Chapter 100
Han Yaseong steeled her resolve.
"Alright. I'll fight your dad, senior. But in exchange, I want unlimited rights to you, Eun-ah senior."
"One hour?"
"No. Until I decide otherwise."
"What? That's no time limit at all."
"I'll set the deadline for the day I beat your father. Deal? Then you can choose whether to extend it or call it quits."
Jang Eun-ah couldn't fathom Han Yaseong's sudden surge of confidence.
"You're really going to fight my dad? You don't stand a chance."
"That's my problem. Yours is whether to grant me those rights or not. Think of it like a contract couple deal—kinda like with Choi Yujin senior. So, what do you say? Wanna give it a shot? Me versus your dad?"
"......"
Jang Eun-ah just couldn't wrap her head around Han Yaseong. Her father might be a collateral branch of the chaebol family, but in the industry, he was a titan. No one in Korea dared look down on Chairman Jang Il-hak. Everyone groveled and watched their step around him. Even bigger conglomerates rolled out the red carpet and avoided crossing the lone wolf they all called him.
Yet here was Yaseong treating him like some street thug. It was oddly reassuring in a way, but at the same time, it filled her with dread. She could practically see Yaseong getting crushed by her father.
Suddenly, her chest tightened, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Whoa, what's wrong?"
Han Yaseong blinked in confusion at the tears streaming from Jang Eun-ah's eyes. This was the worst time for crying.
But seeing Eun-ah senior like this felt off.
Eun-ah decided it was time to confide her secret in Yaseong. She felt like she could trust her.
"There's something I need to tell you. Something I've never told anyone—not even Yujin."
It sounded like heavy stuff. Once she heard it, there'd be no going back to their casual senior-junior dynamic. Eun-ah senior knew that too, which was why she was sharing it now—to steel herself and bring Yaseong to her side.
Han Yaseong felt a twinge of unease, but she had to hear it. It was the only way to truly ally with Eun-ah senior. Plus, it was her ticket to those unlimited rights.
"What is it?"
"Once you hear this, we can't go back to how things were. I'm telling you alone a secret I have to take to my grave. You still want to hear it?"
"Yes. Tell me."
"Think it over one more time. It's an ugly secret. I never wanted to speak of it, even on my deathbed. But if you're really going up against my dad, I have to tell you. He swore me to silence until he dies."
Eun-ah senior's face was etched with profound sadness. Han Yaseong felt a chill of fear. What could it be? It had to be something tied to her father—a filthy, sordid secret. Just like she said, hearing it would shatter any chance of normalcy. Hell, it might bind them deeper than even with Choi Yujin senior.
But backing out now wasn't an option. Refusing would end things with Eun-ah senior right there. She was placing total faith in her, leaning on her with this revelation.
Han Yaseong saw this as a pivotal turning point in her life. If Choi Yujin had awakened her, Eun-ah senior was about to detonate it. The moment she heard the secret, she'd never be the same.
She gazed at Eun-ah senior, tears glistening behind her glasses.
"You want to tell me?"
"Yeah. But if you don't want to hear it, I won't."
Eun-ah senior had that innate submissiveness. So different from Choi Yujin senior. Maybe it stemmed from her strict upbringing—molding her into the perfect wife for a chaebol heir or first lady someday.
Han Yaseong closed her eyes, fell silent for a moment, then decided. She didn't want to run. No matter how brutal the truth, she wanted to trample over it and move on.
Still, it scared her a little. It sounded truly horrific.
"Okay. Tell me. I'm listening."
"Alright... thank you."
Eun-ah senior shut her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them quietly and began to speak. The shocking truths pouring from her pretty lips were utterly vile.
Han Yaseong could barely process it. How could such things happen? It was the stuff of trashy dramas—no, even those wouldn't touch something this depraved.
"That's... really true?"
"All of it. That's how I've lived."
Eun-ah senior's face was calm—or pretending to be, masking a deep loneliness. Han Yaseong seethed with rage. It was heartbreaking to think of her enduring hell all this time. No, the hell was still ongoing.
Only now did Han Yaseong understand. Eun-ah senior had clung to her like a drowning woman grasping at straws, desperate for any shred of help.
After suffering such filth, who wouldn't?
How could a father inspect his own daughter's pussy? Checking her virginity even now—it was unbelievable. And the mother knew and allowed it? Turning a blind eye while her husband probed their girl's most private place to confirm she was still a virgin?
They weren't parents. They were garbage.
Now Han Yaseong got why Eun-ah senior called her father trash. Forcing purity was one thing, but this crossed into perversion. Fathers everywhere meddled in their daughters' lives to some degree—curfews, no overnights—to protect them. But Eun-ah senior's father had gone off the deep end. Since her second year of middle school, he'd been personally examining her pussy to verify her purity. A grotesque, perverted ritual.
"It started back then. Another elite girl went abroad for school and got knocked up by a Black guy. That's when the nightmare began."
Even now, inspections every two or three months. After the recent MT trip, she'd gotten one right before bed.
No wonder she was terrified. Her father must seem like a demon, too frightening to resist. And with her own mother—the one person who should have her back—ignoring it all, Eun-ah senior's despair was unimaginable.
Living as an upper-class lady on the surface, but really trapped on some isolated island, forced into whore-like existence.
"That's seven years now. I'm numb to it mostly, but those inspections... still horrific. That's why I could never tell anyone. Not even Yujin... You just can't share something like this."
Tears streamed from her bespectacled eyes. Releasing seven years of buried pain.
Han Yaseong's gut boiled; she felt like she might explode. Even she, who ignored everyone else, couldn't stomach this. It had obliterated Eun-ah senior's dignity.
Now she understood the baby elephant metaphor. A young elephant can't uproot the stake chained to its leg. Even grown, it never tries—convinced from childhood it's impossible.
Her father had exploited that, inflicting massive trauma and shame to control her utterly. Like slashing a brothel girl's mouth to break her will and prevent escape.
That's why Eun-ah senior had never even dreamed of dating. The terror of her father's forced inspections had scarred her body and soul.
"I've always dreamed of someone rescuing me... Then Yujin told me about you. Hearing you'd been abandoned by your parents and lived alone, I felt we shared that pain. But I wasn't sure. Would you help me? Could you stand up to my terrifying father? If you don't want to now, it's okay. At first, I thought you'd get killed fighting him and said screw it. But now... I don't want you hurt. I'm such a shitty person, huh?"
"You're thinking of yourself—that's fine. No need to worry about me. I don't give a damn about others anyway. But... this pisses me off. Being abandoned looks better by comparison. How can parents be such... monsters?"
Rage surged; her fists clenched tight. Unable to hold back, Han Yaseong gritted her teeth and slammed the table.
BAM!
The sturdy wooden table shattered in an instant. Jang Eun-ah jumped. It was like a massive bomb had detonated. One punch from Yaseong, and the table was pulverized. A person would've been killed on impact.