Chapter 122: Ha Eun-young (Seo Eun-mi)
From the morning, Sua left the artificial island seething with rage. She'd nearly been branded a traitor, so her hatred for Ha Eun-young must be off the charts.
'I hope she doesn't get so pissed she fucks it up.'
Of course, I had no intention of killing Ha Eun-young. I'd gotten a decent fuck out of her already, and a NIS spy turned pussy house had its own rarity value.
'Ha Eun-young, what the hell am I gonna do with you.'
I trusted Sua's handling of it. For all her looks, she was an ex-police team leader who'd survived a cesspool of corrupt cops without ever whoring herself out—pure skill.
I knew Ha Eun-young was a NIS spy, Baekseol would help, and Sua herself was ex-police brass. No reason she couldn't snag her.
In the end, Ha Eun-young would get fully exposed and dragged before me.
'Maybe hit her with the pleasure multiplier drug?'
I had that pleasure doubler from Min Ji-ah. Dilute it further, make it injectable for humans? Pump her with triple sensitivity, then pound away. Crank it higher, leave her hanging or tease her just enough until she's begging for dick.
But that might get boring fast. She could break completely.
'The hottest route would be turning her into a fully obedient pussy house who hands over the entire NIS on a platter.'
My goal was always utilization. If I could flip Ha Eun-young into a double agent, perfect.
But could I? She had that patriotic trait.
Traits didn't change easily without some shocking plot twist. The biggest shock I could drop right now was rape, but Ha Eun-young's pussy was already busted open by me. I'd made her grind on top countless times, slammed her whenever I felt like it. Hell, I'd spent a whole day just tormenting her. Once I knew she was a spy, I'd gone extra rough.... From her perspective, it was all rape, but I doubted it'd shock her now.
'Or maybe leverage the trait itself. Make her believe following me is true patriotism.'
That wouldn't be easy either. Her reports painted me as an enemy to eliminate ASAP.
But if I could pull it off, it'd be ideal.
'...Why hesitate? Try it, and if it fails, switch tactics.'
Yeah. Keep it simple.
Like, casually drop something like: My goal is stripping voting rights from those old Chinese fucks to make a pure Korean nation, then conquer all twenty splintered Chinas, unite Asia, spark World War III, and turn Korea into the world's sole superpower—
That shit sounded plausible for a scumbag chaebol heir like me. Felt like something I'd actually do. How savage was that?
And Ha Eun-young had committed massive crimes on my orders—rape assists, kidnappings, murders, hacking public agencies. A girl who could rack up that under the guise of "mission" probably wasn't some pure-hearted saint. Might even be an imperialist deep down.
'Focus on that angle for now. Reassess if it flops.'
> Master.
The contact snapped me out of my thoughts.
> Special prosecution terminated.
It had been a while since Inaeun's last report.
> No exact date yet, but should wrap this week. New chief prosecutor pushing disbandment, and we've milked the entertainment probe for all it's worth.
'Might be for the best. Wipe Namdong Industrial Complex, then revive the special prosecution. A gap makes it look cleaner.'
Reinstating a special prosecution after some downtime to bulldoze Namdong wouldn't draw much flak. And if Inaeun shone in erasing it, we'd accelerate the permanent special prosecution office.
'Inaeun, the one true prosecutor of this era. Damn, that's cool.'
Lucky her, landing a master like me. She'd rise high.
> Good work. Sending AV, take leave and come rest on the island. Nice spot. For now.
> The island?
> Yeah. Been too long since I stirred that slutty pussy of yours. Front-facing, unyielding champion of justice. Backstage, spreading pussy and ass for the worst chaebol third-gen fuckboy. Time to paint our Inaeun Prosecutor with cum.
> Come to think of it, yeah, it's been ages since Master fucked me.
> You know it. Spread those legs and hurry.
> Yes, Master. Heading to get railed.
"Slutty bitch."
I briefly pictured Inaeun's innards, then called Ra Seung-hee.
"What's the name of the new Incheon chief prosecutor?"
"Jong Jin-hyuk."
"Sent congrats wreath?"
"Yes."
"In two weeks, when we start Namdong talks, loop in the prosecutors too. Can't erase Incheon's biggest crime den without them."
"I'll schedule it."
Sua dove straight into digging up Seo Eun-mi—aka Ha Eun-young. With the report secured, she just needed their connection.
No worries. Blind, you'd chase ghosts—spy existence, traces, all that asswork. But knowing the answer slashed the difficulty.
She knew Seo Eun-mi was Ha Eun-young, Ha was NIS, even the report method. Just visualize and display the link.
And that was routine cop shit she'd done to death.
'Master trusted me. Gotta deliver.'
Truth was, during that first grilling, she'd thought it was over. She'd begged for trust, but even she knew she looked guilty—no solid alibi or proof to flip it.
Even if believed, "Why so incompetent?" would've shut her down. She'd missed Ha's odd behavior, nearly leaking critical intel on Master.
Yet Go Mu-yeol trusted her anyway. Forgave her. Her loyalty finally paid off.
The relief and joy... Hearing "I trust you," her tension melted, strength drained—chilling sensation she never wanted again.
'Ha Eun-young... I'd chew your bones and still not be satisfied, you bitch...!'
Her fury at Ha Eun-young boiled naturally. Felt like twenty years shaved off her life.
She wanted to dismantle the bitch limb by limb, inflict every torment. But she swallowed it.
Sworn as Go Mu-yeol's pussy house, she had to think and act for his benefit. No small gains or emotions screwing jobs—that's how you got discarded.
'What's she hate most? Maybe throwing herself at Master?'
En route to Tongyeong, she pondered Ha Eun-young. Hoped for a life twisted in agony.
'You'll never leave Master's side again. Forever his ornament, spreading legs on demand. Regardless of your will.'
Rage built with time. And cooled just as much.
Before arrival, she pulled a mirror, practiced: Bright smile. Subtle smile. Blank. Mild anger. Disappointment.
Worked facial muscles, erased emotion. The Im Sua who'd nearly plummeted over Ha Eun-young was gone. Just the secretary chief popping up to Incheon briefly for a report.
"You're here, Chief."
Stepping from the AV in Tongyeong, subordinates greeted her—including Ha Eun-young, naturally.
Sua resumed business as usual.
"How's progress?"
"Still holding. Won't sell below a million per pyeong."
"Million? On trash land."
Legit rage? Vent appropriately.
"That guy's family?"
"Divorced ex-wife and son."
"...Find 'em, snap pics."
No need to spell it—heads on shoulders knew.
"Seo Eun-mi."
"Yes."
Sua approached with her usual distance.
"Need you on this again, Eun-mi."
"Yes, Chief. What is it?"
"When he gets home, every appliance blasts ex and kid's pics simultaneously. Creepy as fuck, right? Possible?"
"Hmm, all devices? Takes time, but doable."
Sua nodded with a calm smile. If Ha tried contacting via this or pulled weird shit, jackpot. Either way, fine. Keep her busy—that was key.
"Thanks."