Loyalty's Grand Gesture
After spending the previous day in utter debauchery, the next morning arrived. My secretaries, who had been taking turns sorting through the gifts I'd received since yesterday, had finally finished categorizing everything. By the time I woke up, they even had a full plan laid out on what to sell, for how much, and how to do it. Truly exemplary work.
'As expected, having a ton of underlings makes everything so much easier.' It was probably the same back in the old days, and it sure as hell was now. The more people you could boss around, the more you could maximize everything—profits, power, comfort.
"Mm. Yeah, this looks good. Proceed as planned."
"Yes, sir."
I gave a quick once-over and final approval, then ate breakfast while listening to the morning briefing. These reports focused mainly on what happened the day before, events while I was asleep, and anything that might change today's schedule. The first two were nothing major, but the last one was a bit bigger.
"The car designated as a gift for Seo Hyun-ju, social affairs editor-in-chief at Shinmirae Daily, has been released today."
"Oh yeah? Perfect timing. Can I drive it right away?"
"Yes. It needs a basic inspection, but if you wish, we can handle everything by the end of the day."
"In that case..."
I'd been planning to drop by Shinmirae Daily soon anyway. I'd become their behind-the-scenes owner, and it had been a while since I'd tasted Seo Hyun-ju's virgin milf pussy. Time to commemorate her promotion by pounding her in the editor-in-chief's office.
"Contact the dealership and tell them I'll head over after lunch. Have delivery ready by then. Once I take possession, I'm going straight to Shinmirae Daily."
"Understood."
"Oh, and don't forget the driver to assign to Hyun-ju."
"Yes, sir."
Might as well hand-deliver the car myself for maximum impact.
After breakfast, I tackled my usual morning routine. Under Im Sua's coaching, I worked out, did shooting drills, and honed basic combat skills. It hadn't been long since I started, so no visible results yet, but just moving around, sweating it out—it cleared my head and put me in a great mood. Follow that with a hot bath and some sex? Perfection. But today, I planned to blow off steam with Hyun-ju, so I skipped the sex.
"Ah."
Right before heading out, a brilliant idea hit me, and I paused.
"Got any cash? Bills."
"Yes, sir. About 10 billion won."
"Bring it all. Box it up."
"Right away."
One secretary dashed off.
"I was thinking—it's the first day I'm personally gracing them with my presence. Even if I scatter cash later, showing up empty-handed feels off."
"A wise decision, sir."
"Every path I tread must turn to gold for people to truly believe and follow."
Obviously, Hyun-ju gets some too, but starting from the editor-in-chief down to all the reporters under her—a full sweep.
"That said, journalists can be annoyingly righteous types... They might make some bullshit public confession of conscience."
Ra Seung-hee voiced her concern. Worried someone might turn my cash giveaway into a story.
"So what if the owner sprinkles some money on his staff? Big deal."
"..."
"Don't sweat it. Incheon has way bigger shitshows exploding every day anyway."
"Yes, sir."
The secretary soon returned with a box stuffed full of bills. Even 10 billion in high-denomination notes wasn't as bulky as I'd thought.
"Should've prepped this earlier. Hit me out of nowhere. Tsk tsk."
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I took the AV to the dealership where Hyun-ju's car waited. No complicated procedures—just took possession, put the driver in the front seat, and hopped in the back. The AV hovered nearby, following at a distance.
"Let's go."
"Yes, sir."
The driver took the wheel. Even in this era of perfect autonomous driving, high-level execs needed a chauffeur. Reach a certain status without one? It just felt low-class. For a chaebol third-gen like me? Non-negotiable.
On the way, I scrolled through my phone, admiring Hyun-ju's photos. As one of my early fuckhouses, I'd snapped plenty while fucking her brains out.
"Man, just looking at her after so long has my cock throbbing."
Seo Hyun-ju was peak milf material. A sultry, sinful body packed with raw sex appeal that tormented my dick from the start. Her face was cock-teasing perfection, and those massive tits—how the hell had she stayed a virgin with a body like that?
"Today, I'm gonna fuck her till she can't walk—"
"Seo Aram? Oh right, it's almost time."
The day the original heroine, Seo Aram, officially becomes my secretary. She said mid-January, so at latest in a fortnight. Time to think about how to use her.
'Busy January.'
Her message was a sudden thank-you. 'Mom's basically cured and awake...'
In the original story, snowballing debts and mom's medical bills broke Seo Aram, forcing her to sell her body. Tragic enough, but the debts only grew, mom died untreated anyway. That triggered her dark turn, slaughtering loan sharks in a rampage—prologue through mid-main story arc.
But now? Her path's light-years from canon.
'No loan sharks for starters.' I killed them all—by order, not personally. And mom's awake, the direct blackening trigger? Her story's completely derailed from what I know.
'But does the plot even matter anymore? She's just my secretary and fuckhouse now.'
Killed the male lead day one, kept the heroine as staff. Main story threats? Neutralized.
The real dangers were the stat-monster protagonists building their own factions—rising to rival Goryeo Group or even inflicting serious damage depending on routes. But no more.
Done and dusted. Even if Seo Aram harbors grudges, keeping her close for daily monitoring suppresses it. I can check status windows, detect betrayal. Plus mom's my hostage. Her turning on me? Impossible.
'No more need for vigilance or worry.'
I sent a casual "Glad to hear it" reply. Her response was instant—overjoyed at talking to mom again. Swore loyalty once more, with some embarrassingly earnest lines.
Something felt... different. First meeting, Prestige visit, now this chat—each vibe unique. Protagonist perk? Grows fast, personality shifts quick.
'Makes sense. Original her wasn't even her real self.'
Game art: decadent, hollow-eyed, reeking of cigs and gunpowder. Nothing like now.
'That version sounds tasty too...'
I pictured it. That Prestige face and body in hard-boiled mode? Prime dick-slaying material.
'Gonna make her try it someday.'
"Sir, we've arrived."
Shinmirae Daily already. "Good work."
The car pulled up at the entrance. Staff poured out—balding middle-aged higher-ups, and amid them, Seo Hyun-ju stealing the show.
Click.
Secretary opened the door. I stepped out; they all bowed.
"Welcome, young master!!"
The loud greeter looked like chief editor or publisher—top dog sans me or the board, real ops kingpin. But I ignored him. Shinmirae was mine now; Hyun-ju would rule it all eventually. Just time.
"Yes, good to see you. Ko Mu-yeol, the new behind-the-scenes owner of Shinmirae Daily."
Quick greetings exchanged, I grabbed the keys from the driver and tossed them to Hyun-ju. She fumbled, caught with both hands.
"Your car."
"!!"
"Go park it."
I strode inside, leaving that. She thanked me a beat late. Could've let the driver park, but where's the drama? Gotta perform when gifting.