Chapter 37
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: You Should Read Contracts Carefully, Seo Na-yeon
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"Th-that's how it... it happened. H-Hyun-seong, calm down and put that driver away..."
"Tell me everything."
"Huh...?"
"You fucking bastard. Are your ears blocked? Want me to drill through to your brain? That's not the end of it, is it? Spill it all right now."
"...Th-that..."
October 2022.
The male employees, led by Kim Cheol-ho, received sex videos of Seo Na-yeon that Kwak Young-cheol had sent them like he was showing off.
It was only natural that, starting the very next day, the way the men looked at Seo Na-yeon changed.
Of course, they had occasionally heard her wild moans echoing insanely from the president's office before.
But audio was on a whole different level from audiovisual material.
"Good morning!"
At first, oblivious as ever, Seo Na-yeon greeted her coworkers innocently without noticing their stares. But it wasn't long before she sensed the gazes directed at her had grown even stickier.
The male employees had always blatantly ogled her figure with lustful eyes, but now they scanned her up and down excessively, exchanging smirks with each other like they were in on some joke.
Seo Na-yeon, not entirely clueless about office dynamics despite her limited education, felt an inexplicable mix of contempt and shame.
"Na-yeon. President's office."
"Ah, yes."
Of course, she had no idea what was going on at the time.
Her routine was still the same: rush to the president's office whenever he called and spread her legs. The only addition was filming videos.
She never imagined those videos, which he claimed were just for his eyes, would circulate and end up in the employees' KakaoTalk chats.
Of course, Kwak Young-cheol didn't send them to every employee. At first, he really did send two or three to everyone, but afterward, only his closest confidant Kim Cheol-ho received them regularly, with the sole mechanic Mr. Gu getting them occasionally. No other employees got more.
Most videos the male employees received had Seo Na-yeon's face censored (with hands or masks), and the ones occasionally showing her face went only to Kim Cheol-ho.
It was a kind of reward, in a way.
Kim Cheol-ho, feeling smug from the "special treatment," would occasionally flaunt the videos to other employees in the break room, just like Kwak Young-cheol.
He couldn't send them directly due to Kwak's warnings, but viewing them at the office was overlooked.
"Hey, the boss sent another video, kekeke."
"For real? Fuck, I'm so jealous."
"Let me see too, senior. Please."
"Ah... my throat's dry..."
"Fuck, vending machine!"
And so, they started sharing the videos in the break room as a joke, snagging minor perks like coffee or drinks in return.
The latest one, fresh from the president's office just moments ago.
Seo Na-yeon, bent over on the cold concrete floor in the exact outfit she'd worn that morning, getting pounded from behind.
-Ahng... Ahng❤❤❤!!
Her thick ass jiggling wildly as she screamed like a madwoman—it was so stimulating it made their heads spin.
"Ah, fuck... I just wanna drain my balls once..."
"Me too, fuck. So damn jealous."
"But seriously, Boss Kwak's a psycho. Showing this to us? My brain's doing a full 180."
"Fuck, we're grateful, but that bitch Seo Na-yeon... kekeke, she's really pitiful."
"Whatever, fuck, I wish he'd let me have a go too, kekekeke."
Just like in the president's office, Seo Na-yeon was ruthlessly degraded on the employees' tongues.
For a measly one million to one and a half million won a month.
Of course, they say if the tail is long, it eventually gets stepped on.
About two weeks later, the male employees were gathered in the employee break room again, huddling together to share another video.
Along with vulgar trash talk about Seo Na-yeon that was too crude to repeat.
"Fuck, I wanna fuck that bitch too."
"Kekekeke... but fuck, she gets creampied every day—how's she not pregnant?"
"Maybe she already has a kid?"
"Who knows. Maybe Boss Kwak's ugly dick implanted and then miscarried, kekekeke."
In their minds, Seo Na-yeon was already just a fuckhole—no more, no less than a bitch in heat.
They couldn't see her as a fellow employee worthy of respect.
And that's when it happened.
Seo Na-yeon, fresh from another perverse pounding in the president's office and parched, burst into the break room without knocking, exposing their secret.
"Hehe. What are you all doing huddled up in—huh?"
"Uh...?"
"...!"
The moment Seo Na-yeon barged in,
-Haang! Ah, I'm going crazy, oppa... Spit in my mouth... Ha-eut!
Of all things, in the video, Seo Na-yeon was wailing at the top of her lungs, begging desperately.
There was no way she wouldn't recognize her own voice—especially sounding like a sow in heat, squealing lewdly.
Everyone flashed awkward smiles at her, but no one stepped up to take responsibility.
"What the fuck... Are you insane?"
Furious, Seo Na-yeon snatched Kim Cheol-ho's phone to look, and no one dared stop her.
They were that flustered.
"Uh... W-we'll just head out now..."
"Ah... W-wait a sec! N-Na-yeon!"
"We weren't trying to watch it on purpose... Haha, it's a misunderstanding!"
Everyone made excuses and fled, leaving Kim Cheol-ho alone with Seo Na-yeon.
"...Cheol-ho. What the hell is this?"
"Uh, well..."
"Who the fuck gave you this vi—never mind. That fucking bastard sent it, didn't he... Ah, fuck, is that psycho out of his mind?!"
Seo Na-yeon's fuse blew, unleashing a torrent of rage, but Kim Cheol-ho just stammered helplessly. In the end, she dragged him to the president's office.
"Oppa. Did you send this video?"
"What?"
"...The one you just filmed. Why the fuck did you send it to that bastard? Are you crazy? Are you?!"
But Kwak Young-cheol, briefly startled, soon furrowed his brow and responded nonchalantly.
"What the fuck is this about? Thought something big happened."
"...What? O-Oppa, no... I only agreed to film because you said it was just for you..."
"Agreed?"
At that moment, Kwak Young-cheol's face twisted viciously.
An odd expression, like he was angry or amused.
"You said 'agreed,' you fuck?"
"...!"
Even Kim Cheol-ho shrank back in silence at that ferocious look.
As Seo Na-yeon froze mid-interrogation, Kwak Young-cheol kicked his chair back, stood abruptly, and grabbed her head with one hand.
"O... Oppa."
Her voice trembled with fear.
But Kwak Young-cheol's eyes were ice cold.
"Hey. Seo Na-yeon."
"...Yeah."
"Hey. Seo Na-yeon."
"Uh-huh...?"
"Hey. Seo Na-yeon."
"..."
"Hey, Seo Na-yeon."
"...Wh-what?"
178 cm tall.
Not particularly towering, but Kwak Young-cheol's torso was massively thick.
A gorilla-like build with a broad chest.
In a word, pure brute force personified.
Even during his delinquent days in school, he'd trained consistently in wrestling and judo, filling that blessed frame with muscle—a hulking, man-eating bear of a man.
Seo Na-yeon was tall for a woman with well-developed lower body muscles, but overall slender.
As Kwak Young-cheol growled, reeking of beastly musk, the emboldened Seo Na-yeon who had stormed in to argue forgot why she'd come, instinctively terrified as if she might wet herself.
She could intuitively feel that if Kwak ignored the law, he could easily kill someone like her with his bare fists.
All this time, having slept with him and marinated in false hope from his ongoing mind games—deluding herself she might become his new wife—she suddenly recalled what kind of man his father was, the crimes Kwak himself had committed, and how vicious he'd been in school.
"Hey, Seo Na-yeon."
"...S-sorry, oppa... I-I wasn't trying to pick a fight..."
"Watch your tone."
"...Huh?"
Slap!
Without warning, Kwak Young-cheol's palm struck her cheek.
Seo Na-yeon, stunned, caressed her rapidly reddening cheek as he switched to a soft voice—but it was even creepier.
"Na-yeon-ah. You fucking Na-yeon-ah."
"...Y-yes, uh, no—President."
As the terrified Na-yeon trembled, Kwak spoke to her softly, like soothing a child.
"My sweet Na-yeon. I've been giving you pocket money, even bought you a fucking place—did that make you think I'm some easy mark? Huh?"
"Wh-what? No, oppa. Absolutely not..."
"Heh heh. Not? Then why are you grabbing me by the balls over sharing one little fuck video? Do you think you're... my wife?"
"...No."
"Know your place, you stupid bitch."
"......Huh?"
Kwak Young-cheol tapped the cheek of the lip-biting Seo Na-yeon, then suddenly grabbed her blouse and ripped it open.
Rip! Pop!
The expensive 300,000-won designer piece he'd bought her tore apart, buttons flying everywhere, exposing her pale skin.
To Kwak Young-cheol, and to Kim Cheol-ho, frozen in shock behind them.
"My sweet Na-yeon, do you think you're my wife or something? Huh?"
"......"
Trembling with fear and humiliation, averting her eyes, Seo Na-yeon had her bra yanked off too.
Kwak then squeezed her luscious breasts with both hands, displaying them to the statue-still Kim Cheol-ho.
"Ah... It hurts, oppa..."
"Hey. I'm asking: are you my wife?"
"...No."
Humiliated at exposing her bare upper body to Kim Cheol-ho, she gritted her teeth and said no—but his hands kept crushing her breasts like a hydraulic press.
"Then why are you nagging like a wife? No, my actual wife brought tens of billions in assets, but you, Na-yeon? All you've got for oppa is your fucking body—what else? Huh?"
"...N-nothing."
Turning the tables. Kwak was the one who'd leaked the video without permission, yet he was grilling her shamelessly.
"You. Didn't read the contract carefully, did you?"
"...Huh?"
"That officetel I gave you. Rent's 800,000 won a month, deposit two billion. You think I gave it to you for free?"
"...N-no?"
"No, you're right. No rent or deposit. But there's a clause: 'Party A Kwak Young-cheol must consent for the above amounts to be waived. Without consent, payment is due immediately.' Got two billion on you?"
"...!"