Chapter 229: Loyalty
While Park Hye-jeong went off to park the car, I held a meeting with the Shinmirae Daily executives. Well, calling it a meeting was a stretch—it was just me laying out my intentions.
"As those in the know are aware, I've been working alongside Hye-jeong for quite some time now. The social affairs team gave her plenty of support and shared her vision. I'm grateful for that. Things won't change much moving forward. My secretaries will draft the reporting guidelines soon and send them your way—just follow them to the letter."
It was thoroughly one-sided. No one dared pipe up with an opinion. They were all strangers to one another, and my reputation as a scoundrel heir loomed large. The lunatic who'd beaten a district mayor on live TV. Nobody wants to challenge a guy like that.
"Any questions?"
"…."
"…."
"…."
None. They just shot nervous glances at each other, eyes darting like trapped rats. Jeez. These were supposed to be media pros, and not a spine in the bunch. Too damn smooth without any fireworks.
Yoon Ha-young was the real hero. The gutsy one.
That fiery young reporter who'd stood up to me back in the day. Sure, now she was just another hole in my pussy house, scraping by as a reporter, but at the time? She had enough fire to catch my eye. Not that I can say much, having smashed her down myself, but she was the real deal. Just too dense and disruptive for her own good.
Maybe it was that history coloring my view, but these clowns didn't impress. At least if they'd been pretty girls, there'd be something to look at.
Won't cut it. Time to start purging these guys bit by bit.
Loyalty's the baseline—you're supposed to have it. But on top of that, you gotta be useful to me. Somehow. What good were these middle-aged dudes rolling their eyes? No eye candy value either.
This place'll get restructured around Hye-jeong soon enough. I'll have her brainstorm replacements.
No dissent meant the "meeting" wrapped up fast. Right on cue, a reporter cracked the door and peeked in.
"Uh... the head of Social Affairs 1 is asking if he needs to come in too...?"
Social Affairs 1—that was Seo Hyun-ju's turf, right? I shook my head and stood. The executives shot to their feet like synchronized puppets.
"Nah. I'm heading out."
I buttoned my suit jacket loosely and strode for the door. The execs bowed deeply as I brushed past. By the door, the peeking reporter flung it wide, sidestepped, and bent at the waist.
"Ah, y-young— I mean, young master!"
Seo Hyun-ju stood there. I tapped her shoulder with a casual follow-me gesture.
She glued herself to my side, tense as a wire, and trailed along.
"Draft those guidelines and send 'em to Sua. You get what I mean?"
"! Y-yes. Right away, young master."
"Where's the department head's office? Wanna check it out."
"I'll show you."
She took a couple steps ahead to lead. We crossed paths with a ton of staff and reporters en route—they parted like the Red Sea, bowing awkwardly. Whispers floated up: "Holy shit, he's really here...!" or "Th-that's the scoundrel?" But they died quick.
Finally, we hit the Social Affairs 1 floor. Big operation—entire floor to themselves, about forty reporters strong.
Word had spread; every soul in sight was on their feet. The second my shoe crossed the threshold, they bowed in unison.
I gave a lazy nod and scanned the space.
"Ah."
There it was. A sigh slipped out.
"...That's my spot."
The area I was eyeing—the one Hyun-ju pointed to with an outstretched arm. As the department head's office, it had its own space, sure. But whether it was standard for newsrooms or just Shinmirae Daily's quirk, the "walls" were floor-to-ceiling transparent glass. A room, technically, but everything inside was on display. Small mercy: it was tucked in the corner, away from the team leader offices.
"…."
Just to be sure, I headed over. Tech these days could flip transparent to opaque in a heartbeat.
Clack-clack.
I followed Hyun-ju's clicking heels. The staff held their bows like statues. A regular boss wouldn't get this deference, but my pedigree changed the game.
"C-come... in."
At last, the office door. Hyun-ju swung it open and stepped aside. Before ducking in, I pinged Sua.
"Hand out what we brought. And... auditorium around here?"
"Yes. Grand hall on the fourth floor."
"Round up every reporter there in an hour."
"Understood."
Inside the office. Click. Door shut. Hyun-ju gestured at the air like she was tapping an invisible panel, and the wide-open transparent glass fogged over to opaque in a flash. Room went dark.
"Oh."
Lights flickered on, bathing the space in glow.
"One-way? Can't see in from outside?"
"Yes. Perfect soundproofing too, Master."
She sidled up close, gaze dropping coyly. She knew exactly what was coming.
"Now that's more like it."
I gripped her chin, herding her to the wall. She retreated step by step until her back hit glass, then looked up.
"Ah...!"
Lips parted just a fraction—I crashed in with a kiss, nipping hard.
"Mmph."
Yanked her body flush, devouring her mouth with sloppy, feral hunger. Glasses were in the way; I yanked them off and chucked them aside. Peeled her clothes while kneading those heavy tits. Her hands fumbled amateurishly over my cock, unzipped, fished it out.
Not fucked enough to be slick—clumsy edges showed. Outwardly a pro cumslut, inside still virgin-tight. That gap was pure fire.
Savored her mouth and handjob till I had her kneel before me.
She gaped wide to swallow my cock, but—
"Ah, hold up."
"?"
I fished the glasses back, slid them on her.
"…."
Glasses usually bugged me, but for head? That irritation flipped straight to thrill. Smudges on the lenses when her face buried in my crotch. Fog from hot breaths while slurping. Endless hot scenarios. Creampie shots? Peak when they steamed up too.
Spelling it out, sounds kinda degenerate.
Point is, glasses girls keep the glasses for blowjobs.
"Suck it now."
She stretched her jaw and engulfed me whole. Hot, slick mucosa sheathed my cock tight.
"Mm. Nice."
Glanced around the room while fucking her face-pussy. Clumsy technique matched her cunt—raw feel was meh—but the setup made up for it.
One gripe, though...
"This glass... can't flip it so we see out but they can't see in? Feels doable."
Lewd urges wanted full use of that transparency.
"Huh? Can't?"
"Guhk!"
Grabbed her hair, pistoned my hips. Sudden motion had her gagging, throat convulsing.
That panicked squeeze? Divine.
Clamped her face in both hands, rammed like a pussy. Merciless on the dripping tunnel, admiring her face devolve into mess.
"Wall like this? Standard play's stripping the top, slamming tits to glass, then pounding from behind. That's screaming in my head."
"Uuuugh!!"
Tears welled at her eye corners, trailed cheeks—I hilted deep in her throat and unloaded. Blasted straight down refreshingly.
Shaky eyes locked on mine, she gulped it all down greedily.
"Phah...!"
Pulled free; she clapped a hand over her mouth, hacking. But trembling fingers still gestured—the glass cleared to transparent.
Full view outside: my secretaries tossing cash to reporters and staff, faces lit with humble gratitude.
"Holy shit. Sex-optimized office."
Marveling, I hauled her up. Ripped her top wide, tits spilling free—buried my face, slurped nipples noisily.
"Hngk!"
Sucked till my cock stiffened anew, spun her around, pinned her back. Massive rack squashed flat to the glass.
"Ahng...!"
"Everything out there's crystal clear."
Hiked the tight skirt, shredded the pantyhose crotch, speared her raw.
"Ahk!"
"Huu," buried to the root—she clapped a hand over her mouth, soundproof or not.
"But what if you fucked up? Maybe it's two-way—they see everything."
"N-no...!"
Shook her head denying it, but anxiety hit—her pussy clenched harder around my cock.