One Thief Tops the List: Grace's Cruise Fantasy
Secretary Grace. "One thief, two maidservants, three virgins, four widows, five courtesans, six concubines, seven wives." An anonymous Chinese proverb listing the sex partners that deliver the greatest pleasure, in descending order. In other words, stealing another man's wife is the ultimate thrill, followed by a maidservant, then a virgin, widow, courtesan, concubine, and finally one's own wife. Seems even the ancients knew another man's woman tastes the best.
[A paired female... If I pick right, she'll be a real delicacy. Hold on a sec.]
With instant travel possible, he'd gone to check her out himself. To sever Park Hyungpil's hands and feet, he had to make Grace his own. Hope As likes her.
She's a fine bitch. On par with last time—expect some good Climax Stones. But this conquest won't be easy. Check her sex thoughts first. Sending money now.
Five hundred million won. Five times what Soyoung got. As the keeper of Park Hyungpil's warehouse, luxury brands or hotel suites wouldn't cut it for her. That must be why As said it wouldn't be easy.
The next day, he arrived early and waited by the planning department parking lot for Grace's car. After a while, a red sports car pulled in, and she stepped out.
"Good morning."
"Ah, President."
She frowned slightly before flashing a polite, customer-service smile. He nodded back casually, but in that instant, a black aura began to spread around her.
[That's disgust, right? What the hell does she think of Hong the President?]
He felt hostility and was taken aback, but since it was a problem semen could solve, he brushed it off and quickly checked her sex thoughts.
―Sigh, everything about him is perfect... if only he wouldn't spank my ass so much.
―I want sex in a wide-open space, not this cramped office.
―Gazing at the horizon from the deck while he pounds me... that'd feel amazing.
―On an empty beach with a cool breeze, I'd love to suck his cock.
[Deck? Beach?]
Sounded like an outdoor sex fetish, but the specifics were a tease. After getting fucked in tight office clothes in that stuffy room, getting her ass smacked all the time, she must have built up a lot of frustration. To satisfy her sex thoughts, he'd have to lean into that.
Still, she called Park Hyungpil "him," so she wasn't entirely uninterested. That's what made stealing her fun.
On Friday night, he went to the club Shin Jeongyi had mentioned, booked a room, and waited for Grace. He'd already given Jeongyi a fat wad of cash and asked her to make herself scarce at the right moment.
"Huh? Running into someone I know here?"
"P-President."
The black aura thickened even more. What the hell had he done to deserve this?
"I booked a room. How about a drink? This isn't the office, so relax."
"Sorry, but I have companions. And spending time with my boss outside work makes me uncomfortable."
Playing hard to get, huh?
"Too bad. I was gonna chat about Manager Song over drinks in the room."
"Pardon?"
Her eyes widened at the mention of him. The plan had been to find the body and wrap up the embezzlement mess quietly, but with no trace of him, she must be stuck. Dropping a hint that he knew something would reel her in.
"Fine, I'll just listen then."
Good, hear him out and make a smart call.
She entered the room and took the drink he offered—but only the glass, nothing more. Her guard was ironclad.
"So, what do you know about Manager Song?"
"What's the rush? I haven't even had a sip yet."
No chugging from her, so he toasted the air and downed his shot. She noticed the deliberate stall and waited patiently.
"You might not know, but Manager Song and I were pretty close."
She tried to play it cool, but her face changed. No way their radar caught this connection, so of course she'd be surprised.
"First... I'm hearing this."
"We got friendly by chance. Both into movies, so we clicked. I go to premieres a lot, right? We'd watch films together."
"……"
"One night, over drinks, he got wasted and spilled his troubles. But man... as the president, it was awkward shit to hear."
Smart girl—she'd catch on now.
"And a lot of it was about the division head..."
"……"
"About taking kickbacks from Division Head Heo..."
"……"
"And your relationship with the division head..."
"You came to see me on purpose tonight."
He pulled a USB from his pocket and dangled it in front of Grace. Empty, of course.
"He trusted me enough to give me this. Then he vanished, and boom—embezzlement scandal. I was out for a month on 'adult business' myself."
"What are you getting at?"
"The contents? Wild. Turns out our division head's greedier than I thought."
"The embezzlement evidence is already with the prosecutors. Whatever you've got... it won't stick."
Like a cornered cat, baring claws. Defiant expression, but her hands trembled faintly.
"Who said anything about prosecutors?"
"Huh?"
"Before vanishing, he kindly explained how to use it. Seemed like the division head had eyes on Hyeongsung Group. Wonder what happens if this lands in big brother's hands."
Your precious division head plummets, and the warehouse key vanishes like a mirage.
"Why tell me this instead of the division head?"
"Figured I could compromise through you. Brotherly fights aren't my business, but a slush fund scandal hits the company hard too, right? Even a figurehead president's gotta care about that."
"So..."
He flashed a sleazy grin, leering over her body lasciviously.
"And... you're my type too."
She'd get the hint now.
"What do you want from me?"
There we go.
"Come on a trip with me."
"A trip?"
Yeah. Paradise to fulfill your sex fantasies.
He left the club and put Grace in the passenger seat.
"P-President. If it's a trip, I need to prepare... maybe leave tomorrow?"
"I've handled everything. Just bring your body."
No gaps for her to slip away. He wasn't that naive.
"Hand over your phone. Don't want interruptions in our intimate time."
He'd stuck a GPS detector on the passenger side. With all the spy cam paranoia these days, decent ones went for about 500,000 won online. No reaction, so no tracker worries. Disable the phone, and he could play with Grace worry-free all weekend.
She reluctantly handed over the phone. He stashed it in his inventory—only he and As could access that. For two days, Grace would vanish off the grid. Too bad he couldn't see Hyungpil freak out.
I'll enjoy your weekend treat for you.
"Where... is this?"
"Incheon Port cruise terminal."
"But why here?"
"To board that."
He pointed to a 1,300-ton cruise ship docked at the pier. A four-deck mid-size vessel for 800 passengers, chartered entirely for just the two of them over two days.
"You rented the whole thing?"
Caught off guard by the scale, she covered her mouth and stepped back.
He'd booked it for ship parties or corporate events. Two hours cost 15 million won; 24 hours ran 360 million. Stripping catering, shows, and minimizing crew brought it down to 320 million.
"Seasick?"
"N-no. I love boats. Did yacht trips often in the States."
Decks one and two were banquet halls, three a lounge, four an open outdoor deck. Block access below, and they could fuck hot and heavy overlooking the sea from the top. Her sex fantasy called for it, so today and tomorrow, he'd ravage her body at sea to his heart's content.
Crisp-uniformed crew bowed from both sides. Felt like an oil-rich prince with nothing but cash.
"...It's really just us on this ship! Oh my god..."
Grace, skeptical until boarding, circled the deck spouting exclamations. Even he thought it insane; she must be floored.
You've got a real talent for splashing cash. Gotta up the ante next time. Too easy, and it's no fun.
"President, why go this far for me? I'm not exactly fond of you."
She said it, but the black aura had faded, patches of blue starting to show.
"Told you. I'm very interested in you."