Chapter 138
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 138
Chapter Title: I Know What You Want. (Illustration Added)
The corridor lined with flickering candles felt just like wandering through the interior of some ancient castle.
Paintings hung intermittently along the way.
I knew nothing about art, but they were clearly what people called "masterpieces."
"......"
Was this what they meant by modern art?
As I stared at the baffling, incomprehensible painting trying to figure out what it was supposed to express, the mansion servant walking ahead turned back to explain it to me.
"This is Chris Mondel's 'Vain Dream.' This work, expressed in metaphysical colors, is most convincingly interpreted as depicting the life of a human who lives endlessly chasing desires without even knowing what they truly want—the artist himself included."
I had no idea who Chris Mondel was or how such a messy oil painting could have that kind of interpretation slapped onto it, but one thing was clear: it wasn't something I'd ever want to buy with my own money and hang up.
"Please, this way. They're waiting."
The servant bowed his head slightly in polite request, and we continued down the corridor.
Melody and the mansion servant led the way, while I followed slowly behind them.
At the end of the dimly lit corridor, another servant slowly pushed open the door.
Bright light poured out from within.
If I had to describe it, it felt like the gates of "heaven" swinging open.
At first, it was blinding, but that sensation faded quickly. Before long, it felt as natural as if I'd always been there.
"Please, have a seat here."
Following the servant's guidance, I sat down, and only then did the door opposite open, revealing the host.
Susan Downey appeared, her heels digging into the carpet with each step.
Her shimmering silver-gray hair cascaded down, and her outfit was a sheer, flowing fabric.
She looked just like a butterfly fluttering lightly through the air.
A deadly butterfly that tempted outright, yet was so dazzlingly ornate that it made you hesitate to touch it.
Susan gave Melody a brief greeting before turning to me and saying,
"I was waiting for your reply, Woo-jin, but I never imagined you'd come in person. Come on in."
Susan's face wore a smile, but I could feel she was warning me.
In other words, something like "don't get cocky."
"Mom!"
Melody bristled, clearly picking up on the nuance as well.
But her voice, after taking my cock down her throat for a solid two hours,
carried a hoarse, metallic rasp.
"......"
Susan stared at Melody for a moment before asking curiously,
"Melody. Your voice... what's wrong with it?"
Melody hurriedly made an excuse, looking flustered.
"My throat's just a little sore. It's fine."
Susan's sharp gaze scanned her from head to toe.
"Your throat's sore...? As an actress..."
"......"
I sat quietly, watching the mother-daughter exchange.
I didn't know how keen Susan's observational skills were, but it wasn't impossible to infer if you looked closely.
The faint redness still lingering around her eyes, lips chapped beyond what lipstick could hide, and the subtle lip marks on her throat.
I felt Susan's eyes flick toward me for a split second as she stared sharply at Melody.
And then Susan said,
"Sorry about that. I showed you something unsightly. Shall we eat first?"
The meal was exquisite, as expected.
The dining hall was far too grand for three people, and it felt like I was the only one really eating.
Even as I ate, I was brimming with anticipation for what might unfold.
Fuck 'Melody Burns' roughly and sincerely in front of 'Susan Downey.'
This was the secondary condition for Melody, sitting across from me. And for Susan, sipping her wine from the head seat—
Wait for 'Susan Downey's' proposal.
It was a truly intriguing development.
What had to happen—what kind of proposal would lead to—
A condition to fuck her daughter in front of the mother. And "sincerely," no less.
As I rinsed my mouth with water, Susan suddenly said to me out of the blue,
"Woo-jin, I'm sorry. I think I misjudged things last time."
"Hm?"
Wondering what she meant, I swallowed the water in my mouth and looked at Susan.
Her expression was filled with confidence, contrary to her words of apology.
"I've been watching the drama. I had no idea you were that good of an actor."
I had no clue what game she was playing, but I responded in kind.
"You're too kind."
Expressing humility with my words while radiating deep self-assurance with my face.
Apparently displeased, Susan furrowed her brow slightly and continued,
"...Let's scrap that letter of intent from before. I'll make you a new offer—better than top industry standards."
That was when.
"Um, ex-excuse me. I need to use the restroom."
Melody, who seemed to have been overindulging in what must be her favorite wine, suddenly shot up from her seat.
Her face was deeply flushed, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed desire.
"Sure. I thought you'd had a lot. Go ahead."
After Melody left the dining hall guided by a servant,
The remaining servants vacated the room as well, perhaps on some order.
In the space now just the two of us,
Susan leaned toward me, her upper body tilting forward.
The strap of her silver dress, matching her hair, slipped off her shoulder, offering me a dizzying view of her deep cleavage.
"I know what you want."
What was she talking about?
I pressed my lips together to hold back from asking and simply met her gaze steadily.
"I know you want to marry Melody. But it's not as easy as you think."
Susan pierced me with her sharp eyes.
Feeling like I should say something here, I asked in a heavy tone,
"Why is that?"
"Dwight. As long as that stubborn old coot is alive, it absolutely won't happen. Never."
"Hm..."
"No time to beat around the bush, so I'll be direct. Let's make a deal."
Was there any story in the world more thrilling than this? Stories needed that dirty, ugly "desire" to truly captivate.
"...I'm listening."
I suppressed the dopamine exploding in my head and feigned composure.
"I said as long as Dwight that old man is alive, you and Melody can't marry—but honestly, even without him, it'd be tough. If his daughter takes the reins of the group."
"......"
"But I'm different."
Susan shot up from her seat, her face alight with excitement as if envisioning something in her mind.
"You had some fun before coming here, didn't you?"
"...Yes."
"Pretty rough, from the sound of it."
"That too."
"Heh. Good. You're a fun one. I don't know how you tamed my daughter that thoroughly, but I can guess."
Susan's eyes flicked to the table below, partially obscured.
To my crotch.
"Alright. Here's the deal. Help me out a little, and I can definitely take the Burns family. Hard-won intel, but that old man's got one foot in the grave."
"...You mean wrap up his daughter."
"You catch on quick—love that. Exactly. If you tamed Melody that well, crushing that bitch Monica should be a breeze. Reliable sources say she's a pathetic pushover; just poke her and she folds."
Susan's eyes sparkled with desire as she spoke.
As if she already had it all in her grasp.
"So, what do I get out of it?"
I stood up as well, staring her down.
The way to deal with her type was to act like your kind.
Purely calculating interests.
That was the most effective way to put them at ease.
"Ha, hahaha!"
Susan bent over laughing, tears welling in her eyes as she looked up.
"See? I didn't misjudge you. So easy to talk to. Straight up, what you get from this deal is..."
Susan approached with clicking heels, placing her hand on my shoulder.
"Marriage to Melody, a satisfying share of stock. And if you want—"
Her pale fingers trailed from my shoulder to my chest, brushing my side, then lower to my abdomen.
And finally, they grazed my cock.
It was a light touch, but the desire packed into it was immense.
The faint lingering sensation alone made my pants bulge noticeably.
Susan gazed down at it primly, pleased, then stood on tiptoe, leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"I can lie in bed for you too. Gently or rough, however you like."
I closed my eyes briefly, then met Susan's gaze and replied.
Heavily, as if it were an offer impossible to refuse.
"...Sounds good."
Hearing that, Susan stepped back, prodding my chest with her finger.
"Got a condition of your own?"
Susan tickled my chest with her finger, chuckling.
"You're too sharp. You've figured out too much already. I'm sure you understand."
"What do I need to do?"
"Right here—"
Susan glanced toward the door Melody had exited through.
Then locked eyes with me again and said,
"Ruin my daughter mercilessly. Rougher than usual, just like always."