Chapter 97
Chapter 97
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: Liver and Gallbladder
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After the intense storm had passed, the hotel room was left only with the sticky heat mingled with the scents of their bodies, sweat, and traces of pleasure.
I leaned back against the headboard with my eyes closed.
Dr. Kim Seolgi, who had just collapsed from multiple orgasms moments ago, was now quietly performing today's "post-coital cleanup" duties in front of me.
In the silent room, only the wet, sticky sounds of smack, smack echoed softly.
I savored this peaceful moment of conquest while starting to check the information needed for my next plan.
"Dr., you own 8% of Shilla Biotech, right?"
"Slurp... haa... Yes, that's right."
Her mumbled reply came from under the desk.
"Hmm, and the wife of CEO Choi Shin-su—your sister, right?—holds 15%, yeah?"
"......"
At my question, the movement under the desk froze for a moment.
A moment later, Dr. Kim Seolgi lifted her head and looked up at me.
Her eyes brimmed with some kind of dissatisfaction. In a pouty tone, she said,
"...Don't use such formal titles. Call me Seolgi."
"......"
I was momentarily at a loss for words.
'Sister? There's almost a ten-year age gap between her and me. Have some conscience?'
It was absurd, but for now, I decided to play along with this smart, naive, and endlessly useful doctor.
"Mm, got it... Uh, Seolgi?"
"...Good... hehe..."
At my awkward call, she smiled innocently like a child and buried her face back into me.
A moment later, she asked curiously,
"But why my sister's shares?"
"Just wondering."
"Huh?"
The plan was simple.
Dr. Kim Seolgi's 8%. Plus her sister—the wife of CEO Choi Shin-su—with 15%.
Together, that's 23%.
Still short of CEO Choi Shin-su's 33%, but enough for a solid foothold.
But how to bring those two to my side?
I stroked her head and tossed out the key question.
"Your sister and CEO Choi Shin-su... uh, your brother-in-law. You guys get along?"
"My sister and bro-in-law? Not bad, but not amazingly good either. Just... like business partners? Why?"
"Oh, really? That's fortunate."
At my meaningful words, I gave a light smile to the tilting-headed Kim Seolgi.
Then, signaling no more questions, I gently pressed her head back toward my cock, and the pleasant "post-coital service" resumed.
Hmm...
As I received her ministrations, I closed my eyes and fitted the final piece into my new plan.
CEO Choi Shin-su.
A man in his late forties who'd devoted his life to research.
His wife was the CFO.
Their relationship was close to business partners.
No money, but as CEO of a KOSDAQ-listed company, his "honor" and "pride" must be stronger than anyone's.
There was a classic, foolproof way to break men like this.
Give them what money can't buy.
A night with a woman of a "different class"—the sweet vanity and sense of conquest it brings.
Not just any woman.
A being who thrives on the public eye, under dazzling lights. A secret rendezvous with a "star" everyone admires.
That had to be the childish yet powerful desire buried deepest in a man like Choi Shin-su.
And soon, in my hands would be the perfect "bait farm" to supply it.
'Star Maker Entertainment.'
I recalled the scene I'd witnessed yesterday at Blue Sky Games.
Even seeing the idol "Areum," who'd flopped after just a month, the engineering nerds' eyes had sparkled that much.
Would CEO Choi Shin-su be any different?
I smirked in satisfaction.
Every piece was perfectly in place.
Use Choi Yang's colleague to unzip CEO Choi Shin-su's pants.
Use the evidence to force a divorce from his wife and snatch the shares.
And in that spot, seat Dr. Kim Seolgi, who swore loyalty to me.
A perfect scenario.
In the thrill of finding the final puzzle piece for this whole plan, I pressed Dr. Kim Seolgi's head, serving me below, even deeper.
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Having successfully wrapped up my rendezvous with Dr. Kim Seolgi, I returned to the Paju headquarters only late at night.
My mind burned hot with the new plan to assemble the massive puzzle called Shilla Biotech.
I beckoned to Choi Yang, who was sprawled on the living room sofa like a doll, staring at her smartphone.
"Secretary Choi, let's check the meeting room for a sec."
"Ugh, what now..."
Choi Yang, wearing an expression like the whole world annoyed her, reluctantly got up and followed me.
The dark second-floor meeting room.
I didn't turn on the lights, closing the door so only faint streetlight seeped in from the window.
The moment I turned,
Before I could even open my mouth, Choi Yang's hand was already slipping into her skirt naturally.
"......?"
Swish—
With the sound of fabric rustling, she gripped her panty waistband with familiar motions and yanked them down to her knees without hesitation.
Like a well-trained soldier assembling a gun the instant the order dropped—mechanical, no second thoughts.
"Whoa, whoa, hold up! Stop! Not that!"
I waved my hands in panic, and Choi Yang, still in that awkward pose with panties at her knees, just cocked her head and looked at me.
Her cynical eyes said exactly this:
'Then what. If it's not fucking, you got nothing to say to me.'
A disbelieving chuckle escaped me.
No, this girl really... Does her mind go straight to sex the second I call her?
Of course, I'd trained her that way,
But still, this was a bit much...
I cleared my throat awkwardly and got to the real point.
"No, uh, it's about those members you worked with before. Got some questions."
"......"
At my words, Choi Yang stared at me for a moment.
Her eyes sent another crystal-clear message of a different sort.
'Fucking asshole. Knew it. Using me for recon to bang someone else.'
"What did I even do? Why you looking at me like trash?"
I called her for questions, she drops her own panties, misunderstands on her own, throws a fit on her own.
Seriously, I felt a little wronged.
Tsking my tongue, I said to Choi Yang, still shooting me a sideways glare,
"First, fix your clothes and sit over there. I'm about to show you the magic trick of swallowing a whole company. Watch closely."
Choi Yang eyed me suspiciously for a sec, then silently straightened her outfit and sat in the opposite chair.
I leaned over the table, whispering conspiratorially like sharing a secret, eyes gleaming like a con artist's.
"Secretary Choi. See that CEO Choi Shin-su? Lifelong nerd. Know what guys like that are weak to? 'Recognition.' A young, pretty girl—ex-idol who was on TV—goes, 'President, you're amazing!' with a sweet smile, and boom, he'll hand over liver and gallbladder."
I explained my plan to use her Pink Angels colleagues like it was some amazing secret technique.
"What happens then? Cracks in the marriage, family fight. Wife snaps, 'Ugh, can't even look at you! Take the damn stocks!' and tosses hubby the shares—we just snap 'em up. That's the cutting-edge M&A using 'emotion.' Slick, right?"
"......"
"And Dr. Kim Seolgi? Hates the bro-in-law who betrayed her sis, sees me—who gets her research—as a savior. We push hard, put her in CEO spot, she'll be loyal for life. We just sit back, watch the research, collect royalties. Picture perfect, yeah?"
All the explaining done. Self-satisfied with my flawless scenario, I waited for Choi Yang's reaction.
She just stared at me, silent.
No more sarcasm or curiosity in her eyes.
She looked at me like she was eyeing a once-in-a-lifetime snake oil salesman's miracle cure.
"But sir. Sounds good, but... we dump everything on Dr. Kim Seolgi—what if that ajumma backstabs us later?"
"...She's not an ajumma, is she?"
"Generation gap with me says ajumma."
"Ah..."
At my short sigh, Choi Yang dropped the issue.
She went on with "anyway" and pulled out the real question burning her.
"We're buying shares and investing with our money anyway—why not just take full control?"
I shook my head at her sharp question.
"Not wrong, but,"
I shook my head again, feeling the distance between us at opposite ends of the long table.
"Secretary Choi, can you run a pharma company? Vice prez? I can't either. Got one body. So best to put a 'trustworthy' insider who knows the industry cold."
Choi Yang wasn't convinced.
"How the hell do you trust some ajumma you met a few times."
At her persistent, logical probe, I sighed like I had no choice.
Then tossed the real "key" moving this whole board—casually, plainly.
"Ahh, fucked her a few times in the hotel before coming over—she was ready to hand over liver and gallbladder."
"........."
After my plausible explanation, Choi Yang stared blankly at me for a bit.
Her cynical eyes scanned me up and down like dissecting me.
Several seconds of silence passed, then a weird smile mixing contempt and understanding curled her lips.
"Ah, got it now."
She nodded, like all the puzzle pieces clicked.
"Sir, after divorcing that CFO from Shilla's CEO..."
"......"
"You're scheming for a sisters combo meal, right?"
"......Uh."
A dumb noise slipped out unbidden.
"......Mm."
Honestly, not like the thought hadn't crossed my mind, so I shut my mouth tight, no excuses.
Realizing my silence was affirmation, Choi Yang sighed long and deep with a 'knew it, you trash bastard' look.
The meeting room filled again with awkward, subtle silence.