Subjugation
“Did I hear Seongbuk faction got hit, so you came here yourself?”
A man stepped forward and spoke.
“My name is Han Jae-min. I’m the president’s secretary. Ah! Cha Hyun-su, you’re here too.”
He was a clean-cut man who didn’t look like a thug at all.
“How did you know who I am and track me down?”
“How? Of course we had to figure you out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Every time we set up a pump-and-dump stock operation, you swallow it whole. Didn’t that raise any red flags?”
Now it all made sense why they’d ambushed me. They’d tracked me down because I’d been siphoning their profits through stocks.
“Ah... ah... so it was you guys? The pump-and-dump crew?”
“You guys? Haha. Man, this maggot’s got some nerve.”
One little jab, and he was already spewing insults. That told me everything I needed to know about his level.
“Pfft, hahaha! Stocks? I earned those fair and square. Blaming maggots for it? I still leave scraps for you guys anyway, don’t I?”
In truth, they didn’t come after you if you invested over 10 billion won, but from their perspective—without knowing that—it must’ve looked like I was sucking them dry right up to the limit and bailing.
“Hahaha. Quite the guts on you, huh, Cha Hyun-su?”
Someone emerged from the back of the office and spoke.
“Hello. I’m Lee Yoo-ri. Also the president of E&F Investment.”
Lee Yoo-ri was stunningly attractive. Her haughty features paired perfectly with her bob haircut, and the tight skirt she wore accentuated her killer figure.
“Why’d you try to kidnap me?”
“Kidnap? I just told them to bring you here.”
“Then you should’ve contacted me directly.”
A vein pulsed on Lee Yoo-ri’s forehead at my words. Both her secretary and the boss seemed a bit too high-strung.
“Anyway, you’re here now, so I’ve achieved my goal.”
“But here’s the thing—I’ve got people on my side who got hurt, so I want compensation for damages.”
Lee Yoo-ri flinched again.
“C-compensation?”
“Your guys roughed me up a bit.”
“We can talk about that later...”
“Later? An apology comes first.”
I cut her off mid-sentence.
“Interrupting while someone’s talking—where’d you learn manners like—”
“How are you gonna compensate me?”
“If you cut me off one more time—”
“Com-pen-sation.”
“Han Jae-min!!”
Unable to hold back, Lee Yoo-ri yelled.
At her call, Han Jae-min stepped forward.
“Cocky little shit. Gotta break that habit first before we talk.”
Han Jae-min loosened his tie, wrapped it around his right hand, and approached me. Ji Woo-hyuk—Shim Soo-ryun’s secretary—blocked his path.
Han Jae-min’s fist shot out like a bullet. He looked like a boxer at heart. Ji Woo-hyuk raised his guard to protect his face and weathered the blow. Seeing the solid defense, Han Jae-min ducked lower and hammered left and right into his midsection. It packed a punch—Ji Woo-hyuk hunched over. But even bent, he kept his guard up tight and charged at Han Jae-min.
Han Jae-min retreated, swinging punches that landed without much effect. Finally, Ji Woo-hyuk grabbed his collar, took him down with an ankle pick, seized his arm, transitioned to side control, and wrenched it upward. As Han Jae-min twisted to get up, Ji Woo-hyuk swiftly spun toward his head, locking in a neck crank. From there, it flowed into a guillotine on the ground. But that wasn’t enough to squeeze the carotid, so Ji Woo-hyuk used Han Jae-min’s arm to trap both arm and neck together.
“Whoa, that uncle’s legit in jiu-jitsu.”
An exclamation slipped from Hyun-sook’s lips. It looked clean to me too, and apparently to her as well.
With Ji Woo-hyuk gaining the edge, Lee Yoo-ri bit her lip and shouted at the men around her.
“What are you gawking at? Take them down!”
As the twenty men surged toward us at her command—
“Hands up! Hands up and face the wall!”
Police burst into the office, firing a blank round. Everyone froze in the sudden chaos.
“What’s going on here? This is my office—these people broke in. We were just defending ourselves.”
Lee Yoo-ri’s explanation sounded plausible. Too bad she’d picked the wrong opponents.
“Prosecutor Kang Min-ho from the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office, Second Division. Lee Yoo-ri, you’re under arrest for instigating kidnapping, assault, unlawful confinement, and violation of the Securities Trading Act. You have the right to an attorney and to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
“P-prosecutor??”
She’d fallen right into the trap I’d set. She might’ve talked her way out of the kidnapping charges, but securities violations? That meant they knew everything.
“Lee Yoo-ri? Mind if we talk for a sec? Prosecutor, excuse us.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Kang Min-ho obliged my absurd request without hesitation. That’s the power of influence.
Lee Yoo-ri, unaware I commanded that kind of pull, looked utterly flustered. The twenty men and Han Jae-min were already cuffed. Only Soo-ryun, Hyun-sook, and I entered the president’s office to confront her.
I sat in the president’s chair, propped my feet on the desk. She saw it but said nothing. She couldn’t even guess how this had flipped.
“Hey, I said I want compensation earlier, right?”
“Y-yes... yes...”
She clasped her hands politely, answering meekly. The haughty demeanor from moments ago had vanished.
“How’re you gonna compensate me?”
“H-how...?”
“100 billion.”
“Pardon?”
Her face went blank.
“100 billion. Cash. You can do it.”
“Demanding 100 billion out of nowhere...”
“I’ll pull the investigation. Give me 100 billion.”
Even my brazen demand left her speechless, her mind no doubt calculating options.
“You’re looking at twenty years for stock manipulation anyway. Isn’t working under me for 100 billion the better deal?”
“Under you..?”
“‘You’? Still haven’t learned? Hyun-sook, knock some sense into her.”
At my word, Hyun-sook circled behind Lee Yoo-ri, kicked her calves out, grabbed her head by the hair, and slammed her forehead into the floor.
“When talking to Master, keep your forehead to the ground.”
Blood trickled from her forehead, but Hyun-sook pinned her head and wrenched her arms, immobilizing her.
“Answer.”
Lee Yoo-ri had no choice but to submit.
“Got it. I’ll prepare 100 billion. Then you’ll let it all go?”
“Ugh, why’s your answer always so long-winded? Strip her.”
Hyun-sook ripped open Lee Yoo-ri’s shirt while keeping her arms twisted.
“Aaaah! Stop!”
“Stay still, bitch.”
Lee Yoo-ri struggled, but couldn’t escape Hyun-sook’s grip. Soon, she knelt naked before me, forehead pressed to the floor. Her smooth body sent a tingle through my cock. From behind, her breasts looked bigger than expected.
“Answer.”
“Understood. I’ll prepare 100 billion. I’ll work under Cha Hyun-su.”
“Hyun-sook. Teach her what she did wrong—again.”
She still hadn’t fully gotten it. Time for more education. Hyun-sook bound her hands behind her back, then spread and tied her legs wide. Her pussy was fully exposed now.
“Aaaah!! Why are you doing this? I said I’d work under you!”
“Slave bitch still full of fight? Call him Master.”
“W-what!?”
“Sigh... still clueless. Master, shall we educate her?”
At Hyun-sook’s suggestion, I moved behind the wriggling, bound Lee Yoo-ri. She knelt forward, legs splayed, ass up. I wet my finger with spit and slid it inside her pussy.
“Aaaah! That’s a crime!!”
“Who’s outside right now? Prosecutor and cops. You know they couldn’t touch me even if I opened the door?”
In truth, not quite. Kang Min-ho had only been told to accommodate me by his boss, Lee Geun-ho—not cover felonies. Too risky. But from Lee Yoo-ri’s view, I seemed untouchable.
“Ugh... nngh...”
I kept probing her depths, drawing moans as she grew wet. I added a second finger, hunting her G-spot. Every woman’s was different. Suddenly, she bucked wildly. I’d found it. Leisurely, I prepared to cook her up—gentle strokes turning fierce.
“Ahh! Wh-what... is... th-this... haaah... ahhh!!”
Bound tight, she couldn’t move, forced to take my fingers.
“H-haa... n-no... I’m... cu-cummiiing!!”
She squirted hard in my hand, climaxing.
“Answer.”
I pressed again.
“H-haa... but... slave is a bit...”
“Still not getting it?”
I dropped my pants, cock out, and pressed it against her pussy from behind.
“N-no!! Please... not that!”
Ignoring her plea, I thrust deep inside.
“Hnnngh!”
Hope this office was soundproof. I gripped her ass and pounded away.
“Ahh! F-forced... so sensitive... haaa...”
She panted nonstop under my thrusts.
“Enjoying it, slut? No answer?”
Hyun-sook questioned the gasping Lee Yoo-ri from the front.
“Ahh... f-feels... good... Master... hnnng... I’ll be your slave. Fuck me harder.”
“Ahaha! See? Everyone says the same once Master’s inside.”
“Good. To celebrate becoming my slave, I’ll fill you up.”
“Y-yes... yes... fill me full... hnnng!”
With that, my cock erupted, flooding her.
“Aaaah!! I’m cummiiing toooo!!”
As I came, her body shuddered in another orgasm.
I pulled out and stood. Hyun-sook came over for cleanup—with her mouth, of course. Once sorted, I fixed my pants and headed out.
Soo-ryun, who’d watched it all, spoke up.
“You’re getting skilled.”
“Right? Learned from you. And thanks for the help today.”
“Your skills suggest you could’ve handled it without me.”
“Still, having you made it easier. Let’s grab a meal sometime.”
“Sure.”
Soo-ryun’s response was curt. The “Iron Woman” moniker fit her perfectly.
As I left the office, I faintly heard Hyun-sook’s voice.
“Sis... you got wet too, huh?”
She’d whispered it to Soo-ryun. I was already out the door and missed the reply.
While I’d chatted with the prosecutor, Soo-ryun and Hyun-sook had finished training Lee Yoo-ri inside.
“Prosecutor, thanks for the assist. Tell the chief prosecutor I’ll double the yearly returns for him.”
“Hey, just following the boss’s orders. Glad it worked out.”
“Wanna join our club too?”
“Whoa! Me too?”
“I’m the club head. After this help? Of course.”
Kang Min-ho was stunned. Getting in with a club of intellectuals and power players was a golden opportunity. We weren’t that elite yet, but we had some notable names.
“I’ll contact you separately. We’ll take these guys in for questioning.”
Quick on the uptake, he skipped Lee Yoo-ri inside and hauled off Han Jae-min and the men. With everything wrapped neatly, I reentered the office.