Chapter 200
"Sorry. I want to let you cum, but I just can't."
"We can do it later."
"Sigh, who knows when that will be. Oh, right—how'd it go with your gems? Did they appraise them?"
"I met Senior Yujin's dad yesterday—or rather, this afternoon. He said they're worth more than regular gems, around 20 million won per carat."
"That's got to be an underestimate. With that glow they have, I figured they'd fetch even more. If you negotiate hard, you could get up to 100 million. Did Yujin's dad set the price?"
He was indirectly calling out the old man's haggling skills. Yaseong caught on but nodded anyway, his cock still gripped in her hand.
"Looks like he's handling it with some European diamond company. I just handed everything over to him. I don't know the first thing about this stuff."
"How's the profit split going?"
"Thirds. We'll divide whatever revenue comes in three ways."
"You're getting screwed on that deal."
Senior Euna frowned, her face screaming scam.
"But I couldn't unload them on my own. He warned me the government or some big corp might snatch them up, so I left it all to the old man. Seemed like even he couldn't handle it solo—he's pulling in global capitalists to join in."
Euna agreed with a shake of the cock in her hand.
"Fair point. You can't operate independently here. Government, megacorps, media, ministries—they all meddle and interfere. Splitting thirds is actually a solid haul. Yujin must've pulled strings."
"What if it was your family's company, Senior?"
"You'd walk away with pocket change, a few billion at most. Guys like my dad don't share. They buy out patents and tech for pennies, then use them. Gems? Forget it. Hell, they might even accuse you of stealing national resources and throw you in jail."
"Impressive. I've heard stories, but damn."
"That's everyday life here. The weak get stripped bare. Everyone scrambles for more power. Wealth is relative. Rich folks puff up their chests, but they grovel before my dad. My dad grovels before the top-ten chaebol chairmen. And those chairmen? They grovel before foreign investors, domestic bigshots, and heavyweight politicians."
"What a food chain. So only the president doesn't grovel?"
"Nah, even he does these days. Back in the dictatorship era, maybe not—but now? He's got political funding hooks in him. Investigations only hit rivals who snubbed him or skimped on campaign cash. Loyal backers who went all-in? Untouched. Name one time the Big Three groups got probed."
"Good point. I never hear about the Big Three under the microscope, even if smaller firms get hammered."
In Korea, those Big Three were like the old Andong Kim clan—untouchable powerhouses. They could do anything without investigations or jail time. Public sentiment held that if they fell, the nation would crumble. Just like the Kim clan's fall hadn't doomed the country, the Big Three collapsing wouldn't either. But people believed it. With over a million employees and families tied to them, sure, it'd rock things like the IMF crisis. Other firms would fill the void soon enough, though.
"So everyone in Korea grovels. No almighty kingpin?"
"Wrong. There is one. The only person in this country who doesn't."
"Who?"
"The elder known as Myeongdong's Bigshot. I don't know much, but they say he's Korea's true king."
"Oh, yeah—I heard about him from Senior Yujin. No businessperson in Korea hasn't borrowed from him, right?"
"Yep. Filthy rich before and after liberation. He bankrolled the early chaebols when they started out. Built his fortune on collaboration during the occupation, then ballooned it in the Korean War. They say he owns most of Korea's prime land and skyscrapers. Details are buried deep—no one knows for sure. Half the world probably doesn't even realize he exists."
"Makes sense. I had no clue either. He hides it masterfully."
Just like Yaseong concealed his own world, this elder shrouded his wealth and influence. A true power player. Regular rich guys flaunted their cash; this one didn't. No wonder he was Korea's top dog. Any bragging would've drawn rivals and ended him.
"They say Myeongdong's sharks all run on his money. He's the root, with endless branches. Global capitalists do the same—endless investments spawning twigs everywhere. That's why the world's top 1% hold 96% of the wealth. The other 4% gets split among 99% of us. Massive inequality, but folks are clueless."
"Even if they know, what can they do? Rich stay rich, commoners stay common. Unless you're a real powerhouse, escaping the grind is impossible."
"But you escaped. You're the real deal. Thirds means hundreds of billions for you. Junior chaebol status. Live it up—do whatever. Invest in an entertainment agency, bang aspiring actresses."
"Who does that?"
"Chaebol heirs all do. They fund agencies and get sex perks. Middlemen broker it—hourly rates and all. I know dozens of idols who've done it. At their villa parties, girl celebs are mandatory. They rotate all night. Then they land CFs, films, whatever."
"Sounds fun. I want in."
"Ugh, I despise that scene... but for you, Yaseong, I'll overlook it."
She slipped the softening cock back in her mouth and sucked. She really loved it.
"Bring some girl celebs later, Senior Euna. I don't know any."
"Me, play pimp?"
Euna pulled off his dick in disbelief and stared.
"Gotta avoid gold-diggers or scams. You handle it, Senior—keep it safe. Better that way, right?"
"You're no saint yourself."
Asking her to fetch celebs personally? Absurd. But she couldn't refuse—feared he'd pull away. Yujin might skate by without, but if Euna said no, Yaseong might drift. She dodged commitment, changed tack.
"You don't pull that with Yujin."
"She told me to handle my own business—just not street girls. No STDs, or no more."
"She's weird too."
No—they were all weird. Fighting over Yaseong like this was insane. He'd already adopted chaebol mentality. Summoning celebs? He was stepping into their world.
But he wasn't there yet.
"Do it once you're a real chaebol. Then I'll hook you up."
"For real?"
"Gotta keep you safe. You're naive—they'd bleed you dry. Those 'victim' celebs trading sex? Sharks. Ruthless. They demand ads, films, leads as payback. Even chaebols tire of it quick. You'll suffer too. No good women out there—just ones who play sweet."
It rang true. Yaseong had pitied sponsored idols as victims, forced into it. But nope. Hate sponsors? Quit showbiz. No one forced them. They chose it, earning in one night what others slaved months for. Enviable, not pitiful.
"They say 5 quadrillion gets you world conquest. Possible?"
"50 trillion makes you Korea's richest. You could do anything—beat my dad even."
"But I want blondes too. Hollywood actresses someday."
"God, you're such a horndog. Everything's about pussy. Ban girls, and you'd ditch getting rich."
"What's the point of riches if I can't fuck?"
No point earning cash if you can't eat. Everything was for survival.