Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Leasing the Black Sports Car
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“Hmm, even for a new car, it takes at least a month no matter how fast. And if it's in a higher price range, the delivery time drags on even longer. They just don't produce expensive models in huge numbers, you see.”
Lee Hyunwoo had come full circle back to the very first import car dealership he'd visited.
He'd scoured every import brand showroom in downtown Seoul, but nothing had really grabbed him.
To a total car noob like Lee Hyunwoo, they all looked pretty much identical.
So in the end, he just went with the price and Kim Hana's input.
The one he picked was a sleek black sports car.
Sedans felt too stuffy for his age, and SUVs were just way too bulky.
“So how about a lease? You're planning on 36-month financing anyway—a lease would suit you better. The delivery is lightning-fast with leases. Sign today, and I can have the car ready for you by evening. That's the kind of pull I have.”
The salesman chuckled, bragging about his own clout.
Hyunwoo liked the confidence.
Lease, huh.
It was a buying option he'd never even considered before.
But no need to overthink it.
Lease or financing, it all boiled down to paying in installments.
And once the term was up, the car would be fully his, right?
Without a second thought, Hyunwoo grabbed the pen.
“Sounds good. The idea of driving off tonight? Yeah, that seals it. Let's sign.”
“Thank you, sir!”
The salesman's grin stretched ear to ear.
This was a massive deal.
Full options and all came to a whopping 256 million won.
Thanks to Hyunwoo, the guy had already hit his monthly quota.
“Drive safe! We'll call the second the car's ready for handover. Thank you!”
On his way out, Hyunwoo was loaded down with complimentary gifts from the salesman, arms full.
The salesman bowed a full ninety degrees as Hyunwoo passed.
“Want me to drop you at the hotel?”
Time to part ways with Kim Hana, too.
It was nearly 3 p.m.
Her stream kicked off at 5, so she needed to hustle home and prep.
And Hyunwoo had his own plans back at the hotel.
He wanted to catch Jeong So-rim's daytime broadcast.
But his revenge on the thumping girl and the car sex had eaten up way more time than expected.
Her stream wrapped between 4:30 and 5, so he had to hurry.
“Yeah, let's go. I'm gonna be late for the stream.”
“Huh? I've got tons of time before mine. We could even grab coffee.”
“Not yours. Another female cam stream—gonna miss it.”
“Hey! Come on. Didn't I do a ton of cute stuff for you today? And you're off to watch some other girl?”
The mention of another female cammer made Kim Hana pout, lips pursed.
She sounded pissed.
But it was just her fox routine—no real anger there.
“You treat this like work, and so do I. Hop to it.”
“Ugh, if you were my actual boyfriend, I'd kill you halfway. Lucky for you you're the Chairman.”
The red import car sped down the road.
No other cars dared block a luxury ride like that, so the hotel was a quick trip.
“Oppa!”
As Hyunwoo slammed the car door, hands full of outlet haul and gifts, Kim Hana hopped out of the driver's seat and hurried over.
Did he drop something?
His hands were full—no room to grab it.
“Something fall out of the car? If it's small, pocket it for me. Too big? Set it here.”
“Yeah. You forgot something.”
Grinning wide, Kim Hana sidled right up to him.
Then she planted a smacking kiss on his cheek.
“Farewell gift! Don't forget me even if you watch other girls! I'm really outta here!”
Hyunwoo let out a hollow chuckle at the lingering warmth on his cheek.
Classic fox move.
Wiggling her hips, Kim Hana climbed back into the red import and peeled out of the hotel lot.
“Shall I take those for you, sir?”
The bellboy approached, eyeing Hyunwoo's armful of bags.
His gaze flicked to Hyunwoo's cheek for a split second, then locked seriously on the luggage.
Guy had strong professional pride.
Hyunwoo happily handed it all over.
Not super heavy, but awkward—free help was a win.
His shopping bags stacked neatly on the bellboy's cart.
“Room 1114. Hold on a sec—I need to chat with reception.”
With the car coming tonight, better loop in the hotel ahead of time.
Hyunwoo headed to the front desk.
The staff, who always greeted him with warm smiles, suddenly stiffened.
What the hell? Still, he got to the point.
“I just bought a car. You mentioned long-term guests get reserved parking, right?”
“Yes, sir. We have dedicated spots for extended stays. Happy to show you one. That said... mind if I show you a mirror real quick?”
“A mirror?”
Hyunwoo wondered what was up with her, but given her usual top-notch service, he just nodded.
The receptionist held up a hand mirror.
There, stark on his cheek in the reflection: a bright red lipstick smear.
“Ah, sh...”
Holy shit.
He nearly cursed out loud.
Kim Hana had pranked him with lipstick on his cheek before bolting.
No wonder she'd sped off in the parking lot.
Hyunwoo rubbed at it with his hand to wipe it off.
But the fresh red stain wouldn't budge easily.
“Rubbing like that will just smear it. Want me to get it? Makeup remover cotton's fastest.”
“Yeah... please?”
“Of course. Excuse me.”
She smiled softly, pulling cotton pads from her pouch.
The cool, damp touch felt refreshing on his skin.
And a thought hit him.
She could've just handed it over—why bother personally?
Hanging around women more lately sharpened his instincts; the puzzle clicked fast.
Her gestures, her poise, the subtle touches—all screaming interest.
She was blatantly trying to impress him.
Why the sudden change? She'd never acted this way before.
Another quick think solved it.
He'd gone out earlier in his old rags.
Now? Draped in the luxury fits Kim Hana had styled for him.
One wardrobe swap, and treatment flipped.
Pathetic, really.
“Heh...”
“Something funny...?”
“Sorry, just had a hilarious thought. Lipstick all gone?”
“Crystal clean. Your girlfriend must be a real prankster.”
“Not my girlfriend.”
She'd seen him cycle through women plenty—playing dumb on purpose?
Nah, Namsan Hotel saw tons of guests; unless he showed up arm-in-arm, she wouldn't know.
Still, courtesy called for reciprocating the favor.
“Anyway, thanks. Could've been embarrassing if you hadn't caught it. Wanna grab a meal as payback?”
She'd thrown the first line.
Hotel front desk material—pretty enough to bite.
Hyunwoo took the bold step she was fishing for.
“Oh, I couldn't...”
“Can't? No biggie then.”
But he wasn't here for games.
Playing coy to seize control? Pass.
Pre-BJ harem days, he'd have sold his soul for this shot.
Now? Nothing lacking.
Just a passing fancy for her clean, cute vibe.
As Hyunwoo backed off smoothly, the staffer looked flustered and jumped back in.
Desperate enough to break hotel rules, she snatched his hand up.
“Sorry! Regulations tie my hands.”
A paper texture in his palm.
Her words said no, but her face screamed please, please, please.
Hyunwoo flashed a bright smile and nodded like he'd gotten the message.
Sure enough: her business card.
Employee Mun Hye-ji: 010-XXXX-XXXX.
“What a character.”
“Pardon?”
“Nothing, just mumbling.”
Riding up in the elevator with the bellboy, Hyunwoo chuckled to himself.
She was hilarious.
If you're the desperate one—the 'eul' in the power dynamic—you go all in.
Holding back pride in that spot? Pointless.
Some kinda womanly ego battle?
BJs were way smarter here.
Upfront about chasing cash, they submitted perfectly in the giver-taker setup.
Fun times.
Money made life a riot.
Someone once said you can't buy everything with money.
Bullshit.
Hyunwoo wanted to tell them:
'Tried it myself—happiness is for sale.'
If money couldn't buy joy before...
Maybe he just hadn't had enough.
Hyunwoo pocketed the card instead of tossing it.
No rush to ditch it.
If dumping, might as well eat first, right?
Anyway, first 'normal' girl—not a cammer—to approach him outright.
In honor, he'd carve out prime time to stuff her full of pleasure.
“Thanks.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
“Take tips?”
“Your thanks is plenty. Service charge is baked into the room rate—no tips for Namsan staff. But I truly appreciate the thought.”
He'd wanted to tip the bellboy for the haul.
Guy politely declined.
Fine, whatever.
Hyunwoo grabbed his shopping bags and gifts, heading into the room.
Dumped the bags by the bed and fired up the laptop first.
BSO was part of Koreatv's chat culture—a cheer spammed for big-name broadcasters or whales.
Hyunwoo's ten-kay coin drop exploded amid the viewers' frantic BSO spam.
Stream delay meant the crowd reacted first; only then did Jeong So-rim notice.
“Whoa! Unemployed Chairman, you're here... Ten thousand! Straight to ten-kay on entry again! Thank you so much. Lately, my streams have been a blast thanks to you, Chairman. Truly grateful!”