Chapter 86
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon's Daily Life at YC Entertainment
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"Hyun-seong... busy again today?"
"Huh? Yeah... sorry, So-hye. Got some work... Let's go on a date tomorrow since it's March 1st. Sound good?"
"Okay..."
Im So-hye hung up the call with her boyfriend, looking glum once more.
"Is it still bothering him that Mi-hyun caught us?"
Thinking back on it still made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Of all things.
To get caught having sex in her boyfriend's house by his twin little sister.
And the real problem... that twin sister was the scary delinquent girl from her class, the one everyone feared.
Ever since that day, communication with her boyfriend Hyun-seong had dwindled.
"Sigh... Should I go apologize to Mi-hyun?"
So-hye had no idea that Mi-hyun and her boyfriend were committing incest, but her guess that Hyun-seong's sudden distance might be Mi-hyun's fault was spot-on, like grabbing a rat by the tail.
"...I miss Hyun-seong..."
Innocent but not pure-hearted So-hye.
The blank slate she once was had been thoroughly stained with Hyun-seong's color.
Her first sex.
Her first orgasm.
Her first squirting.
He'd taught her everything.
"...Hyun-seong... ah... ah."
Her hand, slowly drifting downward, brushed against So-hye's clit.
As she recalled Hyun-seong's thick, hard cock plunging into her pussy and was just about to start masturbating in earnest.
"So-hye."
"...D-Dad."
The short-statured man burst in without knocking, as usual.
Her dad, Pastor Im Seong-ryeong.
Im So-hye, who had just been on the verge of touching herself, jolted upright in surprise.
"Hm? You okay? You look sick."
"N-No, I'm fine! B-But why?"
"Well, the day after tomorrow is your high school entrance, right? Dad thought he'd swing by the department store and get you a laptop."
"Uh, yeah... I-I already have one?"
"Psh, that one's from three years ago. Time for a new one for studying, plus some new clothes for my little girl."
As always,
Her father, Pastor Im, was a kind dad.
If you ignored how he tried to control every aspect of his child's life, as if privacy didn't exist...
"Um, b-but I have plans tomorrow..."
"Plans? With a guy?"
His tone suddenly turned intimidating.
"N-No! When would I have time for a boyfriend... It's a girlfriend. A friend who's a girl."
"Phew. That's right. So-hye, you're too young for boys right now."
Then came the endless lecture.
His voice grew especially stern whenever boys came up.
The nonstop moral preaching, warnings about men, brainwashing that sex was evil.
'God, this is so annoying...'
Of course, she loved her dad...
But she wished he'd realize daughters eventually leave the nest.
"Ten coffees to go. Four iced Americanos, six hot Americanos."
"Yes, I'll handle the payment."
February 28th.
9 a.m.
Seo Na-yeon was the type to arrive at work leisurely.
Her job was a bit unconventional, so no need to rush in early.
"Whew. Time to work."
She stopped by a Starbucks on her commute to grab coffees for the staff, then drove another 30 minutes through traffic to a modest five-story building tucked just off the main road.
YC Building.
Surprisingly, it was a gift from Kwak Young-cheol's father...
'How much is this even worth?'
Sure, there was probably a loan involved, but owning a building felt like elite territory to commoner Na-yeon.
Kwak Young-cheol wasn't some chaebol heir with just this little building, but to Na-yeon—who'd grown up dirt poor—even this level of real estate was intimidating.
Amazed anew by Kwak Young-cheol's wealth, Na-yeon hefted the heavy coffee carrier and reached the elevator.
The building was packed with tenants on every floor.
First floor: pharmacy, restaurant, convenience store.
Second: OB-GYN and urology.
Third: dermatology... though all three clinics were run by the same doctor.
Floors four and five housed Kwak Young-cheol's companies.
Fourth: YC Capital, the loan shark operation his dad had run with a figurehead president—now directly managed by Young-cheol.
Fifth: YC Entertainment and Kwak Young-cheol's personal office.
She'd wondered if it was an idol agency, but it was more distant from that.
Anyway, Na-yeon's "new workplace" was YC Entertainment. Officially, she was Kwak Young-cheol's "secretary."
She hit the button for the fourth floor first and headed to YC Capital.
"Good morning."
"Oh, Na-yeon, coffee again? Thanks a bunch!"
She pushed open the glass door labeled YC Capital on the fourth floor, and a burly bald middle-aged guy sprang up to greet her warmly.
Oh, and FYI, she'd once asked Kwak Young-cheol what YC stood for and got laughed at.
'You don't even know the spelling of Young-cheol, do you, you dumb bitch? Kekeke.'
It stung because she was in the middle of getting fucked by him at the time and couldn't retort. She really didn't know English spelling, so she hadn't realized it was his initials.
Facts always hurt.
'Bet you don't know what Capital means either.'
'Fuck... whatever. What is it?'
'Jesus, you ignorant slut. Loan shark business. Private lending.'
Asshole.
High school grad himself.
Anyway, Na-yeon didn't work at YC Capital but dropped by the floor below now and then with coffees.
The staff numbered ten—average for a small private lender, neither big nor tiny.
"You brighten up the office every time, Na-yeon. Come down more often~"
"Hoho, I will."
It had been a month since Na-yeon started coming to this building.
In that short time, she'd already slept with four out of the ten employees here.
Like the sales team leader greeting her now—this shiny bald guy was a favorite of Kwak Young-cheol's and got to fuck Na-yeon as a "bonus" sometimes.
He smiled innocently now, playing the boss's secretary role, but they'd banged eight times in that month.
The credit review team leader peeking from the side? Only three times—poor performance.
The collections team leader, an ex-thug direct subordinate of Kwak Young-cheol's dad (and thus on bro terms with Young-cheol), had fucked her a whopping 18 times in the month.
One other staffer had done her at least once too.
So nearly half the YC Capital crew had gotten inside Na-yeon.
Hell, they'd all seen her face up close.
Even at her old used car dealership, she'd worked her way through the staff one by one until it ended in a 7:1 gangbang...
Recalling that made Na-yeon's pussy twitch involuntarily. The shock had been huge at first... but over time, the bad parts faded, leaving only the thrilling memories.
With her libido in overdrive, Na-yeon gave seductive glances to the men she'd bedded, deliberately swaying her huge, trashy hips under her short skirt as she headed out and up one more flight of stairs.
She knew every male gaze was glued to her ass—and she loved it.
Na-yeon's main workspace.
YC Building fifth floor: YC Entertainment.
She opened the flashy door to find an interior that was messy and disorganized despite the glitzy exterior.
The space divided into sections with thick steel doors that blocked outside views—odd for an entertainment company.
But Na-yeon knew the truth, so the familiar sight barely registered.
She navigated the narrow, winding hallway to the hidden president's office in the back.
Ahem.
Deep breath, then knock.
Knock knock.
"Who is it?"
"It's Na-yeon, oppa."
"Fuck... come in."
Kwak Young-cheol's voice sounded raspy, suppressed.
Na-yeon guessed what was inside and opened the door.
Unlike the outside, the office screamed luxury.
Tacky bright colors and fake gold trim made it look garish,
And there on the central sofa sat Kwak Young-cheol, pants off, legs splayed, while some woman knelt between them sucking his dick. She startled at Na-yeon's entrance and pulled off hastily.
"Uh, uh..."
"Keep sucking, bitch. She's staff here."
"...Y-Yes."
Even after his words, the stranger hesitated at blowing him with an audience.
175 cm tall, tall build, bobbed hair.
Rose tattoo from shoulder to elbow caught the eye.
'Sigh.'
First time seeing her, but it was obvious.
Like looking at her past self—Na-yeon felt a twinge of pity but casually went to her desk to check the computer.
Today's tasks.
10 a.m.: Investor meeting.
12 p.m.: Lunch with investors for "entertainment"...
As she reviewed her schedule,
"Ah, fuck... fuuuck... you filthy cunt... guh! Hey! Na-yeon!"
"What, oppa... I mean, President."
She always called him "President" around others.
Na-yeon approached with a sour look, and Kwak Young-cheol bellowed hoarsely.
"Get coffee! Mine and hers!"
"Got it... sir."
"You fucking whore, shove it down your throat till it bulges! Goddamn retard, don't you learn? Huh?"
The vulgar Kwak Young-cheol spewed filth while groaning raspily, grabbing the poor woman's head and pounding her like a fleshlight.
'I used to be like that.'
Thinking that, Na-yeon quickly brewed the coffees and brought them over just as things neared the finish.
"Gulp... hack... glurk..."
Poor tattoo girl, still new to deepthroat.
Choking as Kwak Young-cheol rammed his goblin club deep into her throat,
"Hngh... haa... ah, shit... not bad, you retard bitch."
He came and shoved her away.
Na-yeon timed it perfectly, handing over the coffee.
"Here's your coffee, President."
"Oh. Slurp—yeah, that's Na-yeon. You've got the touch now. Kek."
From last August to this February—nearly half a year serving him— she'd memorized his coffee tastes perfectly.
As Kwak Young-cheol savored his coffee happily, he kicked the coughing tattoo girl—seminally invaded—away with his foot and pulled a plastic baggie of pills from his pocket.
Inside: tablets...
"Here. Take it."
"...Thank you."
Despite the humiliation, desperation overrode shame in the tattoo girl's eyes at the sight of the pills.
Watching, Na-yeon shuddered with a chill.
'Ugh... I gotta stay away from drugs for real.'