69. The Charismatic Youngest Daughter of a Chaebol Family
In our country, chaebols carry such massive symbolic weight that even I had caught glimpses of Director Lee Soo-kyung on the news or other media. But facing her in the same space like this felt entirely different. At 41 years old, her youthful appearance was unbelievable, paired with a toned body that screamed dedicated effort. Above all, there was a refined elegance in her every word and gesture that no screen could capture.
"You're Kim Hyungsik?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Have a seat for now... I heard you assaulted my nephews last night. Is that true?"
Director Lee Soo-kyung asked about the incident straight away, her expression unchanging as I entered the room. My heart raced from meeting a chaebol for the first time and her subtle charisma, but I couldn't afford to stammer. Calming myself, I responded confidently.
"Yes, that's correct. But there was a good reason."
"What reason?"
"Your nephews tried to rape my girlfriend, so I had no choice but to use force to stop them."
I laid it out logically, like a lawyer in court, and she eyed me with clear interest. As her attention deepened, she shifted in her seat, crossing her legs the other way. The slit in her dress parted, revealing her firm thigh. My gaze naturally drifted to the smooth white skin peeking through—despite conversing with the aunt of the guys I'd beaten. A chaebol woman, no less. I was starting to feel like my lust was consuming me.
"Is that so? That's different from what my nephews said... We should hear from everyone involved together, then."
With that, she nodded toward Chief Yoon, who was standing off to the side. He promptly entered a side room and returned dragging the two punks who'd passed out after I beat them last night.
"You fucking—"
Spotting me on the sofa, one started yelling but clamped his mouth shut under her sharp glare. That was the one I'd punched in the side. Behind him stood the other, who'd taken my kick to the jaw, his face wrapped in bandages. They glared daggers at me as Director Lee Soo-kyung seated them across from me and began piecing together the events, glancing between us.
"Now that everyone's here, let's go over it from the start. I've heard my nephews' side, so Hyungsik, you first."
Unlike my worries on the drive over, her calm tone suggested she wanted a fair hearing. Feeling a bit relieved, I started from the exhibition where I'd first encountered them.
I explained how they'd ogled the photos of me and Yunah noona, spouting vulgar crap that made other guests uncomfortable, and their arrogant attitudes all night. As I spoke, her brow furrowed more and more. Naturally, the punks—who couldn't stay quiet—interrupted, with the side-punch guy pointing at me and denying everything.
"Hey! When did I ever say that? This bastard's lying through his teeth! Aunt, everything he's saying is bullshit, don't listen!"
"Quiet."
She silenced his yapping with a single word, no raised voice needed. An indescribable pressure and charisma emanated from her. Leaders who command people really are on another level, I thought. Unlike her commanding presence, which impressed me, the punks—who shriveled at one word from their aunt—looked less like chaebol heirs and more like street thugs.
"Ahem... So, when Yunah noona and I went to the after-party, we deliberately avoided those two and enjoyed ourselves without issue."
Thanks to her shutting down the interruption, I resumed my account. I continued from when noona stepped away to say goodbye to Photographer Joo-hyuk, explaining how I'd seen her being dragged off by those two—only to get cut off again.
"Dragged? No way! Aunt, it's not like that. That bitch came up to us first and said she wanted to go somewhere quiet. This guy's in on it with that gold-digging snake!"
He shot up from the sofa, feigning outrage in a dramatic performance, painting me and Yunah noona as a scam duo. His acting was so convincing that if I hadn't known the full story, I might've bought it...
"I said quiet!... Chief Yoon, is that ready?"
"Yes, Director. I just got the file and transferred it."
"Then let's look at that first."
Her tone firmer now, she shut down the tantrum and directed Chief Yoon. He tapped his phone a few times, and soon an employee brought a tablet. Yoon connected it deftly to the large TV facing the sofa and played a video.
Suddenly, the screen showed clear CCTV footage from last night's party venue. Moments later, Yunah noona appeared in one corner, struggling as the two thugs forcibly dragged her away. The video captured her desperate attempts to break free crystal clear.
Irrefutable evidence. I cheered inwardly while the punks across from me turned ashen.
"That settles who's telling the truth. Chief Yoon, get these disgusting creeps out of my sight."
"Yes, Director. Let's go."
"A-Aunt, please, just this once! If Grandpa finds out..."
With everything crystal clear from the CCTV, she ordered them removed. As the burly Chief Yoon hauled them out, the one who could still talk kept whining pathetically. Once the suite door shut, leaving just me and Director Lee Soo-kyung, she suddenly bowed her head in apology—and dropped to her knees on the floor.
Her tone shifted completely.
"Hyungsik, I'm truly sorry. Let me apologize on behalf of my worthless nephews..."
"Director! Please don't—stand up!"
Before her flawless knee hit the carpet, I rushed over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up. Our closeness let my Female Arousal Pheromone waft over her. Her breathing quickened, cheeks flushing slightly. She gently removed my hand—not unpleasantly—and returned to the sofa, bowing again.
"I've known my nephews were harassing artists but did nothing, leading to this mess. I apologize again."
"The fault lies with those two who just left. You don't need to go this far, Director. Please, lift your head."
Only then did she slowly raise her head, gazing at me with calm eyes. I was stunned—a chaebol of her stature, bowing and apologizing sincerely. I'd expected a perfunctory sorry, some compensation offer, and sweeping it under the rug.
"I'll punish them harshly this time. If the victim wants legal action, we'll fully comply."
"But that could hurt the group's image..."
"No need to worry. Our chairman is strict on this—he prefers proper legal handling over cover-ups. And the media? We manage that... you know how it is."
Her relaxed smile drove home that I was dealing with real chaebol power.
"I'll discuss it with my girlfriend and get back to you."
"Of course. I have another appointment today... Next time, bring her along for dinner so we can talk details."
She handed me her business card and offered a handshake—sealing the agreement, no loose ends.
"See you next time."
"Yes, I'd like to apologize to her in person soon... Take care."
I shook her outstretched hand lightly. As Chief Yoon reentered to guide me out, I activated Lewd Gaze during the shake. Her status window popped up on my lens.