Chapter 87
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: Kwak Young-cheol's New Business Plan
"Now get the hell out, you bitch."
"Yes... Thank you, President."
"Good girl, heh heh... Come back tomorrow too."
"Yes..."
Kwak Young-cheol lounged back lazily, his dick still hanging out even after sending the woman away.
"Who's that, President?"
"That bitch? Heh heh..."
Ever since joining this company, Seo Na-yeon had one rule she had to follow.
She had to address him strictly as "President" and use polite speech at all times within the company.
No more "senior oppa"—he was now her strict employer.
"That druggie bitch who couldn't pay back her debt. I'm setting her up as a strip-streaming BJ."
"Ah... I, I don't want to do drugs."
"Don't worry, I won't make you do them. You're the kind of slut who'll do a gangbang even without drugs, heh heh heh. No point wasting them on you, heh heh."
"Damn it..."
As he chatted with Seo Na-yeon, Kwak Young-cheol glanced at his watch and beckoned her over.
"Someone important's coming for lunch soon, so make sure you entertain him properly."
"Who's coming today?"
"Yeah, an investor. President Kim. He put 500 million into our company this time, so we really need to take good care of him."
"Ah, got it."
Of course, Seo Na-yeon's simple mind couldn't grasp what kind of "investment" this company was even getting.
Because...
She still had no clear idea what the company actually did.
"You can handle it, right?"
"Of course, that's my specialty."
"Exactly. That's why I'm paying you such a fat salary, Na-yeon."
Whatever.
It didn't really matter what the company did.
Seo Na-yeon was just Kwak Young-cheol's personal whore.
Spread 'em when he said spread, fuck when he said fuck.
Lunchtime.
In a private room at the upscale Korean restaurant 'Pungjeong,' reserved by Kwak Young-cheol.
The "investor" they were meeting today finally pushed open the door and stepped in.
"Oh man, President Kim. Sorry for dragging you out when you're so busy."
"Nah, what are you sorry for? Free meal? Heh heh."
A balding 50-something man in hiking gear, unable to hide his excitement from the moment he walked in.
He'd already heard about her from Kwak Young-cheol, so he kept stealing glances at Seo Na-yeon, who stood demurely beside him.
Catching on, Kwak Young-cheol smirked and grabbed her ass, shoving her forward.
"Hey, introduce yourself. This is our company investor."
"Hello, President. I'm Seo Na-yeon, executive secretary to President Kwak Young-cheol. I'll serve you with all my heart today."
Dressed in office attire, but her demeanor screamed room girl or courtesan more than secretary.
And once he laid eyes on her insane figure and face, impossible to hide under her clothes, the investor's mouth fell open wide.
"Wow. I'd heard the 'rumors,' but... heh heh, this is something else. I mean, you're a real beauty, heh heh."
"Oh? What rumors did you hear?"
"Heh heh heh... Good ones, of course. They say after one 'entertainment session' in President Kwak's office, you feel ten years younger? Ha ha ha."
"Whoa, word's spread that far already? Have a seat first. The food here's neat and delicious."
As President Kim sat down, Kwak Young-cheol took the seat across from him, deliberately having Seo Na-yeon sit right next to Kim.
"Today, you serve President Kim just like you do me, right up close. Got it?"
"Yes, President."
"Come on, President Kwak, no need to make it so formal."
"Ha ha ha. President, you can handle her rough. No need to hold back. I've spent six months training her myself—she'll do just about anything. Right, Na-yeon?"
"Ah, yes, of course. President~ Just treat me like your girlfriend today and do whatever you want with me."
Catching Kwak Young-cheol's signal, Seo Na-yeon grabbed the old man's arm and laid on the cheap charms like a seasoned room girl.
Her breasts pressing against President Kim's arm. No bra under her blouse made it all the more stimulating.
"Heh... That good, huh?"
But President Kim still seemed cautious.
After all, one wrong move in these sexual matters could tank a man's position in society.
To ease his guard, Kwak Young-cheol put on a demonstration.
"Ha ha. Na-yeon, stand up."
"Yes, President..."
"Lift your skirt."
"Aw... That's embarrassing..."
Saying that, she obediently hiked up her short H-line skirt, revealing Na-yeon's massive, moon-like ass in full view.
Even in a sealed private room with no servers around... doing this in public?
President Kim, with no tolerance for this sort of thing, flailed his hands in panic, but his eyes stayed glued to her huge ass.
"N-No, here?"
"Heh heh. That's just how she is."
"My god..."
Kim Myung-woon, 52-year-old president of the small construction firm Gwangjin Construction, had been on a losing streak lately.
Growing the company was beyond his capabilities.
Plus, the construction industry was in a slump.
His kids were grown and no longer cute,
and his 50-year-old wife was such a hassle that sex was out of the question—he didn't even want to be around her.
So at this late age, he'd fallen into the nightlife.
For money, he got young, firm hookers far better than his saggy wife, willing to give him everything.
One day, by chance, he met room salon owner Kwak Young-cheol through a mutual acquaintance and learned he was a savvy asset manager with a gangster father involved in shady dealings.
Kwak Young-cheol pitched him an investment.
An online broadcasting business—specifically, a specialist agency managing adult BJs.
Intrigued by the explanation and tipsy, he'd promised to invest, but he'd been second-guessing actually following through...
Today, lured by Kwak's offer of lunch and more business details, he showed up—only to find this bombshell sitting right next to him.
"So here's the thing. My loan shark firm, YC Capital? We can easily get info on young sluts in debt through them. They're all compromised with huge debts, so we invest in some plastic surgery, throw 'em into streaming with high exposure levels, and boom—star balloons explode right away!"
"Ah, yeah... Makes sense."
"And we take money laundering gigs too. This works as a laundering route. You've got some dirty money tucked away too, right, President? Especially with those Excel broadcasts trending? Run it through there for a cycle, and it's clean."
"What? Ha ha... This guy's something..."
"That dirty cash? Straight-up laundered via star balloon cashouts. You'll lose some to fees, but hey. Plus, they double as shills to hype up the streams. What do you think?"
"Hmm... That online adult streaming stuff—is it really that big?"
"Huge. Melon TV, right? Their S-rank star streamers rake in hundreds of millions a month easy. Billions in a year. Once these bitches go live and premium prices kick in, we can broker sponsors too. Worth investing in, yeah?"
"Heh heh..."
The business Kwak Young-cheol was building wasn't some petty used-car lot.
Secure personal info on women in debt via the loan shark firm. YC Entertainment signs exclusive contracts with them.
Among them, those with big debts, exploitable weaknesses, and decent looks or bodies get thrown into online adult BJ streaming.
The star balloon revenue alone brings hefty commissions, but it's a two-birds-one-stone deal.
High-traffic streams launder dirty money via cashouts without suspicion, and shill for more balloons.
Make bank on laundering, and once the BJs gain fame, connect them to rich folks for sponsorships or high-end prostitution, pocketing brokerage fees.
21st-century hyper pimp game, in a nutshell.
"So, you got those BJ girls lined up?"
"Yep. Some from existing BJs who owe our loan shark or took over their debts... We're scouting newbies too. Already locked down ten."
"Young girls racking up that much debt?"
"Man, you wouldn't believe how these sluts blow their cash. Hey, secretary. How much debt you got?"
The sudden heat turned to Seo Na-yeon, who was eagerly digging into the fancy Korean meal beside him.
"Pardon...? Card debt... around 15 million won, I think?"
"See? Pretty face and she spends like crazy. Even paying her nearly 10 million a month, she can't keep up."
"Heh heh... Young lady's wild... How about this president gives you some pocket money?"
Kim Myung-woon grinned slyly, groping her thigh.
"Really? Aw, I'd be so grateful~~"
Now a seasoned entertainer, Seo Na-yeon showed no disgust, leaning into his arm and rubbing against him naturally.
Kim Myung-woon's face flushed red instantly.
Already leaning his way, her soft body grinding against him tipped his thoughts firmly toward investing.
As the mood ripened...
Kwak Young-cheol grinned and said,
"Alright... So we can count that as a yes?"
"Yeah. Heh heh. Guess I'll make a big play in my old age."
"Perfect... Then I'll step out and wait."
"...Huh? What do you—"
"Heh heh. I've seen you heating up since earlier, heh heh... Na-yeon'll take care of you, so just relax and enjoy."
"Pardon...?"
"Oh, and the staff won't bother you for a good hour, heh heh heh. Take your time."
With that, Kwak Young-cheol left the room, leaving flustered-yet-excited Kim Myung-woon blushing furiously alone with Seo Na-yeon.
"Oh my. President... Doing it in a restaurant? First time?"
"Wha— I mean—"
"You're so cute! Hee hee!"
Regardless of his fluster, her hand headed straight for his tented crotch.
Her wet lips nibbled his ear, her sticky voice shaking him to the core.
"You knew exactly what was coming, right? You heard the rumors..."
"S-Still, in a restaurant..."
"Pfft. Way more exciting, isn't it?"
Ziiiip.
The zipper barely opened before the middle-aged cock sprang out. Seo Na-yeon hiked up her short skirt and straddled his lap.
"I'll serve you with everything I've got, President..."
"Hngh... Hah!"
For man Kim Myung-woon, this was the most aroused he'd been in nearly ten years—no, in his entire life.