cunning exploitation of the contract's loophole: investments continue as long as research does.
Tough to challenge in court—too ambiguous.
But who cares.
The game ended the moment Dr. Kim Seolgi switched to my side.
Pour in cash, back her in a proxy fight at the shareholders' meeting, and taking control of Shilla Biotech would be a breeze.
But...
Did I really want to grab the reins and run the company myself? Way too much hassle.
Tsk...
What to do.
As I sank into deep thought, Dr. Kim Seolgi fidgeted across from me, biting her lip anxiously.
I took a break from the headache of management woes and started appreciating the "ditzy genius" before me as a work of art.
Early thirties.
No makeup on her face at all.
Probably just lotion—barely any foundation.
But her flawless, clear skin only amplified her intellectual vibe.
A few strands of hair, tied up hastily, clung to her pale cheek.
That disheveled touch somehow felt even more alluring.
Behind thick horn-rimmed glasses, her eyes sparkled with sharp researcher's wit mixed with worldly innocence—like a deer's, pure and fragile.
Baggy shirt and pants that hid her figure completely.
Classic researcher style—zero interest in fashion, no body on display.
But I could tell.
Under that loose shirt hid a body untouched by any man's hands, hypersensitive in ways inversely proportional to her intellect.
Mmm...
Ungroomed, yet all the more delicious-looking.
Suddenly, a great idea hit me.
A simple, fun solution to the management headache.
I proposed it to the ditzy genius across from me in my most reliable voice.
"Team Leader, this is too important for a café. Shall we move somewhere quiet?"
'Somewhere super easy to get her panties off.'
A woman I'd planned to sample eventually anyway.
She knew all the core tech in this industry, with a naive personality perfect for exploitation.
Make her fully mine, and Shilla Biotech's ops would sort themselves out easy.
Hiding all that, I wore the face of an investor purely concerned for her "safety."
She nodded, still tense but with eyes full of trust.
"Yes, President. That sounds good."
I got her in the car and headed to the priciest hotel nearby.
Dr. Kim Seolgi seemed to think we were going to a meeting room or lounge—no hint of suspicion as she gazed out the window from the passenger seat.
But when the car pulled up to the hotel's flashy lobby,
and I strode to the front desk without hesitation to book a room, she finally caught on.
As I turned back with the room key, she startled and stepped back.
Her eyes shook with unease.
I'd anticipated that. I summoned all my acting chops for one perfect "expression."
It said:
'Oh, we're about to discuss something 'important and secret'—don't we need a spot with perfect security?
Team Leader, what else could you be imagining?
I have zero interest in your pussy!
This is purely business!
Can't you handle a little embarrassment for humanity's sake?!
Disqualified as a scientist!'
My heartfelt(?) expression worked. Our ditzy big sis swallowed hard and nodded.
She looked ashamed of herself for even suspecting.
'...Fuck, she's an automatic door?'
I inwardly cheered and hit the elevator button.
Click.
The luxury hotel room door shut, leaving just us two.
Eating a woman like this is surprisingly simple.
Be bold as hell, overwhelm her senses! No time for second thoughts—a barrage of nonsense logic!
That's the miracle formula.
I loosened my tie a bit and said to Dr. Kim Seolgi, who stood by the window at a loss,
"Ah, but... since I'm a guy, it's hard to talk properly like this. Doctor."
"...Pardon?"
"Let's do it once first."
"...Pardon?"
My words right after closing the door turned her face beet red with confusion.
I didn't give her a second to think straight, plowing on with bullshit naturalness.
"You know the old saying, 'boys and girls separate at seven'? It's gotta happen eventually. Let's get it over with refreshingly first, then talk seriously with clear heads. More efficient, right?"
"...Pardon?"
Her brain short-circuited at my absurd logic, stuck repeating herself blankly.
I seized the moment, grabbed her wrist, and flung her onto the soft bed with a whoosh.
"Ah!"
As she tumbled onto the bed in shock, I fired the final confirmation killshot.
"Oh, and I'm into raw creampies—pussy-ruining stuff. So, creampie okay?"
".........Pardon?!"
The biggest, most flustered scream of the day burst from her mouth.