13. Gotta Do What Needs Doing
"Fuck… she's giving me a goddamn headache."
After getting royally screwed over by the sisters' alliance recommending his ousting, he had to prepare for independence right away. Even if it was the smallest affiliate in the group, the big-corp name carried weight, so prying his ass off that seat meant jumping through procedural hoops and burning time—which required hustling hard. On top of that, the pointless backlash from the company execs was piling up headaches left and right.
Even explaining the external pressure they were under didn't help; the pride in the lofty value of the "Hwaryeong" name had them dead set against it. They were ready to band together for a full-on protest if push came to shove—but "Then fuck off and all quit en masse." Once he told them that if they were gonna bail over a sign change, they could get lost, they folded like cheap suits. No surprise there. No matter how much they bitched, they'd miss those fat paychecks and cushy perks. Above all, there was no legitimacy to their protest over something as trivial as a sign. In the end, the top dog made the call, and they bore the responsibility.
'Sigh… honestly, this shit's a pain in my ass too.'
Stripped down to it, this was a tedious chore for him too, like picking fishbones out of cheap sashimi. Jumping into rash management and political games was less profitable than just raking in future cash. He already had all the ways to snowball money in his head.
A few clicks on "stocks" and "crypto" would balloon absurd wealth enough to swallow American megacorps whole, let alone top Korea's business world. Child's play. But that would dilute the point. Simply buying out the group that kicked him to the curb with cold hard cash? Pointless. He had to utterly demolish his cute sisters' company for it to count. Shatter the concrete walls they'd built over years, strip them bare, and chase them out like dogs—that's how they'd finally submit. Only by seizing every scrap of their inheritance could he collar those adorable sisters of his.
"On second thought, it feels like the right call."
In the president's office, U Mi-ae brewed coffee from the espresso machine. It was her official first day after being appointed secretary. He sipped the coffee she handed him, then looked up at her standing beside him.
"What is?"
"Your judgment at the time, sir. Thinking it over now that I'm here, it was incredibly wise. In that situation, forcing to hold on would've just solidified the young ladies' alliance's justification."
"…And I'm the hated bastard who gets shit flung at him daily anyway."
"Exactly. People feel no guilt throwing stones at a shattered window, and making one clear enemy is the most efficient way to rally them—like dotting a blank canvas. Branding value protection takes a backseat to not giving rivals reason to unite."
He nodded deeply, chewing it over and agreeing it was right. "But what now? There'll be losses for sure. You gonna keep the 'Hwaryeong Card' name?"
"Still mulling it. Hanging the old sign after getting booted looks desperate and clingy."
"It's only insiders who know anyway, so I think keeping it is fine… but you'll decide wiser, young master."
"Yeah, I'll figure it out."
He sighed heavily under the desk. He loosened the choking necktie with a shake, then asked, "How's that side order I gave?"
"The one you ordered…? Oh, reaching out to that mid-tier construction firm?"
The agenda he'd passed to U Mi-ae. It was groundwork to topple Cha Hwa-ryeon's construction company. With them coming at him this aggressively, he now had perfect excuse to crush his second sister faster. No room for her waffling to other sides, so he couldn't miss this shot at her shaky finances.
"We're in contact, but…"
She trailed off, like something nagged at her. "Are you really diving into construction just to take down the second young lady?"
"Problem?"
"No, capital's plenty."
Her face stiffened despite her words. "But do we really need to muddy our feet in construction, where we have zero experience…? The industry's outlook isn't great—it might just be a money pit."
Sharp as a fox, her mind spun quick. Valid point, but he'd brush it off for now. "I've got my reasons, so push it fast. Just line up a spot with competent folks; I'll handle the rest."
"Understood."
U Mi-ae didn't push back twice. Her trust in him was high enough now; she wouldn't clash hard. She was the closest aide who'd witnessed Cha Do-yeon's change up close.
"Got it. I'll step out now."
"? Already?"
"? As per your orders—ah!"
Slap!
No need for mood-setting; a hand signal sufficed. He stimulated her thick ass, then grabbed and squeezed.
"……♥"
He kneaded that plump fruit freely, shaking it lewdly. Her face flushed hot as he groped her openly.
"We missed out last night 'cause of that mess, right?"
"…Had to rush to the office to clean it up."
"Exactly. I wanted a good night with you, Mi-ae, but it fizzled—left me disappointed."
He grinned. "This'll have to do for now, yeah?"
"…Yes♥"
No resistance; like a well-trained bitch, she followed when he tugged the leash. He unbuckled with a clink-clink, dropped his pants—throb!
"Ah♥"
True to a bitch in heat, instant reaction. On seeing the cock of the stud she'd serve forever, she dropped to her knees. Demurely lowering until her skirt stretched tight, she approached without hesitation, breathed hot on it, then smack♥—a kiss of submission on the glans. Next, she buried her pretty face and licked his shaft shamelessly. He stroked her obediently changed bitch-head, and she lapped harder.
'Hah… this is why you keep a secretary.'
A brief, very brief moment of leisure. Work was work, but gotta do what gotta be done.
"Slurp, glurk—haa, smack—mwah…♥"
Schlup-schlup-schlup-schlup♥ After the submissive kiss, the delightful follow-up blowjob. Lounging in his chair, enjoying the bitch's service, he tossed in chit-chat.
"By the way, get the gift okay?"
She pulled off his slick-with-saliva cock, lifting her chin to gaze up with lust-glazed eyes, inhaling his potent male scent. "Yes♥ Thank you for the foreign luxury car. …And the designer gifts on top—grateful again."
He'd highly rewarded her sabotage inside Cha Hwa-ryeon's camp. Gotta toss bones to a good hunting dog.
"You gonna thank me with just words?"
"……♥"
Mi-ae stopped the suckjob and stood. Sliide…♥ She slipped a hand under her skirt, twisted her panties side to side, then dragged them down. Dropping the sopping crotch-marked undies to the floor, she expertly climbed onto his chair, hiked her skirt. Lick♥ She flashed her slit over his throbbing cock, licked her lips performatively, then—
"Ngh!"—impaled herself♥ Her lower mouth clenched right away, adding to the service. Treating him to a delicious cunt now adapted to his size.
"Ahn, aaaah…♥"
Bounce-bounce-bounce! She even shook her own hips. Legs splayed cheap, she threshed the baby batter inside like she'd craved a deep night too. Praising her initiative, he pulled her head into an embrace—she clung tight.
"Was thinking of buying you a house, actually."
"Th-that far—ngh! Haaaahn…♥ No need for such excessive gifts…♥"
"Bullshit. Your pussy got wetter just hearing house."
"Haaaaahn♥"
Bounce-bounce-bounce♥ Her vulgar, materialistic nature—dreaming of status and riches—made her cunt drip more at the gift barrage. He bucked up in response, and she clung fiercer. Supporting the koala-like Mi-ae,
"Anyway, I'll scout a Seoul apartment. Just agree to one condition."
"……."
She kept riding silently, listening. He whispered in her ear slow; her delicate shoulders quivered.
'Have my baby.'
She flinched. Flinched, then slowly pulled back to face him. He grinned wolfishly, hugging her back and ass tight to show he meant it. No letting go easy.
"For real…?"
"Yeah. Date whoever, I won't meddle—but have my kid."
"Even so…"
"Don't worry. I'll cover child support forever, obviously. Heh!" Squish♥
"Aaaahn♥"
To underscore sincerity, he thrust deeper. Bulbous glans kissing her womb, grinding her sweet spots. He'd trained her pussy thorough with his monster cock—no other male could reach now. Tap-tap.
"Plus, if you're having a kid anyway, wouldn't hurt for it to be a chaebol son's, right?"
"Haa, haa…♥ Such…"
"No rush—take your time thinking. Mull it over good."
"……I'll consider it carefully."
Her face showed real conflict, emotions flickering. Squeeze…♥ Then she shyly clung back, enjoying the fuck. Her cunt still stuffed. Serving him deliciously all the while.
'Kukuku, she'll mull it over.'
The old cool-headed Mi-ae would've noped out, money or no. But this 'Cha Do-yeon' didn't repulse her; her character flipped like a pancake. She was seriously pondering the insane proposal.
Slam-slam-slam-slam-slam!
"Nnghiii! Young master, there… that huge glans hitting right—perfect…♥"
Simple principle, really. Bitches craved the alpha stud they respected and submitted to. Wanted to be bred by the top dog's seed. So—spuuurt—spluuurt! …splurt♥
"Ah, haaaaahn! Cummingggg♥"
Cunt conquered♥ He unloaded freely. Not irresponsible creampie—but claiming this bitch for real, flooding her depths.
"Nngh, amazing… still thrusting strong to the end…♥"
Squelch, squelch♥ Pumping cum deeper. Sucking it into her womb, branding her with the real daddy. Marking her stuffed cunt as his bitch.
"Young master…♥"
He licked her sweat-slick face clean, caring for his serviced bitch. Lap…♥ Mi-ae already seemed decided, softly wrapping his neck. Her thighs leaking his cum, her soul corrupting inside.