Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Plan
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"What do you plan to do with borrowing that?"
"Invest, of course. Invest."
Mesui clutched her forehead at my baseless confidence.
"To turn 12 million yen into 6 billion yen—"
"I've got 3 million yen in seed money right now, so think of it as 15 million total. Nice round number."
"Sigh... Fine. 15 million yen. Do you even know what kind of return rate you'd need to grow that into 6 billion?"
"40,000 percent."
Mesui's face twisted in disbelief. Of course I get it. It's absurd.
But man, there's something thrilling about watching a woman's face scrunch up like that. I just can't get enough. Heh heh heh.
Yeah, even I have to admit I'm a total perv.
"Sanghyeon, are you treating investment like a joke right now?"
Obviously, I can't explain this logically.
It's info only I could have, something I've been waiting for over a year since possessing this body.
"Sigh."
Mesui turned away with a disappointed look. It's not about the money—she's at a level where a few tens of millions of yen are probably pocket change.
So, what do I need to borrow 12 million yen from her right now?
Credit.
Yeah, credit. And I don't have any.
Sure, I smashed through the academy doors as the overwhelming top student with a deviation score over 90, but that's just first-year level. Potential for the future? Sure, but still a fledgling.
A fledgling's credit is fledgling-level.
So, all I need to do is stop being a fledgling.
...Alright.
Mesui, you think I'm some ridiculous secret agent, don't you?
"Yumekoi Academy Director Mesui."
My voice sank lower than usual.
She froze.
Mesui's footsteps halted abruptly as she turned to open the door.
"I'll stake my 'true identity' on it. If the investment fails, our organization will personally guarantee the principal."
By "our organization," I meant the DCInside Outside Shitty Game Minor Gallery, but Mesui had no clue.
Who's the one jumping to conclusions now?
Her expression had turned deadly serious as she spun back around.
"You...! As I thought...!?"
"That's not important. Come back and sit down first."
At my words, Mesui hurried over and plopped back into her seat.
"Something's up in Korea, right? Some hot stock or sure thing that's got you acting like this? Are you short on operational funds?"
Her words sped up noticeably.
Well, if this plan really pans out, it'd mean swallowing a mid-sized company in Tokyo's Nakano Ward whole. Even for someone in her upper-crust position, the management rights of a company worth hundreds of billions would be dizzying.
Plus, that 240 billion yen market cap was after it tanked from the CEO couple's disappearance—the original value of Tachibana Corporation probably clears 500 billion easy.
And here I am, casually talking about snatching it up like it's nothing, as a secret agent from another country (all in Mesui's imagination).
No wonder she's excited—it's straight out of a drama or spy flick.
"Tell me! If that's the case, I'll throw in another 12 million yen. But we'd have to talk shares later."
"Shares...?"
Mesui smirked, like she wasn't trying to play coy.
"You won't forget my generosity, right? A full 12 million yen. Think of it not just as a loan, but as angel investment..."
Her words trailed off suggestively.
Hmm.
So, she wants a solid cut of the profits too.
"Let's hear it. How much do you want?"
It was hilarious—first acting like I was treating investment like a game, now pretending she'd already claimed Tachibana's management rights. But I was curious about her real intentions, so I played along.
"Half... or so...?"
This lady's unbelievable.
I slowly pushed back my chair and straightened up. That was enough. Mesui's lips pressed together awkwardly.
"Mesui."
Not "Director," but "Mesui."
Her chest heaved noticeably—my cold glare must've rattled her.
"Ah, a-ah~ That was over the top, huh? I was joking."
I ignored her lightly and continued.
"Truth is, I could hit up every bank from first- to third-tier, even pawnshops, and not bat an eye. I've got a dead-certain stock with 100% trust and tens of thousands of percent guaranteed returns. And you want half the management rights?"
"O-ho-ho, no, like I said, it was a joke."
Yeah, right. She was testing the waters—win big or negotiate. Does she think I'm a sucker?
"Haha. Good joke. Wasn't funny, though."
"..."
Mesui shrank like a folding fan.
There's one reason I'm pissed. This company's the legacy of Harumi's parents. It rightfully belongs to her entirely.
Who is this lady to act like it's hers? We're on friendly terms, sure, but don't cross the line.
Keep poking at this heroine-obsessed guy's reverse scale, and even I won't play nice.
"The only reason I'm asking you, Director, is because dealing with loan sharks is messy and running around banks is a hassle. Of course, I'd bow in thanks if you lent it, but turning that investment into 40,000% returns? That's pure my skill."
She sighed, face saying she couldn't even break even.
"So. How much are you offering then? You tell me, Sanghyeon."
Calling me "Sanghyeon" again as I switched back to "Director"—her tension eased a bit.
"Not even 1%."
She bristled instantly.
She shot up!
"Then why should I lend it!? Am I your personal wallet!?"
Still seated, I leaned back against the chair, chin raised. Then, coldly commanded the glaring, standing Mesui.
"Sit."
"..!"
"Sit down, you sow."
She shuddered!
"Guh... Y-yes..."
Biting her lower lip hard—maybe her thighs were tingling from the dehumanizing order—she sat back down.
"I'll use you as a wallet, so just spread 'em obediently. Old hag..."
"H-hot..♡ Guh..♡ N-no..! Don't sell me short..!"
Mesui got aroused in seconds. I softened my expression and grinned.
"Just kidding. Haha. Face is red, but you're not mad, right?"
She shook her head vigorously.
"Besides, it's not like the Director gets nothing out of it. I'll be a student molded under your guidance. And you know I'm no ordinary guy, inside or out. You get what it means to keep someone like me as your disciple."
"And... even if it's nonsense, say I really am a Korean secret agent. You'd have an absurd connection to a foreign intelligence operative. Right? For a measly 12 million yen! No bureaucrat gets that shot."
She nodded silently, convinced it made sense.
"...Got it."
"And one more thing."
Her face showed surprise, like she hadn't expected extras.
"Director, your body's been lonely, hasn't it?"
"W-what...?"
"Don't you miss it? Being ordered around like a tool... treated worse than human, like livestock... fawning solely to please a man."
She flinched.
"Ngh..."
"Heh heh. Your reaction says it all. I could help with that part too."
Mesui's fingertips trembled. A far cry from her cool, calculating demeanor moments ago over profits. Her face was like a kid eyeing candy.
"H-how... will you help...?"
Same polite speech, totally different vibe. The deferential tone a subordinate uses for a superior.
"You saw what happened with Reina, right?"
"...Yes."
"Jilled off listening outside the door?"
"...Y-yes."
Her face flushed red.
"Jealous? Of Reina getting that treatment."
She twitched.
"N-not jealous... J-just a little curious. Not enough to call it envy..."
I waved dismissively with a bored look.
"Ah~ Whatever then. Out you go. Sorry for wasting your time on something you're not interested in."
As I made to stand, Mesui frantically waved both hands.
"L-lie! I was jealous! Yes, I want to be trained alongside her too!"
Trained women have their perks—no pointless power plays or whining. A light smack, and they correct themselves.
"Took you long enough. Tsk."
Mesui looked tense. A real male presence after years widowed. The masochistic female instinct craving domination by an overwhelmingly strong male.
Unfulfilled desires churning inside. Whether I was interested could mean reliving that thrilling play from her husband a decade ago.
It's like shoving whiskey under an alcoholic's nose. No resisting.
Knowledge from studying all those NTR worlds.
In NTR, a "trained maso bitch" character might settle into pure love marriage, but one encounter with a thug ex resets her instantly. It's cliché in that universe.
And with Mesui's husband dead, no limiter to hold back her urges.
"Uh, ngh..."
Sure enough, she was already rubbing her thighs, in heat.
Time to spice it up.
"But something's off... Livestock sitting in a human's chair."
Mesui jumped up, dropping to her knees so roughly her black stockings nearly laddered. Hands politely on her thighs. No foreplay or intercourse—just the command plunged her mind into the play.
Honestly, at this rate, more training and I could take the 12 million or whatever. A bit of effort, and she'd obey any order as my sex slave.
But... why bother? Mesui might get upset, but I don't see the value in investing time to slave-train this old lady.
...She'd probably get even hornier from that treatment.
Anyway, this is urgent, so borrowing cash. Normally, I could earn more than what's in her account on my own.
And with that money, live sweetly with my young, pretty, fresh heroines. Why waste effort on this worn-out used goods?
I'm a pure guy whose heart's full of pure love for heroines!
"Anyway, great consultation today. Oh, what about Reina?"
"I've arranged for her to stay in a one-room near the academy."
"Good work."
Mesui grinned slyly.
"You swapped contacts with Reina already. Next time she gets called for 'training,' come along. I'll let you observe."
"...! Y-yes! Th-thank you!"
No problem.
I'll train those two sows separately later. For now, prep for tomorrow's date with Ren.
The long-awaited date with Ren the next day went smoothly.
Saturday afternoon, cafe second-floor window seat.
Warm sunlight spread outside, beautiful. But Ren's profile reflected in the glass was even more so.
This must be what they mean by faces so pretty you could eat them. She brushed her hair behind her ear and took a sip of coffee—somehow sensually alluring.