The Hijacker's Reckless Provocation and Live Betrayal
Who the fuck does this bastard think he is, hijacking a chaebol third-gen's delivery and then taunting me like that, only to stop running and head straight here? I never imagined he'd be this fucking dense. Still, it worked out. No need to hunt him down if he's coming to me.
Click. I pressed the button on my desk to summon my secretary. She burst through the door right away.
"Found that fucker. He's coming here."
"Pardon? Here... to us?"
"Yeah. That creepy bastard must've been obsessed with me. Probably jerked off imagining me naked. Fucking disgusting."
"Y-yes?!"
"Call back the strike team and security to guard the lobby. Alert the police too."
"Y-yes, understood. Should I contact the young master as well?"
"..."
I hesitated for a moment. Did I really need to update him on the progress? As long as the delivery went off without a hitch, that was all that mattered.
"Hold off for now. Just let me know if that fucker shows up."
"Understood."
Once the secretary left, Emilia unlocked the drawer in her desk.
Clunk. Inside lay a hefty pistol.
> User verified. Kang Emilia.
> Lock disengaged.
"You piece of shit. Should I just shoot you myself?"
Click. As she chambered a round, she shook her head. This was purely for self-defense. Who knew what that lunatic might try? Better safe than sorry.
She shoved it roughly into her back pocket, covered it with her jacket, and headed out. Two bodyguards were already waiting, alerted by her secretary.
"Ma'am, no need for you to—"
"Still, old feelings die hard. Gotta greet him properly."
She made her way to the lobby.
Vroooom!! Kim Dong-gi floored the pedal, reason be damned. The thought of Emilia in another man's arms was unbearable—just imagining it turned his vision white and made blood boil from every pore.
So he floored it. No AI-regulated driving bullshit could vent this rage.
"This... feels off."
But another part of him wondered. That phone call—Emilia had sounded wrong.
"P-pussy house or whatever... E-Emilia wouldn't say that."
A rational mind would call bullshit. She wasn't the type to submit. At least, not the one he knew.
Just hop into some guy's pussy house like that? Before the incident even wrapped up?
Emilia's style: Focus on recovering the trainees first. If that failed, deny the forged contracts, sue the asses off whoever, or admit fault and pay up. No way she'd jump straight to "pussy house" talk.
"...A lie?"
Maybe bait to rattle him? He reviewed his actions objectively.
Hijacking a chaebol third-gen's delivery for... four photos of Emilia in her uniform. Sure, he'd planned to leverage them for more, but that's all he'd demanded so far.
What would Emilia think? She'd know he was obsessed. So next step?
"Just p-provo-provocation. High chance."
Of course, it could be real. But fleeing then returning to the agency? Dumb as rocks. Nothing to gain there.
Best play? Emilia and Gomuyeol. Pressure her hard, at least—fuck the chaebol heir.
"..."
Screeech! Reason kicking in, Kim Dong-gi pulled over. He pulled out his phone, fired up the global video platform billions used.
Logged into Rainbow Miracle's admin account, changed the password quick, and went live.
The channel had tons of subs from idols and celebs. Viewers hit triple digits instantly.
Viewers surged. Normal streamers wait for a crowd, but Dong-gi had no time. Spill it before they shut him down.
"H-he-hello everyone."
"I-I'm K-Kim Dong-gi, g-general affairs chief of R-Rainbow Mi-Miracle..."
Reactions sucked. Dropouts galore. Dong-gi dropped the bomb.
"S-see the k-kids in back? Our Remi's trainees... on d-delivery to high-ranks for s-sex tribute. F-feeling guilty... gonna spill e-everything."
"M-Ma'am!!!"
Emilia, munching snacks in the lobby while mentally sorting her schedule, froze as her secretary rushed in, face pale as a ghost. She'd even twisted her ankle tripping in haste.
"What? What's wrong?!"
Emilia hurried over. The secretary stammered wildly.
"B-big trouble!! Chief Kim Dong-gi... he's streaming!!"
"Streaming? Outta nowhere?"
"Check Mitube!"
Emilia fired up Mitube. Top of the algorithm: that familiar face. 29k viewers, climbing fast.
"What the... fuck."
She tapped in. Chat flew by.
Emilia slammed the screen off, gulping hard. Blood drained from her body, mind sharpening, mouth drying instantly. Her hand shook on the phone.
"Th-that fucker's... coming here, right?"
The secretary limped closer.
"That's not the point, ma'am!! If the young master's name drops...!"
"Fuck!!"
Yeah. Kim Dong-gi was toast either way, but Emilia—and Rainbow Miracle for botching this—would be fucked too.
Squelch! Splurt!
"Ahhn! Aaahn! M-Master!!"
Every backdoor thrust into Im Sua drew out wet, juicy moans. I smacked her plump, grippable ass with my hips, holding back cum that threatened to burst. Low stats meant post-nut clarity hit hard and long—had to ration fucks.
Knock knock.
Young master, I have something to report.
The one who'd offered her pussy in the car earlier that day. No way she wanted in now. Trainees delivered yet?
Splurt!
"Ahhhk!"
"Just assign 'em a room and tell 'em to stay put!!"
Room was big, voice carried, but Seo Eun-mi said "excuse me" and entered anyway.
"??"
Averting her eyes from my heaving, naked self and Im Sua, she approached the bed with her trademark smile.
"Sorry. Urgent."
"What?"
"This first."
She handed over her phone. Some stream playing—Rainbow Miracle's retard chief.
I halted my pounding and looked up. She continued.
"About 15 minutes ago, Rainbow Miracle chief Kim Dong-gi hijacked their account for a live stream. He's exposing all their sex tribute ops, including the trainees headed to you."
Snatched the phone. The ugly fucker droned on. Silver lining: Stutter and no charisma meant endless rambling.
"My name drop yet?"
"Not yet. Seems he wants a deal with CEO Kang Emilia."
"Don't like my name out there? Play ball?"
"Precisely."
Smart-looking bitch, shitty handling. If my name hit, Dong-gi dies, Emilia and Rainbow Miracle get purged by the shadows guarding the owner family—not me personally.
Handed back the phone, switched positions. Laid back, let Sua ride and shake.
"Call CEO Emilia. Speaker."
"Yes, young master."
Seo Eun-mi dialed. I grabbed Sua's tits as she started grinding.
"Moan loud."
"Haahhn!!"
She wailed like the room would collapse.
"Connected."
Seo Eun-mi held the phone to my ear.
Stream of apologies and explanations from Emilia, mixed with Sua's moans. I let it sink in before speaking.
"Emilia, this is serious. Way off my expectations."
"I'm sorry. I'll handle it. Your name won't come up!"
"Hahng! Aaahn!"
"...Do it right so I don't have to step in. If my name slips his lips, I can't guarantee what happens next."
"...Understood."
Call ended.
"Contact Prestige of Incheon."
"Yes."
Signaled Sua to zip it. She 'hmph'd and clamped her mouth, hips still rolling.
"Connected."
Phone to ear again.
"They're on the Rainbow Miracle stream. Monitor—if my surname or a letter of my name hits, kill the broadcast."
"Yes, sir."
"Rainbow Miracle?"
"Watch for now. Their CEO's my type—giving her a shot."
"Relayed."
Call ended. Sua eyed me, resumed moaning.
"Coordinating with Prestige and Rainbow Miracle. Report anything big in person."
"Yes."
Seo Eun-mi bowed and left.
Unexpected twist... but fun event. Best case: No name drop, Dong-gi dies empty-handed, Emilia suffers legally from the leak—probation if she's greased enough palms, prison otherwise. Then I buy her from jail.
Worst case: Name drops, stream cuts, Dong-gi executed, Rainbow Miracle crushed, Emilia dragged to me—since I called dibs.
Me? Full name out? Minor scolding from Gramps or whoever. No scandal scratches chaebols. Eternal truth since industrialization—worse now.
"What's Emilia's pussy taste like?"
"Pardon?"
Splurt!
"Hngghk!"
How it'd play out? Cum thinking of the future.