Eun-ah's Revenge 2
The scream that tore out of me was pure, unfiltered glee.
KkiyoOOOOOT—!
Jong-un had completely lost his mind at the mere thought of fucking the legendary Choi Ga-yeon. Ever since he was a kid, she had been the undisputed queen of pure, refreshing beauty. That glamorous body of hers had drawn the eyes of countless men, yet for decades she had never allowed even the slightest bit of skin to show. The only glimpses anyone ever got of that insane figure were the teasing hints revealed by her red-carpet dresses at award shows.
Jong-un grabbed those overflowing, heavy breasts and actually shed tears of pure emotion.
Sex Jamming. Sure, it was a completely fucking useless ability when it came to stopping the end of the world… but right now, with the apocalypse staring them in the face, there was no better power on Earth.
His cock surged with raw energy.
To be honest, just moments ago he had been shriveled up with fear over gangsters and drugs, but now he was literally bursting with vitality, just like the idiom said.
Ihihihihihing—!
The heavy SUV rocked violently with every thrust, drawing every eye in the underground parking lot. The lewd moans echoing through the concrete space made Director Sung freeze in panic.
“Hey, that license plate… that’s definitely Miss Eun-ah’s car, right?”
“Yes, boss. It is.”
“Did you check inside when it came down?”
Won-hyo rolled his eyes nervously. “I didn’t check inside. You know how it is, boss. Who the hell would dare inspect Miss Eun-ah’s car? We just… let it slide.”
“Yeah… shit. We’re fucked.”
Even with the fancy title of Director, Sung Ki-sung was still low on the totem pole. There was no way for him to check what was happening inside that car right now. But he couldn’t just leave it alone either—not with so many eyes watching and the risk of embarrassing Nam-guk-hyungnim.
Sung Ki-sung squeezed his eyes shut, then marched toward the vehicle.
“Madame Ga-yeon… I’m very sorry, but there are too many people watching.”
“Haaah— Fuck off!”
“Understood.”
The moment that sharp “fuck off” cut through the violent moans, Sung Ki-sung immediately bowed and backed away.
“You bastards! What the hell are you staring at? Shut down the entire B1 parking level! If anyone reports this to the Chairman, I’ll personally kill you!”
“Yes, boss!”
Watching his subordinates scatter, Sung Ki-sung lit a cigarette and twisted his face in frustration.
“Fucking hell… why the hell are they banging here of all places? Ruining the whole vibe…”
If it had been some random woman, he might have tried to interfere. But Choi Ga-yeon was not someone you could mess with. The obscene, wet slapping sounds were so loud they practically shook the entire parking structure. It sounded like they were desperately trying to make a baby right then and there.
“Can we even cover this up…?”
It wasn’t just his own men here. It would be strange if at least one rat didn’t run off to spill the beans.
“Goddamn it, this is bullshit.”
Sung Ki-sung spat out his half-smoked cigarette and crushed it under his heel. Even though he had once been a big-name fighter from Gwangju who rose to national status, here he was just one of twelve directors. Above the directors were the presidents, above them the chairman, and then the board of directors who oversaw everything. At the exact moment the Namguk-pa was trying to go legitimate as NK Group, they could not afford any trouble with Choi Ga-yeon—the woman who controlled their biggest money pipeline and political connections.
No. Even if there was trouble, he didn’t want to be the one caught in the crossfire.
“If you’re gonna fuck, do it outside or at least go to a suite. That bitch really has the most fucked-up taste…”
Doing his best to ignore the woman’s ear-piercing screams of pleasure, Sung Ki-sung lit a second cigarette.
Meanwhile, Ga-yeon couldn’t think straight at all.
Sexual Addiction
Pregnancy Obsession
Super Orgasm
For the first time in her life, Ga-yeon squirted so hard her entire body trembled. Thick semen overflowed from her completely stuffed pussy. With a blissful expression, she scooped some up and brought it to her mouth.
At this point, nothing else mattered.
Revenge, success, even her twisted love-hate for this country that she wanted to destroy—everything crumbled beneath that look of pure ecstasy on her face. And at the age of forty-seven, an obsessive compulsion was burned into her soul: she had to get pregnant with this man’s child.
Her womb was so full that her belly bulged slightly. Ga-yeon gently stroked the small swell with a dreamy, happy smile.
Meanwhile, in another room, Kim Nam-guk burst into roaring laughter after hearing that Ga-yeon was fucking someone in the underground parking lot.
“That crazy bitch is really losing her goddamn mind.”
Choi Ga-yeon had always maintained that arrogant, untouchable image. On the surface she played the part of his lover, but it had only ever been a business partnership. She had never once allowed him to touch her body. Nam-guk knew her personality well and had never particularly wanted to embrace such a volatile woman. But openly having a secret rendezvous with another man in the underground parking lot on such an important day was something else entirely.
The launch of NK Group required the full support of the political and legal connections Ga-yeon had cultivated. The judiciary, the politicians, the entertainment underworld, and the money—all of it flowed through her network. Without her, the Namguk-pa’s leap into the legitimate world would be impossible.
“You fucking bitch, even if you had to get dicked down, why today? And why the goddamn underground parking lot, you stupid whore?”
Nam-guk cursed under his breath as he stood up.
“Is something wrong, Mr. Kim?”
That quick-witted bastard, Assemblyman Park Cheol-sun, had noticed immediately. Nam-guk forced his expression back under control.
“It’s nothing. I was told one of my younger brothers has arrived. I should go greet him for a moment.”
“Oh, one of President Kim’s brothers? Then of course you must go. Is he coming this way?”
“Haha, no. He’s not involved in this side of things yet. I’ll introduce you properly later. He’s a very sharp kid from the countryside. He’ll be a big help to you in the future.”
“Hahaha, I look forward to it, President Kim.”
The moment he saw the lecherous glint in Park Cheol-sun’s eyes, Nam-guk ground his teeth and cursed inwardly.
Still not enough dirty money, huh? One day I’m going to split that greasy pig belly wide open.
That son of a bitch didn’t just suck money from the Namguk-pa. He drained every dirty, underground source he could find—including cults. Even if he became the ruling party leader, he would never stop. If the opposition party wasn’t so utterly pathetic right now, he would have been finished long ago. But with the opposition getting crushed like dogs, the probability that this bastard would become the next President of South Korea was terrifyingly high. The prosecution, the courts, and the National Assembly all bent to his will. Barring some catastrophic mistake, that filthy pig’s ascension was all but guaranteed.
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
“Of course. Go ahead.”
Nam-guk bowed politely, then left the room as if he couldn’t get away from that disgusting swine fast enough.
The moment he stepped out of the VVIP room, he saw Choi Gyu-hwan and his underlings lined up in the hallway. Nam-guk’s face twisted with displeasure.
“What the hell is this? How do you manage your people that your own sister is acting like a whore in public?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I should have paid closer attention—”
“You worthless piece of shit. The only reason you’re still useful is because of your sister. You think you’ll be fine if she gets thrown out?”
“I’m sorry, Chairman.”
“Then do your fucking job! Keep both Choi Ga-yeon and that daughter of hers in line until I’m done using them! Before I gouge your fucking eyes out!”
“Yes, Chairman.”
Kim Nam-guk clicked his tongue at the deeply bowing Choi Gyu-hwan and strode toward the elevator leading to the underground parking lot.
If it weren’t for that incompetent, infuriating woman Choi Ga-yeon, he would have chopped off Gyu-hwan’s limbs and fed him to the dogs long ago. But now that the path to legitimacy had finally opened, he had no choice but to tolerate their screw-ups.
“Goddamn it. Nothing ever goes the way I want.”
The moment Nam-guk ground his teeth, Choi Gyu-hwan flinched and took a step sideways. In his youth, Kim Nam-guk had been called “The Rancher.” Although becoming a legitimate businessman had softened him somewhat, he was still infamous for grinding people into animal feed.
“You crazy bitches. You’re all dead now.”
The deeper Nam-guk’s scowl became, the darker and more satisfied Choi Gyu-hwan’s smile grew.
Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Director Sung stood before Eun-ah with a deeply troubled expression.
“Miss, this is really difficult for me.”
“Then do you want to watch everyone here die instead? If that’s what you want, Director Sung, go ahead.”
“Ha… Even if I let her go, I’m dead.”
“I’ll stay here. I’ll protect you, Director Sung. So just send my mom away. That should be fine, right?”
“How exactly are you going to protect me, Miss?”
“If you do one thing Mr. Nam-guk wants, he’ll overlook this. Nothing will happen.”
Director Sung frowned deeply.
Everyone acknowledged Moon Eun-ah’s market value. She was the nation’s top idol, a former child actress who had already built an image as the next top actress. She was a monster of an idol. Honestly, the current success of iEspa was largely thanks to her. In the entertainment industry, Moon Eun-ah held a truly unrivaled position.
If someone like her was willing to take on all the risk and grant one request… then covering up Choi Ga-yeon’s little indiscretion was more than possible.
“Fine. But you must keep me alive. When you talk to the boss—no, the Chairman—you absolutely cannot forget to mention me.”
“Trust me, Director Sung. Haven’t I taken good care of you since I was little? Riding in your car, giving you allowances. You remember when you were still a manager, right?”
“Yes… you gave me a lot of spending money.”
“So listen to me. You’ve climbed this far. You don’t want to fall back to the bottom, do you?”
“…No, I don’t.”
“Then let her go. Just give me a little time.”
“Ugh… fuck. What the hell am I even doing?”
Grumbling, Director Sung stepped back. Moon Eun-ah immediately opened the car door and looked inside.
Her mother was slumped unconscious, body drenched in sweat and fluids. Seeing the massive amount of semen still flowing from her mother’s pussy, Eun-ah gave a satisfied smile and spoke to Jong-un.
“Thank you. Mister, you did really well.”
“Hey, are you really okay with this?”
At Jong-un’s worried face, Eun-ah smiled brightly.
“I’m fine. I’ve been prepared for risks like this for a long time. If I can land a solid hit on my mom, I’m willing to do much worse.”
“These guys are gangsters. No matter how talented you are, gangsters don’t play by the rules.”
Jong-un was genuinely worried about her. If things went south, who knew whether they would sell her to an island or simply make her disappear? As he let out a long, heavy sigh, Eun-ah stared at him intently.
“Why are you worrying about me? I haven’t done anything good for you. Is it because of my body? Or the money?”
Jong-un responded by flicking her hard on the forehead.
“You little brat. When a kid your age says she’s going to negotiate with gangsters, how can I not worry? Money? You idiot, even if I’m not rich, I make enough to live on!”
Eun-ah looked up at him with wide, shocked eyes.
“Then… why…?”
“Is it such a big deal for one person to worry about another? We didn’t exactly meet under good circumstances, and we’ve had our share of trouble, but I can still worry about you. That’s what fate is.”
More than the pain in her forehead, Eun-ah felt a sharp sting in her chest at his words. She couldn’t understand it. Her mother, her half-siblings, the father who had abandoned her, her managers, even her group members—none of them had ever truly worried about her. To them, she was just a product. A valuable product that sold well and therefore had to be handled with care. There were no human emotions, no genuine human connection.
Eun-ah turned her flushed face away.
“Hmph! I’ll take care of myself, so just go! The request fee has already been wired to your account. You can leave now.”
Jong-un stared at her for a moment, then nodded.
“If things go really wrong, call me. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you.”
“I don’t need that, okay? Nothing’s going to happen to me, so worry about yourself, oppa. Seriously.”
Eun-ah couldn’t bring herself to say “don’t go.” She turned her back on him. She had been perfectly calm just moments ago… but after hearing Jong-un’s words, her heart was now trembling in a way she couldn’t easily calm.
“Tsk… idiot.”
Just hearing someone worry about her had shaken her this badly. She felt like she was already finished.
Anyway, it was over.
Eun-ah closed her eyes as she saw Kim Nam-guk approaching with a menacing expression. The first act of rebellion she had ever shown her mother would bring catastrophe to both her and Kim Nam-guk. Given his personality, once a crack formed, it would never be repaired. And her suspicious mother would surely prepare for the worst after seeing his behavior.
“Eun-ah.”
Kim Nam-guk’s low voice reached her. The angrier he became, the colder and calmer he grew. Eun-ah couldn’t help but look at him with trembling eyes.
“What is it, mister?”
“I told you not to call me mister. You should call me Father.”
At his chilling tone, Eun-ah barely managed to steady her shaking heart and glared up at him.
“You’re not even married to Mom. Why would I call you Father?”
Kim Nam-guk let out a low, eerie chuckle.
“So you knew everything, huh?”
Eun-ah pressed her lips tightly together. A cold blade pressed against her throat. She hadn’t even seen him draw the combat knife. The tip was already poised to tear her neck open. Eun-ah swallowed hard.
“Eun-ah. Eun-ah. I’m asking you, didn’t I? Did you know? Who was the man inside your car?”
“If I tell you, what will you do?”
“That’s not really important, is it?”
At Kim Nam-guk’s cruel smile, Eun-ah stared straight into his eyes.
“I can’t tell you.”
“Then are you planning to take the punishment in his place?”
“Rather than punishment, I’d like to make you a proposal. There are a lot of important guests here today. Before your dignity gets any more damaged, I’ll make sure you come out with even greater profit.”
At her words, Kim Nam-guk’s beast-like eyes looked down at her.
“A proposal… Haha. Our Eun-ah has grown up so much. Even talking back to me so boldly.”
“You know whose blood runs in my veins. Even a tiger’s cub is still a tiger, mister.”
Kim Nam-guk laughed loudly as he stared at Eun-ah, who refused to look away. If she had been a boy, or if she hadn’t been the child of that cunning woman, he would have treasured her as one of his most capable subordinates.
“What a shame. Fine. Let’s hear this proposal of yours.”
When Kim Nam-guk lowered the knife and eased the pressure, Eun-ah let out a shaky breath and spoke.
“I will participate in the entertainment tonight. Of course, I’ll do it with whoever and however you want.”
“Are you serious?”
At his suspicious gaze, Eun-ah’s eyes sank deeply.
“If you don’t believe me, shall I write a contract?”
“No need. Between you and me, what does that matter? Just remember one thing. I hate people who break their promises. Even if you are to become my future daughter, I will not forgive you.”
The way he smiled made it feel like the metallic stench of blood was wafting off him. The rumors that he had directly or indirectly killed over a hundred people, that he ground people into powder and scattered them in the sea—none of them were exaggerations.
The moment Eun-ah reached out to shake hands with the devil—
Kim Nam-guk’s body was suddenly sent flying as a car slammed into him.
“Chairman!!”
The panicked gangsters rushed toward him. The car that had broken through the first-floor parking line and accelerated had taken less than a minute to hit him. Inside, Jong-un flung the door open and shouted desperately.
“Mister?”
“Get in, quick!”
Eun-ah was stunned. Rather than feeling relieved that she hadn’t been abandoned, the first thought that came to mind was scolding this idiot for coming back. Even so, looking at that stupid face… she grabbed his hand and climbed into the passenger seat.
The gangsters tried to block the car in a panic, but it spun around faster and shoved them aside.
“What about Mom? Where did you dump her?”
At Eun-ah’s blunt question, Jong-un spun the steering wheel sharply and answered.
“I didn’t dump her, you brat. There’s a place near here where I work, so I left her there.”
“Where you work? Oppa, you’re just a broadcast station gofer.”
“It’s not a gofer, it’s a part-time job! And that’s not even my real job!”
“Then what is it? Do you have another job?”
“Uh… well, I’m a web novel writer…”
“Web novel? What’s that?”
“Ah, you know… writing novels on the internet. Just… novels.”
Jong-un felt embarrassed admitting that he rented a cheap motel room because he couldn’t focus at home. His books didn’t sell particularly well. Making 600,000 won a month was considered good. After losing his parents and younger sister, when he had stopped going to school and was wandering around the house lost, web novels had been the only thing he could do with no career or education. It was the only path available to him.
When he saw Eun-ah laughing, Jong-un’s face turned red. He was sure she was mocking him because she already knew everything.