Finally Snagged the First Family Cunt House♥
Skimming the news made my head burn. No, it was scorching so bad my brain cells felt like they were melting right through my forehead.
The theme park construction site was currently at a standstill, locked in a standoff with the Cultural Heritage Administration. The media was heating things up so fiercely that the government had even dispatched officials to figure out how to handle it, but the more the ruins were uncovered, the deeper despair settled into my eyes.
Scouts were reporting back nonstop: the streets littered with artifacts suggested this could be the largest ruins site in history. At first, I figured it was just a few square meters at most, but every dig unearthed endless shitty pottery shards and debris without mercy.
The hyped-up archaeologists were screaming that it had to be fully excavated, and if I could, I'd slap them right across the face. What the fuck kind of excavation talk is this on land I've poured my blood money into!
If they wanna leisurely dig up relics, they can foot the bill for the massive construction delays—but of course, that shit wouldn't fly. This country's laws screw you over with no compensation in a losing deal like this.
...Do I really have to go through with it?
The media wouldn't shut up, but in the end, it was my land with the down payment already sunk in. If I ignored the backlash, braced for a hit to the company image, and just paved the whole damn thing over with cement, I could bury the issue.
No matter how much they threw around "regulations," "law," or "cultural heritage," my money was in there—call it ballsy, but they'd have nothing to say. Push through aggressively, wrap it up, and eventually the barking pigs would forget about it with time.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
"Fuck, fuck! Fuuuuck!"
Like a sudden seizure hit me, I slammed the desk and stomped the floor hard enough to snap my heels. I screamed in despair, venting my rage.
But I couldn't do it. Bluntly put, in my current situation... I didn't even have that money left.
The minimum funds to lobby the higher-ups, hell, even the cash to finish construction was already bone-dry. After Cha Do-yeon royally screwed me over, handing over massive down payments had left liquidity critically parched.
Shake my pockets all I wanted now, only dust came out. Trying to patch it with other affiliates? The siphoned funds I'd pulled in so far were too enormous.
In this state, banks slammed doors at the mere mention of Hwaryeong Construction—who knows what rumors they heard. Even the friendly bank presidents who'd begged like flies when I visited were now ghosting my calls.
And today, official notices demanding repayment. Total abandonment.
"Damn it...!"
I wasn't just at the cliff's edge—a knife was already at my throat. At this point, the words flickering in my mind were "bankruptcy" and "prison."
Fail to finish construction, and the cooked books hiding the huge investment flop would come to light, toppling my entire affiliate empire like dominoes. No bailout financing? Game over.
Without someone to save me, my life would end in embezzlement-fueled corporate bankruptcy I never imagined.
I racked my brain. Rolled it over and over without stop.
Grind...!
The answer came quick. No matter how many times I turned it, there was only one person to lean on right now.
With trembling hands, I gripped my phone and punched in a number I hadn't touched in at least five years.
The call tone rang past five before it connected.
"...It's me. Yeah, I have something to say, so set a time and I'll come meet. ......Right now, come to the house?"
Smug as hell through the receiver. That tone, like he'd been tracking my every move, grated—but I had no choice. Before things got worse, surrendering to my little brother was my only play.
To survive after ditching the company, he was my only pillar.
Just four months after declaring war, I was admitting defeat to Cha Do-yeon.
"Come on in, sis."
"......"
The moment I stepped through the front door, fury made my upturned eyes twitch. He'd made me come here myself, and like it was humiliating, she wouldn't even meet my gaze.
Housekeeper Seong Yu-ra had clocked out, leaving the place empty. I stood frozen at the entrance, and he prodded me to move.
"What're you doing? You said you had something to talk about. Come inside."
Only then did she slowly slip off her heels. The heel length felt off from perfect flats somehow, but I chalked it up to her pissy temper getting her nowhere.
We headed straight to the living room sofa. I plopped down comfortably first, and Cha Hwa-ryeon eyed me warily before awkwardly wedging her ass in.
"What?"
"......Why?"
That part baffled me. Daring to sit side-by-side with me? She needed a word, so I tossed it with a smirk.
"Why act so shameless, trying to sit next to me? You should kneel in front, sis."
"What?!"
"'Cause you're here surrendering since you can't hold out anymore, right? Get on your knees and beg."
I said it smirking, but my tone was ice-cold and even. From my position, it was only natural.
"Losers and winners don't sit at the same table like equals, do they?"
This seat was for the undisputed victor. A loser kneeling to the winner? Ancient war tradition.
Grind—!
My words made Cha Hwa-ryeon gnash her teeth. Her sharp canines glinted under the fluorescent lights, like she'd rip my throat out.
"You little shit...! I was gonna let that smug phone attitude slide—"
"Debt-ridden Hwaryeong Construction"
"......!"
I stood from the sofa for her lesson, adding, "Hwaryeong's proud scion who lorded over Korea, blowing the huge firm and ending up a deadbeat debtor headed for the slammer—think that'll wake you up?"
Pointing out reality. Her past rash mistakes, errors, and fallout...
"......"
Around then, Cha Hwa-ryeon seemed to grasp her pathetic spot again, clutching her skirt hem and shrinking. Not fully broken yet, she sulked like a scolded kid.
"Yeah, the company's in a tough spot right now...... Ha, but we still have affiliates, so it won't totally collapse—"
"Nah, it will. And your insane minus investments made it possible, right? With market cap gutted by deficits, how the hell you gonna wrap those botched projects?"
"I-it's just a cash shortage! Find someone to lend, and we'll weather this crisis...!"
"Moooney?"
I leaned in close, mocking hard. Such obvious pathetic bullshit made me sneer right in her pinched-lip arrogant face.
"Easy to say, but who the fuck you borrowing that insane sum from? Gonna beg Mom like a kid hitting up the corner store?"
"......"
"Mom'd have to sell off all the hotel shares for that cash, and anyway, y'all basically cut ties, right? What makes her wanna help the daughter who ghosted after grabbing the inheritance?"
Exaggerated, but true. Before calling me, Cha Hwa-ryeon had agonized over this like mad.
"Or borrow from big sis? Beg the blood-cold money-grubber who picks cash over family to invest in or buy out your rumor-plagued debt pit?"
Hwaryeong Group's eldest, Cha Seon-mi, was a money-mad ice bitch. Seeing the firm she'd tanked into debt? She'd scorn and slam the door, obvious.
"Ah! So-eun could work. She might bail you out short-term."
By then, I gripped her quivering chin. She kept rolling her eyes away uncomfortably, so I stared down and landed the finisher.
"Probably dismantle the tasty leftover bits, pin all your crimes on you, and ship you to court. That's her style—grab her share and bail."
"......"
Cha Hwa-ryeon couldn't retort a word. She'd simulated it herself, paling in terror.
No family to handle the insane debt she'd ballooned. Except me.
Not a total moron despite the shitshows, she'd bowed her head and come crawling.
"I mentioned it before. That promise still stands."
"......Promise?"
"Gonna make me repeat it? Fine, if you forgot, I'll remind you."
I pressed her wriggling shoulder lightly. With a sweet smile, I commanded my second sis directly.
"Strip naked right now, bow flat, and beg."
Back at Mom's hotel when she declared war—the surrender terms I'd laid out. Cha Hwa-ryeon's eyes shook.
To save her crumbling company, to survive herself, she seemed to swallow her temper, but veins bulged in her neck again.
"A-are you insane? No joke, for real...? Even so, we're fa-family!"
"Family now? We treated each other worse than strangers."
"Still, this is too much! No matter how pussy-whipped you are, suddenly making your sis strip naked—"
"Ah~ your fucking tongue's wagging nonstop. Shit."
Sick of hearing it, I dug my ear. Prodding her chest with my index finger, I made clear she was the shameless one.
"One naked bow to bail out a bitch drowning in trillions in debt—which is the real fantasy?"
"......"
"If you hate it that much, whatever. I'm over it too—"
"W-wait!"
Real talk hit home, making her realize her misery again; she blocked me, head bowed in silence for a minute.
Swallowing hard a few times like she was psyching herself up, then pop, pop... her hands undid the shirt buttons curved by her tits.
Finally snapping her pride, admitting defeat to survive, Cha Hwa-ryeon started moving.
Heh.
Then I lounged back on the sofa leisurely. Up close, I savored my pride-killed second sis stripping, face screaming humiliation as she undid buttons one by one.
Clothes piled neatly beside her with each piece. Folding them tidy was just stalling, but with limited layers left, she couldn't stop the lewd skin reveal.
"Sis, you wear some killer lingerie daily, huh?"
"......"
Black, skimpy bra stuffed with tits, high-leg V-string panties hugging her pride high. Half-naked at last, she covered up and squirmed uncomfortably again.
"P-please... just leave the underwear—"
"All off. Can't accept it otherwise."
"......"
At my insistence, Cha Hwa-ryeon agonized minutes more. Pop. Then, flushed face trembling, she reached back with shaky arms and unhooked.
She shyly slipped off the bra onto the clothes pile, then tugged down the panty straps quivering.
"Good girl."
"Kuh...!"
Just like stripping for cash in front of her little bro, a whore paid to fuck. Gripping my cock, I enjoyed her crimson humiliation-face and ordered next.
"Now handle the rest."
"Please stop here...!"
"Do it quick. You don't wanna end up in prison for real, right?"
Cha Hwa-ryeon, who'd recklessly short-sold with company cash, had no room left to retreat. One escape: she slowly leaned forward on her trembling body, curling onto our carpet.
A forced bow to the victor, awkward submission from pride, she begged me.
"Please save the company.... I lost, Cha Do-yeon...!"
Sneer.
Her bowing pose was pride-awkward, but the message landed. This chick, pride-packed from big-corp birth, begged naked-dog-style for defeat's blame.
Hah... fuck, this is why you make money.
This view thrilled more than pocketing trillions. Smirking at the pride-balled bitch's total loss,
"Did great, sis."
"Fuck... fuck!"
"Now that you've surrendered, time for the collar."
"......?"
Click!
While her head was bowed, vision blocked, I collared Cha Hwa-ryeon. Not just any—red dog collar screaming "pet" to anyone. Even the dangling pure gold plate specially engraved her name.
Hwa-ryeon♥