Jeong Hyeonjae (2)
Jeong Hyeonjae had lost everything he'd devoted his life to building. To him, "family" was everything, and among them, his wife Lee Sin-a was the reason he lived and his ultimate goal. No matter how much he loved his children, nothing could replace his beloved wife.
"Ugh... ughhh...."
That was why Jeong Hyeonjae had no option to live just for his kids. Without Lee Sin-a, he was fragile enough to end it all at any moment, having lost his drive to live.
"Why'd you watch that video again? I told you not to."
I looked down at Jeong Hyeonjae trembling pathetically and spoke. For some reason, seeing him like this reminded me of my old self—begging like a worm after losing Lee Hayoung—and rage boiled up inside me.
"Hah... hahhh..."
Jeong Hyeonjae had even lost his father's authority. Just moments ago, he'd watched Lee Sin-a's divorce declaration video and gotten rock hard right in front of his son. The precum soaking the front of his pants made it clear—I'd inherited his tendencies. Getting excited by the fall of someone you love.
"I'm working on a way, so just wait. I'll bring back Lee Sin-a... no, Mom."
At my words about retrieving Lee Sin-a, Jeong Hyeonjae looked up at me. He grabbed my hand desperately and started sobbing out his plea.
"P-please, son. You're the only one I can trust now. Only you...."
The reason Jeong Hyeonjae was clinging to me like this? All his attempts had failed. He'd gone to the police to get her back, consulted lawyers, even hired private investigators. But Lee Sin-a betraying him for another man wasn't something the law could force. And the investigators? They couldn't find her. Or if they knew she was under her Master, they'd keep quiet to save their own skins.
"If you want me to find Mom fast, stop watching that video. It changes nothing. It just makes you miserable."
"....."
Jeong Hyeonjae knew I wielded immense wealth now. He sensed I'd changed completely from before. Gripping my hand tight, he sobbed out his words.
"Seongmin... what happened all this time? Why've you changed? Why won't Seong-a answer my calls?"
...Explaining why I'd changed wouldn't help. He'd just worry needlessly.
"...Focus on pulling yourself together for now. Or leave this house if you want. It'll just be full of painful memories. I can get you a new place."
Jeong Hyeonjae asked for time to think. I gave him three days, confiscated the phone with the divorce video, and handed him a new one.
"I'll head out. Call if you need anything."
I opened the door and left. Lee Sin-a and Jeong Seong-a were sinking deeper into their Master even now—no time to waste here. I needed to secure a woman worthy of his desires to trade with, or create leverage.
Or turn something precious to Master into mine.
To make him abandon Lee Sin-a and Jeong Seong-a, two paths: offer a woman he'd truly crave, from my possession. Or remake one of his limbs into mine and force a deal.
His key limbs now: Park Jong-pil running the drug factory, and Baek Ha-yoon dominating the entire entertainment industry.
But what if I claimed Baek Ha-yoon? Gripping political and celebrity connections, ruling broadcasting—if I made her mine, it'd be like severing his arm. A fatal blow. And Park Jong-pil, her ex still obsessed with her, might flip too.
Claim Baek Ha-yoon, and I could flip the board like turning a hand.
Problem is, the risk's too high.
Baek Ha-yoon's a core limb. If Master caught wind of my scheme, I'd be done. My business was booming, rivaling Park Jong-pil's factory—already under watch. Rash moves toward her could spell disaster.
Need a pretext to meet her.
Pretext is key. Something letting me see her often without suspicion.
What if her broadcasting world synergized with my platform business? I offer her gains, she offers me gains. Secure a win-win route, and natural meetings follow—no suspicion.
Need to think it over.
Should discuss with Chief Secretary Lee Heeyeon. She'd scour day and night for answers on any task I threw her.
"Master♥ You're here♥"
As I organized my thoughts and approached the waiting car outside, Lee Heeyeon was right there by it. She beamed, holding the back door open for me.
"Chief Secretary. Got something to discuss. Talk on the way."
At my words, Lee Heeyeon flushed, grinning with uncontainable joy. She must love that I relied on her.
"A-anything, sir♥"
Lee Heeyeon and I rode in the luxury sedan's back seat, talking at length. In the end, we devised a new business item for naturally meeting Baek Ha-yoon.
I smirked and gave the order.
"Sounds fun. Push it forward."
"Yes, Master♥"
Thirty minutes after Jeong Seongmin and Lee Heeyeon left. A luxury limo pulled up to Jeong Hyeonjae's house.
Inside rode Mr. Choi and his faithful slave, Jeong Seong-a.
-Slurp! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!
Rising star. Top of the trends. Pure innocent beauty. The idol "Aria," subject of all those praises, was devotedly servicing Mr. Choi's cock.
Lips pursed tight, philtrum stretched long, eyes rolled up vulgarly.
"Kukuku. Your skills have improved a ton. Sometimes I miss that old rebellious glare, though."
Now his loyal dog, Jeong Seong-a once despised Mr. Choi utterly. She'd resisted his touches, breaths, every position fiercely—fiercely chasing her dream to be an idol loving fans and delighting the public.
But her idol Baek Ha-yoon's fall, Mr. Choi's serpent words, and endless injected pleasure dragged her down to sponsor slut.
Lately, she traded sex with rich broadcasters or influential PDs for gains. Ditching her pure image for sexy, she'd augmented her C-cups to full D.
"Master...♥ Give me your holy seed now♥"
As Mr. Choi's cock hardened to max, Jeong Seong-a turned, thrust out her ass. Hands spreading cheeks wide, exposing her sparse-haired anus and pussy.
"Kukuku... Vulgar bitch, I love it."
Innocent idol "Aria." Yet her asshole and pussy grew filthy, unmanaged hair. Couldn't show armpit hair publicly, so she let those spots go wild.
-Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Mr. Choi gripped the fallen sponsor idol's ass and rammed his cock in. "Aria" twisted into a grotesque expression no idol should wear, unleashing beastly moans.
If someone posted a pic of her eyes rolled back, snot and drool streaming, tongue lolling long—she'd be buried in the industry.
"Kuku, that should satisfy you."
About thirty minutes of pistoning later, Mr. Choi eyed her anus and pussy glistening with juices and cum, muttering.
But her pussy clenched greedily, refusing to let go.
"Grraaah... Fucking bitch."
Mr. Choi backhanded her greedy pussy. A sharp smack echoed, red handprint blooming on her ass.
"Ahngooh!♥"
Jeong Seong-a drooled, her anus winking. Sparse hairs sucked inward, forming a ridiculous shape.
"Now, time to carry out orders. You haven't forgotten, right?"
Mr. Choi pulled out and said. Jeong Seong-a caught the dripping cum in her hands, licked it clean, then spoke.
"Of course...♥ Master♥ Th-that worthless trash d-dad, Jeong Hyeonjae!"
-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Spluuuush....
Insulting her once-respected father while squirting. Her mental corruption ran deep, thanks to Mr. Choi's special training—now orgasming from degrading loved ones.
"I-I'll... t-tame Jeong Hyeonjae... myself...♥"
Jeong Seong-a grinned creepily, eyes rolling back. Too base for Korea's pure idol rep—a beast's face.
"Excellent. Worth the training."
"I'm Master's idol only♥"
"Kuku. You really do look alike. This'll be fun."
Mr. Choi alternated glances between a photo of 20s Lee Sin-a and Jeong Seong-a, smirking. Mother and daughter near twins. With makeup and hairstyle mimicking young Sin-a, it was doppelganger level.
"Th-then I'll carry out your orders♥ I'll shatter Jeong Hyeonjae's mind completely...♥"
Mr. Choi nodded, stomping her ahegao face. Jeong Seong-a finished her bow, donned young Lee Sin-a's clothes, and exited the limo.
She punched the door lock code, entered, and eyed Jeong Hyeonjae slumped on the living room sofa. With a moan-laced word:
"Honey~♥"