The Chaebol
Being young and full of vitality, I could understand wanting to drink with women at clubs. I was crazy about women myself, and I drank often enough, so I couldn't really say anything to Kwak Jaehyuk about that. But... but still. Drugs crossed the line. And secretly drugging me without my knowledge... it was absurd, and anger surged inside me. I'd heard all about the terrifying addictiveness of drugs. I'd heard repeatedly that they could drive a perfectly sane person completely crazy.
The fortunate thing was that it was only a small dose, so after ejaculating once and going outside to get some fresh air, I felt a bit better. But the indescribable pleasure I had felt from the drug kept tormenting me. Now that I was better, I was belatedly realizing just how intense that pleasure had been. Even though my mind told me no, the desire to experience it just once more kept creeping in, and I slammed my head against a lamppost with a deeply contorted face.
Clang! A clear, crisp sound echoed around me.
It was the weekend and not too late, so there were many people walking the streets, but they just passed by, looking at me as if I were a crazy person, banging my head against a pole.
"Phew......"
I let out a deep sigh.
Feeling the pain on my forehead, I slowly closed my eyes to calm my mind.
"How annoying......"
Whether it was intentional or accidental, drugging someone like me who had nothing to do with drugs was essentially a preemptive attack, wasn't it? The urge to go back to where Kwak Jaehyuk was and kill that bastard, high on drugs and chuckling with whores, surged up inside me.
My breathing gradually grew harsh.
"Tch......"
I wasn't usually this irrational. Maybe it was because of the drug, but today my emotions were swinging wildly. I closed my eyes again and calmed myself down.
A while later, I finally managed to completely push the drug out of my system. As soon as I did, I became cold and composed again.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't angry, but I didn't want to pick a fight and blow things out of proportion. Even if he was a worthless grandson who did drugs, the chairman of Cheil Group would undoubtedly protect him, so I decided to just let it slide.
As I took one final deep breath and was about to move,
"What are you doing here......?"
Kwak Jaehee tilted her head as she approached, seeing me in front of the club.
Unlike before, she was wearing boots and a white half-coat that came down to her knees, with earrings on. She looked every bit the chaebol heiress as she stood before me.
"......"
I just stared at her silently.
I wondered if she had come here to do something similar to Kwak Jaehyuk, but then I saw the muscular men in suits following closely behind her and brushed the thought aside.
"Ah... no way."
She wrinkled her beautiful brow and turned her head. Then she spotted the sign of the entertainment establishment I had just fled from.
"Haa... I don't need you to tell me. That monkey bastard must have forced or secretly drugged you."
She spoke with certainty. Being victimized was one thing, but I was also partly to blame. The real problem was that I had naively accepted the drink Kwak Jaehyuk offered me, thinking we could be good friends.
"Tch."
When I didn't respond, she clicked her tongue and patted my shoulder.
"It doesn't seem too serious. That's a relief."
Seeing that I was relatively fine, she expressed belated relief and continued,
"Be careful from now on. Don't let that monkey bastard taint you and lose Grandfather's interest. I've taken a liking to you, more than I expected."
After saying she liked me, Kwak Jaehee walked into the entertainment establishment.
I immediately followed her.
Kwak Jaehee noticed I was following, but she didn't try to stop me and kept walking without hesitation.
Soon, we arrived in front of the room I had just been in.
The burly men in suits flung the door open.
As soon as it opened, the oppressive heat and the lewd scent of women's bodies assaulted my nose.
"Really... disgusting."
Men and women had stripped off all their clothes. One man was lying on the cold floor with a dazed expression, his cock erect. Two men were simultaneously fucking women who were out of their minds on drugs. Most of them were in the middle of a drug-fueled orgy.
At the head of the table, Kwak Jaehyuk was sitting with two women in his arms, giggling. He looked like a madman who could be taken to a mental hospital at any moment without a second thought.
Just seeing that scene made me feel like the drug I thought had completely left my system was flooding back. Forcing myself to stay rational, I averted my eyes from the white powder on the table.
Just one drink, with only a little bit of the drug mixed in, caused this reaction in me. I couldn't help but wonder how that scoundrel Kwak Jaehyuk and the other chaebol heirs lived their daily lives.
"This is insane. Really."
Kwak Jaehee placed a hand on her forehead.
"Are you okay?"
Instead of asking about her own biological brother who was high on drugs, she asked after me, someone she had met for the first time today.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Don't hide it. Tell me the truth. This stuff has strong toxicity; even a tiny amount can drive you crazy. Like that. So don't be stubborn and tell me right away if anything seems off."
I could feel that she genuinely cared about me. Why? I was intensely curious about why she would worry about me, someone she had only just met, to this extent.
Could it be... she likes me?
Kwak Jaehee wasn't on par with my women, but she was still quite attractive. Not like the whores in that place. How would that proud woman moan and scream when she was pinned down on a bed? What would her pussy taste like? Would her tits, a bit bigger than the Korean average, be soft or firm? All sorts of questions arose, and I felt my pants bulge.
"Yeah... something does feel strange."
I was clearly not in my right mind. I thought I was fine, but my condition still seemed serious. Having thoughts I wouldn't normally have... well, maybe that's not quite accurate either. Still, I wasn't so crazy about sex that I'd get hard just from thinking like this anywhere.
"Haa... you crazy bastard......"
Kwak Jaehee glared at Kwak Jaehyuk, who was thrusting his hips while holding a whore, completely oblivious to her arrival, as if she wanted to kill him.
"Aah... I don't know. Fuck. He'll do what he wants."
Kwak Jaehee turned around.
"Let's go."
"Pardon...?"
When she told the people she had brought to just leave, a bewildered voice immediately came out.
"B-But, miss. Can we just leave like this? The chairman told us to bring the young master back..."
"Why should I?"
It seemed she had been holding a lot in because of Kwak Jaehyuk. Her voice was sharp. Just one word: "Why should I."
"......"
Hearing that, the man who had mentioned the chairman's orders shut his mouth like a mute.
"Why do I always have to come all the way here and clean up after this drugged-up bastard?"
She had endured enough.
"Why do I have to clean up the shit that someone else takes?"
Her pent-up anger was far greater than I expected. She had mixed in some casual speech, and now she was fully speaking down to them as if they were subordinates.
"When someone reported the drug use, it was this bastard. When he wanted to fuck a pretty girl and she refused, he raped her. When he was in a bad mood, he grabbed random passersby and hit them. It was all this bastard. So why do I have to clean up his shit instead of him?"
The more I heard, the more I realized what a piece of trash Kwak Jaehyuk was. Beyond drugs, rape and indiscriminate assault. He was nothing but unredeemable garbage.
"W-Well..."
Clearly, this was not a problem for Kwak Jaehee to solve. Even if it had to be solved, it was something the vice chairman or chairman of Cheil Group, the parents, should be handling. Instead, the younger sister, Kwak Jaehee, was coming out in person to clean up the mess.
"I'm done now. I won't do it anymore, so tell Grandfather that too. I've done more than enough already."
After saying everything she wanted to say, out of nowhere, Kwak Jaehee grabbed my wrist.
"Let's go."
Then she pulled me and we left the entertainment establishment.
The men who seemed to be only loyal to Jaehee followed closely behind her and me.
"Haa......"
As we walked down the bustling street, I heard a sigh from beside me. Then, as if she just remembered, she quickly turned her head to look at me.
"You said you weren't feeling well, right?"
When I nodded, she frowned.
"Let's... go. Get in quickly."
She pushed me into the back seat of an expensive foreign car, and Kwak Jaehee climbed in beside me.
"Driver. To Cheil Hospital. Hurry."
"Yes, ma'am."
As soon as he heard the destination, the driver stepped on the accelerator without a moment's hesitation.
"How much did you take?"
"The drug?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not sure. I just accepted a drink, but it turned out he had put the drug in it."
"Without saying anything?"
"Yeah."
"Wow... fuck... that's just absurd."
Kwak Jaehee let out a hollow laugh.
"I'm sorry."
Then she apologized to me.
"Why are you sorry?"
"Honestly, I don't think I have any reason to apologize either. But since we're not just going to pass by each other, and that bastard Kwak Jaehyuk is more likely to bitch about whether I had fun rather than apologize, I figured I should apologize instead."
Saying that, she lowered her head again and apologized.
Contrary to my first impression, I now thought she was a really good person. It made me wonder how a brother and sister could be born from the same parents with such completely different personalities. And looks too, I guess.
"Alright. I accept."
She had apologized sincerely; I couldn't refuse. When I accepted, Kwak Jaehee smiled faintly and lifted her head.
"Interesting. Others would say they have to do it themselves and keep refusing, acting like it's a bother. But you don't."
Because I didn't react like that, Kwak Jaehee looked at me as if she were watching an amusing animal.